Poor hammer continued.....

The kid pitches my bag at the unknown hero's truck AND SMASH!!!! it hits his windsheild, flies open and then falls under his truck,he drags it and then it flips up behind the back tires and I see my $50 Swiss chasing hammer hit another car's hood and that's all she wrote.....he ran over it and the bag .....it broke the handle, but the head stayed attached to what was left of it (oh those Swiss and their commendably made tools) During this, the unknown hero has grabbed the kid,you can hear sirens(somebody called 911)and there's all kinds of people stopped in the street and me running and yelling like some escapee from the psycho ward(which by the way is just 2 blocks away)and if you look over, you can see the original kid (the butt smacker)heading on the bikelane into Juarez(probably laughing his ass off)
Somebody taps me on the shoulder(which brings me back to reality and PUNCH mode)and I scare the heck out of some teenage girl who is pointing to the street and asking "Miss?? what's that????" I look over and in the road are a ZILLION copper jump rings,GLITTERING in the spring sunshine.....like little jewels
be back soon (I Promise)

My poor,poor hammer

Success!!!!!! Let's get on with this escapade.....
As I said before, the rec center is is just a "hop,skip and jump" from the free bridge to the mexican border.
I am so thrilled and proud to be participating in this project,it's just too cool!!
So, we find a space to park right on the street in front of the building and start unloading.....my partner is teaching a sculpting class and has alot more to unload than I do....I throw my trusty Mudd bag over my shoulder and proceed to help her get stuff out of the back seat. I must tell you, this bag is just PREMO(as in perfect not the polymer clay)It has the perfect pockets for all my tools and supplies. My bench block, my hammer,my pliers and hand saw....all of them have a pocket they fit in perfectly.(I must have "perfection" on the brain hehehe) Even the wire has a space where it's quilted padding so it doesn't get mushed up(not yet anyway) Oh, I failed to tell you, a couple of days before the class I cut(by hand saw) about a pound and a half of 5mm copper jumprings for the students. Do you know how many rings that is???? It seemed like millions, maybe a billion shining little rings.....could it be a zillion??? Exaggeration for entertainment purposes only!!!!
As I'm leaning in to reach in the back seat,SMACK....somebody just smacked me on the butt.... I look up to see some kid ahead on the sidewalk on a bicycle. "You little PERV!!!!" Of course being almost 50, maybe I should have been delighted.....NOT!!!!
I turn back around and this is where things become a blur....a combination of slow motion and the speed of light.....Surreal.....
Another kid(on a bike) has just grabbed the strap of my beloved Mudd bag and all I can think is "NOT my bag, NOT without a fight you punk!!!" He grabs,I pull, and some how the strap of the bag is wrapped around the handle bars and he's hauling ass off!!! I scream some obnoxious explicatives(you know me by now) and he turns around to look back at me.......while this is going on, some man who witnessed the whole thing has jumped in his truck and is going after them!!!!! That split second the kid turns to look at me.....BOOM, he hits the street light pole and goes flying into the oncoming traffic....CRASH!! some guy runs over the bike,BUT that kid is UP and RUNNING with my DAMN bag!!! Then here comes the guy in his truck to save the day(mind you, this is all happening up the block ahead of me as I'm running toward them(what a joke) The kid pitches the bag at the truck and..........
Before losing this post,I'm publishing it and then continuing......here goes(don't forget to pray)

Finally!!!!!

Well, first let me apologize for being away soooo long!! We all know Blogger does not like Sharon and seems to decide when I can and can't post.....It has been almost a month and a half since I've been able to get on here. Please pray for me,and hope this post doesn't disappear in to that dark place that Blogger seems to send my overly long and explicit posts hahaha.
Yes I'm 50 now and still wondering how to act....Remember those days when "mom" used to say "act your age!!" What the hell does that mean????????
I'm going to push the dreaded orange "publish post" button and see what happens....If it posts, I'll proceed with my hammer story. Wish me luck