Casey Anthony - Liar, Nutbar, Horrible Mother

I am going to obsess over the Casey Anthony stuff, I'm afraid.  I did the same thing with the Scott Peterson trial. I pour over evidence and listened to all the recorded phone calls.

I won't pretend to not see the similarities between these two:

Thanks to the internet, the hundreds of letters Casey Anthony wrote to a jailhouse friend she made are public.  I'm starting to read them, and only four pages in I am disgusted.  How can a mother in prison charged with MURDER take time to read idiotic letters about how Irish men treat ladies, hair dying, baby names and roadtrips?!?!

Holy Jesus I am disgusted.

Speaking of disgusted, that is the outcome of emotions regarding her acquittal.  To be honest, there just was not that 'Smoking Gun' of evidence to point to Casey Anthony.

Did she kill Caylee?  I don't know.  But I do believe she knows exactly what happened to her baby.  I believe her father, George Anthony, knows as well.

She is found guilty of lying to police.  The lying includes lying about receiving a call and speaking to her baby while she was missing and lying about where she worked and lying about the nanny, that never existed. Her defense team argued that the little girl accidentally drowned in the family swimming pool, and that Anthony panicked and concealed the death because of the traumatic effects of sexual abuse by her father.

So, with that said, if her OWN defense team says (basically) that she lied about Caylee's whereabouts and concealed the death....why is her ass walking FREE?!!?

Please, please someone tell me she will pay for at LEAST lying and concealing the death?

Back to the letters written in jail :  Casey is a nutbar.  Click HERE and HERE to read them.

Like a lot of you, as a mother I am beside myself.  No one can predict what our actions would be if our child (God Forbid) ever went missing.  But I can 100% say that I would not let a FUCKING MONTH go by for me to party, enter wet T-shirt contests and drink like a damn fish and not telling ONE FUCKING PERSON that my baby is missing.

You, Casey Anthony, are a fucking liar.

Rain!

In the past weeks....and weeks...we've been under drought conditions here in the south.  Over 100 days without rain.  We have been under burn bans and water restrictions and victim to several wild fires that have destroyed acres and acres of homes, wildlife and forest.

President Obama just declared parts of Texas disaster areas due to all the wild fires we've had.  Luckily we have not personally had to evacuate, although it came close a couple of weeks ago.  I sat in my back yard and watched the helicopters and crop planes dump water on the fires about 10 minutes north of us.

We had rain last week. A hard, heavy and fast rain.  It started out of the blue with crazy wind, then the rain came. The mister and I were on our way out for sushi date night.  We had to quickly re-route our trip as we came to several flooded in dead-ins. Then as fast as it came, it went.

Yesterday, I saw clouds again.

Then here came the rain...and there went the power.

And there went our cowering dog, under my feet for the whole evening.

Happy 4th of July!

I hope you all had a safe and happy Fourth!  Me? I painted.

Not on canvas, being all creative and stuff.  I should have.

I painted my girls' bathroom.  Just another Rent House Love attempt.

This stupid house is all brown.  Every single room. Painted the same exact color of brown.  I hate it.  No character. At all.

I thought I'd start small and do the girls' bathroom.  Since they decided on a Beatles 'Yellow Submarine' shower curtain, I decided to re-do the whole bathroom.

You can find the whole process at Rent House Love blog. But here's a before and after.  Mind you, the 'BEFORE' is actually the first 'AFTER'.  It makes sense....when we moved in the house, as I said all rooms were stupid and brown.  The bathroom had standard brown wood cabinets, horrid wallpaper on one wall, disgusting floor and torn up towel rack.

This 'BEFORE' is after I laid floor, painted the wallpaper wall and painted the wood cabinets white.  The shower curtain was my idea....an animal print...which my girls are so over.

The 'AFTER' is the bathroom thus far.  I plan to get for funk-a-delic 70's vintage doo-dads. (Yes, I know Yellow Submarine came out in 1968...but I choose to take it 70's...deal with it.)

In other news, besides eating brisket and tater salad, we did nothing resembling 4th of July celebrating.  Due to the burn ban, there were no fireworks.  And I loved it.  The FIRST 4th of July in history where my dog wasn't cowering in the bathroom and I wasn't cursing my dumbass neighbors.  Not one firecracker did we hear.  It was heaven.

I spent the day painting (three coats of paint), the mister spent the day eating sunflower seeds, sitting in his chair on the internet or watching a movie.

As I said before, the entire post on the bathroom can be found here : Rent House Love.