Monday, January 15, 2007

I Have a Dream

... that I don't lose power in the recent ice storm that has hit Missouri. And that I learn new things on my computer. And that lost little boys find their way home.

I just off the phone with the MAC guru who helped me immensely. Granted, he can't get my audio to work on my webcam when I'm on Yahoo Messenger, but apparently that's a capability no one is capable of making work so I have forgive him. Until he helped me with Firefox (which I still don't really understand), I was unable to format anything on blogger or e-mail so now I am a happy camper.

Ok, in case you've been living under a rock and didn't hear the most incredible news of hope and miracles, here it is. Sadly, a boy was missing the other day from some tiny town in Missouri as he got off his school bus. Luckily, his classmate remembered him getting into a white truck with a camper. Surprisingly, the police in my former town (the one I left when I ran away from home) was serving a search warrant at an apartment complex when this guy said, "I guess you're here about the white truck." Amazingly, they searched the truck and discovered it was the same one with the rust on it that the classmate had seen the previous Monday. Unbelievably, when they went to the guy's apartment, there was this 13-year-old missing kid. And MIRACULOUSLY, next to him was a kid who had been missing for (ARE YOU SITTING?) 51 months. It's not the way I want to see my beloved Kirkwood in the news splashed across the headlines, but it was our police who accidentally found both boys. Everyone was cheering at the apartment complex when the FBI and police showed up as well as every Wal-Mart across the state that announced the discovery. And, undoubtedly, this guy is going to be put away for a long time because no one likes a slime ball like this (who seemed like a normal, quiet guy who paid his rent on time). The kid who was missing for over 4 years has had his picture plastered all over benches and such, but no one had found him because obviously he'd never been allowed to go to school so let's all hope and pray he gets some good psychological help. What an incredible story.

On the homefront, I couldn't go home this weekend to sign the real estate contract because Missouri has been encased in a sheet of ice. Slicker than snot. I can't even get my car door opened to start it and get the ice off. I've been in the house for 3 days now and will be screaming FREE AT LAST, THANK GOD I'M FREE AT LAST on MLK Day if I do extricate myself from the Ice Palace. But I have power. Much of St. Louis and Springfield does not. I figure people wouldn't be looking at houses this weekend even if I could get the sign in the yard. I ask again. Do you know anyone who wants to buy a small 3 bedroom house, 2 blocks from a grade school, in a great school district in a wonderful suburb of St. Louis that, while not noticing a kidnapped boy for 4 years, does everything to rescue children from sick perverts? I know just the house for you.