Downhearted, Disenchanted, & Disillusioned

I will be a debby downer for today. I think I'm entitled. I received a phone call from the hubby while shopping with my family Friday afternoon. "Jen, we've been robbed." Shocked, I sat down as he went room by room telling me what was missing. I asked if Elvis was ok and he said yes. When I asked about my jewelry he told me it was all gone. ALL GONE. There were other things missing, but I just couldn't get over my entire jewelry box missing. I cried and cried and cried. Truthfully, I am still crying. Is is because those were items that can never be replaced? Yes. Is is because my hubby worked so many long hours to buy my engagement ring which no longer fit? Yes. But mostly its because I feel violated. A thug was in my home. A thug was in my baby's room. A thug has taken away my trust and my sense of security. I am a firm believer that God does not give us more than we can handle. My baby girl is safe, happy, and healthy and in the large scheme of things that is all that matters. But honestly, my sadness has just turned to bitter anger. I am PISSED! I am upset we live in a world that lets murderers walk free and criminals go unpunished. I am ashamed to live in a society with no morals. A society in which getting high is a number one priority.



Some words of wisdom for you ladies is please get your jewelry insured. It is likely not covered under your homeowners insurance in cases of theft. Also, lock up your Louis Vuitton- apparently dope heads are more educated than they used to be.



Enough whining for now, I'm just around the corner to the light of day :)