Saturday, May 21, 2005
A murderer in my midst...
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I remember the night so vividly. January 5th, 2003 was a cold and crisp night and I was watching forensic files with the window cracked open to let the smoke from my cigarette seep out into the night air.
I was growing sleepier by the the second when I heard the scream of sirens in the distance echoing in through the window. I felt a chill overcome me and and for a split second fear filled my body. I stubbed out my cigarette and hurriedly closed the window. I was blanketed by a disturbing feeling of danger so overwhelming I cursed Dennis for working nights and leaving me home alone.
My fear started to subside as I heard the sirens fading out further into the distance and I swore to myself I wouldn't watch anymore crime shows after midnight when I was home alone. By the time I turned off all the lights and crawled into my bed I felt a bit foolish for letting myself get so riled by all the nonsense. Probably just some kids out doing doughnuts in the snow and got caught, I thought as I drifted off to a fitful sleep.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of the phone ringing incessantly. As I begrudgingly climbed out of bed I thought to myself, who in the hell would be calling here knowing I damn sure sleep in ever chance I get? I don't remember much of the initial conversation. But my mind sprung to life when I heard the name Keith Wood and raped and murdered his cousin. Keith Wood, murder, rape, that has to be gossip, I know him. It couldn't be true.
You see I live in a relatively small town in Michigan. The population barely exceeds 2,000 people. It's one of those classic small towns where everyone knows everyone and news flies like mosquito's on a hot summer evening. Growing up I hated it here. I dreamed of graduating high school and going to some big fancy college as far away as I could get. I dreamed of big cities, fancy jobs, and designer clothes. The reality was I went away to school and came home after half a year because I hated being away from my family and friends. The old adage you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl didn't apply to me. I needed the country, the small tight knit group and family only a 5 minute drive away. I came home from college, found the man I dreamed about and built a home right next door to the place I grew up. 75 feet away is my mom and dad's house and both of my sisters within a mile.
Growing up I never thought much about how the people we grow up with may not really be the people we think they are. I was and am still naive and take people at face value. I just assumed growing up in this cardboard box of a town would make it impossible for someone to hide their true self. I was wrong. Dead wrong as it turns out.
Keith David Wood.
Age 34.
I remember him very well. We went to school together. He was in my class. His parents owned a auto business in town. He had a younger brother.
And he had just raped and murdered his 15 year old cousin 4 miles from my house.
Those sirens, the fear. It was real. There was something to be scared of. And it wasn't a television show, it was in my back yard almost. And the suspect, culprit, and creator was someone I once called a friend.
To be continued....
Friday, May 20, 2005
And the funk goes on...
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Have you ever just had a time in your life where there is no bright spot? Nothing to feel excited about?
I still can not pull myself out of this huge black cloud floating over me. Of course I haven't told anyone about it. Just the whole internet but not anyone that could actually smack me around and make it hurt to pull me out of it.
I know my two nieces read this blog- Tiff and Jess- No phone calls, emails, or posts about it. K! This is my own crap and I can deal. And no it's not about going camping. That's just another whole disaster anway. And you two keep your lips sealed, no need spreading family gossip, K! E`nuf said.
And even though
Katy has tried to get that annoying song "Don't Worry, Be Happy" stuck in my head... It ain't working girlfriend! LOL! But nice try ;)
Plus I mindlessly surf and play hearts every night and piss away time I could be doing something productive or creative. Maybe I need to step away and just get my hands back inot scrapbooking, painting, or working on some altered journals. I don't know.
And I have been posting more at Katy's blog than my own. I leave long and rambling comments and I don't post diddly here.
Plus all this stress is resting right under my shoulder blades and making me miserable. I walk like I got a hump or something...LOL!
And the rain and crap is hanging around here like my own personal hell isn't enough already...Puhhhlease! Go away!
Ok, I am stopping this self-involved post and focusing on something else. My life is so boring. I don't have that much to tell. But I do have interesting stories and experiences to share.
So before I head off to clean I will leave you with a teaser for my next post...
I know a serial killer. I went to school with him. I will you tell you more next time.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Funky Town
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I haven't been posting because I had been in a funk for a few days. I can't seem to get the hell out of it. Such is life, I guess. Time will change it, I hope.
