Hausfrau Speaks-Thank You

Thank you, Twister, Truly and Sherry! The doc told me I would see the greatest improvement this first week! I’m already seeing fewer spelling errors in my posts! YEA!!!

Each passing hour gives me a few more percentage points of vision…and each hour, I am overwhelmed with what I am able to see! As my DH says “It’s impossible for me to understand, because my vision is corrected to 20/20, I’ve never had cataracts, I’ve always had vision in both eyes!” Well, you all know my PollyAnna outlook…in a way, I’m grateful for the years that I had little vision in one eye, and no vision in the other…because, with “my eyes opened” now, I have a greater appreciation for my improved eyesight, and I have more compassion for those who are now enduring the problems like I used to have…and especially those whose vision is even less than I had! 

Sometimes it’s difficult to know exactly “why” we have been given a particular challenge to overcome…perhaps it’s only humans that have a need to understand “cause and effect” (you never hear of a beaver asking why it was HIS foot in the trap, now do you?). So, its human to have questions…and to have ANSWERS to those questions…it’s also very “human” to blame/credit our Supreme being!….I’m guessing that even the cavemen were crediting (or blaming) the Supreme Being for the challenges and often the answers, too! 

Now, don’t misunderstand…I love God…and I do my best to live the life that would make my Gramma proud of me (and God too!) One of the BIG lessons I learned as a 3rd Grader was that no matter HOW MUCH you PRAY…if you don’t study, you will still flunk the test! So, I’m not going to “blame God” for my eye issues, I’m blaming genetics (science). And I’m not planning to give ALL the credit to God for the “repair”, either! But I WILL credit the Good Lord giving my Surgeon his steady hand, and giving him a “natural talent”! And He gets credit for inspiring a researcher to think out the answer to Endothelial Dystrophy…

I KNOW *I* would NEVER, in a million years have thought up THIS thought…”I have an idea! Let’s take a razor to Ugg’s eyes (he’s dead and won’t feel it anyway) and slice off this here part, and then, we will slice off this HERE part of Uggina’s eyes and replace it with the part from Ugg! And THEN, everything will be good as new for Uggina!” Nope, I would have never have been able to think that part up…I AM grateful to be living in the 21st century, when such scientific wonders are successful…AND well within the financial affordability of most Americans.

My great grandmother had the same disease I have. Corneal transplants were being done early in the 20th Century, but Medicare was not put into law until 1965, and I cannot find what Medicare covered in 1970. But, as she was close to 85 when Medicare began, there is no way to discover if Medicare would have covered the procedure, and impossible to know if she would have been a good candidate for the transplant. If *I* had been born at ANY other time in human history, I would have just had no answer to my challenge at all. My Tribe would have left me somewhere with a “skin” of water, if I was lucky…and perhaps some dried deer or antelope meat. And they would say goodbye and left me to die…because I could not be a productive member of the tribe.

Actually, they would have probably done so long before my eyes became an issue…my degenerative spine would have kept me from trekking across desert or woodlands…

No doubt, our lives are more complicated than the lives our ancestors had. But, in many ways, they are much easier. One thing I’m positive of is “These are the good old days!”

Thanks to each of you for your words of support, encouragement and caring. My life is fuller because of you.

Hausfrau Speaks-1000 Things/Part 2-Daytona Bike Week

Dear Jodi: for your further edification, today's article is a pictorial!

Daytona Beach Bike Week, also called Daytona Bike Week, is a motorcycle event and rally held annually in Daytona Beach, Florida. Approximately 500,000 people make their way to the rally area for the 10-day event. The festivities include motorcycle racing, beauty contests, concerts, tons of parties, and street festivals. The event is usually held on the first full week of March and contends with the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally as the most popular motorcycle rally in the United States.  (Oh, and should I mention, ALCOHOL? And hot guys and hotter motor cycles?)

