Giant Lobsters!
I'm a little sad. I thought a healthy dose of Iron Chef would shake me out of my lousy mood. However, this episode has me a little more depressed. The secret ingredient being giant lobsters in interesting, but I don't like that they are still alive when iron chef and challenger race up to fill their pans with the poor things. Then it shows the chefs shoving a knife into the shell and the giant lobsters snap their claws and flail their limbs trying to get away. Not that I haven't eaten my fair share of meat (but I've never had lobster), but the reason these guys are so "giant" is because they are 30 years old... I can't help but wonder how these lobsters are feeling. Are they scared because they don't know why their lives are ending in a pot? Do they wish they had told their family they loved them before they were plucked from the sea? Will their mate miss them? I would be horrified if I were one of these lobsters. hmm.
The past few days have been painfully long; my emotions have been a mixture of anger, frustration, and sadness. On Sunday my mom and I went to the river to take kayak the first half of the Eppie's route. We were with a group and were out on the water for about 3 hours and when we came back to the car we were met with an unexpected discovery. We didn't realize anything was wrong right away because we went straight for the trunk to grab towels and our purses. I looked for my purse and realized it wasn't there, my moms was gone too. It was starting to dawn on me when mom echoed my thoughts, "Katie, someone stole our purses." We then saw the tear in the side of the soft-top... my heart just sank. Both the glove box and center console had been busted open (even though my mom locked them before we left). They had tried to steal the car but apparently weren't well equipped. The ignition was somewhat messed up but we were able to get the key wiggled in and the car started. But they thoroughly went through the car and took our purses, cellphones, and loose cash that was in the car.
It was the weirdest feeling in the world to know that someone had not only gone through our things but stole personal items. I don't like knowing that someone out there is looking at my picture on my license or reading my texts, or looking through my family pictures. It's uneasy knowing that these criminals now know everything about us. They know where we live, they know our names, our faces. They have my mom's SSN and my birth certificate- enabling them to do endless harm and reek havoc in our lives and credit scores. They have the purse my mom bought for me in Colombia, and the camera I saved up to buy a couple years ago. They have pictures of my family and of me and AJ. They have my chapstick collection and my new cell phone. They have all our credit cards, debit cards, and ID cards. They have a check my parents wrote me, they have gift cards, and my moms pearl earrings. But worst of all, they stole our sense of security.
My original reaction was quiet shock which evolved into deep sadness. Now I'm angry and frustrated. Nothing taken was irreplaceable, and I'm grateful for that. Most of what we lost were material possessions. But we worked to have those things. We are the ones that put in hours to earn the money to buy these things. What did these thieves do to deserve or earn everything they took? Nothing. One of my original thoughts later on Sunday night was, "Do they feel bad they are hurting other people? Do they look at the pictures in my camera and realize they have stole something incredibly personal from someone?" But no, they don't think that. It's clear that they are only thinking about themselves and don't care about the people from whom they are stealing.
My anger reached a plateau when I realized that I now have to watch my back for a long time to come. I fear that somewhere they are using my ID or birth certificate to ruin my life. Although they have not used any of my cards, at least that I know of yet, that doesn't mean they won't try to obtain credit cards or loans in my name down the road. I have put a fraud alert out on my name so that they would have to jump through hoops if they did indeed try to get a line of credit, but seeing as they have my birth certificate I imagine it wouldn't be all that hard to do. I also have for the first time in my life (with the exception of when I was young and had a very active imagination and believed in monsters) that I have not felt safe in my own home. These creeps have our home address and what would stop them from trying to get into our house and steal other things. We have been locking the doors religiously the past few days and we have even been keeping the keys to the vehicles locked up in the house with us. That may sound weird, but before this we never had to worry about people stealing our things, locking our doors, or locking our cars. I feel uneasy when I go to bed and do a mental rundown of where the guns and ammo are. I never used to do that (again with the exception of werewolves and boogiemen).
And today was soooo frustrating. My mom and I had a marathon day of trying to get things back together. We went to the bank to get new cards and make sure accounts are protected (which I don't feel convinced mine is). Then we went to Target to get new wallets and purses, and then on to Verizon. Mom was due for a new phone and got her upgrade discount while I got a one year discount....which isn't much but it's better than nothing. Then we went to DMV....enough said there. Our day started at 9 and didn't end until 3. Of course as soon as we got home I left again to go to class and try to get some studying in. And THAT is a whole other story. So now I resign for the evening. I'm tired from all these emotions and I'm tired from stressing about my impossible summer classes. I'm not doing my homework that is due tonight and to be honest I don't give a crap. Right now I want to get some sleep so I can get through another day. I'm ready for the end of the week. I just want everything to go back to normal. I want to keep training for Eppie's - but I can't until I get a new inhaler...mine was in my purse. I want to pass my stupid classes- just got my books today, go figure. And I NEED to find a job. Yes, I have a long few weeks ahead. But if I can just get through the next few days I think I might be able to survive the summer.
I think this is the one thing that always makes me laugh...meep meep :)
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