Waiting for Justice

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For almost two years, Yalanda Lind has been sitting in a jail cell in Waco Texas awaiting trial. She waits for the prosecutor to gather evidence against her in the case. The crime she’s accused of? Murdering her own mother.

 

In 2008, Jeremy Lee Lowrey stabbed Yalandas mother to death. This is not in dispute. He admitted to the murder after serving 1350 days awaiting trial. The next day, Yalanda was arrested after a sealed indictment was handed down. This was solely on the word of an admitted murderer who happened to be the woman’s ex boyfriend who had been stalking her and her coworkers since their breakup. 

This womans guilt is seriously in dispute yet the prosecutor has procrastinated for two years, letting her languish unreasonably in prison for something someone else did. This man has cost her not only her mother’s life but it has cost her a son and a husband who loves her dearly. I should know, I’m her mother in law. 

 

All we seek is justice. TIMELY justice. While the prosecutors and judges play their political games, a family has been torn apart.

 

All on the word of a murderer.

Not In My Backyard!

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Too many people are afraid of the mentally ill and create the stigma of all mentally ill people, especially teens, being violent. As a teenager, I suffered from depression and anxiety. At the age of 13, I tried to kill myself by taking an overdose. Three kids in my school killed themselves that same year. We need to be honest with ourselves and realize that the best way to get the problem solved is by opening up more facilities and educating the public about mental illness.

A Poor Mothers Christmas Eve

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Sa I lay here thinking about the lack of presents under our tree this year, I’m inspired to write a poem. My heart is breaking as I dread the sadness and disappointment in their faces tomorrow morning.

 

A Poor Mothers Christmas Eve

Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the place
Stomachs were empty
A tear crawled down my face.

My children all snuggled
in one little bed
A moth eaten blanket
pulled over their heads

Outside the glass
on the sidewalk did glisten
As I stood watch by the stove
For gun shots I did listen.

The tree in the living room
glimmers and glows
Bare underneath
No ribbons or bows.

Sweaters and shoes
were all that they asked for
But nothing was gotten
Because we are poor.

Tomorrow is Christmas
That’s what they say
How do I tell them
It’s just another day?

 

Life goes on, fearfully

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No matter how badly we wish things were different, they are what they are.

Mike went through another MRI Friday to see if there are any changes in the size of his brain. The doctor thinks he may have dementia. For months I’ve been praying for this to not be true but the longer it goes the more sure I am that it is. With the personality changes he’s had, it’s hard NOT to think it is.

Two weeks ago he was acting bad, slurring his words and being argumentative. He wanted to take the motorcycle and I took the key so he couldn’t then got in the shower. While I was bathing, he got into my pocket and took the key. I got a call from the police while rinsing my hair. He’d had an accident.

The officer came and got me so I could get the bike from the side of the road. They said they would have taken him to jail but he passed the breath test and I told them about his health issues. Luckily he had an appointment with the dr a couple hours later. The dr is concerned to say the least.

That night he slapped my 14 year old because they were having words. Then he took a pair of scissors to his two foot long ponytail, butchering it and cutting his ear. He took a butcher knife to the lid of the trash can, stabbing it through with one thrust. I called his doctor the next morning and he suggested that if he got worse, to call the police and have them take him to the hospital for evaluation.

I’m afraid of my husband for the first time in our eleven years of marriage. I don’t know what he’s going to do next. I know it’s not his fault but I’m afraid. I’m terrified to the point that I’m getting a scant couple hours of sleep each night because I’m afraid he’s going to do something stupid and not know what he’s doing. I’m afraid that if he gets much worse, I’m going to have to admit him or put him in a home for the safety of the kids.  They won’t stay with him alone for more than a few minutes because they are scared as well.

God help me, I don’t want to leave him when he needs me the most but my babies deserve better. So do I.

Natural Disasters and Prepared Children

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This past week has definitely hit home for us. We live in Colorado, right smack in the middle of the floods. We have become accustomed to the weather alerts on the television and radios and my sons are well prepared if we need to flee the flood waters. Backpacks filled with necessities, shoes where they can find them, extra meds and emergency kits in each pack and the understanding that, if we HAD to flee, the Xbox, cell phones and laptops would go with us. (their insistence on the Xbox!)

As we prepared the packs during the worst of the flooding, there was much discussion about fears and planning for the worst case scenario. Danyls biggest fear was running out of his insulin so we packed all his insulin in an insulated lunch bag and stuck it back in the fridge. His ONLY job if we have to leave is to grab this bag and his backpack.

Sean has a different job, that he chose. His biggest fear is injury and being unable to aid the injured so, his job is to grab the medical kit we have for emergencies. He’s gone through and made sure theres bandages, antibiotic salves, tape, gauze, cold packs and splints in the kit. I think he added some other things as well but Ill have to look and see. He was VERY busy on Thursday getting this ready.

My job is the important papers. Birth certificates, marriage license, shot records for kids and dog, insurance cards, ownership papers and the like. I will also supervise the kids and make sure they are ready quickly.

