House in Progress Diary

I am so, so sorry you are having to deal with this. I can't imagine what it must feel like to have your home, your little bubble of safety, violated like that.

What a random smattering of stolen goods... how much does a baby jogger go for on the black market, one wonders. How can it possibly be worth it to someone? Pfft. Humans can be so loathsome.

oh no, that's horrible. we had our lawnmower stolen this summer too. it makes no sense...

did you get their plates?? how awful!

I'm so sorry! What scumbags! My wife and I were robbed in our last home. It happened the night we moved in. It is so violating. Take care.

Sorry to hear about that. I know what it feels like - a couple weeks ago, our truck was broken into in front of our house (it was parked out there because our basement had flooded and everything was in the garage) and then a few mornings later, I went out to the garage and found the large garage door open. Thankfully nothing was missing - I think maybe the lightning storm opened it (?!) but there was still that sick feeling in my stomach. I too wonder what the market is like for such strange items - do they sell them in a garage sale? Out of the back of a car? Weird.

So dumb. Thinking about people taking my stuff for no good reason makes me ill too. It is so pathetic. No fair!

I'm so sorry. I know how mad you feel. Our one year anniversary of our break in is this Friday and it's all I can think about when I leave the house.
Just remember, they were things that can be replaced. I'm glad you and the family are all o.k.

It's sad to think there are people in the world that are so low, they would take a child's cell phone. I hope in their speedy rush from your garage, possum crap fell from the tool box and onto their laps.

Dear Jeanne,

I just read your comment over at SV Moms re Elizabeth Edwards. I wish you would turn this into a blog entry, a "keeping your house in order" post.

Oh, Jeannie, I am so sorry this happened to you and your family. I feel sick for you. What jerks.

That sucks mate. Really sorry to hear about this happening.

Do you know how they broke into the garage?

Ugh! I've been there, unfortunately, and know the sense of violation. It's so unsettling.

I don't know why people do that. A kid's cell phone? I'm very happy to know though that you gave them an unexpected "gift" with the opossums.

Oh man, that sucks hard core. I hope you get your stuff back.

ERRRRR! Boy that makes me mad. May angry poopy possoms follow them for the remainder of their lives.

Oh, man. I'm so sorry. Rotten lousy scumsuckers.

Just tonight we were reminiscing about old bikes and remembering the one Dr. Tully Monster surreptitiously built for me out of old parts when we were starving grad students in Hyde Park and gave me for Christmas. I got such joy out of that bike, not only because it was such a good bike but because he had put so much love into making it for me. One bright summer afternoon I went down to the bike room of our apartment building (which was usually locked with a punch-button lock) to discover the door wide open and my bike the only one gone, leaving expensive newer mountain bikes behind. It's never so much the loss of the property as the viciousness of the attack. I found a vintage, never-ridden 1970s French Mercier in a lovely fuschia color to replace it--it's been a favorite set of wheels of mine, and the insurance paid for it, but I'll always feel a twinge of bitterness over the theft of my husband's labor of love.

You probably have homeowner's insurance, and that should cover the lost property, but it takes a heck of a lot longer to get over the feeling of violation.

Oh, that's horrible! I'm so sorry!!! I hope they get a good handful of possum poop.

Call me if you need the number of the locksmith we used after our garage (in the old house) was broken into.

As with all the above comments, I'm truly sorry. It's really a feeling of being violated rather than the stuff...

Still, keep an eye out on Craig's List. I've set up RSS feeds with certain key words that hit my reader as soon as a posting comes up.

I am so , so sorry! Thankfully, they didn't attempt to come in the house and wonderfully they got oppssum poop!
Sending good energy your way-

I am so very sorry. You feel so violated. That's how I felt when they broke into my home all those years ago. There were things that were taken that were worth money but could be replaced but the thing that they took that wasn't worth any amount of money but became precious just after they took it was a cheap movie camera that I had taken a movie of my Dad when he had been to my home. My Dad died just shortly after the break-in. I just couldn't understand why they didn't leave the movie film behind. Tully Monster sums up the feeling quite well. That break-in was 31 years ago and the loss of the film and the violated feeling have never left me.

We were robbed yesterday. How long does it take to get over this?