Electronic Stimuli

     Hello fellow bloggers, readers and passers-by,

     Get your head out of the gutter because I was not talking about a vibe!  I'm talking about setting up my Outlook Express to receive my hotmail emails so I don't have to log on to hotmail every time I want to check my email. Unknowingly, I was not aware of all the who-do's and what's-it's I would encounter. I've set up rules to filter my emails, I've even forwarded emails from one account to the other... But I was not prepared for all the terminology and 'lingo' I would learn.

     For example, POP, SMTP, to name a couple. POP. I'm still not aware of what it stands for, but if you don't have the right number in the field, you will not be able to send/receive mail. Same with the SMTP. One allows you to send, one allows you to receive. Secondly, if you have the incorrect settings on your account to begin with, you have to hunt down the ones you changed to see if those are preventing emails from sending correctly.

     Needless to say, after 3 hours of mentally cursing the world wide web and being bombed with error message after error message, I managed to incorporate my personal email and our home email into outlook express. After that, I learned that you must create a CSV file of contacts before you can import them. And then I discovered that if you want your hotmail to go to your outlook, you first have to set up an @live id before you can do this. Slow and steady wins the race right? I managed to do those two things as well.

     Before my blissful pat on the back, I also forwarded all of my future personal emails to my live account which will also go to my outlook account, as well as the same with our home emails... So, you can see where the stimuli is... Learned something new! But do NOT ask me to do it again... I don't know if I could do it again!

     Until tomorrow,
     LaVonda

Suicide... or something else?

Hello fellow bloggers, readers and passers-by,

     I usually do not post about conspiracies, specifically that of a conspiracy in a teens death, but this struck me as odd. Please read the facts at http://justiceshallprevail.blogspot.com/2011/07/tragedy-strikes-in-my-own-town.html before you read this post. I do not want you to get a biased opinion before reading the facts. After you read that, COME BACK!!!

     Alright. Where to begin?

     First, there is an issue with the report. His father told KAIT 8 News that he was last seen wearing a blue shirt, jeans and black Nike shoes. That's fine. However, the Paragould Daily Press reported his father saying he was last seen wearing a blue button down, Khakis and black Nike shoes. OK. This could be a reporting error on behalf of either news source, but to see something such as a conflict of the type of clothing leads me to believe either A. he changed clothes (but why would he have taken extra clothes if he was planning on returning that night?) or B. the information was received but incorrectly reported. Either way, identification markers such as specific clothing descriptions are vital in a search for a missing person.

     Second, reports did not come out until 2 days after he had been missing that his grandparents had property near the river in the area he was at when his phone pinged. The actual property address of his grandparents is unknown as searches in whitepages.com and pipl.com did not reveal any address information. The question must be asked, "was he trying to find his grandparents?" More information about the Ware's property on the river can be found here.

     Next is the text that Randy Ware received from his son, Zach. Randy said he got a text from Zach at 11:30 with the Paragould High School junior’s schedule for the day: work, then football at Valley View High School with some friends, then on to the Jonesboro Country Club for some swimming before eating dinner.
Simple enough. His dad said that was the last anyone had heard from Zach. But that isn't the only time they heard from him. Prior to the text, his dad reported to the Paragould Daily Press, saying Zach went to work out and then met a friend in the Walgreen's parking lot before he left for his job in Jonesboro. This occurred before the text message at 11:30. A number of questions. 1.) Who was the friend and what did they talk about before leaving the parking lot? 2.) Why would you 'meet' in a parking lot? 3.) How would his father know what happened if he was at work and his son was working out, participating in football practice, going to Walgreen's?

      There never were any names brought into the spotlight regarding his cell phone calls or if he made any calls on the morning of July 29th at 3:25am. Nearly everyone who stated they knew Zach said this was not his typical behavior. Reports that he was a good boy, polite, smart, active in groups does not seem to be the type of person who would run away, so why would he keep his phone off? Surely someone with his stature would keep his phone on, making calls and texting.

     And the ruse...

A Real Daddy Gets Dirty With His Kids...

Alright... I know what you're thinking... But I promise, you are WAY WRONG! See, we live in a world today where things are taken out of context. Where the good behavior is clouded with judgement and opinion and negative outlooks on life. But in my little piece of heaven, our four children adore their father and can't think of anything better than getting dirty right back. Had to share this with you all! Hope you enjoy!

Until tomorrow,
LaVonda

Emotion Check? Yes, Please!

Hello fellow bloggers, readers, and passers-by,

     I've always been told that I wear my emotions on my sleeve. One word, one look, one breath, taken just the right way at the right time can throw me into a whirlwind of tears, sobs, and a major snot factor. I'm not proud of that. I hate it. I can't be assertive for this very reason. Sure, over the phone, I can sell you beach front property in Arizona. But when it comes to matters of the heart, I fold like a bad hand.

