the car saga, part 3

Just when you think it can't get any crazier...

Sunday afternoon/mid-evening I was over at my moms cleaning out the car and getting it ready to stick on ksl and craigslist. My friend (and neighbor) Heather called me up and let me know that 3 state troopers were at my house and wanting to talk to me. So, I left Wyatt with my brother and headed back home. Then I get a text that 4 more showed up, then 2 more showed up. I started to get nervous... I mean, 7 state troopers looking for me? This can't be good. I pull up, get out of my car and immediately have one of the state troopers in my face asking me where my car is, who was just driving my car, and so on. I explain that no one has driven my car since Saturday night and that it is at my moms house because I didn't feel comfortable keeping it at mine. At this point it is quite obvious that they aren't here to let me know they caught whoever stole my car. A second trooper walks up and pulls me away, asks for my drivers license and has me get in the back of his car. Um WTH? I was probably asked 6 times what my mom's address, like I was lying about it? I don't know the reason. Then we were off to my moms, me in the back of the troopers car! He is looking me up on his computer, asking me questions about the whole situation, then asking me MORE questions about everything. He asked the same question 5 different ways to see if my story would stay the same, obviously. And it did. Right before we got to my moms he FINALLY let me know what was going on. It felt like hours at this point when really it was maybe about 20 minutes. He explained that a high speed chase had just taken place in a gold honda with my license plates on it. Um... come again? They needed to make sure that I was not involved, that the car was where I said it was, and that there weren't any signs that it had been driven. So we (me and 5 of my state trooper pals) pull up to my moms house just as my sister and her fam were getting home. The looks on their faces were priceless and at that point they still didn't know I was in the back of the car. He finally gets me out, we walk over to the garage, open it up and he goes "Ya okay, this is not the same vehicle" and I burst into tears. They apologize and all that good stuff. He even offered to give me a ride back home, which was nice, but one ride in the back of a trooper car is good enough for this girl.

I knew this sort of thing happened, but never thought it would ever happen to me. So.. my license plates are still out there. I would assume that they probably have taken them off the car from the chase. It will be interesting to see what else happens and who will come knocking on my door next. Can this week please just be normal? Please bless I can get this honda sold quick and find a new car. I'm completely over it!

the car saga, part 1 & 2

This week has been a weird one for sure. But we will start with Wednesday morning....

This day I was up earlier than usual, had already cleaned most of my house and had finished a few things for work. Wyatt was playing with a friend outside and running up and down the stairs between our houses. I was in the kitchen finishing cleaning when the boy Wy was playing with asked where my car was. Me just thinking he didn't know which car was mine, I walked outside and pointed and started to say "right there....". I sat and just looked for a minute before I realized that my car was not there. I had them run up and get my friend to come down. I tried calling the police but my phone would not dial out. I have nightmares that start this way! I had to turn the stupid thing off and back on and finally put in the report. My mom and sister both came over, the cop came and left and didn't give me much hope. And quite honestly, at that point I didn't care and didn't think that I would see the car again. My neighbor saw my car at 9 am when he left for work, at 10:50 is when I noticed the car was gone. What the french?

Now we fast forward to today, Saturday. I had been with my mom most of the day for a family party. At about 7:30 we loaded up the car with some boxes to put in my dumpster and headed home. We got to my complex, dumped the boxes and as we were turning around out of the corner of my eye there was MY stolen car turning down MY street. My heart started pounding. Someone had the nerve to steal my car in the daytime and now someone was going to dump it as well?! My mom pulled up next to the car and I rolled down my window and there is a girl just sitting in my car. I looked at her and said "You are in my car" she kind of looked at my funny and replied "No, I just bought this car from my friend Sarah". When I looked at it more closely they had taken a blanket I had in the trunk and it was in the back seat. I pointed that out to her and she started freaking. I remember I just kept saying you are in my car. I tried to hold her back but she made a run for it.

A few minutes after she took off 3 men I have never seen before all of a sudden appeared, and they were acting all sorts of weird. They were checking out the situation and one of them got on his cell phone while the other two jumped in a truck and took off. We got that license plate number because they were just acting WAY too sketchy. The one on the phone stuck around until the K-9 unit showed up. I'm sorry, I don't care who you are, that's weird. One of my neighbor girls was listening to them talk and could understand what they were saying, and they were definitely talking about my car.

When I made the police report the officer told me that if I were to come across my car to not touch anything and call right away because lots of cops and guns will show up, he wasn't lying. One cop processed the "scene" while the others went out looking for this girl and the guys who left in the truck.

This honestly has been like the weirdest experience ever. My car doesn't lock anymore, they spray painted the fender black which confuses me, because it already was..., and the passenger side door handle is hanging off. I'm lucky I have such great neighbors, one of them followed my mom to her house in my car where we are keeping it for the moment. I don't even want to get back in it.

So here is my car tonight... #1 - Items left in the car that were not mine aka "evidence" #2 - This is my building. My parking spot is literally 6 spots over to the left. If you are going to steal a car, I probably recommend telling your friend WHERE you stole the car from and then ask them not to come visit you. #3 - this is my moms car, we pulled up next to her and I started flipping out, I terrified poor Wyatt who was in the back of my mom's car, he was really upset and I felt horrible. #4 - The one item I am so relieved that was still in the car. His car seat. They had taken it from the back and stuck it in the trunk. And taken some of my DI items... so thanks.

There were still items of mine left in the car, they took his spiderman scooter probably for one of their kids. I'm just glad these fools weren't smart enough to sell the expensive car seat. And one of them must have been a real estate agent because they took three key boxes from my car. (Sorry JG).

I have been so freaked out that Peter actually came over to spend the night. I highly doubt they will come back, but you never know, people are ridiculous. Either way, I'm definitely grateful for my brother being here tonight. Puts me at ease a little bit. SO CRAZY! How does this happen?

The best thing that happened this week was this little guy, and I was able to be there to witness it. Talk about an amazing experience. Owen Benjamin Warner, 6lbs 10oz and 19 inches. My sister Andrea had her baby the day after my car was stolen, he is an early surprise but we are all really glad he is here and he is absolutely perfect. Well done Andrea and Steve.

I'm excited for Amy to come home from Ireland tomorrow! We will be able to swap stories! Her adventures in beautiful Ireland and my ghetto fabulous stories. Ugh. We have missed her but glad she was able to go.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that nothing else happens. Wish me luck!