The bad kind of excitement

This week was full of...excitement...the bad kind.

I learned, only because of Jon's friend Levon, that an acquaintance had been beaten in his own home, dragged a mile down the road an executed because someone owed him $10,000. Okay, I know this wasn't exactly a stand up citizen and I also didn't particularly like him, but am upset and disturbed that this happened so near our house.  I was equally upset that Jon had no plans to enlighten me even though he and Levon had apparently located the story on the internet and a friend of theirs had attended the funeral.  I, however, can not find the news story.  Maybe it is my natural ineptness with research, I don't know.  I do know that I suck equally at resume writing probably because I hate logical past times.

Our laptop took a fatal fall.  I was much less upset about losing the laptop than violent crime so near the house, understandably.  We have since remedied the problem by buying a new one which appears more durable. It was cheaper than the original anyway. Computers and televisions, they keep getting cheaper.  He chose an older model because he prefers Windows 7.  I told him get whatever he likes. I really only use the computer to pay bills and for recreational use like keeping in touch with family five hours away and lustfully shopping for things I don't need or cannot afford.

Jon's Jeep was broken into and thrashed while it sat in front of our house.  They took his prescription safety glasses, of all things. His eyes are so bad I think anyone else wearing them would walk off a freeway overpass without realizing.  Luckily, he found them abandoned on the next street over.  It's agitating.  The damn Jeep doesn't lock because of rust issues...it is old and well-traveled...but there wasn't a damn thing in it worth more than those glasses...and only worth a lot to one person.

My friend's father in law was in a bad car accident.  The truck is undriveable but he is okay.  He is a nice man. 

Today, however, has been pretty great.  We ate at the Indian restraunt Ruth and Joe found. Mmmmm, tasty. And we went to a couple of antique malls.  We ended up putting a wild orange high back chair on layaway to be picked up after Jon gets paid next Friday.  It was $100 but is sturdy and sits really really nice.  It's worth it. People don't make furniture that solid anymore.  I think it may be from the late 60s or the 70s sometime. Not really good with dating furniture of that age.  But, it will look nice with my wall color. The plan is to search for a second chair, and a small table to set between them and get rid of the smelly couch Shane gave us.   Emma (our dog)  who sometimes believes she is a kitty, stands on the back of the overly poofed couch to bark at people and  has made a lot of the stitching let loose.  I don't care because the thing smells weird...like rank body odor sometimes and has ever since we've had it.