Boy, this is one event that you would have loved to attend!  No singing...but being the exhibitionist you are...I just KNOW you would have LOVED sharing your $300 boob job to everyone!  Bike week is like a nationwide slut convention! (But that's ok, you only "dabbled" in Mormonism, and I think that little "murder" thing probably sent you to Hell anyway, so, no big "whoop" if you know what I mean!)

You know, I MUST ask...are you REALLY sure that you did the right thing now?  If you had just turned and walked away....

Well, enjoy the photos!  I'll be back next time with something I'm SURE you will enjoy!

 

Hausfrau Speaks-Part 1, 1000 To See

Dear Inmate 458434:

This is just one of the 1000 Places To See Before You Die--that you won't...sorry....

From page 327-328 :
In 1565, Spanish conquistadors arrived in "La Florida" and established a settlement known as St. Augustine. The Spanish remained in control of the area until 1763, then regained it after the American Revolution, and finally sold it to the United States permanently in 1821.

The historic part of the city contains approximately 60 buildings dating as far back as the 16th century. Many of these buildings are made of coquina, a type of masonry made of sand, shells, and water. It made a very strong and durable construction material, enough so that the Spanish fort Castillo de San Marcos withstood many attacks without sustaining any damage.

I think it is very sad that you will never get to see this beautiful lighthouse and the beautiful little town of St. Augustine!  Life could have been so much easier for you.  All you had to do was turn, and walk away when he said he would never marry you!  I cannot help but ask,,,was it worth it?  Was it worth the rest of your life to insure he would never love anyone else?  No, he will never love another woman.  But he never felt hated,  like you do.

He will never be forced to sleep on a two inch vinyl covered mattress with his head mere inches from the toilet. His fear of dying lasted only a few horrific, mind numbing minutes.  You will fear for your life every minute of every day for the rest of your miserable life!  Oh, you are all smiles over a Hershey bar now, enjoying your video chats with the minions...but this is your last "huzzah!", my little prison pen-pal!  You will be in with the big 

girls in about 30 days, and maybe in your first REAL prison strip search, you will discover that you are nothing more than a murderer.

So, enjoy the picture!  I shall ask my friends if they live near one of your "beloved" 1000 places to see...and we will make a little notebook called Inmate 458434's 10,000 Places She'll Never See!  You will discover that at Perryville, no one will care about your name, you will be nothing but a number.  Every prisoner there knows the enormous sums of money your "fancy" (read:slimy) lawyers soaked the system for.  These are the same women who didn't have enough money or press attention to get the treatment you got.  Most of them pleaded out, took the best deal they could get.  Some are guiltier than sin; like Angela Simpson...some, I would bet are as innocent as newly fallen snow, and perhaps one day, if they manage to survive, will be exonerated.  You will need good luck.  I hope you have someone praying for you!

Hausfrau Speaks-I Love Arpiao!

Way to go Sheriff Joe! 


Maricopa County, AZ) Maricopa County Sheriff Joe Arpaio, citing various violations of jail video visitation policies, today is banning ten (10) of inmate Jodi Arias’ most regular visitors.

The ten are not only regular visitors to the high profile inmate but are also responsible for assisting Arias in her prolific use of social media.

Arpaio says the ten visitors who no longer can visit with Arias are being banned for violations such as using cell phones for photographic purposes and/or using other people’s names/accounts in order to gain access to Arias. One of those being banned is a video visitor from Greece. He is using a false ID to gain access to her.

One person on the banned list, for example, is a convicted felon who circumvented the video visitation system by using another person’s name.

Arpaio says he may expand the ban to of all non-legal video visits to Arias because of some information that has come to light from his jail Intel/monitoring team. The team reported to Arpaio that recently parents of two 15 year old girls from Ohio caught the girls video visiting Arias for no reason other than their fixation with the 
high profile inmate. The parents prohibited the girls from continuing contact with her. 
Now Arias has been seen by Jail Intel officials instructing the 15 year olds as to how to get false IDs in order to continue the visits. 

"In her thirst for adoration and attention, Arias is willing to corrupt these young girls, 
all to satisfy her own narcissism. That needs to stop,” Arpaio says. 

