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Holy F*ing Cows!! Technically he is not a Fargo person, in that he only actually lived here 5 years, so he is not a native, but still, that is scary. I never met him to my knowledge, but something about him does look familiar, I may have seen him around town and just not paid any attention. I guess you really don't always know your neighbors.
At the request of Idaho officials, Fargo police blocked all entrances to Duncan's apartment at 810 7th St. N. Ternes declined to say what was left in the apartment.
I've driven by that place on several occasions and never paid attention to it, it was just one of many houses turned into apartments nothing unusual. Who knew what lived in there.
"We don't have any idea who Duncan is, other than a very, very sick individual. Sick and stupid to go to a Denny's at 2 a.m. with a child," Bob Price, Shasta Groene's paternal uncle, told The Associated Press.
From reading the articles and his journal posts, I get the feeling that some small tiny part of him knew his behavior was evil and dispicable and wanted him to get caught, otherwise why would he do something so stupid.
For Shasta Groene tommorrow really will be an Independence Day. Let's hope her Dylan is found. I can't even begin to imagnine the trauma of this girl and what she has probably witnessed over the last 6 weeks. It is enough to make me want to lock my son up in the closet until he is 18.
Speaking of the red(haired) menance, last night was a real topper in preteen tantrum throwing. I had agreed to take him and his friend to light off some fireworks since his friend is leaving early Monday for his sister's in Iowa. Warren felt I should buy him more fireworks (his dad had given him $10 bucks, I threw in 5 more). I had promised to buy him fireworks (he said I named a specific dollar amount, I don't recall this). After paying bills and such I found cash a bit tight this pay period and told him no, he would have to make do with what he had as I couldn't afford any more. WEll HOLY SHIT you would have thought I told him that he wasn't going to be allowed to have food for the next two weeks. He calmed down (or so I thought) and I started driving him and Andrew out to the fairgrounds (popular fireworks spot in W.Fargo), a few blocks from home he started pitching a holy hissy cow (because I NEVER buy him ANYTHING, or TAKE him ANYWHERE!!), and when it was clear that I was standing my ground he decided to get out of the car at the stop sign and leave, me and Andrew sitting int he car in stunned silence.
I sure wasn't going to give in at this point, no kid of mine is going to be a spoiled entitled brat. So I let him go. IT was daylight, only a few blocks from home, and he could chill with his thoughts. I drove Andrew home, ran thru McD's for a chicken sandwhich and fries to calm my nerves (yeah I know, but I had't had dinner and I wanted something a little better than chocolate), than I went home. About 30 minutes later Warren walks in and just sits down without saying a word. Later he came and sat next to me, and started talking to me calm and respectful like nothing had happened. I ignored him at first, until he finally appologized. Later I made him a late dinner and all was well, but I am telling you, if this is a clue I am so not ready for full blown teenagedom.
I need drugs (F.U.T.C).
Prequels ~ Sequels
Daily Dumbass: can I say my son, for his tantrum from hell
Thankful For: Another missing child safe with her family
Music of the mind: : Some annoying country song
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.