Thursday, 09/29/11, PM

More Trauma Drama!
Last night, Cherokee and I were sitting in front of Creekside, talking before going home for the night.  We usually do that, and we so enjoy each other's company.  We had gone on an adventure earlier yesterday, which I will talk about later.
Penny drove up in her jeep, and got out and started yelling and cussing me.  She said that I had 'fu**ed up her life', and that I did not have a concience.  I asked her why she felt that way, and she said that it was because I had told about her and Randy running off together.  I told her that I had just told in my blog what Rhonda (Randy's wife) had told me about their whereabouts and activities.  She said that she had last seen Randy Friday afternoon when she had dropped him off at 'a blue house on Highway 92'.  I don't know which house she had been talking about.  However, Elaine (Rhonda's mother) had said that Penny had called and offered to bring Randy home on Sunday if Rhonda would not ever say anything to him about runnion off with Penny.  If she did, they threatened to take her car.
Then, after she had yelled at me, she asked me to give her $20.00.  I refused, of course.  I figured she had already cost me enough.  Not so.
When I got home, the house here at Clairemont had been broken into.  Whoever had done it had come in through a dining room window, and stolen all my jewlery, valued at about $20,000.00-$30,000.00, many of the pieces being custom made by Mark Enix at Fountain City Jewelers.
They had done 'something' to my bed, and I'm not sure I want to know about that, but I sure changed the sheets.  The house had been gone through, but not too much taken but the jewelry.
Tonight, Steve came home and re-played the video on the burglar system.  It was two tall, skinny people wearing jackets exactly like that one Penny had worn at my house when she was working for me.  They had come up from the creek, to avoid detection by Otto, who Penny knows is nosey.  It's almost like she has been gathering information to use for this event.  You can clearly recognise her forehead and eyes, and some clothing, and her stance and walk are unmistakable.
Steve is presently working on computer-enhancing the images for the Sheriff's Department, and we plan to prosecute to the fullest extent of the law, and perhaps beyond.
Randy is a convicted felon, which means that if he's convicted, he will have to serve his former sentence (he's on probation) and any more time from this incident.
If he's caught and sent to prison, I'm going to visit and get some large, black buck to take him as his girlfriend.  He'll get out next walking funny.
Casper, the sheriff, is as useless as tits on a boar hog, but I have a couple of friends named Smith and Wesson who can catch about anybody.
I hope you're reading THIS post, Penny, and you're thinking about all the ways I can f**k up your life NOW!
You ain't seen nothin' yet, girlfriend.
I gave you a job, loaned you money, helped you in every way I knew how, and you're paying me back by stealing my jewelry out of my house.
And don't think I'm worried about what you'll say next.  You're a common thief, and I'm not afraid of you.  Do you know what a good shot I am?  Do you know how many guns I own?  You just might learn soon.  Or maybe you'll never know what hit you.  Or who!  Or WHEN!!!
Be afraid, fool, Be VERY afraid.
I've got friends in low places.
Matter of fact, I've BEEN in low places.
I saw you in my own video camers while you stood on the porch of my house and sent your boyfriend in to do your dirty work for you, and steal a pillow case off of my bed to carry off my jewelry.  Are you really so stupid that you think he'll take the rap alone?  Not so.
You're what's known as an accessory.  He's what's known as a repeat offender, and he won't be in the liberal Grainger County Jail this time...he'll be dealing with the state prison officials in Nashville.
How tight are the family jewels feeling NOW?
You know, revenge is not only sweet, it's therapeutic.
I'm gonna get you, sucka!