MY UNCHRIST-LIKE MOMENT.....
Awhile back Dee Ice and I noticed flashing lights coming through our bedroom window, and there were about 7 police cars a few houses away from us, and police officers everywhere. I will admit we were very curious, and after awhile an ambulance came. We even had officers prowling in our back yard. :(
Today I found out what happened, and I was horrified and also wanting to laugh, all at the same time. I know, very unworthy of me.
It turns out that the officers simultaneously broke down both the front and back doors of the neighbors' house. They burst in and forced this man and his wife to the floor, injuring both to the point that the ambulance was called.
That's the horrifying part.
The next part is that the officers had the WRONG HOUSE. Yes, the wrong house. Even though the address was out front and illuminated.
That is also horrifying.
The neighbors are now suing the city.
But the part that made me laugh is the fact that one of the officers is one of the officers who was so mean and rude to me when I worked at the jail, even when I continued to be nice to him.
Not quite karma, but I'll take it.
A TRIP TO THE STRIP
We had business in Las Vegas on Monday, and we went up the night before. This was the view from our hotel room. It did not, however, warn us of the band that would be playing nearby until the wee hours of the morning. :0) We were looking out the window when Lightning Strikes got quite excited. She saw the members of Theory of a Dead Man setting up their band equipment. She said they play one of her favorite songs, and she asked me if I'd heard it. I said, "Did The Piano Guys ever play it? Did Il Volo or Andrea Bocelli ever sing it? All right then, I haven't heard it."
Since we were right on Fremont Street (which is not on The Strip, like I earlier told you, but I thought Fremont Street was part of The Strip...) we took a little stroll to look around. I thought all the people this trip had a better look, but LS made the point that we left before it got dark, when the crazies come out. We saw a kid dance to Michael Jackson's music who could give Michael Jackson a run for his money. We watched an artist paint a scene from The Strip with spray paint cans. And I saw my first full-bearded transvestite, and he/she was not a pretty sight, but a lot of people wanted a picture with shim. Fremont Street is paved with rock, and the next morning LS and I could hardly walk. Actually, I was hurting as soon as I got into bed.
We had time to kill before our appointment at 1:00, so we went to the Bellagio. It's such a gorgeous place. We heard one of the women who works there say that it takes crews 4 days in shifts around the clock to do each display, which is changed seasonally.
(Can you see the ghost of me taking the picture below?)
As we walked through the casino where we were staying, Lightning Strikes said to me, as I walked a few steps behind LS and her Dad, "Come walk up here with me and Dad. People keep looking at me like, you little gold digger,and Dad like he is a dirty old man, especially since I'm pregnant." I replied, "Well, if I walk with you it is too crowded, and then people will just say, those dang polygamists from Utah." She solved the problem by walking with me, and letting her dad walk by himself. :0)
Later she asked us if we wanted to go to the swimming pool with her. I told her I hadn't even thought to being a swimming suit, but her dad had. He, however, said he didn't want to go. She quipped, "But I'll keep saying Daddy every few minutes if you go with me, so nobody thinks you're a dirty old man." Alas, it did not convince him, and she didn't want to go alone.
This is the ceiling of the Bellagio entrance. This picture does not do it justice.
And remember the slogan, "What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas"? Well, not always. A passing semi flipped something onto my windshield with such a loud crack that I am amazed it didn't come right on through and hit me. It is bigger than it looks here.
EPIPHANY
We have another trip to Las Vegas coming up soon, and we HAVE to be there by a certain time. This is a little worrisome to me given past trips - when I got lost, when I had car trouble, etc. So to be on the safe side, we are going the night before, and we have a motel room on the strip, in an area of town where I have never seen so many rough looking people in all my life, but oh well...
Last time I went to the strip I got lost from about 9:00 a.m. until about 6:00 p.m. Yes, I'm capable of that. I have always joked that when I was supposed to be in the sense of direction line, I just kept staying a little longer in the creativity and craft lines until it was too late.
But as I thought of the trip coming up, I finally realized what really happened.
I was fully aware of the sense of direction line and fully intended to be there in time to get one, but, true to course, I got lost on the way.
:0)
BABYING OURSELVES
Lightning Strikes had to have a sonogram today, and they let me go in. It was fun to see baby, and they let LS have some pictures to take home, too. Sonograms have come a long way since I was having my kids. In fact. I only had sonograms with the last two, LS and MJ, and neither of those showed this much. Kinda fun. :) Oh yeah, LS was a little worried they'd tell her it was a boy after all, and she has quite a few baby girl outfits already, but they said it's definitely a girl.
HORSING AROUND ON AN EVENING IN MAY....
And feeling a little sheepish......
Nothing feels so much like spring as taking a beautiful evening drive out to see the baby animals. So. Dang. Cute.
THE KIDS WHO CALL ME MOM
Dr. Psych, Epitome of Sweetness, my oldest non-blogger, Native Minnow
Lindsay Logic and Epitome of Sweetness
Lightning Strikes
MJ
At least this is what they looked like not long after they started calling me mom. :0) I love this bunch!
HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!
This is my mother and me, back when I was an only child. Shortly after this I became the youngest child, then I became the middle child, and years later, I became the oldest child. :0) This is because my parents, at the tender ages of 25 and 26, took in an orphaned niece (age 14) and nephew (age 8). Then a few months later they had my sister, Nene.
Later on when the cousins were older, they left and I became the oldest child again.
I have wonderful parents and I hope my mother realizes how much I love her. I tried to get her to spend the weekend with us, but she won't leave her sister (who lives across the street from her) home alone, since she was recently released from the hospital, not long after the doctors and nurses never expected her to leave the hospital at all.
ONE (WO) MAN'S JUNK IS ANOTHER (WO) MAN'S TREASURE
Lightning Strikes has moved back in, and we still don't have all her stuff put back in. Dee Ice moved a truck full, and I do mean truck FULL, and LS and I had our cars so packed that I don't think we could have fit anything of any size more in. Seriously, it was like Hermione's impermeable bag, stuff just kept going in, and then later, coming out.
I will confess that it is not all put away yet, but we are getting there. Yesterday we made a sizable hole in it. You can actually have a pathway around the bed and to the closet now.
One of the things that sped the process along was taking out a computer chair. She is not even going to use the chair, and it was taking up needed space. Not only that, but it was a little wobbly. I just decided to throw it out.
I didn't think that the second hand store here would even want it, and I decided to put it out to the curb.
Not even thirty minutes later I saw a woman slowing down, looking at it. She got out and walked around it and tested it, then she came to the door. She said, with her hand over her face, "I'm not a bum, I promise, but are you getting rid of that chair?" I told her yes and asked if she wanted it. I told her it was wobbly.
She wanted it. She had just gone to the second hand store to buy a chair, as she had put a quilt on for her daughter, and she and the daughter were going to quilt that night, but she didn't have another chair to put at the quilt. Maybe she can fix the chair?
I donate used items to the second hand store all the time. The one here is called Deseret Industries, and is run by the LDS church to help people who need job training and are down on their luck. I am always appalled when I hear of someone throwing good used clothing or other items into the trash, because don't they realize there are always people in need?
But several times I have taken things to the curb that I considered too shabby for DI, and every time except when a beat up mattress was put out, the item was gone within 2 hours.
It's amazing to me what some people will need, but I was glad I could help them out.
