Thinking about "things" and their value tonight. A neighbor called this afternoon and let us know that her driveway alarm went off and they saw a man trying to get in her daughter's car. Ugh.. I always leave our van unlocked. We live in the country. Its quiet. There's no traffic. Our neighbors are all awesomeness.
A few things were stolen from inside my van: a 1 ct. diamond tennis bracelet that I had been given years ago as a gift, $10, and my zune.
I had been thinking of selling the bracelet as I'm not a flashy diamond kind of gal and they were most likely blood diamonds (watch that movie), and I thought it would be great to have spending money and had been daydreaming about what I would buy for the house. I had recently worn it on a date with Sean but took it off and slipped it in my wallet because the clasp kept coming loose.
The item I valued most was the zune MP3 player. When I think of someone snagging it and finding out they've got a zune with plenty of children's stories, audio adventures, classical music, soundtracks, sermons and worship music on it - I laugh. When I think of creepy thief guy looking through all my personal photos I cringe... and sorta chuckle. Home birth photos on there. Out there for the world to see. Lovely, eh?
Truthfully, my life is intact and my family is intact and those are the important things. Do I stop in pawn shops and look for my stuff now? What are you supposed to do when you've been robbed and filed a Sherriffs report?
A happy ending note is that our van is now paid off. And that was not stolen....