It's too bad I don't live in Arizona...I would vote for Joe Arpiao for Sheriff....and anyone BUT Stevens for Judge!

I've always loved a man with a set of huge Huevos, Joe!  Congratulations, you've made many of us happy!  That INMATE is a MURDERER...NOT A HOLLYWOOD STARLET.  (She wasn't even a very good waitress!)

As always, comments appreciated and answered!

Hausfrau Speaks-Visit to Death Row (Part 2)

Visit to Death Row, Part 2

After corresponding with Toney for almost a year, and reading his desire to have a visitor for so long, I filed the paperwork, passed the background check, and decided to go visit.

I looked Toney up on the Internet, just to see if there was a photo.  As I suspected, there was.  I already knew to expect a black man, so the photo was no big surprise.  He would be considered nice looking, medium tone skin, short black hair dark brown eyes.  He wasn't smiling, and the photo was just head and shoulders, so I had no idea how tall or large he was.  I had my first panic attack then.  Writing a letter is one thing, but going to visit a murderer?  Mama, what the hell are you thinking?

I wrote to Toney, and said I would come to visit on Saturday.  And, as the day got nearer, I began having panic attacks...then, I would talk myself down...after all, I was meeting him within a PRISON...NOT in a dark alley!  I said I would do this and I was adamant that I would keep my word!

You may remember that my dad was in the Navy.  Because of that, and the issue with my biological egg-donor, my sister and I moved frequently.  We also changed schools several times due to "bussing" laws.  The experience of constantly changing school districts, attending new schools, meeting new friends and adapting to new environments has actually served me well over my lifetime.  In reality, I am a very shy person, but I learned how to outwardly APPEAR calm, cool and collected, but my natural shyness is something I have always had to work at to overcome!  I learned pretty quickly that IF I ALLOWED my insecurities and fright to rule me, that I would NEVER have friends.   I just APPEAR to be much more confident than I really am!

So, when Saturday rolled around, I showered slowly (procrastinating), ate a little breakfast, kissed my dear husband and got into my car and started my adventure.

Te first 00-150 miles of the area along I-10 between Jacksonville and Tallahassee is just flat, barely inhabited farm land.  Raiford is located in Butler County and its economy is dependent on agriculture, timber and the prison complex.  The total population of Butler County (2000) was approximately 15,000 people; Raiford had approximately 190 residents living in fewer than 80 homes. The prison at Raiford is just 60 miles from my home, about 90 minutes.

Raiford is the home of Union Correctional Institution (UCI), and Florida State Prison (FSP).  The two separate institutions were originally one. UCI was the state's first prison, and was originally called Florida State Prison, the name going with the newer institution when the two were split. Both institutions house inmates in Death Row facilities. FSP conducts all executions, while most death row inmates are housed at UCI. UCI has the most diverse population of any correctional institution in the state, with close management inmates and psych inmates as well as open population inmates. Most of the latter are age fifty and over. FSP houses the violent and criminally insane, all in solitary confinement. The penitentiary compound encompasses over fifty acres and includes a farm where much food is grown that feeds inmates. The prison is the subject of the Lynyrd Skynyrd song "Four Wall of Raiford" This prison was shown in an episode of the 1960s TV program "The Fugitive".  With my luck, being what it was that day, I started at the WRONG prison, unaware that TWO prisons were on that road, so back into the car and down the road for another 3/10ths mile!  (FSP accommodates 1400 inmates, UCI accommodates 2172, and as if 2/25/15, 393 are on Death Row which includes 5 women) (In)Famous inmates (E) executed or (D) died prior to execution were: Ted Bundy (E), Eileen Wournos (E), John Couey (D) and Otis Toole (D) were all inmates at UCI/FSP complex.

