Grr. I still haven't quite fixed the window from my car getting broken into. Brice managed to patch it up by cutting some fiberglass, and using clear duct tape, so at least it's something solid-ish.
As far as what got stolen, one of my friends replaced all my Stronghold games, I lost all my Sims 2 games (Sims 1 is fine, I was lucky to have it stored elsewhere!), they got a pirate ship kite, and DAMNIT, they got Grandma's handwritten recipe book! That's really the only thing I can't replace. :(
Other than that, considering the sheer number of times my parents took my stuff... Heck, I made out better with old boyfriends! Every time Wra (my son's father) comes to visit me, he brings back something I haven't seen in 10+ years. Last time, it was an 80+ year old opal ring I wore for my HS senior pictures. The matching necklace is still missing, as are my class rings, but he says he's seen them around his place, and will bring them next time. Last time, it was my HS jacket, and photo albums of my son I'd never seen before. I still haven't finished scanning them into my computer.
But with Grandma's stuff, I don't even know if Grandma's alive anymore; I just know she's not in the same nursing home, and nobody will tell me where she is. She wasn't exactly coherent the last time I spoke with her either. So losing anything that once belonged to her majorly sucks!
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As far as what got stolen, one of my friends replaced all my Stronghold games, I lost all my Sims 2 games (Sims 1 is fine, I was lucky to have it stored elsewhere!), they got a pirate ship kite, and DAMNIT, they got Grandma's handwritten recipe book! That's really the only thing I can't replace. :(
Other than that, considering the sheer number of times my parents took my stuff... Heck, I made out better with old boyfriends! Every time Wra (my son's father) comes to visit me, he brings back something I haven't seen in 10+ years. Last time, it was an 80+ year old opal ring I wore for my HS senior pictures. The matching necklace is still missing, as are my class rings, but he says he's seen them around his place, and will bring them next time. Last time, it was my HS jacket, and photo albums of my son I'd never seen before. I still haven't finished scanning them into my computer.
But with Grandma's stuff, I don't even know if Grandma's alive anymore; I just know she's not in the same nursing home, and nobody will tell me where she is. She wasn't exactly coherent the last time I spoke with her either. So losing anything that once belonged to her majorly sucks!