That Little Red Car

Shortly before Miguel left for his mission, he was pulled over yet again....merely for driving a suspicious looking vehicle.  The police officer asked for his ID and the ID of his passenger which was his sweet girlfriend.  Sweeping his flashlight around the vehicle then into the eyes of it's passengers, the officer handed the ID's back.  Satisfied that they weren't carrying drugs or alcohol, they were sent on their way with Miguel anxious to share his latest run in with the police.  You see, Boise Police shoot to kill and Meridian police pull over and intimidate.  They were doing their job, but when your child is the object of the pull overs and intimidation because of your poor vehicle choice, it is frustrating.

I remember the time Miguel was randomly pulled out of class in High School by the principal who had him meet with police in the parking lot.  The police wanted to drug search HIS car.  With student's peering out the windows the police dog hopped in sniffed around and sat down.  He had found nothing.  The Principal called me at work to tell me what happened and to apologize.

There have been several times over the last couple of years that Miguel has had some sort of run in with the police in that car.  There was that time he was pulled over for suspected Drunk Driving and, of course, Police Practical Joke.    Even though these pull overs did not result in fruition of what the officers "suspected" and Miguel was innocent every time, it is still stressful for a mama. So when I tell you that we sold his car within 12 hours of his leaving for his mission, please know that I was not heart broken.    

Goodbye little red pain in my.............

Cops and Robbers

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Recently, Miguel's car was broken into.  He swore up and down that he had locked his car, but there was no forced entry.  If you saw his car, you would wonder why anyone would think there was something of value in it...They rummaged through his jump box and took his Zune and $150 Rayban Sunglasses, not to mention his favorite hat.  Miguel was upset, he felt violated...But, he didn't want to call the Police.  He figured it was useless, and sometimes it is...

So, I called the Police.  They came out, dusted the car for prints, took the report and item descriptions.  Turns out our neighborhood was hit hard over the weekend.  In fact, I had seen some kids that didn't belong in our neighborhood, I even questioned my husband who they were, but BSU graduation was this weekend, families could have been having a party.  I rarely assume the worst.

Yesterday while at work, the Police called Miguel to tell him that the Perps were caught and his items recovered...all except that hat that is...

How often does that happen?  

We are truly grateful!  What a blessing!

Alas, the Police Again...

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When you have teenage boys, run in's with the police are like a usual occurance. I don't know what it is, but people are naturally distrusting of teenage boys.  You might as well consider them all guilty...

TJ set off the house alarm at the home across the street

And Miguel just plain pissed off the neighbors 

who later called the cops on us...

And let's not forget when Miguel was drinking and driving...

Well, we have yet another occurrence with the cops, the fuzz, the pigs...And if anyone knows why they are called by these slang names, please enlighten me...

Miguel was driving home from work at the Little Caesars in our area. It was dark, and late...A policeman passes him going the other direction then flips around and throws on his lights. That is like the worst feeling isn't it?

Policeman walks up to his window shining a light in his eyes, so he is squinting and can't see. The officer asks him to get out of the car. Miguel is freaking out, because in his defense he swears to me he did nothing wrong.

Then get this, the policeman starts laughing and says "Hey Miguel! Haven't seen you in a while...Just messin' with you..." It was a friend from high school's Dad. Don't you just love a cop with a sense of humor?

Drunk Driving

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My son was pulled over for drunk driving. It's true. He is 18 and preparing for a mission and had just come from a party put on by the LDS church. I am ashamed to admit that he was caught red handed by the cops drinking cocoa in his car and driving. The audacity! Crimminey what kind of crap is that kid going to get into next?

Funny story...Miguel was driving home from a Mormon party with his girlfriend. They stopped at McDonald's for Hot Chocolate. Miguel's girlfriend spilled her's in the car and on Miguel who then swerved over the line when it happened cuz, well, he was distracted and it was HOT. Here comes the cops again...just waiting for a drunk like him....He was asked if he had been drinkin'. "No officer, just hot chocolate." "Are you sure, son..." "Yes, sir, see my girlfriend spilled it all over." After I think sniffing his breath and assessing the situation, and not being ticketed as it was just that HOT Chocolate, he was free to go.

A magnet I tell you a magnet for trouble, that one...

Whatcha gonna do when they come for you...

On a quiet sabbath, we were relaxing at home enjoying the warm temperatures and the chirping birds when our peace was suddenly shattered by the alarm system across the street at my parents house. They are out of town, and we are keeping an eye on things. We received a phone call from a distraught TJ desperately asking for the alarm code to his grandparents house, but the call came too late. He was contacted in the home through the alarm system by the monitoring company. He tried to explain himself, but when he didn't know the "secret password" the police were quickly dispatched.

A burglary in progress, perpetrator inside

He was only looking for a bit of super glue, certainly nothing that should warrant jail time.

Alas, this day shall henceforth be known as:

White Trash Day.

When the police showed up, TJ was waiting outside for them. I quickly ran across the street for fear he would be cuffed and carted off before I could get there. Since I had skipped church, (I know, we probably brought this bad turn on ourselves) I had been laying around in workout clothes with no make up and my hair pulled back in a wet pony tail. As I ran across the street to clarify the situation to the COPS, I realized that I was barefoot and looking pretty in all my glory. (Completely White Trash) Fortunately for us, they believed us, but they did have me open up the house and turn off the alarm system so they could have a "look around." Why is it when you've done nothing wrong, you still feel incredibly guilty? I was sweating profusely and was certain the cuffs were coming out at any moment.

TJ you are such a BAD BOY! Bad boy, bad boy, whatcha gonna do, whatch gonna do when they come for you...