In Denver, the police recently tested software that can pinpoint where a gun was fired.
There are sensors placed in selected, but not disclosed, areas.
My grandfather always took the end off the stock of his rifles and put a piece of tape with his social security number on it in there, then put the piece back on...assuming any thieves wouldn't think to break the guns down.
He had his hunting rifles stolen from out of the cab of his International pickup truck, parked right outside his bedroom window.
He had just returned from a hunting trip, eshausted, and had gone straight to bed...neglecting to remove the rifles in the gunrack....Gone when he woke!
I dont remember if he ever recovered those guns....living in a town of 800 people, I imagine the thief took them far away to sell them.
So...How is everybody?
I have been a bit of an emotional mess...
Hope has been away since Saturday...
I was supposed to get Sarah back into town for a blood test...but Hope made me promise that she could come, too...
Hope's mom agreed to meet us at the lab if we got Sarah down the mountain before they bring Hope back...but the BF has been missing some paid hours at the tire shop, applying for better paying jobs, and one guy already quit, and somebody is taking tomorrow off...and Fridays are their busiest days...so I'm going to call Sarah's neurologist tomorrow and let her know that we will take care of that blood test early next week...
By then, hopefully, the BF will have fixed the car AGAIN, and we can just run into town and get it done and he can go to work afterward...and Hope should be back by then...I think.
The BF and I got into a heated discussion, leaving me feeling....even misunderstood and neglected...
I seriously went to sleep wishing I wouldn't wake...not just because of our argument...THAT just gave me less reason to not think things I'm pretty good at not thinging about these days....
I endure a lot of..."personal" pain...that the doctors haven't found a cause of, yet....
I KNOW it is not "just in my head," because I would rather die than to experience the discomfort I experience...for, apparently, no reason!
But...I'm not so sure the BF doesn't think its all in my head...and he often expresses his opinion that he thinks he has had some influence on my lack of desire to be intimate anymore...saying things like "I think you are allergic to me," or "Maybe you'd feel better if I cut my member off, cuz I wish I didn't have mine!"
I have to make mtself believe that he doesn't realize how hurtful those words are!
But...I lost my temper and yelled how jealous I was that he HAS something to cut OFF, and that if I had "something" TO cut off, to relieve my discomfort, I would have already DONE it....then I stomped around the house and put Sarah to bed and stayed awake until sunrise,....wishing I would fall into that eternal sleep...
When I woke,...it was late!...so, I was instantly hit with a guilt trip for not having given Sarah her pills on time and I hadn't got her up...
BF was gone at work...
He texted me when he got off work, asking if I needed stuff from the store.
I texted him a list...and prepared myself for being in his presence....a little anxiety set in...
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When he got home with groceries, there was a tube of some sort of....lotion?
He explained that it was the handcream I had requested he look for for my horribly dry and cracked hands...about a year prior!!
*apology points*
Bitter and skeptical me, I grunted some thanks and tried some of this O'Keefe's Working Hands....thinking it probably wouldn't work aby better than any other product I've tried...
Well,...I'll tell you WHAT! That stuff REALLY WORKS!!
My hands had been so rough that they would stick to Sarah's diapers like velcro...and that was painful!....and I had resolved to avoiding touching Hope's face because the skin on my hands would scratch her delicate skin....
After 1 application, I noticed a HUGE improvement!....Sarah's diaper didn't stick to my hands, even hours after application!
I applied more before going to bed....and, already, today, my hands feel soft and supple...not like sandpaper stretched too tight over the bones!!
It's almost like a miracle to me!....I had figured I was going to be cursed with rough hands for the rest of my days...since wearing gloves to do the laundry hasn't helped any...
But, I feel like a new woman!!....my HANDS are SOFT...and they don't HURT!....and I'm not afraid to touch someone else's...um..."sensitive skin" so to speak! ...allowing me to provide some intimate pleasure for BF that won't antagonize my own condition, and won't strip him of some very sensitive skin! Lol!
So...please forgive me for candidly expressing myself, here...but, again, I have no real friends to talk to about this...
Mainly, my point is...I find it amazing how a little tube of lotion has brightened my world so much!
Not only do my hands feel better...and the BF feels better...but I was truly touched that he remembered the lotion I wanted and finally bought it for me!
His money didn't go to tools and poker....he actually bought me something that I had actually forgotten that I had asked him to look for!
....It was kinda like the proverbial "flowers" given after an arguement, to silently say "I'm sorry!"
Oh...the SMALL things that wind up meaning SO much! Lol!
So....I'm no longer wishing to not wake up....at least for now!
I mean...I still have plenty of reasons to wish that....but as I said earlier, I'm usually pretty good at not letting myself think those thoughts....so, I'm back "on track!" Lol!
The news I have been reading has been terribly depressing!
The one lady who was the mother of a severely disabled daughter who, thinking she herself has cancer and will die, killed her daughter and tried to commit suicide..."So her daughter could be with her in Heaven"... (I sooo empathize with this woman!...but doubt I could willingly take Sarah's life!)...then, the mother of a 2 year old boy who someone caught video of her SCREAMING at her child "FIND MY PHONE CHARGER OR I'M GONNA KILL YOU," and getting to see and hear the FEAR she inflicts upon this toddker! ... (she's in jail, now...and the kid is in protective custody)....then, some 18 year old punk shot his 3 year old step-son in the head for jumping on his BED!
These stories make me want to cry and they make me have this large lump in my throat...and these were just 3 of the many that I have read recently!
It is sad, sad, sad!
On a completely DIFFERENT note...I had the cutest, tiniest chipmunk on my porch rail today!!...stealing seeds meant for the birds.
His body couldn't have been over 2 inches long...and his curious little face had the most intense markings!
(I know I'm gonna hate the little bugger when he's bigger and trying to find ways into my house...but he SHORE WUZ A CUTEY!)
I have burds living inside an accsess panel on the outside of the house...they have nested there the previous 2 years...What's another year? Lol!
(This IS only a RENTAL house, afterall! Lol!)
Well....Thanks, folks, for letting me vent a little frustration and for coming along for the "ride!"
I hope you-guys' lives are more pleasant than the one I choose to live!
Anybody have any plans for the upcoming holiday?
Right now, I have to wake the BF to take me to the store for items for dinner...
I refuse to drive the car...for it does not like me and I fear it will leave me stranded!
....it LIKES the BF!! Lol!
Maybe I'll be back later...maybe later than later, I wont know until it happens! Lol!
Here's hoping all are well and life is treating ya right!

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