I got stuck late at work today, so I decided to treat myself to some Chipotle before heading home. I had just finished vacuuming up the remainder of my corn salsa and guacamole when Kristian called. I thought that he was calling to see why I was so late. But no.
He was calling to tell me that someone had broken into our house and stolen a bunch of our stuff.
I had this funny idea that 2012 was going to be my year, but so far it’s not impressing me. I’m just returning to some semblance of normalcy after losing my Grandpa and some cretin(s) had to go and make things worse. I know it’s just stuff, but goddammit it was my stuff. And I liked it. Plus, there’s that whole creepy “somebody ransacked my house and rifled through everything” with an added dash of “ewwwww, they went into my underwear drawer.”
Most of what they stole was stuff that can be replaced (how easily it can be replaced is up for debate, I’m holding out hope for insurance covering some of it). But those bastards had to go and steal my charm bracelet. A bracelet that my Grandparents gave me. That had charms that my Grandpa bought for my Grandmother over the years. Sentimental value: 100 million trillion billion dollars. I knew from the moment that Kristian told me about the robbery that they had probably stolen all of the jewelry that he ever bought me (which they did). But when I realized that they took my charm bracelet, I cried like a baby.
The good news? If they ever get caught with the bracelet, one of the charms has my name and birthday on it. And there’s even a second, seperate charm that’s identical (Grandpa bought one for Grandma and one for his mother and I had them both). To which I say, “Seriously thieves? You couldn’t have left one of them?” So, if you happen to be in a pawn shop or on Craigslist and you see a silver charm bracelet with the following charms: “Hope 9-8-81,” a cottage, a computer, a camera and some other charms that I’m probably forgetting…. well punch the person who’s hawking it in the face for me, woulda? And then sit on them and don’t get up until the cops show up.
So far, 2012, you’re not doing much to impress me. Shape up or ship out, because I’m putting you on notice.
Our house was broken into several times when I was young, once in the middle of the night, when we were sleeping. It is such a violation. I really hope you can recover the bracelet.
How awful! Hopefully the person is found and justice is served. Of course getting your things back would be fantastic, but it’d also be great to have that person be held responsible. Very sad about the charm bracelet.
can you guys track the iPhones?
During the night would freak me out! Maybe I should get my old softball bat from my Mom’s house….
We’re going to check out pawn shops and craigslist. I don’t have a ton of hope that we’ll find things, but you never know. A friend of a friend got all of her jewelry back when the cops found it at a pawn shop in NH.
I had find my iPhone enabled on both of them, but they’d since been deactivated and they don’t show up on the mobileme page as having any location data. I did click to send them the message “This phone has been stolen!!!” but I don’t know if it will do much good.
Those bastards!!! That is messed up, especially about the charm bracelet. I will definitely punch them in the face for you!! lol. I hope it turns up somewhere, somehow and you get it back. Pray to St Anthony!
I ran across your blog bc I googled ” Craigslist gold charm bracelet.” mine was stolen last year in a home robbery and I still look online for it. I totally understand how horrible it feels not to have it. My parents put it together for me when I was growing up and gave it to me when I graduated. My husband and I added to it on all of our trips. My dad died in 95 and it makes me so mad that some jerk took something so precious that he helped make. But I will say that I am glad I am safe as I’m sure you are too. I hope you get yours back. Best wishes to you.
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