Apr 7, 2015

I can cross having a gun pointed at me off my bucket list.

I can cross having a gun pointed at me off my bucket list. Not that it was ever there.


Everything and, more importantly, everyone, is alright. But, let's start this little tale at the beginning.


This morning was a bit hectic. Davy's sausage was too hot and he needed "mommy blow" and then a few minutes later he needed "more hot sausage." Apparently sausage patties have a small window of perfect eating temperature and we missed it. James needed to eat a roll (with baked in dairy! Woohoo dairy challenge!) and Tripp kept trying to steal his food. The dog refused to come back inside. And I just threw my hands up in the air, loaded the car and headed to the gym.

Just like every other day, I sat in the alley to make sure the garage went down and then I was on my way. Without shoes for my kids. Because it was that kind of morning.

After the gym, we run a few errands and head home.

I pull into the driveway and the garage is up and the door is WIDE open.

I keep my cool. No panicking here. I lock the kids in the car, pre-dial 911 and walk I to the laundry room.

I shout "Hello? I'm going to call the police!" thinking I would scare off any would be robber. I hear a noise. (In hindsight it was a tiny little nothing noise. In the moment it was a terrifying crash.)

I turn to leave the house but before I make it I hear "Who are you?" and see...


A police officer with his gun on me.


My heart jumped through my chest. I panicked. Lots of panic. Although my heart rate apparently didn't spike as high as it felt like it did.

And then I was so thankful for the awesome police officers who patrol our neighborhood. The DPD sent two patrol cars to my house who cleared the whole house (did I mention we left after our horrible morning with bagel crumbs still on the table? Embarassing!) and checked in every closet. They verified I was the homeowner and nothing was missing. They calmed me down. One of the officers stood by my car in the driveway with my kids so they were protected and not alone out there. The officers were amazing.

They were so wonderful and so nice! In fact, when they left Tripp and Davy asked for "more nice man." Did I mention how thankful I am for the amazing men and women of the Dallas Police Department?

The media is full of stories of police misconduct and judgement errors, but the truth is MOST police are good folks with servants hearts who are called to serve us and our communities. They deserve our thanks and our respect. So, thank you Dallas police!



So what happened? Well, our garage didn't close all the way. It is getting to about 3 inches off of the ground and then reversing. So even though I thought I watched the garage go down, it didn't. And then the wind blew our door open. Nothing exciting. And since the dog refused to come inside this morning, I don't even have a 7lb dog playing frogger on Abrams (a 6 lane road) again.


For my local friends, we were the fourth house DPD had responded to today in our area with doors blown in from the wind, so check your locks. It's gusty out there!



  1. Oh my goodness, I'm so glad to hear that everything was okay! And what great officers, who came to your rescue!

  2. I'm so glad it all turned out well!! I live in Dallas area as well! I really just stopped by to recheck my ingredients for the gripe water recipe. I use it regularly, but still have to come and look at it. I want to say thank you for such a wonderful concoction. My whole family adults and children use it.