Saturday, November 22, 2008

Steph Cease - Neighborhood Watchdog

I can't believe this, but about 30 minutes ago I called the cops! Um...I CALLED THE COPS! Like a crazy woman...with 50 cats, who's suspicious of her neighbors and has a macelet. (A bracelet that sprays mace.) Ok, well, here's what happened.

Braelyn and I got home from Sugar Land at about 8:30pm. (Casey is not with us. He's speaking at at retreat.) As I was pulling into the driveway, I noticed that a car pulled into the driveway across the street at the same time. It caught my attention because no one has lived there for several months. While I was quickly getting baby and bags and food and whatnot out of the car, it started to bother me that no one was getting out of this mysterious car. We got inside, and I tried to lock the door, but couldn't. I decided to put my concerns on hold for a brief moment so I could get my exhausted, princess dressed baby in bed. (Oh yes, we have the princess dress! She is not sleeping in it.) Once that was done, I fiddled with the door again and still could not get it to lock. Immediately, I went to the window and tried to get the status on the mysterious white car. Sure enough it was still there, and there were no lights on in the house. I could only assume that the criminals were still sitting in the car.

By this time I needed to call my parents to tell them I got home safely. (Yes, they still make me do this. ;) While the phone was ringing, a great debate went on in my mind about whether or not to tell them of the mysterious criminals sitting across the street. I did not want to worry them. I knew everything would probably be fine. BUT, it did seem a little dishonest to tell them I was home safe and sound while I was at that very moment peeking out my window watching the criminals. So, I told my dad...my dad, the cop.

Within a half a second of hearing the situation, he told me to call the Brenham Police Department. I resisted. I didn't want to be the paranoid cat lady. However, my daddy is rather persuasive, and the fact that there is no limit to the humiliation I am willing to endure to ensure the safety of my little girl, I grabbed my cat (figuratively speaking) and made the call. For the first time in my life, I called the police department. I told the dispatch lady the situation and she said officers would be sent to check it out. In less than 10 minutes, the cops arrived. I was peeking out the window, as inconspicuously as possible, and 2 thoughts ran through my mind. 1. I sort of hope someone is actually in the car. And 2. I hope they don't know it's me who called the cops!

I'm not going to lie. It was a little exciting to see those flashing red and blue lights and know that they were they because of me. And then, what was even more exciting was when I saw a boy step out of the car and get questioned by the police! Gasp! I thought, "Oh, my goodness! There was somebody in the car! What were they doing there?!" I also thought, "Oh, thank goodness. I'm not completely insane!" After about 3 minutes, the boy got back in his car and left, as did the cops.

Relieved that situation was over, I called my dad back and told him that the cops sent the criminal away, but I didn't talk to the policemen so I didn't actually know what the criminal was doing over there. Well, this was not sufficient information. I was feeling perfectly safe, but to my dad the cop, safe is not as good as safe and informed. Again, I resisted, and again, my dad (who claims to be an authority on such issues) was not hearing it. And so I called...again.

Shortly, the police officer called me back and was delighted to assure me that Braelyn and I were quite safe. Being a gentleman, the cop wanted to protect my delicate, feminine ears, but was able to inform me that my criminal was with his friend's girlfriend, and they needed a place to...um..."snuggle." So what crime is my criminal guilty of?...Forbidden love, my friends. Forbidden love and hormones.
Nice. :|

So to all you neighborhood kids out there, to you I say, "Look out! Premarital sex will not be tolerated in this neighborhood! I will call the cops and I am just waiting for an excuse to use my macelet! So just keep on drivin', Loverboy. Keep on drivin."

So there you have it.
We are safe and sound. I even figured out how to lock the door.
Sweet dreams.

Oh and Daddy...thanks for keeping me safe. Love you.

6 comments:

Abbasgirl said...

If it makes you feel any better at 47 yrs old, I am still required to call my parents and let them know I have arrived home safely. Of course my father was w/ HPD for years and saw all kinds of horrors when he worked the streets and when he was in criminal intelligence and narcotics.

Can't wait to see the princess dress pictures.

Love, Mrs Annette

Brandi said...

oh, that is scary! glad it worked out though.

i called the sheriff's department the other day to report a cow out on highway 290.

not really the same at all, but i just wanted to share.

Erica said...

Aw I'm sad I wasn't here for the excitement! Even though I would have been scared too.

Using a random person's driveway to "snuggle." Hello Blinn College :[

Casey said...

hilarious outcome, scary beginning! I think I would have done the same thing... good eye detective!

Jenny said...

You did just perfectly. You have to be that way, especially if it is just you Braelyn. Consider it your duty.

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