    Utterly envious of anyone who can assert themselves and get things accomplished has been my personal secret. Day dreaming that one day I'll be like that. See, growing up, I never had to do that. I never had to stand up for my beliefs because, in all actuality, I was raised around closed minds, limited in conversational topics and discouraged about my dreams for a number of reasons... And their reasons for my limited speaking were probably something akin to my own envy: I was the only one to graduate high school or college. Don't get me wrong: I was supported in school and college. But I never had the chance to defend something. Never had the chance to stand up for something I believed in because I never had the chance to appreciate something enough to defend it.

Aerosmith - dream on (live with orchestra) by pipolave1

     Today was a very hard day for me. Not an epiphany, but a major break down of all emotions. I wasn't numb. I wasn't happy, I was mad. Filled with hate, contempt and the worst of all, my husband was scared for me. Supportive in everything I do, his concern finally got my attention when he said, "our kids need you, too." Kasidy, the mother hen, Kristopher, the sports fan, Kody, the family jester and Kanon, the chef 'ala desserts. Yes, my children are the light of my eye, the reason for my existence and the reason why I want to protect other children. Regaining a little composure, I nodded my head to him in understanding and headed for my happy place. Sitting in the shower, the water beating down on me, hot, hard, I break down one more time. The tears flowing, the sobs heavy, the images of children who have died or been abused because of people who didn't know how to love and didn't care to learn. People who didn't reach out for support when they were feeling overloaded. Sitting there, I began to question my goals. I mean, school starts back for me in less than a month and I am between a rock and a hard spot. Do I continue with my plans, or do I fold. Do I cower down and change my major? Do I remove myself completely?

     Out of the shower and lunch finished, the kids are down for a nap, as well as hubby. I turn off the television in hopes of just enjoying the quiet time. But my thoughts are loud. The silence is deafening. Because again, I wonder, how do their loved ones keep going? I couldn't imagine my life without my children and should anything happen to any of them, someone better have me committed. Hoping I don't start crying again, I look out the window. Clouds roll in and thunder is heard in the distance as my 9' sunflowers start to bend in rhythm to the wind. A nap was out of the question at this point. I could feel my heart breaking. Not only because of the fear I felt about my future, but for the anger I still held toward those that hurt children.

     So now, I sit before my computer writing this post wondering if I have finally found something I believe in enough to defend it. Of course... But the correct question would be, do I have the courage? Because the passion I have to protect children from abuse is very strong. But the emotions that build up from the stories are stronger. And an immense amount of courage will be needed to continue. Listening to Aerosmith, I wonder if I will be able to do this. Questioning myself and my capabilities, I start thinking of all the good things I've accomplished. I start thinking about how hard I thought it would be to do them but I did them anyway. Why should this be any different?

     ♪♫ Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on... ♪♫

      I can't just stand back and let it keep happening. I can't stand back and let fear keep me from doing what I feel driven to do. Fear is the thief of dreams, and I will not let it steal mine. I simply have to change my thought processs and take my emotions out of it. I've done it before, I can do it again!

     Until tomorrow,
     LaVonda

Funny Bone, Anyone?

     Dear fellow bloggers, readers, and passers-by,

     It is in my honest opinion that more humor is needed to sustain a vital and healthy life on our planet. From silly jokes to the best pictures, we need to circulate more laughter. Laughter is the best medicine and there is nothing like a gut-busting belly shaker to start your day off right! So here are some of my favorites! Enjoy!!

     Oh, if you have had at least one kid, you may wanna go pee, I had to after the first picture!

     And the best joke, in my opinion:

    

     A husband and wife came for counseling after 35 years of marriage. When asked what the problem was, the wife went into a passionate, painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 35 years they had been married. She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of un-met needs she had endured over the course of their marriage.
     Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and, after asking the wife to stand, embraced and kissed her passionately. The woman shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze. The therapist turned to the husband and said, “This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do this?”
     The husband thought for a moment and replied, “Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I fish.”


     "Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand." ~Mark Twain

     Until tomorrow,
     LaVonda

Dear Mr. Jesus

You all know my passion for children -- their right to love, support, shelter, validation, etc. I've created a webpage on facebook in dedication to all the children who have suffered abuse and neglect and some who were not strong enough to survive the hands of their destroyer. You can visit the page at http://www.facebook.com/heartheircries
And for additional blogs, you can check out my other site at http://www.justiceshallprevail.blogspot.com/

OH!!!

I'm also working on a top secret project that will take about a month to complete, but once it's finished, you will not have a dry eye... In fact, you will want to scream from the top of your lungs... "STOP THE VIOLENCE... STOP THE MURDERS... STOP CHILD ABUSE AND NEGLECT"

And that is my goal! But for the time being, you will have to listen to my rants! And I thought I was on to something good... Kids being involved in this whole Casey Anthony thing. Seeing children with their parents last night during Casey's jail release, hearing them in the background, seeing them in tents... I figured I would pose a couple of questions to my readers and top of a wonderful blog sessions, even including a tear jerker!... However, HLN beat me to it!

