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The Nit-Picky Thoughts of a Wanna be Princess
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Monday, July 25, 2005
Have you ever had some thing stolen? If you have than you know what kind of invasion it is. I recently had my purse stolen. Now, to a woman her purse is like an extra body part it's what she keeps her life in. When this happened I was in Jacksonville for my uncle's father's funeral. It was the day of and the service started at 11. By 12 it was over and on my way to the pot luck lunch the church ladies had made up for us, I heard some one say the my aunt Carolyn's car window had been busted in and her purse was stolen. I rushed out side to see if she was ok, I was about half way across the parking lot when I heard someone say the Natalie and Derek window had been broken too. I drove their car to the church along with Natalie (who is 9 months pregnant...#3). We decided to leave our purses in the car because while they are virtually a part of us they are still a hassle, and we figured that because we are at church we are safe. Anyway when I saw the broken window and finally realized the reality of the situation my heart skipped my stomach dropped and everything started spinning. I went into a shock and began to think about what all was in my purse, that's when the panic started. My mom got me inside so I could to cancel my bank card, and check book. I was fine for a min then I realized that along with the keys to my house and my car the keys to the store I work at where also in my purse. I did one of those huge gasps that seem like they would take all the air out of the room and nearly fell on my mom. My immediate thought was "why am I more upset about my store keys being stolen than anything else?" anyway, the point is that I had my life stolen or at least that is what it feels like. I don't have an i.d. I don't have a key to my house I don't have a bank account I don't have anything. In the grand scheme of things I still have everything and this is an insignificant inconvenience on my life. But it is to me a colossal invasion and inconvenience. I don't remember a time when I have felt that venerable, and the fact that it was at a loved one's funeral, in the parking lot of a church. I just can't find words to express the exact feeling that you get when you realize that you where targeted and you are now a victim. When this sort of thing happens to other people you think oh that's too bad. when it happens to you...When it's your stuff when you hear the operator form visa say that these people used your card 5 times in that last hour-hour and a half at a gas station, it is a completely different feeling your entire body shuts down, your whole world just stops, and you have to keep telling your self "breath, just, breath." your suddenly sent back to the days when mommy and daddy's hugs can make everything better and everything will be ok as long as they are there.
my aunt Barbara called today to tell me that the police caught the people who stole our purses. This is apparently some kind of hobby these people have. Following obituaries and robbing the families of the deceased. As if the family doesn't have enough stress and enough emotional stuff to deal with now they've been robbed.
Posted at 1:02:00 AM by Kimber LaBell
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Saturday, July 23, 2005
I don't claim to be right all the time. So, if I am wrong please correct me...I would hate to be wrong.
when i don't know what to say i put song lyrics on here...i found this song and it reminded me of the last week i spent in daytona...and how much i hate to do the party thing.
Jessica Andrews
"Marrying Kind"
Sittin' in a Key West bar, here I am:
There they are, hangin' from the rafters,
Like monkeys.
Watch 'em gather 'round, it's a primal sound:
"Can I buy you another round or get your number?"
Check, please.
They try to touch my heart but they move way too fast
Just another night of foreplay in a shot glass.
chours:
Where do I find the marryin' kind?
The kind of guy who'll settle down,
Who ain't afraid to be tied down.
And he loves his mother.
Where do I find the marryin' kind?
Whoa oh, whoa oh.
Whoa oh, whoa oh.
The lawyer with the crooked tie;
College boys with hungry eyes lookin' for the next notch
On their bedpost.
The doctor from Baltimore; kinda cute:
Twice divorced, tryin' to score,
But me, I want somethin' more.
Well, I don't want to be the last to leave the party.
Well, I wanna know is it me? Oh where is he?
chours
Classifieds, date lines: safer sex online.
My biological clock's playin' with my life.
Average Joes, reality shows.
I don't know.
Just when I think I've found the man of my dreams,
I realize, he's only in my dreams.
chours:
Where do I find the marryin' kind?
Oh, the kind of guy who'll settle down,
Who ain't afraid to be tied down.
And he loves his mother.
Where do I find:
Where do I find the marryin' kind?
Oh, whoa.
Oh, whoa.
Sittin' in a Key West bar, here I am:
There they are, hangin' from the rafters,
Like monkeys.
Posted at 11:14:00 PM by Kimber LaBell
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Monday, July 11, 2005
Just an FYI yesterday was the official birthday of the Slurpee...For reference yesterday was 7/11...Go figure...Happy Birthday Slurpee!
Posted at 11:28:00 PM by Kimber LaBell
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