The drive from the house up to I-10 was a little hectic; Jacksonville suffers the same infrastructure issues as most large cities, widening the freeway, adding egress ramps, and merging freeways even on a Saturday morning slows progress.  But once I was on I-10, the miles just zipped by.  I had way too long to think, though, and I had a good case of nerves by the time I got to the Raiford exit.  My GPS took me the LONG way, of course...out an old farm-to-market road, where the speed limit was 35-40, instead of 65.

Finally, I arrived at UCI, where Toney was housed. And then, went thru the lengthy protocol to actually get INTO the visiting room...we pick up there...

I opened the door when I heard the entry buzzer, and stepped into a room approximately 50 feet wide by 70 feet long.  To the immediate right were two COs, male and female.  I stepped over to the desk, and showed my credentials, and the officer told me that he would have the inmate brought out.  During that first visit, it was almost a shock to hear "inmate" so often.  You become accustomed in real life to "Mr, Jones" or "Toney", but it seemed that at every opportunity, the COs and staff make a point of using "inmate" as a proper pronoun!  There were several boxes of playing cards on the COs desk, and I asked if I could "borrow" them until my "inmate" arrived, and of course, I was granted that.  So, I took the cards in hand and glanced around the room.

Along the right wall was a "Concessions" window, next to that, a table with a microwave, some weird little sporks, and condiments, and on either side of the concessions window, a uni-sex water-closet! (Which I VOWED not to use!). On the far side of the room were two soda machines and a machine that dispensed bottled water.  On the left side of the room were big windows, but the "view" was only the backside of another building, but sunshine was nice!  The middle of the room was filled with stainless steel tables bolted to the floor, and 4 stainless steel stools about 12 inches in diameter.  Boy! Those things were COLD on my bootie! Each table was numbered, so I went to the table I had been assigned to, and tried to look around without looking like Mrs. Farmer Brown Just Come to Town!  There were probably 20 tables in the room, and only 5 were occupied.  One table was occupied by a Jewish couple.  There was one table with a black inmate and a younger white lady, and the rest were white couples and one couple with a young child.  Toney later told me that culturally, white families tend to come and visit, black families generally do not.

As I sat at my table, trying not to watch others in the room...occasionally a man dressed in his prison uniform would step thru a door I hadn't noticed, next to the men's room.  I would look up, expectantly, and check if the person coming into the room was Toney.  Even tho I had tried to memorize the face in the picture on the web page, I hadn't done a very good job.  Everyone and no one looked like him!  Some were obvious, white inmates, Jewish inmates, corrections officers...I was starting to feel like I was sitting at the bar of Denim & Diamonds circa 1985, hoping some cowboy would ask me to do a little "boot-scooting"...

FINALLY...he came thru the door...(and I was already ready to go home)...I stood up and gave him a quick, light hug...then we both sat down.  He told me that he didn't remember the last time he had been hugged.  I kinda felt sorry for him actually...

It was probably 12:30 or 12:45 by the time he entered the room.  I asked if he had lunch yet, and he said he had, but he was still hungry.  So, I bought us some sodas out of the machine as he stood in the canteen line.  When I joined him in line I noticed that the two best sellers at the window were "honey buns" and "hot dogs"...either way, they were nuked in the microwave...it was one of those box contraptions that has a dial timer on it, not digital, so you aren't sure if the 2 minutes was really 2 minutes or 10!  Everything came out of the micro the same: over-cooked!  Hot dogs were either exploded or more wrinkled than Grampa's....never mind...pretty cooked, anyway!  The "honey buns" seemed to be swimming in yellow stuff, which I assumed to be margarine.  Toney chose a honey bun and peanut butter cookies, I selected a container of carrots and celery.  (No wonder all these guys have diabetes and colon issues!  None if them EAT right!)