So, I have nothing to blog about, and partly because I've been working on the top secret project.

Until tomorrow,
LaVonda

The Right to Go First

Dear Readers,

     After polling my husband, mother and two of my four children for a blog topic, I was given several ideas but none that really got me going. So I polled my facebook friends, and again, nothing really to shout about. So I thought I would blog about American Capital and how our country is going down like a sinking ship when it comes to the economy or the lack there of. But that, in all of it's aspects didn't get me riled up either. No, readers, tonight you will be disappointed. The only thing I could think of is the argument over who plays the game first.
    
     Two of my four children are at Summer Youth Camp for 3 days and nights and the two youngest are at home. And they love their video game that plugs into the television. A race car set-up with about 30 different types of games. And usually, we go youngest to oldest, but with the two oldest being away, I thought it would be nice for the oldest of the two to go first, since the youngest is always going first.
    
     Operation: This will likely go bad is a go! And boy was it! One tantrum turned into 4 in a matter of minutes. I'm in the bedroom putting away laundry like a mad woman, upset because I can't think of anything to write about. Hubby is doing the dishes and, unbeknownst to me, the boys are at each others throats over this video game. My youngest comes into the bedroom all smiling like a Cheshire cat and gets on my bed.  About 15 second later, my husband, the tall, intimidating, stern voiced man points and our son and motions with the death finger to 'come here'. I ask what happened. Through a plug of spit tobacco he says, "he's going to bed. He's showing out, pushing the television because he can't go first."
    
     Well, I'm not going to argue with that. He was right in every way to put him to bed for his behavior. It was 9pm after all. No sense in staying up too late. Putting away the remaining laundry, I venture to the boys' room to put away their laundry and I'm greeted with the most sorrowful tears that any mom could hear. Not the kind that causes you to laugh, but the kind that makes you think his heart is just breaking into a million pieces.
    
     I set down beside him and the tears come even harder, full of sniffles and snubs and slobbery snot. I try to ask him what happened and heard, "i'ba i'ba i'ba (sniff sniff) i'ba play da video gae gae gae... (sniff sniff) I'ba play da video game first but Kody said no..." more tears and loud sobs... What is a mom to do. I gave him a hug of understanding and explained to him he could not always go first. That taking turns was an important role in life. My husband would have began singing "you can't always get what you want... but if you try sometimes, you just might find... You get what you need".  I hate it when he does that because he is usually singing it to me when I see a sale and we are short on money. Nevertheless, I was not about to go that route with our son.
    
     After a nice cup of water and a few more hugs, he calmed down a little. I was still hesitant on letting him get out of bed because he really didn't need to think if he cried enough, he could get what he wanted. So, I explained to him that should he not show out tomorrow, he would get to play the game and that if he apologized for his wrong behavior, he could get up and go back to the living room and root for his brother to win. And now, as I blog, he is in the living room laughing, cutting up as if nothing ever happened. Such resilient little creatures children are.
    
     So perhaps, the next time that sale is going and I'm throwing a fit, I might reflect back on this. Then again... maybe not!

Until tomorrow,
LaVonda

The Spirit of the Times

Ocean by RunC.T.

     Hello fellow bloggers, readers and passers-by,

     Today we focus on the world as a collective whole. I'm not talking about death and dieing, I'm not talking about the rich (per se), I'm talking about the Spirit of the Times. Today, you will also broaden your horizons (whether you believe it or not) you will now be able to think outside the proverbial box!

     Your vocabulary word for the day is:

               zeitgeist  [tsahyt-gahyst] –noun German .

               the spirit of the time; general trend of thought or feeling characteristic of a particular period of time.

     Translated for the 1848 German Language, zeitgeist means zeit- (time) and -geist (spirit). Mind you, I'm nearly 32 years old and took German I & II in high school, and never heard of this word. However, German was not my strong suit. I can still count to ten though!

     Why blog about this word? Well, it's not so much a word as it is a statement. One single word that represents us, a people, a republic, a nation, a culture, a society, a world of civilization unlike any other*.

Everyone knows the times are changing. As my grandma would say, "it's a sign of the times" when she seen her first blue Mohawk on a guy. Or when girls started wearing skimpy clothing that advertised they weren't easy, but they could be had. Or when kids started doing things at younger ages... Yes, it was a sign of the times alright. But what 'times'? Noon to midnight? 8am to 4:30pm? No, these signs were far to old. Older than any of us.

    
     In 2007, a very highly controversial film called... you guessed it, "Zeitgeist: The Movie" was created. This documentary, like any other documentary, seemed collectively presented. The music was lacking, the narrator sounded like he was anally retentive, but the points made in the film were astounding.

I usually don't blog about Religion, or Politics. However, this is definitely going to get some of you riled up.
    
