Memories.......

Ever had "one of those days"?? It seems to me that my family just seems to draw that right to them! I have always said that I have a sign on my forehead that says...... nice lady.

When we moved to WaKeeney, we thought it was a great way to introduce the girls to the "real" world. The very first week we were there I ran to the quik shop for ice. Had to lay on the floor as the Highway Patrol had some Mexicans surrounded in the parking lot with rifles. When I got home my family asked what took so long. I told them my story.... they laughed! Until they realized it was true. The girls also got to see quite frequently drugs in bags on the side of the road. Jessica was a Junior in High School and Michele was an 8th grader when they both ended up on a hit list by a gang in WaKeeney. Yes.... a gang in WaKeeney! They apparently were too smart and too good at sports. We knew about Jessica being on it at the time, but did not learn about Michele till later. Talk about scary!

Maybe this all prepared the girls for when they left for college. While in college, one of Jessica's roommates had a stalker. A year later.... Jessica had a stalker. SCARY! She has also witnessed a gang member breaking another gang members windshield. She had thought about just walking away and pretending she didn't see it, but the guy was looking her straight in the eye as he did it. Good thing the security on site was home at the time, as that is where she went straight too. Even this last week she had to call 911 as she has been acting Manager at a property and someone killed themselves. 

Last year Michele had to call 911 too as a guy, who was drunk, passed out in her front yard and hit his head. Her roommates didn't know what to do. They just wanted to leave him and see if he was still there in the morning. Good thing Michele was thinking. Called 911. After all.... had to make sure he wasn't dead. And she WASN'T going out there to see herself!

We moved to our current house on Mother's Day 2006. Since then we have had to call the police 3 times. Twice having Mexicans on foot. One at our door wanting to use our telephono. And once for a couple whom were making out in my driveway.... YES my driveway. 

....................... Yesterday was the third...........

A gentlemen whom had skulls on his shirt and spikes coming out of his earlobes knocked on my door. His band was on their way to Denver for a gig and their van had broke down on the "freeway". Was my husband home? Thank goodness he was! To make a long story short it all did work out all okay. Even if it freaked me at first and we did call the local police. Better safe than sorry! Pretty sad when you call and say your name.... and they laugh before you can even tell them what is wrong. Guess at least I know that if something happens and all I can say is my name.... they will know right away where I live. The 7 band members were all VERY nice! And polite! And as Roger says, very interesting. As they were all wearing black. Black tops. Black shorts. Black skinny jeans. And all of their hair was black and blond. SPIKES. MOHAWKS. OH MY! Not till after they left we found out the name of their band. The Virgin Whores..... OH MY!