My quad was kidnapped yesterday.

Justin and I were sitting on the couch at home, getting ready to leave for work in half an hour. He got a call from his brother and jumped off the couch and all I really registered was something about his bike, and stolen. At first I thought it was his crotch rocket, then after he hung up he relayed to me that his brother and sister-in-law’s house had been broken into and that some guns and the quads (mine and Lori’s) were missing. he wasn’t sure if his bike or John’s quad was.

Now I’m sitting on the couch, computer on my lap, looking at my fiance like he grew a second head as he calls off work and changes out of his nice work clothes. It really didn’t register to me. I continue to stare at him and nod every once in awhile as he kisses me and runs out the door to make the half-hour drive to his brother’s house. Lori, his sister in law, was there alone as she was the one to come home first and see the wreak that the people left their home in.

I had to go to work for a couple hours, but I used the rest of my vacation time to book it out early. I still really hadn’t registered what happened until I got to their house and started talking with Lori.

The quad was really special to me. Justin and I were riding around on it and his bike when he took me to the place he proposed to me. That kind of hurts the most. Those stupid people, whoever they are, took something that has such little monetary value but such a massive amount of sentimental value it’s just irreplaceable. I never thought I’d say this, but if they catch the people who stole our quads, Lori’s jewelry from her father since she was a little girl, guns passed down through Justin and John’s family…I seriously will sue the hell out of whoever they are.

My dad is one of those eye for an eye types. Not old fashioned, per say, but the type to defend what is his tooth and nail. He always has had a German Shepard and a gun in the house, ready to smite down anyone who dared try to take what he and my mom worked for. He always said there’s no way in hell anyone would get away with trying to steal for free what they worked for. I will definitely be my father’s daughter when we have a house of our own.

There is one silver lining in all this. Justin and I always disagreed about keeping a nice big dog in the house. I always grew up with at least one German Shepard in the house at all times, and for years we had two. Justin believes dogs belong outside. argument has always been, what good is a dog when he’s tied up outside? I totally get my inside guard dog now. I’m thinking rottweiler 😉

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So, I’m a big country girl.  I also am a big country music fan.  Lately I’ve noticed that a lot of songs are geared towards growing up and wising up.

  • Montgomery Gentry – Back When I Knew It All ( I can’t believe all the answers I’ve found since back when I knew it all)
  • Brad Paisley – Letter To Me ( And I’d end by saying have no fear, these are nowhere near the best years of your life)
  • Trace Adkins – You’re Gonna Miss This (You’re gonna miss this, you’re gonna want this back.  You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast)

  • Those are the three that pop into my mind first.  They all make very goods points about being young and crazy, then old and wise.  Personally, back when I knew it all I thought an 11 o’clock bedtime was a horrible, horrible idea.  My father and I went round and round every night about quarter til and I would put up a fight like no other.  Now I would love for someone to make me go to bed at 11 every night…I might be able to get some decent sleep!

    If I could write  a letter to me, what would I tell myself?  First, at 17, I would tell myself simply not to worry so much.  Stop worrying about boys, all  those ones you cried over and worried about are simply drops at the bottom of the bucket of life.  Also, 17 is when I first saw Justin.  Sometimes I wonder what life would be like today if I simply put myself out there and struck up a friendship.  It would take two years and three failed relationships before I finally did.  The river of love sometimes flows upstream and all that.

    Finally, you’re gonna miss this.  Justin and I live in a beautiful two bedroom apartment in the outskirts of Butler in a beautiful setting and even a yard we can use along with fire pit, however that does not deter me in the slightest to future home purchasing endeavors.   Right now we’re just looking, but around this time next year we want to be seriously involved with home plans, maybe even have one picked out and purchased.  That’s a lot of dream for such a young couple, and I probably will miss our just starting out days somewhere down the line.  I know now that I’ll always be grateful for the opportunity to test the waters before making such an investment with Justin, it just makes me all the more confident that this is going to last us a good long while =)

    And to make you smile on this dreary humpday, not exactly one of my own pieces of work but..

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