My EE group always complains that I have the weirdest connections to people, but today was a long one.
A couple of years ago, my friend Ashley (the tall one), who was rooming with another girl at the time, was living in a neighborhood where a suspected rapist had been seen trying to break into homes. She and her boyfriend (now hubby), Ben, were a bit uneasy about it. So, for a couple of nights Ben and I took 3rd shift on their living room couch.
Today, most of you probably heard about the two escaped inmates from the Peoria County Jail roaming around the Peoria area. One was caught in the ghetto (not my ghetto) and the other is still out there having stolen an SUV. It was talked about alot at work. As far away as PCS is from the sightings and jail, our secretaries at the middle school had extra security (a.k.a Señor Nick the Spanish teacher) watching the parking lot most of the day. When a sighting was over by Kickpoo (still don't understand how that happened though) and I heard that Brimfield was on alert, I called Lady Moon's hubby to see if he wanted to warn her. Completely forgetting that she works now at a school, I not only found out that she was safe and secure in a locked down school in Brimfield, but her hubby was actually the helpless one at home, poor guy.
Next after work was a dentist appointment I was dreading because of frustrating TMJ problems and a tooth they were tracking two years ago (which was my last appointment) that was feeling worse. While I was waiting for the X-rays to come back, I got a call from Ashley. Turns out the guy who is still on the loose is the same one who caused me to sleep on her couch a couple of years ago! Honestly.
But that's not all. The nice lady who was causing crazy pain in my jaw by holding it open for 20 minutes turned out to be the wife of one of the principals in Brimfield. She had called her hubby's office today and heard they were having "a bad day" but didn't know anything about the escape. She also knew of Mrs. Moon.
(update)
This nice pain-lady's daughter also happens to be dating one of the guards at the Peoria County Jail. He was not on duty the night before or the day of the jailbreak, however. That would have been too much.
So it doesn't sound nearly as interesting of a story as it originally did in my head. But it's been typed so you get it anyway. A little nervous now that Facebook posts these for me as well. Don't judge me Facebook!!!
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Truly a weird connection. Here's the truth-- I married a stallion with an awesome last name. Few know me, many would like the name. Saying you know someone with that cool name puts you one step closer to actually having it.
HAHA.
And thanks for the text to see if the SWAT team had encircled the building... "they" were spotted out here on a county road, supposedly. Not sure whom I feard for more-- them, or my gun-toting husband who was buried under a chevy changing out parts because he got rained out looking for bambi. His first comment when I got a hold of him: "See, we do need to get that hand gun for you."
Drama, drama. And then there was Wednesday. The bright part of the week: a student told me he thought I looked cool in my "chucks". "Mrs. Moon" in chucks. Hard to beat. It's all about the name... trust me.
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