tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662086745041724093.post4141207602896618050..comments2011-09-12T07:29:23.195-07:00Comments on All the Animals in the Farnyard: The one with my first 911 call....Amberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05369514782806938861noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662086745041724093.post-78862960687297226402010-04-13T16:43:31.536-07:002010-04-13T16:43:31.536-07:00Girl, you know I feel you on this one after having...Girl, you know I feel you on this one after having Sean slug that drunk/high dude out and the go out to sea right after that...AND the time when the dude prowling our neighborhood stared at the kids and I and then tried to abduct a child the next street over two weeks later. I. Hear. You.<br /><br />Hope you feel better soon.Tanyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09240839878411076815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662086745041724093.post-51434031334705943282010-04-13T13:14:39.828-07:002010-04-13T13:14:39.828-07:00I'm just glad you're all ok. Shortly afte...I'm just glad you're all ok. Shortly after I moved into this house, I came home one night and was chatting on the phone with Patrick (we were only dating at the time). While talking, my neighbor rang my doorbell and proceeded to tell me about how I'd had a peeping Tom here the same morning, while I was dressing for work. I distinctly remember hanging up on Patrick (without telling him what was going on), calling my dad, and then the police. My dad (also a Marine) was in the middle of dinner downtown, couldn't understand me through my years, and came right over with the dog, a baseball bat, and his mean old Papa Bear attitude! The police were there shortly after. The next day I had extra blinds, a peephole, and alarm system all installed.<br /><br />My house was also robbed twice in high school....I don't know what's worse: having someone IN your house, or having someone watching you....<br /><br />You did the right thing, Amber!!!!Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07205438925148101634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662086745041724093.post-34956965836523894312010-04-13T13:00:12.453-07:002010-04-13T13:00:12.453-07:00Oh totally Melis. I am still terrified of the look...Oh totally Melis. I am still terrified of the looks/staring at me. As I drove home from buying Beware of dogs signs/ No trespassing it lingers. I think he may have been slow/mentally not all there to have literally stood and stared at someone for minutes without EVER saying a word. It's totally not funny to me though. I still feel like he was odd. If I were to go to someone's door, as in within 8 inches, I would speak, at some point and not just look in for over 2 minutes....odd.Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05369514782806938861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6662086745041724093.post-34854172690930304812010-04-13T11:40:59.668-07:002010-04-13T11:40:59.668-07:00Please know that it is not out of malice that I am...Please know that it is not out of malice that I am PISSING MY PANTS LAUGHING right now. PLEASE know that. I know how frightfully scary it can be - I was in a house that was being broken into by a burglar who got chased off by a bear (can't make this stuff up)... it's terrifying and the adrenaline gives the worst hangover. Hang in there - you did the right thing - it's just fing so funny after the fact to read about. Next time you'll know to keep your foam sword in the kitchen, won't you? Oh, and send Porkster back to school for attack training.Melishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06790673507263670984noreply@blogger.com