Friday, March 30, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
William Thomas Kisner
My old roommate Tom and his wife Marie just had themselves a kid! William Thomas Kisner was born on 3/5/2007 at 9:45 a.m. 5 pounds 13oz, 18 1/2 inches.
Now Katie has a friend to play with... and torment!
Ha! I posted this first!
Now Katie has a friend to play with... and torment!
Ha! I posted this first!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
100 Miles
Congrats to Teresa my Second Momma who did a 100 mile bike ride in Solvang, California on Saturday. She was done in 8 hours 10 minutes. She also raised $5000.00 for Team in Training. This program exists to raise funds to find a cure for leukemia, lymphoma, and other blood-related cancers. TNT participants physically train for 4-6 months with an experienced coach … all while raising money for this great cause.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
GIRL POWER
Two days ago in Frisco a woman was approached at her car and told to give her keys to him. She told him no. He then took a gun and shot it in the air. They fought, she got the gun from him and shot him in the stomach. He got the gun back from her and ran.
In May 2003 I was at a Target. I parked (stupidly) on the side of the store. I (stupidly) was out after 9:00pm. I also (stupidly) did not LISTEN TO THE BAD VIBE that I got when exiting to get to this Target. I went there for cat food. I could have gotten it at the Albertsons across the street but I didn't. (I'll have another post about my "Bad Vibes" later)
As I was walking out (dressed still from work) I heard someone running behind me. I was carring an 18 pound bag of cat food at the time so I tried to move over. The next thing I know my purse is in front of me and a man is trying to get it from me. I struggled with him (still hanging on to the cat food). I saw a red car slowly come by. I was thinking 'Maybe they will help' WRONG! It was the get away car!!! I heard someone tell him to go in the back window. He took one last tug and I fell to the ground landing on my right hip HARD.
As I was watching my purse wave goodbye and him running to the car all I could hear is my Mom's voice "GET UP NOW!!! GET THE PLATE NUMBER!!!! IF YOU DON'T GET ALL OF THEM IT'S OKAY JUST GET UP NOW!!!!!" screaming in my head. I got up and ran to read the plate number. I also said some choice words to them as they drove off.
I repeated the number that I had. Got the cat food, put my shoes back on (wearing heels) and looked like a crazy woman repeating the number over and over again. When I got to the desk all I said was "My name is Bridget Keenan, my purse was just stolen from me, the plate number is...." and repeated it again until the poor kid at the service desk told me that they had the number and he called 911.
July 14, 2003 I got a call from the person in charge of my case. He asked me to come to the police station after work. When I got there he told me that he was about to give up on the case and tell me that it was a dead end. But that morning he put out an APB about it around the area. Within 30 minutes Colleyville Police called him and told him that they know who it is and they had them in custody because they did this to a woman two weeks before it happened to me. I was ONE LETTER OFF for the plate number. When he told me this I just sat there, smiled and bit my tongue from saying 'Do you really think that my Mom and best friends Mom watching over me in Heaven would allow you to give up on those idiots hurt her kid???'
So when I heard about this woman yesterday who fought back I said "GOOD FOR HER!!!"
In May 2003 I was at a Target. I parked (stupidly) on the side of the store. I (stupidly) was out after 9:00pm. I also (stupidly) did not LISTEN TO THE BAD VIBE that I got when exiting to get to this Target. I went there for cat food. I could have gotten it at the Albertsons across the street but I didn't. (I'll have another post about my "Bad Vibes" later)
As I was walking out (dressed still from work) I heard someone running behind me. I was carring an 18 pound bag of cat food at the time so I tried to move over. The next thing I know my purse is in front of me and a man is trying to get it from me. I struggled with him (still hanging on to the cat food). I saw a red car slowly come by. I was thinking 'Maybe they will help' WRONG! It was the get away car!!! I heard someone tell him to go in the back window. He took one last tug and I fell to the ground landing on my right hip HARD.
As I was watching my purse wave goodbye and him running to the car all I could hear is my Mom's voice "GET UP NOW!!! GET THE PLATE NUMBER!!!! IF YOU DON'T GET ALL OF THEM IT'S OKAY JUST GET UP NOW!!!!!" screaming in my head. I got up and ran to read the plate number. I also said some choice words to them as they drove off.
I repeated the number that I had. Got the cat food, put my shoes back on (wearing heels) and looked like a crazy woman repeating the number over and over again. When I got to the desk all I said was "My name is Bridget Keenan, my purse was just stolen from me, the plate number is...." and repeated it again until the poor kid at the service desk told me that they had the number and he called 911.
July 14, 2003 I got a call from the person in charge of my case. He asked me to come to the police station after work. When I got there he told me that he was about to give up on the case and tell me that it was a dead end. But that morning he put out an APB about it around the area. Within 30 minutes Colleyville Police called him and told him that they know who it is and they had them in custody because they did this to a woman two weeks before it happened to me. I was ONE LETTER OFF for the plate number. When he told me this I just sat there, smiled and bit my tongue from saying 'Do you really think that my Mom and best friends Mom watching over me in Heaven would allow you to give up on those idiots hurt her kid???'
So when I heard about this woman yesterday who fought back I said "GOOD FOR HER!!!"
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