HOME BURGLAR ALARM PARTS – OUTDOOR CAMERA SECURITY SYSTEM – REMOTE VIDEO SURVEILLANCE SYSTEMS.
Home Burglar Alarm Parts
- a loud warning signal produced by a burglar alarm; “they could hear the burglar alarm a mile away”
- a warning device that is tripped off by the occurrence of a burglary
- Burglar (or intrusion), fire, and safety alarms are electronic alarms designed to alert the user to a specific danger. Sensors are connected to a control unit via low-voltage wiring or a narrowband RF signal which is used to interact with a response device.
burglar alarm
- A component of a machine
- the local environment; “he hasn’t been seen around these parts in years”
- An element or constituent that belongs to something and is essential to its nature
- A piece or segment of something such as an object, activity, or period of time, which combined with other pieces makes up the whole
- (part) separate: go one’s own way; move apart; “The friends separated after the party”
- (part) something determined in relation to something that includes it; “he wanted to feel a part of something bigger than himself”; “I read a portion of the manuscript”; “the smaller component is hard to reach”; “the animal constituent of plankton”
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- The place where one lives permanently, esp. as a member of a family or household
- at or to or in the direction of one’s home or family; “He stays home on weekends”; “after the game the children brought friends home for supper”; “I’ll be home tomorrow”; “came riding home in style”; “I hope you will come home for Christmas”; “I’ll take her home”; “don’t forget to write home”
- The family or social unit occupying such a place
- provide with, or send to, a home
- home(a): used of your own ground; “a home game”
- A house or an apartment considered as a commercial property
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99.365 :: 'Cause I'm Feeling Like A Criminal
One fingerprint memory that I have is not a very good one. But I suppose that it made such an impression that it’s stayed w/ me all this time. It left me scared for a long time.
When I was 11 or 12 years old, our house was broken in to. My grandmother was living with us at the time, and it’s thought that she came in to the house when the burglar was still inside. She went straight to the kitchen and washed dishes, so she was there for a bit. When she finished she walked to her room, the closest one to the front door, and found some of her belongings were ruffled through. She freaked of course, and called the cops and my mom I’m thinking.
When I got home from school and walk in to my room, the last one in the hall, and with a glass door to the backyard, I see everything is a mess and thrown about. He had broken through the wall that connected my room w/ the laundry room, so he started there, and we assumed he didn’t get to "finish" w/ my grandma’s room b/c she got home and scared him away.
What has always stayed with me is how my white shiny formica furniture was full of black fingerprint dust and visible perfect fingerprints had been found. All over my furniture. You could see where he had touched and had been. He got away, yet he didn’t, b/c he left his prints behind.
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I’ve caught myself being conscience of leaving prints behind sometimes. I’m not sure why, but I think sometimes I should wipe the surface down. Now I wonder if it has to do w/ that burglar.
After thinking of how to do this shot, I realized that using my thigh / hip / tummy area brings me to the "imperfection" view I have for that part of my body some times. Then I started thinking that my stretch marks are my own little fingerprints from pregnancy. And it made me smile. You can see them toward the right lower part of the frame.
project SoulPancake: Examine your own fingerprints
Feb’s ABC’s: B is for Bare
Musically Challenged: Criminal, by Fiona Apple
TOTW: Imperfections
**And in the end…
For those that like stories and need to know a definite end, know that the same guy came back 6 months later, spent the day inside the house, smoking, drinking and eating ice cream and listening to my sister’s like a virgin madonna cassette tape. He left a note for the cop on the case and for us saying we were stupid for not having an alarm, and that the cop wouldn’t be able to catch him. Well, he was caught, my mom went to trial and he went to jail.
Our Beloved Lacy as a Puppy, 1996
Lacy came to us in October, 96, when she was a lost puppy found on the street by a colleague of Jack’s. She was a wild child who’s bark set off the glass break on the burglar alarm the first time we left her alone at home. We came home to find the police circling our house looking for a break in.
With love and training she became an integral part of the family. She always had health problems; cataracts at four years old, two bouts with Cushings disease, and finally cancer. We lost her in 2009 but will never forget her.
