The next night I heard something. Felt the breeze from the window being open...didn't know if the person was already in my room or trying to climb through the window. I was trying to scream and was shaking Janice to wake her up. Noise finally came out and scared the would be intruder away. I ran from the back of the house (my room) to my parents room and opened the curtains to get a better look at who it was. There was a man. I was just screaming....wild animal screams to let him know that it wasn't safe to come back for me....that everyone was awake now and that he couldn't get me. I kept trying to memorize his license plate number as he drove away in his truck. He gave me a second chance when he backed up and dumped logs of wood for a fire all over the front lawn. My dad finally woke up and we ran out the door....it was more like he was running and I was just following along with his journey as if I was watching it on TV. He caught the guy. When I went to the living room my dad was explaining to me that he wasn't trying to hurt me....he just wanted to show me how to turn the power to the house off. His wife was sitting next to him....trying to believe her husbands accounts of the night and agreeing with my dad. I screamed "NO !" and pulled his wife up off the couch....lead her to the backyard under my window and showed her the things he had been stacking to get up to my window (bedding comfort sets :) and that he could clearly reach the circuit breaker to turn the power off to the house by standing on his tip toes. She believed me. She didn't want to.
We went back in the house and I confronted the guy. I asked him why he had matching comfort sets to the ones that I had from all different times in my life. Mine from my first grown up bed....my big boys first bedding.....my current bedding.
He admitted to trying to get me (I never understood what it was that he was planning on doing to me....but awake I'm pretty sure it's not good) My dad arrested him...he's retired but still had handcuffs.
As the guy was being lead away......he explained that he had found me through my blog and was able to find out where I lived and which room was mine all from following along.
My dad told me that the first thing that I needed to do was to blog what had happened.....to scare everyone. He told me that after I did that I needed to make my blog private.
All night I ran from people. From people trying to get me. Diving on and off subways and buses and through buildings. I'd lose one person and another would be right there to take their place in the hunt.
Whaddya think ?
Any ideas ?
My big boys started flag football. I never worry that they'll struggle. I suppose I'm lucky that way. They seem to have enough coordination and natural talent to handle most sports. We'll see if they pick a sport to stick with and how much energy and dedication they'll put forth later in life. For now they are having fun.
Cam pulled the first 3 flags of the game. He was on fire. He's also got a foot on him....he can kick the ball really well. He has this speed that he's holding back on though. He'll run fast but just fast enough. It's like someone needs to light a spark to set off his rocket booster speed :) ha ha
|Cam heading for the flag|
|Cam with the flag|
|Spencer as quarterback/his own receiver (per the coaches instructions...he wasn't being a ball hoggit :-)....he ran the ball a good distance down the field too|
None of the opinions expressed are at all biased or prejudice AT ALL ! I'm simply recapping the events and can't help it if I'm their mom and think they are the cutest bestest ones ever. :)
Syd really wants to play, I think we're too late now. We'll see. She was coaching her brothers on the side telling them to just pull everyone's flag. ha ha I suppose that's one way to do it.
And now...that strange guy with a lifetime of my comfort sets knows just a little bit more about me and my kids.