     First let me say, out of defense for my own beliefs, I believe in a higher power. I do not go to church, but I was raised southern baptist, converted to pentecostal some 9 years ago and after a severe issue with whether or not Jesus loves me less because I cut my hair, I do not feel welcomed in any sanctuary. But I still believe.

     With that being said, let's get to the meat and potatoes of this blog post.

Zietgeist: The Movie (which can be seen online in parts and the links will be posted at the end of this blog) is about the history or Christianity and how it seems to mimic all lines of believers throughout history. I don't mean the Good Book. I mean all the way back to hieroglyphics, proven carbon-14 dating, the whole works. The issue is how our Christianity took shape.

     What is in Christianity? Well, Christ, Latin Christus, Greek Khristos, which means "the anointed"... History shows us that prior to our beliefs, those same beliefs were carried on for thousands of years before us... And their center was Astrology.

     The film points out three main things in the first 35 minutes.

1. the date December 25
2. the virgin birth
3. the 3 kings

UPDATE

Hello Fellow Bloggers, Readers, and Passers-by,

I've created a new blog site for all things pertaining to the Judicial System, case law, criminal law, criminal procedure, criminal investigations and the like...

Feel free to stop by, click follow and be thoroughly amazed! Bwuahahaha

http://www.justiceshallprevail.blogspot.com/

Much love,
~L

Ringling Brothers and... Jose Baez?!?

****Explicit Content... One F-Bomb***

Alas, you knew I would venture to another rant, but this one is more humor and parody than the more emotional, tear jerkers I've blogged about lately. No, I felt the drama and presence of pain all around me and, me being the overly positive person I am, decided the only way to keep from crying is to laugh... until you cry! With that being said, Welcome to the most random, most hilarious, most truthful blog you will find about Jose Baez, circus to the stars!

Meet Jose Baez.

This man has been in so many news related articles, it was hard to pick which one to rant about... So I thought I would share with you some I found more entertaining.

(In my best Sophia Petrillo voice)... Picture it, Florida, 1997. A very proud, faithful, honest man (I could not type that without laughing) receives his diploma from St. Thomas University School of Law. As their mission statement reads, "St. Thomas University is an urban, student-centered, Catholic university with rich cultural and international diversity, dedicated to educating leaders who contribute to the economic and cultural vitality of the regions they serve." Continuing on their website, they state, "St. Thomas University School of Law takes special pride in the diversity of the student body. The School of Law has been recognized as having the most diverse student body among accredited law schools. The cultural diversity, commitment to professionalism and small class size make studying law at St. Thomas University School of Law a unique and enriching experience."  OK... Now, I'm all for diversity. We are a nation of colors, beliefs and practices... But I don't think natural born stupidity, lying, deceitful, pessimistic or chauvinistic falls into the broad category of diversity... In my honest opinion, and you know I have one, this man is the epitome of a true clown and puts the great clowns to shame! I would go out on a limb to say St. Thomas is definately diverse in character! Look at what came out there!

PREPARE TO BE AMAZED! It's the Baez Juggling Act! For eight solid years, it is unknown how many times Baez attempted to pass the Florida State Bar. In fact, a Sentinel article stated, "the board that screens prospective attorneys in Florida would not let him practice law. The Florida Supreme Court agreed with the decision, issuing an order in 2000 that cataloged unpaid bills, extravagant spending and other "financial irresponsibility" up to that time." The report continues, "His overall behavior, they wrote, showed "a total lack of respect for the rights of others and a total lack of respect for the legal system, which is absolutely inconsistent with the character and fitness qualities required of those seeking to be afforded the highest position of trust and confidence recognized by our system of law." Well, I suppose we can say there is something awful shady hiding behind that juggling act and the Florida Bar knows it... Read the above included link. It's lengthy but shows the relationship and the similar distiction between Jose Baez and a J.A.B. who was reportedly NOT Jose Baez according to a spokeswoman for Baez's office.

LOOK OUT! It's a car FULL 'o Clowns! On September 22, 2005, the state of Florida allowed Baez to practice law. Three years later, his wait paid off. Baez's information had been given to a woman by the name of Casey, who needed assistance in defending herself against the charges of First Degree Premeditated Murder, Second degree murder and a plethora of other charges...  She can be clown #2. She would baste Baez with lies, deceit, and a vindictive pallet that only Baez could hunger for. And feast, he did! Taking the State of Florida as well as citizens from the nation on a crazy road trip, Baez made a mockery of the court system, treated others rudely, but tattled to Judge Belvin Perry as a toddler would over stolen candy when he didn't agree with the law or procedures. But the car isn't full yet! Meet Clowns 3,4, and 5. Cindy, George and Lee. Yes, those of you in attendance during web jury duty became witnesses to the truest form of stupidity. And I can honestly say I feel more dumb now for allowing myself to become completely engrossed by this entire facade. It was never justice that Baez wanted... No, like his client, he wanted the spotlight. Where narcissism is, narcissism follows... Yeah, say that three times real fast! Baez had the spotlight and wanted nothing more than fame. Not justice, not... anything.

