What A Thief Cannot Steal

Since last Thursday over 100 comments have been left here in response to my posts regarding Bloggingham's burglary. I have been absolutely overwhelmed by the depths of sweetness, sincerity, love and support from my friends. You have called me on the phone, IM'd, sent private emails, cards and left comments galore.

Do you KNOW how much this means to me?

Do you KNOW? DO you??
There is a lump in my throat.
I can't even begin to express what your kindness means.

Since the robbery, it has been difficult. It makes me angry that I seem to have no control (at the moment) over this visceral emotional reaction that attacks my body. It's like someone smacked me in my central nervous system and left a big ugly bruise. I drop a dishtowel and I want to sob. It's ridiculous!! My concentration is shot, I start stories and I can't finish them. I sleep a long time and then not at all for a day and a night. One minute I'm feeling brave and peaceful, the next, wimpy and scared. It's soooooo dumb.
And I hate it.

I hate it so much I'm going to stop it. NOW. I know how to find peace. I know how to pray.
I know these things. I do these things. I need to do them NOW.
At times the uncontrollable jumpiness sneaks up on me and wham (!) I'm a dishrag again. It's been a week. Shouldn't I be getting on with the program by now? Travis said, "You still have some frights to work through. You'll remake your sanctuary." He is right. On both counts.

I will.
And I am.
If your passion for the thieves' demise and your concern for me could cure his robbing ways, he'd be gone and never live to rob another person. At the same time you've waged war on my fear and pity on his soul. What character you've shown. To me. And - if he's reading - even to him. At the same time, you've called him every name in the book and some I never heard of. He should be thankful he's "unreachable" through the computer worlds that divide us -or he'd surely be blogmeat by now. Ewww......I truly believe he would also be pinned to the floor in amazement by your honest renditions of self that spill into my comment box and overflow my heart. You've shown me so much compassion and warmth. It is hard for me - or anyone else reading the nonstop hugs - to believe that the sad human being we've been focusing on represents the bulk of humanity.

He does not.

I dare anyone to read the following and ever dismiss the genuine emotions of "blog friends" again. I feel you here with me. It is that simple.

Kathleen, in an effort to do a song and dance for me, threw some damnation on him. It was a sight to see.
Desert Songbird sang him a lying, thieving SOB song. Cindy dubbed him a "shitfaced scum" (I'm taking notes....).

Jeff, trying to get a word in edgewise, offered a shoulder full of prayers time and again, with this honest jewel... "My Christian side will lift you up in prayer that you are safe and comforted. My human side wants to find the dirty dog and beat his little ass senseless!"


Olga and her Traveling Bra offered a cup full of cuss words from her lacy arsenal. Linda said this (cover your children's ears) "#&$)@!! $&*#)@*!! ($&%(_@(@$%!! "....

Frank told me to tape cigarettes to the Dear Thief letter on my door to lure them longer in the camera lens.
It was a great idea!

Gill offered hugs and an empathetic ear. Bee said, "Mimi, honey. Repeat after me, SHOOT FIRE AND HECK A BRICK!"... Lee thinks they're idiots zonked on drugs and most likely won't return (even with my Xanax). Travis sent hugs and explicit instructions "If you think you didn't lock the door, then go check it. If you think you didn't set the alarm, then go check it. If you need to cry, then cry. And if you need to swear, follow the above steps" - which he outlined beautifully.

Sandee reassured me of a few things and suggested that someone stay with me for awhile. That is in the works. She said, "No one can take away your peace if you don't allow them to."


Nick (a minister) said "Cussing can be good for the soul." I like his church.

Matt encouraged my expletives. Jamie very wisely said, "...think of how horrid life must be for the person who did this to you. (so right). Dancing Odat suggested I hit things with pillows. She also wants to see more cussin. And sweet mild-mannered Patti who wouldn't hurt a blogfly wrote "Mimi, It did my heart good to read that cuss sentence you finally managed to eek out yesterday. You go girl! A Southern Belle showing some attitude toward that SOB!"

....Crazy Working Mom mourned the loss of my Xanax. NolaDawn (mild-mannered teacher) wrote "Cuss away babe, we love you more for it! " I like her class.

"Don't let the bastards take your peace," wrote Carol the peace blogger. Katherine breathed soulful prayers. Bundle-o-Contradictions called him a jerk and wished swift judgment. ILoveMyLife understood the feeling of violation. Hammer gave me practical advice and encouragement. What else would you expect from a guy named Hammer?
Barbara Doduk, Canadian love and unity blogger, sent big hugs...... Barbara, my friend from France wisely wrote "You can use this fear "positively" to try and double your security methods also." That has been done.