Hubbys job is to make sure the power is cut off when we leave, getting the computers into their waterproof bags and getting the dog ready to go. We even made an extra bag with a weeks worth of food and water for the dog and kids.  HE gets to carry THAT.

Friday, we did a drill to see how fast we could get ready. It worked very well and we were all ready in less than 10 minutes! This is good because I was having a HUGE fibro flare and was moving slow. Preparation is key, getting things ready BEFORE you need them.

Teaching this to the kids was fun and an important step in their bugging out preparations. We’ve discussed, all week, where we’d go and what to do if we got separated. Thankfully we haven’t had to implement this plan yet.

 

One thing I worry about is getting to higher ground fast enough. I’m deathly afraid of murky, rushing water and I just hope, if we have to go, there’s none around!

As I watched the events unfolding around us, I kept thinking “No, please no, not now, not this year” We’ve gone through so much crap this year that this would be just another disaster added to the most disastrous of years in my entire marriage. As I listened to yet another emergency broadcast, I bit my lip and inwardly prayed that we be spared. When the dam broke three miles from my home, flooding the area, I cried. When the waters went the other way, I silently celebrated, selfishly.

I watched the news yesterday and saw that Longmont was being evacuated. Five miles North of us. Flooding continues swirling around the communities around us yet we are untouched, thus far. A sea of peaceful calm within the eye of the storm. I thank the Gods and Goddesses for this.

Mike said a few days ago that he could have done a better job of finding us a place to live, a place we could actually afford instead of this expensive place. I pointed out, yesterday, the places we WERE going to move to. They were all flooded! I hugged him and told him that we were meant to be here, for exactly this reason.

 

As you go through your days, think on this. What would YOU and your family do if this flooding or any other natural disaster hit YOUR hometown? Will you and your kids be prepared?

And one final yet VERY important thought: Remember your pets! They are your family as well. Think about how devastated you would be if your animal was killed in the disaster because you forgot them at home. PLEASE, take your pets. They deserve to be safe and with their family too!

SO totally agree!

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via SO totally agree!.

 

I TOTALLY agree with this posting! I’m homeschooling my sons and they are far more advanced than their B&M friends.

 

When my 13 year old came home from 7th grade B&M, in April of this year, he showed me his homework and threw it to the floor in disgust with the words “I learned this crap in 4th grade. WHY am I STILL being taught it?” I knew I had to do something. He asked to be homeschooled and I said yes.

 

This year my 10 year old son, homeschooled since 2nd grade, is learning French and about nanotechnology. By his choice. In NO B&M public school that I know of do they teach a foreign language before 5th grade. Next year he will be an ambassador to Canada!

 

While most kids are in school, my sons are out doing things, partaking in the education that will actually get them ready to be adults, not robots or mindless slaves to a broken system. Just this past Monday, we were at the capital, taking part in a protest. When we got home, we had a “round table” discussion where we each gave out thoughts about the different ways we could, as  a nation, help Syria instead of bombs. They each sent emails to our senators, giving those ideas to them. Friday, Mark Udall CALLED the boys to discuss their ideas. How many B&M students get THAT excitement these days?

 

Truthfully, I think most kids in America are being done a disservice because of public school. They graduate without the basic tools they desperately need. They lack the critical, creative and individual thinking we so desperately need in this country. The world is not about filling in bubbles.

 

Time to burst their bubbles!!!!

Learning to Protest

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As part of our unschooling of the children, we have become more involved in politics of all things. We discuss a lot of things, including Syria. Today, we are going to our first protest, as a family.

Last night Dan (10), Sean (13) and I stayed up, making signs. We discussed his fears about war and even just going to protest. He’s concerned about violence, both in Syria and here at the protest. I assured him that, if it started getting bad, that we’d leave as fast as we could. I just pray things don’t get out of hand.

I think this opportunity will be great for them to be able to see how we are supporting American interests, by protesting more wars. The boys say they don’t want any more children hurt. Dans sign says “Don’t bomb the kids!” Seans says “No more war, don’t bomb Syria” Mine says “no more wars, we want peace”

I believe this will give the kids the understanding that, here in America, we have the responsibility to protest if we believe something is wrong. This is most important! I cannot condone my children being sheep or afraid of the government!

 

Dan has been invited to be an ambassador to Canada next year! I think this will be a unique opportunity for him to learn and become more adventurous when he gets older. I think he really deserves this opportunity. He has such potential and has to learn not to let his diabetes get in the way.

Ok, I’m pissed!

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http://www.9news.com/video/2589912127001/1/Apartment-tenants-told-they-must-get-rid-of-guns

 

Watch this. I’m so pissed right now! This old man has a second amendment right, A RIGHT to own guns yet these bastards are telling him he has to either get rid of his guns or lose his home? WHAT THE FFFFFFFUUUU ARGH I’m so pissed!! 

Since when did we become a country that allows people to do things like this? They amended their policy, one this man has had since he moved there. When his lease comes up for renewal, I could see him getting out of there IF he had the money to move and a place to move to that he could afford! 

I SERIOUSLY want to get this man a home! I think I’ll start a fundraiser to do exactly that.