AND FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to be amazed... The fucker done it! This beligerant man... this minuscule fiber of flesh managed to persuade a jury of 12 grown people to find this woman not guilty. This feeble excuse for a human being was able to dislodge enough evidence to convince 12 people that a woman who failed to report her child missing for 31 days, lied repeatedly, showed no remorse for the death of her daughter, and then didn't even have the balls to stand up and testify on the stand was innocent... Can we say BRAVO!

No.

We can't. Because there is one little thing that doesn't make any sense. A child is dead. A little girl by the name of Caylee Marie Anthony, who would have turned 6 years old August 9th. Congratulations Baez! You've destroyed what little faith we had in the system and turned it into a sideshow full of your very own fecal matter. You've taken what little bit of faith and humanity the system had and shoved it out the backdoor like yesterday's trash. No, you didn't loose, but like you said, there were no real winners here. But you knew that all along. Win or lose, Casey Anthony will walk free in a matter of days. The justice Caylee deserved will never truly exist because you have demoralized law.

AND FOR THE FINAL ACT! A Talent Agency called Paradigm offered Baez a million dollar position including broadcasting, books, TV and motion picture rights. They stated in a memo, Jim Griffin was the signing agent and they would under no circumstances sign Casey Anthony. Way to go Baez... You truly are a hero! Ah, but don't let that go to your oversized head! Five and half hours later, the offer was withdrawn. When asked for comment, a Paradigm insider stated, “In the end it’s just not who we are.” Ouch... Sucks to be Baez right then, eh?!  They just don't know how talented he is?!

Thank you ladies and gentlemen for your support of the show. We all know forgiveness isn't for them. It's for us. Without forgiveness, we can't move forward. Without forgiveness, we can't see the forest for all the trees. And in the words of Ghandi, "The weak can never forgive.  Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong."

Stand strong, those seekers of truth and justice. Forgive, and we too, shall be forgiven...  But should you question intelligence in the long arm of the law, I offer my own little tidbit of advice, "we haven't found intelligent life on other planets because we don't really know what we are looking for."


Until tomorrow,
LaVonda


Should you want to dive into another parody, check out this site. Good stuff!

I'll Never Know

Dear Mommy,
     You've lived a short life, but longer than my own, so I'm hoping you can tell me what it's like -- I'll never know.

     What does it feel like to run in the rain? What does it feel like splash a puddle or play a game? Tell me mommy, what does it feel like to blow bubbles in the sun? What does it feel like to sing in bathtub, you know I loved to sing... ♪♫ You are my sunshine... my only sunshine ♪♫  Tell me mommy, what does it feel like to hear the waves crash on the beach? To run in the sand? To feel the mud between my toes? Can you tell me mommy?
    
     Mommy, I loved you very much, I never stopped loving you. Can you tell me why you stopped loving me? Why did my life have to end so you could be free? Your Bella Vita is what you have now and I won't stand in your way. But can you tell me mommy, why'd my life end this way?
    
     Can you tell me what it's like to get butterflies in my tummy? To ride on a carousel? Tell me what it feels like to laugh til my side hurts. To learn how to read. Can you tell me what's it's like to fall in love? To have my heart swept away? I hope you can answer these questions mommy, because I will never know.

     Love Always,
     Caylee

The Double Edged Sword

Good Evening fellow bloggers, readers and passers-by,

Through nearly 24 hours of extensive ranting, cursing and swearing on all things holy, I have come to but one conclusion: The Double Edged Sword saves no one, lest we forget about the ones the sword killed, saving them from what could be a miserable life at the hands of their caregivers. This sword had it's hand in the fates of many, but the one most closest to our heart: Caylee Marie Anthony. From this moment on I will not refer to her biological maternal carrier by name but rather the 'devious one'. Not because of the hatred that one can carry for her, but for the simple fact that its the nicest name I could think of and it suits her in my honest opinion.

Just to recap, the devious one, charged with 7 counts, Murder in the 1st degree, Second Degree Murder, Aggravated Child Abuse and 4 counts of lying to law enforcement officials. The jury deliberated a little less than 11 hours and came back with a verdict of not guilty. The devious one was found guilty of 4 counts of lying to Law Enforcement Officials. Court had been in session for 35 days. Can we say Jury Nullification?!?