I popped over to
Genuine's Bash on Saturday night. I, of course, arrived late per my usual real life habit for arriving late to everything. It was fun. I met
Michelle, Genuine's wife. She is super nice and very funny. I also met
Lu from Three Kid Circus and some other crazy fun bloggers. They were all really nice and I would recommend the Bash to anyone. Of course I arrived too late for whatever the X-rated part of the party was. Go figure - Just my luck. I made my own button for the party:
All my sewing is done for the camper. We need to finish resurfacing the countertops on the pull-out kitchen area, touch up a little paint where Dennis had to install new rear driving lights, have the police department come out and inspect it because the vin number is rusted off (told you guys it was old), get a title made by the SoS and purchase a plate from them too. Our new Governer changed the law and instead of purchasing new tags and a general plate you must purchase a permanent plate for 75.00.
My sisters and thier hub's, DJ, Melissa, and I'm not sure who else are all leaving tonight for Beaverton for 5 days to camp. I hate them! No, I really don't hate them but they DO suck big time. lol! They are going to
Calhoun Campground. We could have went if Dennis had NOT agreed to work his weekend off. I was/am so pissed. But whatever. He is an ass and talking about it isn't making me feel any better so next subject please.
I am doing a search for must-haves for camping. It's been a long time since I have camped for more than 1 or 2 nights. We used to use a really nice tent but no more sleeping on the ground for me- yeehaw! If anyone has any suggestions-
PLEASE let me know.
So I guess I will continue to work on crap for ebay. I always right up auctions in html and load them myself instead of use ebay's system. And I now remember why I hate selling on ebay. It can be a pain if you don't use some expensive program that does all the crap for you. I went through my 8.5" x 11" paper yesterday and pulled out a ton to get rid of. Now to tackle the 12" x 12". I really don't want to but the money would be nice...
My mood sucks...
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Domesticity...
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Sometimes shit begets shit...
And today was just one of those special days. The rain continued all day and my mood got worse. Normally I love the rain. Soothing rat-a-tat-tats pelting against the roof always put me in a serene mood but not today.
I couldn't focus my attention on anything for more than a few minutes. Somehow I managed to make dinner, do another load of laundry, vacuum, mop the kitchen, pick up the house and finish sewing the panels for the sleeper areas in the camper, including tie backs.
My list of things to do for tomorrow:
1. Put up all the curtains and valances in the camper.
2. Put new laminate on the countertops in the camper.
3. Head to Home Depot for caulk, trim, wallboard, and velcro, and etc.
4. Walmart for foam mattress.
5. Meijers for navy blue sheets to make mattress covers (More sewing UGH!)
6. Putty all the screw holes in the ceiling of the camper.
7. Put no-skid shelf liners in all the cabinetry.
6. Make the beds.
7. Cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
8. Clean grill for cooking dinner. (NY Strips rain or shine!)
9. Do another load of laundry (wash, dry, and fold!)
10. Vacuum.
That's a good start... Off to finish the cushions. Then bed.
The joys of the life of a domestic goddess...
Friday, May 13, 2005
F-Bomb Alert! Stop reading if you hate cussing!
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Ok, so I am having a borderline bitch day.
I woke up on the wrong side of the attitude and then it gets topped off by a roaring thunderous storm blowing through our area. Fucking nice! It was just starting to dry up and shit and now torrential rain...AGAIN!
But the kicker to that shit is the fucking storm from hell blew a pole to the awning of our camper down and broke the piece that attaches to the canvas- FUCKER!
Now I realize we only paid a measly $50 bucks for this camper but
come on already! We ripped off the front and rebuilt it because the would was warped where they hadn't taken care of it. Dennis redid it all and it looks spanky new! But when we found that out and started fixing it Dennis snapped a support to hold the beams for the roof...What the fuck! So we had to have those made. Thank gawd someone at his work whipped them up at no cost. But in the process of ripping out the front we now have to replace the wall board inside because it's now just plywood. Can someone say
fugly!But the broken awning pole just pisses me off to no end. Can we
not get a fucking break already?!?!?!
And now it's looking all sunny and shit outside...screw mother nature and the storm she rides on!
McKenzies 1st birthday party is this weekend and were not going. We just want to work on the camper and finish the bastard. Besides I am not into it
at all. Driving all the way to
B.F.L (that's bum fuck Linwood for all you proper people out there). And I am sure there will be plenty of drinking to be done by my dear old hubby and I have no
fucking desire to drive the hour+ out there and chase Cam around for hours on end because my husband is Mr. Fucking Socialite once he has a few rum & cokes under his belt, to turn around and drive an hour+ with a cranky, overtired 18 month old.
NOT HAPPENING!It's probably going to piss some people off royally but...Oh well!
On a brighter note but still pertains to the piss me right the fuck off camper, I got the curtains sewn and now I am going to start finishing the closures on the cushions. Connie did a kick ass job making them but instead of gluing them closed or using velcro I am going to just sew them. My machine magically fixed itself, don't care why, don't care how... But I am damn glad it's working.
