Friday the 13th Aftermath..

It's a breezy, but sunny Sunday afternoon, and I'm relaxing from Friday 13th's aftermath.  I should have known that Friday the 13th would not by lightly.  Now, I'm not very superstitious, but it hit my daughter pretty badly.  She did not have a good day. 

Lizzy lost her wallet, somewhere between the bus, the lightrail, and the walk home.  Her wallet not only had her ID, but her bank card, and the cash she got from selling in some of few of her school books at the college bookstore.  She was not a happy camper.  Her boyfriend went out to look for the wallet at the lightrail, and when he didn't come back quick enough, she decided to take her brother's bike and go re-trace her steps herself. She decided to search one area where her boyfriend was at, and left my son's bike near a tree across the street.  When she came back the bike was gone. 

So, Liz not only lost her wallet, but also her brother's bike.  Let's just say this sent Liz off the edge and into hysterics.  I wasn't there when it happened, but according to her boyfriend, L:izzy needs to take some anger management classes.  She must get that from her father.  (Innocent look.. Ha ha ha!) 

We live in a fairly decent neighborhood, where people go out and jog, walk their dogs, and let their children ride their tricycles on the sidewalk.  It's not a place you would think someone would just come out and take a bike.  I was a little upset that she would just leave her brother's bike out there, not even asking for his permission to take it out in the first place, and leave it unattended away from eye's view.  I asked her if she had seen anyone pass by, and she answered:

"I saw these two men in a truck pass us twice, smiling and looking at me, but I always have guys pass and look at me.." 

Okay Lizzy. 

By the time I drove up into the driveway with my mother and Nick, the drama was settling down, but Liz was quite upset, saying over and over again that she didn't MEAN to get Andrew's bike stolen...etc..  I had brought home burgers for dinner because I was going to take my mom shoe shopping that night.  The older boys were at the park, so husband went out to fetch them.  I was taking my mother's things out of the car, and my mom, the last time I saw her was still in the garage.  Lizzy had to be at work at 6pm, and they were would be going shoe shopping.  By the time I got Nick settled, and the kids were eating their hamburgers, Liz was ready for work, and we were heading for the car, my mother was no where to be found.

Visions of my mother falling somewhere and lying on the ground went through our minds as we made a frantic search in the house, in front of the house and the backyard, but no where was she found.  Lizzy made made a desperate attempt to run down the block to see if she went walking towards the park, but she wasn't in eyes view. 

Lost wallet, lost bike, now lost mother.

We finally spotted her near the park.  She was easy to spot.  She was the only woman there wearing a light plaid suit, with a burgandy purse and matching pumps.  Apparently she thought we werent' going to get the kids back from the park so they could eat their burgers.  Oh the drama. 

I'm still recovering from Friday.  Friday night we finally hit the mall and my mother bought shoes...  Grey ones with rhinestones, black ones with rhinestones, sparkled brown ones, white sandals, black sandals...etc..  Oh, and matching purses as well..  I was surprised that Sears had such a selection.  I even found a few things for myself.  We left the mall at closing time.  My mother is happy.  If Mother is happy, EVERYONE is happy. 

Fortunately for Liz, Andrew wasn't too upset from the loss of his bike.  He is already tormenting his sister on the amount of money she owes him now for a bike, and I suspect he doesn't even want a bike to replace the one she lost. 

I typed this entry on Friday night, but AOL deleted it before I saved it.