Today, Judge Belvin Perry sentenced her to the maximum, 1 year for each guilty charge to run consecutively. However, with her time already served, and we all know she was a little angel, she will be released Wednesday, July 13, (updated) Sunday, July 17, 2011.  But she will not just walk out the front doors like the other folks. No, she has acquired so much fame already, she will have a secret exit. It is unknown if she will remain in protective custody while she waits out her last hours in jail. Nevertheless, this moment of fame will be short lived. Amidst all the lies and webs of deceit she has spun, many have been victimized by her. The real Zanaida Gonzalez is suing the devious one for defamation of character. I've also been informed that a search and rescue company went bankrupt trying to assist in locating little Caylee -- when the devious one KNEW she was already dead. Furthermore, the state of Florida is seeking reimbursement for the costs of the court case due to her lying which delayed the case and for scientific analysis because of the delay in finding the body.

But in turn, the devious one may not suffer those law suits. Less than 24 hours after being found not guilty, the devious one has received book offers, with one company offering one million dollars for her memoirs. There has also been talk of a movie deal. But the sickest, most disgusting offer: A role in a porn movie. Yeah, that went over real well with the porn fans... Boycotting, picketing, and face book blew up. Needless to say, that offer was rescinded! I guess even the porn kings know when enough is enough!

But more over, I will not waste your time (or mine) going over this same depressing news. Because this entire thing was suppose to be about Justice for Caylee, so we are going to commend those who remember why we are here.

On Wednesday, July 6th, less than 24 hours after the verdict had been read, Face book, Twitter, and Google had lag time because of all the comments, tweets and searches. What were they searching you ask? I'll tell you.



Outside the Orange County Courthouse after the verdict.

 Face book blew up! Twitter exploded after the verdict came out. Google was hit hard with searches for the verdict. In addition, hundreds of vigils were held on face book, from turning on your porch light to writing Florida law makers. But those face book pleas did not go unnoticed. A petition was started on several online sites which received record numbers. And by 8pm that night, a Florida lawmaker had a proposal for a new law, adequately called 'Caylee's Law' which would in short make it a felony for a parent or caregiver not to report their child missing in adequate time. In addition, should that child's fate result in death due to not being reported, they can be charged with first degree murder. It's too little too late for Caylee, but perhaps this will save another child's life. I suppose sometimes, you have to give a little to save a lot. Tragically, Caylee's life was taken and we can hope and pray that her justice is found.

We are supporters of Caylee, supporters for the truth, and apparently are not the only ones upset with the verdict. According to HLN reports, Juror #3 stated, "I did not say she was innocent," continuing, "we are sick to our stomachs".  Judge Perry stated he did not want to release the names at of the jurors, but should they want to come forward, he will not hold them in contempt. He stated, "their names being held silent is a right of their privacy." 

Juror #6 was reported to have been declining any interviews unless a five-figure monetary offer was made. In addition, he stated he did not know anything about the case, but it was reported that his wife watched it from day 1, when Casey was first charged. I believe in my heart of hearts there was a breach in the jury that caused this case to go south.

Dr. Drew interviewed Jeff Ashton, Prosecutor in the case on Wednesday night. Ashton did not, in any way act inferior to the case. He commended the jury for doing what they thought were best and did not have any ill feelings towards Baez and his cronies... I mean, legal team of lawyers! :)  HOWEVER, Cheney Mason was not so mature about the matter. In his statement to the press he said, "Well I hope that this is a lesson to those of you who have indulged in media assassination for three years, biased and prejudice, and incompetent talking heads saying what would be and how to be. I'm disgusted by some of the lawyers that have done this and I can tell you that my colleagues from coast to coast and boarder to boarder have condemned this whole process of talking about Casey as if they don't know a damn thing about her... ...Now you know..." Honestly, I couldn't make out the entire conversation of him and the microphone and I'm not sure the reporters could either, but you get the general idea of what Mumbles is doing. He is turning this around into a negative just to gain his client a little popularity on the "poor poor pitiful Casey train"... I do NOT want a ticket and I am not buying it!


Cheney Mason, Defense Lawyer for
Casey Anthony


Seen celebrating in a bar down the street from the court house just hours after the verdict was in, this photo was captured. It's speculation on why he done this, but with his press statement after the verdict was out, he was none too pleased with the reporters and lawyers who provided commentary though out the trial. Shame on you Cheney! But this will not go unnoticed with the Florida Bar.

But Mother Nature isn't happy with the jury's decision either. During a storm just hours after the sentencing, lightening struck a tree yards from where Caylee's remains were found. Interviews with people near the area were warmhearted with the natural event saying justice may not be today, but it will be. Others believing a higher power would take care of this matter. To see the report, click here.

William Morris Agency has been verified as the publishing company for Casey's memoirs. You can hear a distant relative comment on her thoughts, Casey's book deal and her possible future in Texas here.



Caylee Marie Anthony
June 16, 2005 - December 11, 2008

 So as I close this extremely lengthy blog post, I share with you the greatest concern for children all over the world, near and far, in hopes that their voice can be heard. One voice will not do it, two will not do it. But with many voices, we can reach the heavens. We can't back down. We shall stand strong, firm in our beliefs that children have the right to live their lives in a loving and caring environment. Where they are put first and the wants of their parents are not. Where lies are not tolerated by the 'grown ups'. Where children are allowed to flourish, succeed and love as they are loved. Stand strong, supporters of Caylee. Let your voice ring loud!