From Carver " I wish there was some miracle pill to erase the feelings left behind by the thieves." The Hawaiian girl from the UK, Akelamalu gave of her innermost treasures "I'm thinking of you and sending oodles of Reiki to the situation to ease the upset. xx"

A much needed "hang in there" from Julie Pippert who also wrote " Reclaim your space, make it your sanctuary again". Cheysuli and Gemini those darling cats said, "We will purr for you." Did you know that Chey is running for President? And smooches, too, from the dogs "Luv & Wirey Hugs! Butchy & Snickers.

From Asara Dragoness we hear the soothing words "I hope they catch the butthead who did this to you.. if they do, let me know so I can go to the jail and kick him in the jimmies, ok?"

And that Wacky Mom Ev who threatened to levitate and spin her head completely around cracked me up with this "Oh Mimi, you want me to come there? You want me to deal those guys? I could fly down on my broom if you'd like? Will scare the bezeejussoutourske out of those guys!...
Ever see my Einstein hair? I'm praying for you my friend...and seriously my broom is ready to take off." And the kicker is, I know she means it.

The beauty of Ev's comments are always that they're never-ending. She forgets something and just keeps on sending comments (Patti does that too!) So now I read this, "I could wash your hair, we could play make up..." That is adorable.
(And I really could use a girly pajama party)

Beautiful Deana related a story about her friend's robbery that helped immensely. Akelamalu returned to say, "It's a crying shame that some deadbeat, no-good sonofabitch has invaded your sacred space." Now there's a good old-fashioned cussing for ya and so poetic.... Sometimes Saintly Nick told a moving story on his blog about how he was robbed one Christmas night - while he was preaching! Little Wing offered a Native American remedy. JHS shared a heartbreaking story about a former theft their family experienced. The Teach sent succinct sage advice. Alice gently reminded me to pray for my enemies.
Starrlight encouraged my fightin' side. Joker's avatar alone made me smile.
Ev is back (once again) to tell me to rent Home Alone 1, 2 and 3. It's supposed to cure me. And Sanni sent this lovely German message to the thieves, " "Verpisst Euch, Ihr Dreckschweine - laßt Eure dreckigen Pfoten von meiner Freundin und ihrem Heim, sonst bekommt Ihr es mit mir zu tun!!!" I don't know what she said but I know it's bad.

Mauigirl reminding me that things can always be replaced. And Carol screams,
"tell the bastards to BRING BACK THE XANAX!"
Sanni and Ralph think I should get a big, nasty old dog that bites thief flesh (I'm working on that one). Margo Moon added "If The Posse can do anything for you, we're ready to ride. Just say the word." They're seriously serious.
Hailing from The Couch, Mr. Bond offered to send Bruno and Guido ASAP.

And then of course, there's sweet Daisy the Curly Cat (seen here in pink curls)
who decided to try and help me curse. So she wrote this and cracked me up - me and everybody in blogworld. "To The Burglars: From Daisy- You bad old stupid-heads! You are very terrible meanies! Do not ever do that again you doo-doos! Your mother must be ashamed of you. You deserve a big BITEY."
Oh Lord. That cracked me up.

But it was Julie from Julie's Jules and Junque who said it best when she explained her reaction to the comments she read above. She wrote,"Okay...so my eyes became misty as Travis in his infinate wisdom attempts to show Mimi how to cuss. A tear dropped as Mimi did it.
I hope my hubby doesn't see me crying. He just doesn't "get" our love for each other."

And so I say..... if blog love could catch a thief, he'd be in jail by now.

If I could wrap my arms around my computer and make you feel my return hug, I would. In fact, I'm doing it now. Do you feel it? Thanks to all the above commenters, the private emailers, the late night IM crowd and those who call to see if I'm OK. I apologize if I inadvertently left anyone out. There are a few who've offered to meet me at an airport in their part of the world and take me in for awhile - you know who you are - others have offered to come here and kick serious ass. Most just want me to know they're there. This is a wonderful feeling of community, my friends.
And that, a thief cannot steal.


The Day After Christmas ~ Bloggingham In Shambles
What I Learned In the Last 48 Hours About Thieves
Excuse Me, Do You Mind If I Cuss?
A New Year Greeting (To The Robbers)
OK. This Is Not Funny
What A Thief Cannot Steal