So there hasn’t been much in the way of updates from Lacey, and there’s a pretty good reason for that. December 12th, 2011, a few heartless people broke into our house while I was at work and Lacey was out and about giving some early Christmas presents.
One of the things they took was Lacey’s MacBook with all of her work, as well as her connection to the internet. We’re saving up to get a new one for her, but it’s slow going at the moment. They also took our television, DVD player, a couple of my guns, my MP3 players (Zune and iRiver), my work laptop (a darned good one, too), whatever cash we had in the house, and a few other things. They also destroyed a few items in the process, and thoroughly wrecked the house. They even took a pot of chili from the fridge and threw it all over the kitchen. We had to wash pretty much every scrap of clothing in the house because they threw all the clothes all over the ground and walked on them with their chili-feet. They opened and rifled through every single thing they could get their hands on.
Lacey was the first one home, and she realized that we were burglarized almost immediately. She called 911 and informed them of this, as well as that she didn’t know if they were still there. About 60 minutes later the police showed up. When I say “the police,” I mean a single, rude, and snappily ignorant police officer. He was only there to fill out some paperwork, and didn’t seem interested in the slightest about finding the people who did this. One of the people who broke in left a nice footprint (with chili) of an Adidas tennis shoe on a piece of paper. He didn’t want it, didn’t care, and when I asked him if he should take it for evidence, he snapped, “We have a way, we have a process, we know what we need.” Apparently. He then went on to interrogate us as to who we tell we have things, who we let into our house, and what sort of boxes we leave out on the curb. In the same way you could see them asking, “You were raped, you say? Well, were you dressing sexy? Wearing a skirt? Makeup? You were just asking for it, then!” Yeah, blame the victim. We asked to be robbed. Sure. Whatever makes you feel better, copper.
So, fast forward to now. I haven’t been able to update our police report with the latest list of items stolen or broken, because it hasn’t even been assigned to an investigator/detective. We’re coming up on two months, now. Heaven forbid you should call them and ask them about it. The Mobile Police Department doesn’t appreciate you taking up their time like that, and they’re not afraid to let you know. Lacey got sick of trying to get a decent human being on the phone to get this piece of paperwork added to the file so she went there in person. While she was there, the quick lube across the street was robbed. Across the street from the Police Department.
So, I’m selling things they didn’t take on eBay, trying to save up enough for a new MacBook for Lacey. She had one of those white ones with the 13-inch screen, which they no longer sell. I’m guessing the replacement is either the MacBook Pro, or the MacBook Air. The new Air looks nice, but there’s not much there for the price. It’ll probably be plenty for what she uses it for, but I can’t help but think the money would be better spent on the MacBook Pro. There seems to be a good deal more computer at around the same price point. I wish we had an Apple store close by, so I could take her there and put each one in her hands and let her decide. I’ve never had the opportunity to play around on a MacBook Pro. I’m not quite sure if it’s the right fit. There’s an Apple store up in Birmingham, I’ll have to take her there at some point. Maybe make a weekend out of it… Birmingham is a nicer city than Mobile.