Until Tomorrow,
LaVonda

Freedom Means Choosing Your Burden

     Mark Twain once said, any emotion, if it's involuntary, is sincere. How true those words are. And I experienced a whirlwind of emotion today. Though today, like any Sunday in our house, was laid back -- no big plans for the day. Just enjoying each other and getting our daily jones of the television. Of course, my brand of heroin is the Casey Anthony trial. Not because I enjoy seeing someones life hang in perile, but because this case is so fascinating. And though I've only followed it for several weeks, I feel as though I have been there from day one. Some of you know I have a strong opinion: but what is law but nothing unless close behind it stands a warm living public opinion.

     My opinion, like many others is of nothing but a craving for the truth, because like I posted previously, we love to have our ears tickled. But also, we want justice for Caylee. And in the midst of the closing arguments today, we lowly web jurors met a small onslaught of Casey supporters. Now don't get me wrong, I know there are many who believe she is innocent and that her estranged, eccentric parents, particularly the father, were to blame for the entire tragedy. They are entitled to their opinion. But in the midst of expressing their opinion, became hostile, aggitated, and vehemently prejudiced in the case. We are only watchers in the midst, wondering about the case like lost dogs in a snow expedition. And one could ascertain the amount of anger boiling in our chatroom today.

     Many were able to keep their emotions in check. I, on the other hand, did not. I became furious several times during the defenses closing argument. Though I wanted to punch Baez in the face, I did not... simply because I love my computer monitor and did not want to destroy it in the process. No. I lost my cool. Blew up in the chat room and paraded my "textual" hands about, flailing them like a banshee. I did not curse anyone, though expletives were used in the most broad manner. And I achieved nothing. I made myself look like a fool in front of my web juror associates. I trampled on other's feelings without any provocation, other than wanting the truth.

     And like me, there were others who became upset. Posting unbelievably long comments that had nothing to do with the matter at hand, though I'm sure the poster thought they were relavent posts. Seeing others defend their stance in an assertive, assured way. I stepped away from the computer for a breather (though I did NOT give in to my prior addiction... I avoided the cigarette... 22 days free)! I just had to breathe!

     So you're wondering, what in the world does this have to do with todays proceedings... Well, I can tell in two ways... Number 1, I can't tell you a single thing the defense nor the state said in their closing arguments today. Number 2, Baez and Ashton had some pretty strong emotions going on like the rest of us. After lunch, Baez was continuing with his closing argument. And prior to the jury returning, he requested that Mr. Ashton not make any facial expressions because the jury can see him. The judge complied by instructing the state. So Baez is rambling on about this and that and not really make a point to speak of, and in his argument about lies from the state and witnesses about the gas can stated, "whether its this laughing guy right here" (referring to Ashton). Ashton immediately stands in objection. Judge Belvin Perry immediately sustains and orders both men to approach. Judge Perry dismisses the jury for a 15 minute recess and councils the attorneys. Judge Perry then leaves the courtroom to watch the tape showing the outburst.  At this point, my Twitter Account is blowing up, but I adhere to the chat room, pasting my twitter feed as fast as I can to keep the web jurors up to date...

     When Judge Perry returns, he offers to allow both attorneys to see the video, gives instruction to both of them, and advising there will be no more sidebars, enough is enough and further went on to state that he thought they were professional and would adhere to the law, but apprently he was mistaken. He advised that should another outburst like that occur or any courtroom rules be broken, he would exclude the offender from the remainder of the proceedings. Baez continues with his closing argument upon the return of the jury. When he is finished, a five minute recess is given and upon return, J. Cheney Mason begins with his closing argument.  It is easy to see where one can get lost in all the procedures and mumbo-jumbo that a court case may and most often does carry.  Emotions can build up just as they have done in the courtroom and just as they have done in the chatroom. We can only hope the smoke and mirrors and unwarranted dialogue will not blind the jury to finding the truth.

      Jury charges concluded the days events. State Rebuttal Closings are scheduled for tomorrow (Monday, July 4th).

     Until tomorrow, Happy 4th of July!
      LaVonda
   

Truth is a Great Flirt!

     We've all had our ears tickled... You know, that phrase about your dress that leans more on the side of seduction or the suit you wear is so alluring, one can't help but wonder what you'd look like in the tie alone? So why is it unfathomable for us to not want our ears tickled more often? And more so, how could something so minuscule as the truth bring us that satisfaction? Perhaps it's not that we can't tell the truth from a lie, but rather, we've been lied to so often, we become cynical, ever clinging to the fact that truth is stranger than fiction?

