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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://community.tasteofhome.com/utility/FeedStylesheets/atom.xsl" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en"><title type="html">BarefootCrone</title><subtitle type="html" /><id>http://community.tasteofhome.com/blogs/barefootcrone/atom.aspx</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.tasteofhome.com/blogs/barefootcrone/default.aspx" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://community.tasteofhome.com/blogs/barefootcrone/atom.aspx" /><generator uri="http://communityserver.org" version="3.1.20917.1142">Community Server</generator><updated>2007-12-10T16:53:34Z</updated><entry><title>A day in this crazy life</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://community.tasteofhome.com/blogs/barefootcrone/archive/2007/12/10/a-day-in-this-crazy-life.aspx" /><id>http://community.tasteofhome.com/blogs/barefootcrone/archive/2007/12/10/a-day-in-this-crazy-life.aspx</id><published>2007-12-11T00:53:34Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:53:34Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So last Thursday I came home, dh was not at home, I bring things in the house, the phone rang, while I&amp;#39;m talking I look out the kitchen window to see a man bundled in a coat and hat standing behind my house with a gun. Yeah. The day the mall killings were in the paper. I called the guy who owns that place, and he said he&amp;#39;d not given anyone permission to hunt there, and told me to go out and tell the guy to leave! Say what?! I opted to call the sheriff&amp;#39;s department instead. By the time they got here, the guy was gone. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today I came home, brought some stuff in and told dh I needed help getting the rest of the stuff out of the car, so he went out with me. I turned to say something to him at the car, and noticed a man standing next to a tree at the edge of our property! Ok, this is starting to freak me out. I motioned to dh to look, then came in the house and called the sheriff&amp;#39;s department again. DH stayed on the porch to keep an eye on the guy, because it was about to get dark and we were afraid he&amp;#39;d leave again. In a few minutes dh came in and said, &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s got a gun&amp;quot;, and went back out. I tried to call the sheriff&amp;#39;s dept again to tell them to warn the deputy, but couldn&amp;#39;t get through before the deputy got here. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Turns out the &amp;quot;man&amp;quot; was a 15 year old boy who lives up the road. He&amp;#39;s a really good kid, has had a rough life, but is respectful and very sensitive. The &amp;quot;gun&amp;quot; was a bb gun, which sounds harmless enough until you realize he&amp;#39;s the size of a grown man, and when nervous people see someone like that with a gun in their hands, bad things can happen quickly. The deputy gave him a stern talking to, the kid started home and stopped to apologize to dh about it. That&amp;#39;s what I mean about him being a good kid. We&amp;#39;d heard he was living with relatives in another state, didn&amp;#39;t even know he was back with his grandparents who live up the road from us. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;#39;m just glad it all ended well. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dirty kitchen awaits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://community.tasteofhome.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=5140188" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>BarefootCrone</name><uri>http://community.tasteofhome.com/members/BarefootCrone/default.aspx</uri></author></entry></feed>