Yesterday morning we woke up to the pouring rain, it was wonderful. All the kids in the area always ride bikes and walk to school, but not this morning. Ethan being excited about the rain grabbed his coat and his bike and was on his way to school, he being excited to ride in the rain. I stopped him and told him he would be way too wet by the time he got to school, so I would drive him. I went to Ethan's school yesterday morning to help with eye testing (because I'm a great Doctor) anyways and I too wanted to walk in the rain I grabbed my umbrella (this was after I dropped Ethan off) but seeing that I would be late because the morning was off schedule because of the rain, so I jumped in the car and drove instead.

Now the path we always walk and ride on to school and riding around town in general is down 100 north which is a pretty little street with a nice tree lined sidewalk on one side and the local fire dept and police station on the other. About a week ago Kaden, Porter and I where taking a morning bike-ride and the boys stopped in the middle of one of the neighbors driveway and talked to the lady who came out of the house, it took me a minute to catch up I was walking. She asked the boys to move out of the driveway because her husband needed to pull in. I saw a black truck start to pull in then he saw the boys and backed up and parked on the street. I apologized to him and told him thank you. He was very nice and smiled and said "No Problem", and waved by to the boys. Stay with me this is going somewhere. Anyways the day of the rain I came home from the school and found that 100 north was blocked off with several cars, the SWAT team and lots of spectators. I thought Oh great I left Porter and Kaden with our really sweet soft spoken neighbor lady, she apparently couldn't handle them and now they have done something really bad. Fortunately the boys were being good and all was well at the baby-sitters. The nice man in the black truck that we spoke to a week earlier was fighting with his wife right before school and started shooting a gun. I called Karl and told him "Honey were home". We thought we were back in South Phoenix. This man is a part-time firefighter and his wife is a teacher at the Jr. High and his ten year old son goes to school and scouts with Ethan. As the day unfolded the Little town of Farmington was just beside themselves, nothing like this happens here. I was told by three different neighbors that there are no snakes of violence here. Well the first week we were here we found a snake in our backyard and now the sixth week this.
Well the man stayed in his truck for over twelve hours with a couple of guns. I just couldn't get past the group of little old ladies at the end of the street with their binoculars. The mothers with their babies in strollers and the traffic jam of people trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. It was seriously a community event. The school was in semi-lock down and we got a call from the school saying no one was allowed to leave the school that lived in our area unless a parent came and checked them out. So last night at 9 o'clock pm
3 comments:
See Farmington wanted you to feel right at home! I'm so glad you finally posted a blog!!! Now that wasn't so bad was it?
And I thought my life was exciting. Love the pictures of your house it is cute. Now about your neighbors...=o{
Holy Crap! I think you should invest in some binoculars. In your neck of the woods they might come in handy! LOL however I think I have figured it out... everyone was blaming the area for all the violence but now my suspicions are confirmed... its you! Trouble likes to follow you! But its not your fault you were cursed by a witch doctor late at night and now have no control over what happens around you, even if you are the source of the problem! LOL JK that makes my life seem normal! And that’s saying something. You should make your life into a reality TV show. It would get pretty good ratings with stuff like that going on! Ok so now that I have written you a novel... hey that’s not a bad idea either. With a little of that gardnerizing it could defiantly be a tragic comedy! -Holli
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