     Day 33 wraps up on Orange Avenue as Judge Perry's patience was put to the test. To listen to a defense attorney who is still wet behind the ears in the birth of law school and a prosecutor who very well could be the devils advocate, one must decipher the who-do's and what-nots of the courtroom. Unlike 85 years ago, there are more laws and junctions that one must understand to fully grasp the conversation. I must say, watching this case has been a true eye opener for me in the realm of justice and I feed myself daily with these little doses of reality. For we do not live in a society similar to Lois Lowry's The Giver, nor do we follow through with Leonardo DiCaprio in his Inception. No, we are faced with murder, cold and hard, and  never easing.

     I read a quote one time that stated, "I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy." I'm not certain this same statement would be shared by the multitudes, should the jury come back with a guilty verdict on all counts standing against Casey Anthony. I, myself cannot even promise I won't smile on the inside just a little. But to continue the hatred that is felt for this woman, whether she is guilty or innocent is beyond any ones control except the person holding that contempt. I challenge each reader, not just those who want quick links, or google search some info and get led here, but everyone who is watching the case, following the tweets, and witnessing this case unfold, take out the color, the emotion, all that causes your bias and truly judge the evidence. Granted, we are without a lot, and it's hard not to see red when you think about what happened to that little baby, but I urge you, do your best. Our voices are not heard in this. A small group of people, who have taken time away from their jobs, families and hobbies to listen to both sides without impartiality and without contempt are the voices that will be heard. We can only pray, for sanity's sake, that this will not end in a hung jury or a mistrial. So, now that I've given you my outlook, lets get to the facts at hand!

     Day 33 passes without a tremendous hitch. State rebuttals were to begin this morning however court was in an undetermined recess due to depositions from witnesses from Gentiva. Court resumed approximately 1:30pm EST. Gentiva Health is Cindy Anthony's former employer and was called in to impeach her prior testimony about being the one who done the searches for chloroform. Yes... Now you remember. She stated in court, under oath, before God Almighty, that she was the one who performed those computer searches because she remembered her dogs beings sick -- thought they may have been eating bamboo -- looked up chlorophyll and a pop up for chloroform appeared. Well, if your reading this, I'm sure you know that most people have their browser set to block pop ups. If you don't you probably have a virus or a long history of Viagra ads! Alas, I digress.

     Chief Compliance Officer John Camperlengo, a Gentiva Attorney stated on record today that documentation proves Cindy Anthony was at work from 8am to 5pm, logged in and entering information on March 17, 2008 specifically from 1:30pm to 3:00pm. Now, to jog your memory, Cindy stated, verbatum, "If those computer searches were made during that time (previously referenced) then I made them and would not have been at work." Hmmmm? Take a moment. Reread that, let it sink in. ... ... ... ... ... ... Now, see the dilemma? How could she have been at work, clocked in, and active in the system entering information and be at home at the same time searching chloroform? Well, that's easy! She was working from home... Ah ah ah... Hold your horses. Deborah Polisano, Cindy Anthony's supervisor at Gentiva stated she could not work from home because she was not allowed access to the program from home. So?!? If she didn't make the searches, who did?

     After their testimony, Dr. Goldberger, a toxicologist from the University of Florida was questioned, as was Dr. Warren. Dr. Warren was questioned by the defense regarding Dr. Spitzer not opening the skull of the remains during the autopsy. Dr. Warren stated that it was unnecessary because decomposition had been so high, nothing would have been obtained.

     Stenger was then called back to the stand for information regarding specific keyword searches on the Anthony's home computer. He stated he had found a specific hard hit for the search terms "neck+breaking". He went on to state this was not a pop up but rather, someone had to manually enter in the search terms.  Continuing with computer questioning, Sandra Osborn was questioned about any specific hits for "dogs". She stated one hit was found -- "fleas".  When asked if there were any specific searches for bamboo, Osborn stated there were searches for bamboo figurines, flooring and tiki items. When asked if there was a reference to chlorophyll, she complied, stating there was one hit in the search which was found in the Microsoft dictionary, a component of Microsoft which is installed on the computer.

      Investigator Melich was then called in and questioned about cell phone records, specifically any calls made from Cindy Anthony's cell phone and George Anthony's cell phone. No relevant information was obtained to my knowledge.

     Jury was dismissed and council along with Judge Perry remained in the courtroom. Defense Attorney Cheney Mason made a motion for mistrial which was denied. He then became adament in the matter of counts 1,2 and 3, stating the prosecution had not proven beyond a reasonable doubt that Casey Anthony murdered her daughter and requested an acquittal on those charges. This motion as well, was denied.

     Closing arguments are scheduled to begin at 8am on Sunday.  When judge gave recess to the court, the camera panned to the defendant. She remained quite, head held down and looked very ill. I imagine the stress of this case has had a big impact on her emotionally, physically and mentally. However, sometimes life's hardest lessons are learned when we are the teacher and the student. No one was there to feel sorry for her daughter.

     Until tomorrow,
     LaVonda