8 things a burglar wont tell you..

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I live in a small country town and the last thing I think about is security however when I visit my parents in Darwin I am still taken back by every single home having a 6ft high fence and a yapping dog running the fence that may or may not leave the yard. It then always astounds me that I make that automatic switch of locking doors, windows and making sure the gates are closed behind us just hours into arriving.

Personally, I have this theory if someone wants something from me they will take it so whats the point of locking myself in. I have dogs and if that’s not enough deterrent I am a buggered whether I had locked my door or not so when I came across some research I was keen to read it.

The study took place after paying one “reformed” burglar (who just in fact was encapsidated to a wheelchair so not able to continue his occupation anymore) to interview 87 male and 18 female thieves to why they break into homes, which home and what deters them.

All most all with the exception of seven answered they broke into homes was for money. Now before you think it’s for food to feed a hoard load of children most reported it was for keeping the party going, getting their next hit or keeping their appearance and ‘respect levels’ up. Of the seven who said they committed it for the fun and thrill said it made them feel better about themselves, they felt like somebody.

The fear of getting caught did not deter them. Most believed in fate; whether they got caught was out of their control. Pangs of conscience did not discourage them. Some even held the belief that many of the victims welcomed the thefts as a chance to replace old equipment hence why punishment doesn’t deter them.

Selecting a home was done by watching it over time and the appearance of the home. Beautiful yard means you like nice things. Neighborhood Watch’ signs failed to discourage most offenders because many of the offenders knew these neighborhoods and were not threatened by the signs. Decals warning of burglar alarms nor door locks were of much use either. By the time a thief reached the front door, he was committed to the crime. For some burglars, alarms and elaborate locks indicated there was something inside worth stealing. However always keep the alarm key pad out of sight don’t have installed by the front door in sight especially if it’s a glass paneled door.

Many of burglars approached a residence in the guise of workmen. Masquerading as carpenters, house painters, service technicians, or delivery men. One female offender took her young children along, reasoning that a woman with the kids would not attract undue suspicion. Most burglars wore dark, nondescript clothing and affected a calm outward appearance so as not to attract attention.

Ninety percent of the burglars always avoided occupied residences, not out of a concern for the safety of the occupants (most were willing to use violence if necessary), but because occupied dwellings were considered high risk. Many burglars knew the residents and therefore, wanted to make sure they were not recognized. They checked for occupancy by knocking on doors or calling on the phone. If someone answered the door, they usually pretended they were searching for a friend’s house but had the wrong address. They avoided homes with dogs inside (research shows also that having a dog live within the home protects better also be aware of the difference between watch and guard dogs) and with ‘nosey’ neighbors and said a loud TV’s deterred them (I have heard of Tv timer gadgets but couldn’t find any at the time of writing this).

About seven percent of the burglars preferred to search the premises at a leisurely pace. These thieves knew the schedule of the occupants, and when they were likely to return home.  Researchers interpreted this behavior not only as ensuring the burglars got everything of value but, more tellingly, as taking total control of the victim’s living space. “Like teenagers left alone for the weekend by their parents, most simply helped themselves to whatever alcohol or food was available and took pleasure in not having to clean up afterwards.”

Some of the burglars quit after searching the bedroom, preferring a quick exit. Most, however, headed for the kitchen, not in search of appliances, but of money and jewelry. Burglars were aware that many people like to keep cash stuffed in the freezer or jewelry in a mayonnaise jar in the refrigerator. The bathroom and medicine cabinet were then hit, mostly in the search of drugs and cash. Burglars usually skipped the children’s room, believing very little items of value were stored there. The last room searched was the living room. Many burglars shunned large appliances like televisions because of the risk of being seen leaving the premises with large bulky objects in their hands. Attempting a safe only became an option if they could lift and take it with them.

My advice keep your car keys by your bedside table of a night. If you hear a bump in the night set the alarm button off until you can call for help.

xx Deb.

{a fifo wife} its my birthday..

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It is my birthday today. I’m 39 years old not 21 like my mother said to me this morning. 39 years old I’m happy to be 39 years old and next year with some deep breaths I will be happy to 40.

Now I’m not writing to tell you it’s my birthday but just that I’m grateful for being here having this knowing you and being alive. I was grateful before now more so.

Last year and the years before I avoided the phone I let wishes go to message bank. I didn’t want a celebration, cake or presents. It was just another day and it wasn’t that I was getting older it was I don’t like fuss and I don’t like being seen or some centre of attention rubbish like that but the death of my friend {She would have been 39 also on the 11th of this month} has changed me in so many ways that I’m busting right now.

So whilst I don’t need presents, cake or a party because that is not my thing today isn’t just another day it’s the mark of another day of being in the universe surrounded with the people who love me. So whilst I know when I’m gone I won’t feel it I want to make sure they, you, them know how amazing they are and how grateful I am for having everything I could ask for. That it was an honour to know them and the difference they made in my life.

I only have room for good stuff now.  I made allowances before now there is none, life is short and unexpected and birthdays are a privilege, not everyone gets one every year.

Perhaps its part of the grieving process and all of this is mad ramblings but I’m loving different especially my boys if that makes sense. I’m okay with everything, what made me anxious before controlled things me for so long no longer does and I’m not hiding from myself anymore for you and those around me that may or may not be a good thing but it doesn’t matter.

