Woohoo

Howdy do.

I'm feeling a little better in several ways.

Number one way, I'm not nearly as ill. I had a really bad cold for the last week or so. I still have a cough and weez but it's nothing like it was 3 days ago. I took a day off work to stay home. I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but it is. I don't take days off work for being sick.
I'll take a day off to spend with the fam before I will take one off for being sick.

Second I am not feeling so bad about Aaron being at my moms. I miss him and I wish I could be more in charge of what is happening but like it or not we handed him over so I just have to accept that things are as they are. I can't have it both ways.

Thirdly, the guy who broke into our house is in jail and we don't have to worry about him coming back anytime soon. And even if he does, the shotgun is now in the house and he can take a slug in the chest if he wants to be back in my house again.
Oh didn't hear about that eh?
Well I'll put it down in the short form.
Saturday, Dec 11'th around midnight or say the 12'th if you like, Tami was in the bedroom on her laptop doing a bit of christmas shopping online. I was in my little office space playing a game.
Tinkerbell, the chihuahua, was relaxing with the cat Sammy, when all of a sudden she started barking like mad.
I hear her barking and assume Tami is going outside to smoke and is not taking the dog with her. So I hit escape and close down my game to get up and go out there with her.
Just as I am getting up from my desk I hear Tami scream "WHO ARE YOU"! I turn around and some guy is standing in my hallway. Tami starts screaming at him "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, WHO ARE YOU, GET OUT!" I start yelling at the guy to get out and move towards him.
This is when it really hits me that some strange man is standing in my house in the middle of the night. Here is the crazy part.
When I fully look at the guy, he is about 6'1" easily 250-270 lbs. He has on no shirt, no shoes, no socks, and he is wearing jeans that are unbuttoned, inzipped and pulled about a third of the way down his hips. You can see his underwear which are blue boxer briefs with a grey eleastic band. And it looks as though he has either urinated all over himself, or he spilled an entire 20 oz bottle of something on his pants.
(turns out it was urine)
He is standing in the doorway to Christians bedroom with his hand on the doorknob and the door pushed open about half way.
So Tami is freaking, I am starting to freak and I realize something horrible. My guns are not in the house. They are still at Tami's mom and dads. We haven't moved them yet. And this guy is big. Bigger than me. If he goes apeshit I can't stop him.
So I start yelling more emphatically that he leave. Tami is screaming at him, and he isn't moving a muscle. He is just standing there looking at us like he could care less.
So I tell Tami to go call 911. She runs into the bedroom and smashes into the bed trying to get to the phone fast enough. I tell him "If you don't start moving I am going to get a knife and stab you dude seriously!"
He does nothing.
So I turn and head for the kitchen, and another thought smashes into my head. I just left a half naked guy standing near my sons room. Don't worry about that just get the biggest knife in the house and remember to hold it really tight so your hand doesn't slip and you get cut yourself if you have to stab this bastard.

So I get to the butchers block and pull out the largest chopping knife. Really long really sharp really scary looking. For good measure I grab another one hoping it is not the bread knife. I see smooth blade and just turn and go with it. It turns out that it was the boning knife that is thick and short and has a blunt rounded tip. Oh well it is still a sharp blade.
So I head back at the dude sharp pointy knives in hand, and I say "If you don't get out of my house I am going to stab you. Do you understand me? I will stick this motherfuckin knife in your ribs dude for real"!
At this point the guy puts his hands up and starts meandering down the hallway toward me. Tami is coming back into the living room phone in hand
911 operator asking her questions. I can't hear what the operator is saying, but Tami's responses are classic. "YES HE IS STILL HERE HE IS STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND HE WON'T LEAVE! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE I CALLED 911, He won't leave, my husband is pointing a knife at him and he still won't leave, No noone is cut, BUT IF YOU DON'T LEAVE HE IS GONNA STAB YOU, no, he is still here."
So the guy has been saying crazy shit the whole time like, "I got lost in the woods I just need some help my friend is here blah blah blah".

So I start jabbing the knife in the guys direction and he starts walkin. He is not moving in a way that convinces me that he is trying to leave so I take a couple steps toward him and jab the knife in his direction more emphatically and then I see on his face recognition. The idea finally hits him that I am totally willing to stick the knife in him and he moves faster and more directly toward the front door, tries to get out and finds the front door is locked. Of course it's locked. He came in through the back door and I am not at all planning to let him walk through the house to get back out the sliding glass door.
So he fumbles with the lock , gets the door open, and gets out on the front porch. He then lays down on the porch and starts to cry.
So we close and lock the door, not noticing that he has layed down. I look out the window, see he is lying down and I open the door and start yelling at him to leave.
After a few minutes he gets up wanders down the lawn and lays down in the front yard half sticking in the street half sticking in my yard.

A bay county sheriff shows up about 20 minutes later meaning the entire ordeal of calling 911 and getting an officer at my house after telling them someone had broken in was about 40 minutes. The guy was only in my house about 2-3 minutes before tami called 911.
It took us fifteen minutes to get him out of the house . TOO DAMN LONG. But thats another rant altogether.
I am sure if you listened to the 911 tape you can hear the guy talkin his crazy shit. He was saying it all loud.
Christian woke up and was coming to the bedroom door when Tami saw him and told him to go back to bed. He doesn't remember much of it at all. So that is good.

So the cops talk to the guy and I go outback to look around and see how he got in. I see the gate is closed and locked still so I go to the other side of the yard and sure enough he had not climbed over the fence as much as he had knocked the posts holding up the fence over and pushed them down and apparently rolled over the knocked down fence.

He is telling the cops how he just got a little mixed up and was looking for his cousin who is a Panama City Beach police officer named blah blah blah. And the Sheriff Deputy is all like "Oh OK I know him sure, he's your cousin".
At this point I get a bad feeling and Tami gives me a look that expresses what I am feeling. Yeah, you got it. He wasn't arrested.
he was given a tresspassing warning. Then taken to the drunk tank. They said it wasn't a big deal cause "He's just drunk he didn't mean any harm".
Well it's nice to know that in the city of Panama City Beach, being drunk is a blanket excuse for doing anything you want.
We were pissed, but also just glad the whole thing was over with. So we went to bed.
The next morning Tami gets up and goes to work. We both barely got any sleep, had nightmares and woke up at every sound.
She tells people at the church what happened and they all freak out saying we should call the sheriff directly and complain. Her family and my friend Rob all pretty much agreed. So when she came home we did just that.
An officer came out to the house and took our statements and and we filed charges and he was arrested that day. Tami was allowed to follow the cops to his house to watch him get arrested. They figured it would help her get over the whole thing if she witnessed him getting taken in to custody. And for the most part it did. The cops apologized saying they have no idea why the cops from the night before had just basicly let him go.
They said no matter what, once someone enters your house without your permission with the intent to do some form of harm it is burglery.
So that is what they arrested him for. We nor the police can say he had no intent to do harm. He has to prove in court that he had no intent to do harm. It's not the officers jobs to discern intent. Remember that. As far as the arresting officer told us, it is the officers job to act based on facts.
The facts are that this guy broke down my fence to get into my yard and then proceeded to come into my house uninvited.

So now he is arrested and I feel better.

So how was your week?