My ability to talk to almost anyone came in handy that day.  (only my dear MIL, may she RIP, has hated my guts before even learning my name, but as gramma told grampa when his jack-ass kicked him "consider the source!")  We talked about the Arias trial for a good while.  I found it interesting that men on death row thought JODI should get the Death Penalty!!  The opportunities for recreation on DR are limited, to say the least.  Toney must attend 8-10 "counts" every day, but other than that, and his 3 per week shower and 3 per week "rec"-- from 4:30 am to 9:30 pm, his time is unstructured.  He works on his appeal, writes letters, (he has several pen pals, but I'm his "favorite"! (Want to buy land in Florida?))  read books (1 per week), clean his cell, exercise and "chat" with the fellows in the next cell or with the "good" COs and watch TV!  The channels they receive are limited.  But do you remember when Court TV went off the air, the slack was picked up by HLN?  They didn't get Court TV, but DID get HLN!  So most of them, like us, the trial was the topic for every one!

We talked about his family, we talked about Jacksonville, we talked about 10 or 15 different topics. Mostly, he wanted to know about the world outside. He was amazed that 60" TVs exist, he's never been on "the Internet", never wasted the afternoon with a PlayStation or Wii....it was almost like revealing the world to a newly discovered tribe that had no idea that the rest of the world existed!

At 2:30, I told him that I wanted to beat the rush out...so I gathered my trash, gave him a brief hug and we said goodbye.

Leaving the visiting room was very similar, going thru the maze of fences, checking out, an inventory of my glasses, keys, and jewelry.  Waiting in front of gates, listening for buzzers, etc.

I had no thoughts about whether I was affected or not...until I stepped through that last gate and into "freedom"...it was the very same outside air on THIS side of the fence as the outside air on THAT side of the fence...so why did it smell "cleaner"?  As I walked to my car, I noticed that there were not as many cars parked in the lot as when I arrived, yet I hadn't noticed anyone leaving the visiting room. The "beep-beep" of the car's security system was reassuring in an odd way...I got into the car and started the engine, put the A/C on high and backed out of the space and headed for the entrance.  I didn't understand why *I* was feeling anxious! As my dad used to say "I'm free and 21!"!

A sense of relief came over me as I pulled out on the highway, and began my drive home. Thousands of thoughts swirled through my head.  I had a 100 questions I wanted to ask Toney, but, I wasn't sure I wanted the answers, and in a way, the questions seemed almost "rude".  I am the one and only person in the world that doesn't call him 300807, I'm the only person who sees him not as an inmate, but a man.  That is almost a "gift" isn't it?  Why ruin it?

I also had a lot of thoughts about Arias.  I wondered how many of her "supporters" would still be interested in her if they knew nothing of her crime?  Many are just "contrarians", what ever everyone else believes, they will take the opposite side.

Unlike Toney, who isn't "notorious", Arias has no anonymity.  Wherever she goes, she's known to be the murderer of Travis Alexander.  She's 90% murderer and 10% everything else, Toney, on the other hand, yes, is incarcerated...but people don't know his crime first.  I was able to see the other parts that make up the man. 

Let's say you had to opportunity to sit and talk with Arias...what would you have to ask about, other than how she murdered Travis? Her tracings would take about a minute, and everything else would take about two minutes.  Overall, she's not very interesting, and the only thing she has ever been successful at accomplishing is...yes....killing Travis Alexander...

That little girl voice she uses would Make me want to knock her block off!!  I've noticed in her letters, everything is me, me, me, I, I. I...Toney's letters rarely talk about himself...I have to drag information out of him...and he has tons of questions!

All of these thoughts, and more swirled through my head all the way home....finally, as I drove up to our home, a peace came over me.  I parked the car in the garage, went inside...petted Boo, who is not used to Mama being gone THAT long...then went up to my dear husband's office.

I was overwhelmed with the love I have for him.  He has not once raised his voice, not even a sharp "NO!" To Boo when he is being naughty.  I've never seen him angry.  Yes, he's kinda a "crusty old fart" on the outside, but he's a big old marshmallow on the inside.  Always "there" when I need a hug, always there for anything I need.  Always level-headed, thoughtful and compassionate.  Always supportive in whatever project I'm working on. 

