To Be Fair...

Some of you (my grandfather included) want to know the crime stats for our current neighborhood.

Well, here they are. Oh, and the crime stats for our old neighborhood are worse than what I previously reported. When I got on the City of Dallas' page the numbers were, um, MUCH HIGHER than they were on the neighborhood improvement page.

CURRENT NEIGHBORHOOD
Murder - 2
Rape - 3
Robbery - 30
Assault - 11
Burglarly - 104
BMV - 169
Theft - 163
Auto Theft - 61
Grand Total - 543 times the cops came to our neighborhood in 2006

(Not) Lying With Statistics

On Wednesday, I decided that since we no longer lived at the ghetto-partment, it was safe for me to look at the crime statistics on the neighborhood website. (I don't know why we didn't think of this before. But we didn't, being from Iowa and all...)

I was QUITE astounded. Allow me to give you a sampling for your reading horrification. These have all occurred from January 2006 to October 2006:

Murder - 3
Rape - 15
Robbery - 192
Aggravated Assault - 165
Burglaries - 337
BMV (whatever that is) - 539
Theft - 562
UUMV (again, whatever that means) - 276

This comes to a grand total of 2,089 times the police were called to our neighborhood. (I WAS hearing them all the time!)

We thought that was pretty bad until Joey figured out that the neighborhood was a total of ONLY 2 square miles. That means the cops were getting called every four hours to an area roughly the size of a Wal-mart parking lot. (OK, slightly bigger...)

We're way, way glad that we moved. Way.

"Mom, why does the freezer smell like Windex?"

Joey and I ran over to the ghetto-partment tonight to clean it before we turn in our keys (glory, hallelujah!). We got there at about 7:30 (a half hour later than I originally planned, but it's good for the Type A side of me to get Type B'd) and began to "clean" with a vengance.

When we moved in last month, there were tacks painted into the carpet (we found them by stepping on them. OW!!), strange creepies things in the refrigerator, dust on every surface (particularly in the bathrooms), and crumbs in the cupboards.

Needless to say, I wasn't holding myself up to any high standard as we "cleaned" tonight. I brought along Windex, Pine-Sol and Clorox Clean-Up, a roll of paper towels, and a bunch of trash bags.

We were ready to roll.

I started in the kitchen and Joey went to the back room to clean up newspaper and tape from the painting we'd done last night. I was spraying absolutely everything down with Windex. The Clorox Clean-Up was in the other room and I didn't feel like going to get it. As long as it looked clean, it was.

I knew I'd gone a little bit too far when I opened up the freezer and started spraying Windex. It froze immediately, of course. So I threw a bunch of hot water in the freezer, wiped it out, and didn't miss a beat.

I also sprayed the refrigerator out with Windex.

An hour (and lots of Windex) later, we were finished. We took out the trash, got really creeped out by some big, tall scary guy on the way back to the car, and crossed over to the safe side of the highway.

I need a brownie. With cream cheese frosting.