It probably doesn’t make sense to anyone but me but that’s okay.

So today I took calls from loved ones and said thank you.

I’m grateful for today. I’m grateful for everything including that grey hair and the jowl droop because some aren’t fortunate enough to get them because the universe had a different plan for them.

If it is your birthday..happy birthday..if it’s not have an amazing day regardless.

xxDeb

 

 

{a fifo wife} how tall will your kids be?

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My husband is 6ft4 and I am 5ft {and quickly starting to shrink} and the biggest question I am asked is, Do I think my boys will be tall like him?

Truly I don’t know.

My husband only ‘shot up’ when he was in his early twenties and even into his late twenties his foot was still growing eventually stopping {thankfully} at a 16. Myself I remember being the tallest girl in grade three but that was it soon after that I was left behind in the height stakes but I have never had a problem with being short.

My eldest boy isn’t the tallest in his class as is my other two. B1 is very much built like his dad long and slender, B2 is my father builds all muscle but wiry with it. B3 well he is the perfect example of what my boys call hybrids I cant tell who he takes after and yet they all have massively big feet so who knows.

So whilst you can’t accurately predict someones height there is a couple of formulas you can use for a bit of fun.

  • Add the mother’s height and the father’s height in either inches or centimeters.
  • Add 5 inches (13 centimeters) for boys or subtract 5 inches (13 centimeters) for girls.
  • Divide by two.

Then there is doubling their height at age two.

Obviously, there is a ton of factors influencing what makes a child grow with good nutrition being one of them but genetics is the biggest indicator of how tall your child will be. Interestingly it’s been found that the youngest child may be the least tall and seems to be the ‘slowest’ growing of course though every child and each family is different.

As a nation Australian’s average height was 1.61cms for women whilst the average Aussi bloke is 1.84

So if I used the above formula my kids will be 5ft10. Does this work out for you? What did it say for your children? 

xx Deb

{a fifo wife} understanding why..

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I have never experienced death or grief the way I have these past two weeks. For those that don’t know my dearest friend Nevada Jones suffered a stroke on the 13th of February and finally after a long fight lost her battle on the 18th of February.

Nevada was a mother to two boys and friend to many she was 38 on her passing.

Ms Jones as I have called her here many a time was the most beautiful of souls. There was standing room only outside at her funeral and people stood for an hour and half on the hottest day in February to pay their respects.

Like many our friendship ran long and deep right to the end and I have struggled with the why her? For the past weeks right until up we drove home from our attendance of her wake was I angry at the world for taking her from us. I would ask everyone why didn’t the ice dealer on the street corner die? Why didn’t the woman who beat her kids go? What was the point of taking this positive ball of good energy that we came to call Nardi have to go. This young healthy proud mum of two boys, that did only good why her?

The problem with myself when I’m angry I am an arse. When I’m angry my opinion is the only opinion and everyone else is wrong. So to understand why this happened at least in the smallest of ways is important to me and the safety of my family and those around me.

So this is what I came to understand over the course of the last three days.

On the day our beautiful girl took her last breath the lives of three others were saved through the donation of her organs. Three other families were not having to go through what her children family and friends were or are going through. Through her donation, a mother of two was saved with her heart. All transplants have thus far been successful.

But still why her? Because she was perfect that way because this is what she would have done and she did. Dare I say the universe knew that she was capable, that her family was capable? Because only good people should be allowed to grant life and my friends she was the best. Her passing was and is allowing another family to full fill their fullest potential to do whatever the universe has planned for them that would make her so happy.

So whilst it won’t ease the pain nothing ever will especially for her boys perhaps it’s with that thought some comfort can be taken in the ‘why’ for at least for now because grief is a shitty that way.

So my friends, I’m asking no in fact I’m telling you to consider being an organ donor. You need to opt in to register. Talk to your family about your decision to donate because ultimately your family can say no but if they know and understand your wishes how can they say no to being an angle?

I registered this morning to have all they can use and told my boys my wishes and will continue the conversation as they get older.

Follow the link. All you need is your medicare card and the understanding and blessing of your families.

https://www2.medicareaustralia.gov.au/pext/registerAodr/Pages/DonorRegistration.jsp

xxDeb

 

 

{a fifo wife} a few things

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Wow. It’s all I can say last week of February {well almost} my friends can you believe it? No neither can I and actually my B1 said to me why is the year going so fast mum? It just does bubba that’s why you got to get the most out of every minute you can.

But let’s just talk about the weather for a minute? How is it at your place? It’s horrid here. It’s so hot that the past nights I have slept in just my ‘underwears’ as my boys call it. If I wasn’t so rounded and jelly like I would work in my ‘underwears’.

Anyway now that I have left you with that image of me in my ‘underwears’ let’s get on with it..

It’s Monday a week of new stuff new adventures and a few things from around the web to help you start the week with a smile- and they are as random as what’s in my head.

  1. A little Tatum for your morning. He is playing with his wife but that makes it oh so much sweeter. Here.
  2. Some interesting findings on Homeopathy. Here.
  3. French supermarkets have banned the throwing away of food. Here.
  4. How to make your own water colours. Here.
  5. Love this home. Here.
  6. Australians I’m sure will be flocking to Europe first beer fountain. Here.
  7. Jamies easy fanily one pot recipes. Here.

Have a great week lovelies

Deb

{image with thanks to here}