It was easy to forget Union Correctional Institution, Toney and yes, even the Arias trial when my dear husband stood up and walked over to me...and just hugged me and held me close.  No words were necessary.  He would ask questions later...right then, he knew I just need him to hold me, and reassure me that all was well in my world.


FLORIDA STATISTICS
Statistics:  longest on Death Row: Freddie Hall DOB:7/21/45. Received: 12/24/68
Oldest in DR: Nelson Serrano DOB:9/15/38 Received: 6/26/2007
Approximately 177 inmates have been on death row prior to 1996

Women on death row in Florida:
Tiffany Cole. DOB:12/3/81 R:3/7/08        Double murder/buried couple alive
Amelia Carr. DOB: 8/4/84. R:2/23/11.      Murdered BFs x-wife/duct taped to chair,suffocated
Margaret Allen. DOB: 1/26/66.R5/19/11  Tortured housekeeper for hours before murdering her
Ana M. Cardona D:11/26/61.R:7/12/11   Tortured/murdered 3-year old son-Baby Lollipop
Tina Brown B:7/19/70. R:10/3/12             Beat V w/stungun, tire iron & set on fire-2 weeks to die


NOTES:  Current status of State Executions:
Executions in Florida are currently STAYED to allow time for the U.S. Supreme Court to hear a case challenging Oklahoma's lethal injection protocols. (Florida uses the same lethal injection protocol as Oklahoma)

#On February 13, 2015, Pennsylvania Governor Tom Wolf issued a memorandum announcing a moratorium on all executiions in the state. The memo stated that no executions will take place at least until he has "received and reviewed the forthcoming report of the Pennsylvania Task Force and Advisory Commission on Capital Punishment."  

^On January 30, 2015, the Ohio State Department of Rehabilitation and Corrections announced that it would postpone all of the six executions scheduled in 2015 to that point. All of these executions would be scheduled in 2016 to allow time for the state to obtain new drugs for lethal injections. The new drugs that Ohio announced it would be trying to obtain were sodium thiopental and pentobarbital.

†UPDATE: The U.S. Supreme Court issued a stay on January 28, 2015. On January 26, 2015, the Oklahoma state Attorney General Scott Pruitt asked the United States Supreme Court to stay all executions scheduled to that point. The four inmates on Oklahoma's death row sued the state on the grounds that the lethal injection protocol violated the Eighth Amendment. On  January 23, 2015, the US Supreme Court agreed to hear the case brought forth by the inmates. Pruitt requested the stays to allow the Supreme Court to hear the case and reach a decision regarding the constitutionality of Oklahoma's lethal injection protocol. 

*On September 9, 2014, the Ohio State Department of Rehabilitation Corrections revised its execution schedule for all death sentences previously scheduled from March 2014 and beyond. This was done in order to comply with the August 6, 2014 Federal Court ruling that no executions could be carried out until at least January 2015. The court  imposed this moratorium in order to compel a review of Ohio's lethal injection protocol. 

Hausfrau Speaks-Letters from Arias' Mailbag

Arias:

I considered the NORMAL salutation "Dear Jxxx", but, to be honest, I don't know of any person who considers you "dear" right now, and the majority of us are so disgusted with your antics, we don't want to hear your name even one more time, and if we MUST refer to you, we use only your last name.  Perhaps SFY, Slut From Yreka, would work, but that doesn't describe all that you are and gives honest sluts a bad reputation.

Having a personality disorder, or bi-polar, or whatever your diagnosis of the day is, doesn't absolve you of responsibility for your actions.  It is no secret that you left high school over 18 years ago, yet you keep reflecting nothing but the juvenile high school acts of a 16 year old where ever you go.  Instead of "paying your dues" and staying in school another year, you dropped out during your junior year.  Granted, you got a GED--but only because there was nothing else better to do in JAIL!  

Instead of applying that Einsteiny IQ you supposedly have by going to college, you took the easy way; bussing tables and waitressing.  There is no excuse, the REASON you have is that you didn't want to--available are student loans, grants and scholarships, so money is never a viable excuse.  If there's a will, there's a way.

