I just finished reading some posts on one of my most favorite blogs ever, Joker's- The Harley-Davidson Mystique. Joker, I am so sorry to hear about the passing of your father-in-law, my heart goes out to your family.
My last post said "I'm Back!" and I was for a day or two...it's just amazing how things tend to snowball sometimes. Just when you think you have everything going smooth and life seems to be sailing along great...SMACK! you get clothes-lined!
It is with much pride and joy that I tell you all, my daughter Brit graduated from High School on May 30th. There was tons of preparation that went into the event, so when the day went off without a hitch I was more than pleased....and would have been dead on my feet ...if I could stand that is :-)
Congrats to you Brit!!!

Just about everything went downhill from graduation day though.
My 17, barely 17 year old daughter mind you, decided that she would take the world on in a big way. She has ran away from home 2 times since May 8th.
The first time she was gone 4 days before the police picked her up at a 20 year old guys house...oh and what a fine upstanding young man he is.....NOT! So then less than 24 hours later she runs again! Lets just say, the Sheriff knows me quite well now.
The 2nd time it was a little more tricky getting her back home. Her father and I did a little vigilante work of our own. He was in his truck, I was in my car and we went to this slime-balls house and parked our asses in front of it.
It wasn't but about ten minutes before a girl in a truck drives by and gave me a real strange look...well that was all I needed. I whipped my little Audi around and chased her about 20 or 30 blocks, staying right on her ass until she pulled into a gas station. She had no clue that I couldn't walk, so I called her over to my car and started questioning her....none to quietly either. As I suspected, she did know my daughter and the dirt-bag she was with, so I told this little chick to get on her cell phone and start telling all her little smart-ass friends that Chyanne's Mom and Dad were going to park our asses in front of dirt-bags house until we got our daughter back and if they knew what was good for them, they'd call 911 if they had anything to share about my daughter. I also informed her that I took a picture of her license plate with my cell. There were parents in that gas station parking lot nodding their heads to me as I drove off.
So I'm heading back down the hill through the center of town, back to dirt-bags house when my cell rings and it's my Ex telling me to call 911, there's a "confrontation". Ok...I only have two hands, one for the hand controls and one for the steering wheel, so I was torn...do I pull over and call or do I drive like hell and get to dirt-bags then call 911? I threw the cell down and drove like hell. I was running red lights and doing 60mph in a 35 zone, but luck was on my side!
As I'm approaching yet another red light, I see a police car turning into my lane, so I floor it, go through the red light and get on his ass. I start honking my horn and waving my hand out my sunroof. He pulls over and I get up beside him, he asks "can I help you?" I said "yes! my daughter is a runaway and her dad is in some sort of confrontation with the dirt-bag that is harboring her!" he said, "yes, we got a call that she is in fear of her life, that her father hit her last night and is now parked outside her friends house". I said "bullshit! he didn't hit her, lets go!".
So you get the picture, we really did have our hands full and all we wanted was to get our daughter back home to try to talk some sense into her.
After an hour or so, the sheriff and city police finally released her to us...that's NOT what she wanted, but it was a small battle won for us (the parents) in a now, ongoing war.
A month and a half ago I would have never pictured my daughter doing all this. I'm sure we will get to the bottom of it all. I know I haven't always handled situations the best that I should have, neither has she! But kids don't come with instructions! And we are good parents, she's a good kid too...I just can't find that good kid at the moment, I know she's inside her though.
Some of you might wonder why I'm going public with such a personal aspect of my life, well, it's because you and I have connected and I need to hear that maybe one of you know what this heartache feels like....maybe one of you will say something that could spark a chain reaction so we can heal from all of this.
My older sister saw this commercial and sent me the Youtube of it. I think it is one of the greatest commercials of all time!
After seeing this commercial my sister said "wouldn't it be great if you knew some Harley people that could ride up to this dirt-bags house and line the street?" or better yet, just come surround your house and make you feel safe?" I said "Yes...that would be great".
You see, the dirt-bag is not only 20 years old, messing with my 17 year old daughter's heart and mind, but he threatened to shoot and kill her dad. He also looked at me with so much hatred and evil, sending me a silent but very clear threat too.
I have now boarded up my basement windows, have barricades on 2 doors and sleep with a loaded gun...well that is, when my body finally finds sleep.
My daughter has been with her dad for 4 days now, sleeping on the floor in his bedroom and going to work with him. Since I'm in the wheelchair, I can't easily chase after her if she bolts. Her dad has really come through for us and I am doing everything in my power to support his efforts. Thank you Ted from the bottom of my heart!
I just hope and pray that one day my daughter looks back on this and realizes what we did and will do, to protect our kids and let them know we love them. Even her gimpy mom didn't back down :-)
Now....maybe I can post something soon about a muscle car!
Thanks for listening and I promise to get to everyone's blogs to catch up on your posts as soon as possible.
Motor Head Lady