You've chosen the road you walk, no one caused your issues.

People see you for what you are, and as each day passes, they become even more convinced they are seeing your "true self".  In all honesty, I'm offended that you've labeled anyone who disagrees with you "a hater". The things that are said about you are in regard to the choices you've made for yourself.  We see only what you show us, and a good number of us know bullship when we see it or hear it, and the old saying goes "you cannot bullship a bullshipper!"  You also cannot convince someone who has experience true domestic violence that YOU'VE experienced it too, unless you really have!  But more on that in a moment.

According to the Urban Dictionary, a "hater" Is a person who feels anger and/or jealousy for someone who has succeeded in something they have worked hard for, or creates problems for a successful person.

Let's take that definition piece by piece.  "A hater is a person who feel anger..."

Yes, most of us ARE angry, but we are angry that you murdered a man who was more than you will ever be! Travis strove to “serve more, love more, give more, and be more.”  You have never tried to do those things, you've never succeeded in those things.

"...and/or jealousy (really?) for someone someone who has succeeded in something they have worked hard for"

Yea, about that....Sure, we've have always dreamed of being a waitress...and we regret spending that last year getting our high school diploma!  Just how long do you have to train to be a waitress?  I would hate to discover that I wasted all those years getting my college degree and my certifications when I could have been a successful waitress!

"Or creates problems for a successful person."

No one is "causing" your problems! And the only person who might view you as
"successful" is your own narcissistic self!

Sadly, Arias, your problems are of your own making.  No one "caused" them for you.  The sooner you realize that you are responsible for your own actions, the happier you will be!  

No one is unjustly attacking you, no one is jealous of you, no one wants to BE you! You can't just put the "hater" label on everyone who doesn't fall for your juvenile headgames!

Your days among us are numbered Arias. Actually, your time is measured by those 12 men and women deciding your fate right this very moment.  You are sadly mistaken if you believe Nurmi will win you an exit from Perryville as you appeal; your minions are wrong.  Too many sane, logical individuals are beginning to believe that the only reason you aren't classed as a serial murderer is that your own narcissistic brain believed you were to "Einstieny" to be caught in your first murder! Everywhere, parents of sons are relieved that you are incarcerated. You are a dangerous woman.

There are some people who say you are "beautiful", mostly men with ulterior motivesfor using those words.  What few appealing physical features you possess are overwhelmed by the ugliness of your heart and the depravity of your thinking.  You aren't even a good sociopath!  The best of those can convincingly perform acts ofcontrition, and pretend to have remorse.  You cannot even do that.  You are pathetic.  

Most of us wish that we were able to understand what went so horribly wrong in your life that would cause you to do something so heinous? Those of us were were TRULY abused children, those of us who were abandoned in garbage cans, trailers or dumpsters...those of us who would urinate in fright when our parents screamed our name, those of us who had to hide the bruises, welts and scars that our parents inflicted...we are the ones who resent your "sad story" about being hit with a spoon!  How I wish my parents HAD USED A SPOON!

Your stories of "not wanting to hurt Travis" by scratching his eyes is as fake as your ninja story.  Those of us who have been choked KNOW that you think NOT about hurting the person attacking...ONLY of removing the hands from your throat! Lies, all lies.  Travis never slapped you! Thirty years ago, my husband slapped me, and I still remember how it felt, where it was and what happened afterward.  I don't need to stop and think, it's as clear today as it was the day it happened!  If Travis broke your finger, where is the x-Ray proving your finger was broke?  Not in evidence!  The break in my wrist that my ex-husband caused is STILL visible in X-Rays!  Where are the phone call to the police?  Nicole a Brown Simpson had photographs, police reports,etc.  Where are yours? You don't have them, because it never happened.

Maybe you really don't understand our anger and frustration.  I pray that at some point in your incarceration, you will come to realize just why we are so angry!  I pray that Travis gets Justice.  And I pray that you receive the verdict which you earned and so richly deserve!