I pissed off my eBay crap to make the curtains but I did manage to clean the entire house, scrub our garden tub, mop our bathroom on my hands and knees like a good little housewife, make pepper crusted roast beef with mushroom and onion gravy, steamed potatoes, peas and carrots with oreo pudding for dessert. I also threw in washing, drying, and folding three loads of laundry, picking up a million matchbox cars my lovely little boy thinks make perfect decor for our entire house and made beds. Just call me Mrs. Domestic fucking Bliss...
Hey on a level mannered note I have a new hero to add to my list -
Jay over at The Zero Boss has become my professor ala blog wisdom and has put up with my bullshit emails asking 10 bazillion questions. Thanks Jay for putting up with my ass... It's much appreciated!
Off to shower this bitchiness off before my matchbox king awakes from his nap.
Lata Taters!
Thursday, May 12, 2005
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I really want to learn how to design blog skins. I am fanatical about learning how to do things when I don't know how. I am obsessive about it. I love the look of blog skins, especially really superbly designed skins. By far my favorites are designed by
Web Diva's .
Rachel and
Cherry are so talented at what they do. I am in love with their skins and site designs.
I have taken a few classes in html and have designed graphics with
PSP for 7 to 8 years. It's fun and I love doing creative stuff! I guess someone is going to have to teach me eh! Anyone interested? I am a quick learner! *giggling*
If it's nice tomorrow I am going to take some pictures and show you guys my little place in the world. Everything is turning green and looking alive. Minus the places my fat beagle decides to dig a spot and keep cool laying in the sun... Dork dog!
Speaking of nice weather...If it's nice I need to scrub the awning of our camper and get it ready for our first camping trip. Dennis took the week after Memorial Day off so we can get away! I am
damn excited!
I went through a shitload of my scrapbook supplies today to post at
eBay. I currently own 5,000 sheets of 12 x 12 paper and over 2,000 stickers and I won't even mention the other crap. That's ridiculous...LOL! I hope to have it all set to start on auction Saturday. Cross your fingers! And if you know anyone interested in purchasing mucho scrapbook supplies send them my way, k!
I got some blog fun stuff in the works too. Check back soon. I'll post something tomorrow when Cam takes his afternoon snooze!
Till then...lata!
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Ok, so it ate the rest of my post and I had to retype it which pisses me off and makes me envious of all you bitches out there that have your own .com's! LOL!
When I first saw DJ get off the escalator I was totally taken by his desert fatigues. They looked like sand from a distance but when he got close they were actually camouflage. Now I realize just how amazing some of the simplest things to save our soldiers can be.
All DJ wanted to eat was McDonald's so we stopped and bought a huge amount of Mickey D's and headed to DJ's so he could shower and relax. He had left Baghdad on Wednesday and went to Tikrit, Kuwait, Germany and Atlanta before flying into Lansing. Two+ days of flying, lay overs and airports. He was pretty much deliriously tired. But you could see a mask of relief on his face.
We didn't stay too long before we all headed home and left DJ and Melissa alone.
I can sleep a bit better at least for two weeks.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Updates Smupdates...
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It's been forever since I could get up the gumption to post... *sighs*
Even though I log on
everyday I spend more time reading everyone else's blogs than updating my own. Maybe I should be classified as a drive-by blogger... *lol*
So let's get on with the updates shall we- (cue the elevator music...)
Dental Torture: So I went to the Dr. Of Dental Horristry and what I assumed was my cleaning appointment was actually the appointment for my recuperative filling to try and heal the nerve of my tooth so it could be saved. I
tried to talk Dr. Horror out of it but he is one of those kind of people that can talk right around you and make you do something you have zippo intention on doing... It wasn't too bad but I still hated it.
Monday I went in for my oral surgery. Now that sucked arse-cicles! I haven't went into much detail with the old family because they already think I am big Ol' sissy ass but it hurt like hell. The side of my gum is missing some skin where it didn't detach from the tooth when it was pulled free. But I didn't need stitches, thank goodness. Plus he used my just filled tooth (see above paragraph) as a leverage object to get this wisdom tooth. So now that tooth hurts. And my jaw hurts. But it's over. And I am thankful for that much.
DJ Update: DJ arrived home in Lansing Saturday at 4:17 p.m. I had my digital camera all primed to take pictures but the minute I saw his smiling face I started to cry and couldn't take a damn picture to save my life. My niece did and when she gets them developed I will scan some. I think he is coming on Friday for the weekend and I would like to take a small photo shoot with him and my kids. Cameron
adores him and talks about him all the time.
Dj left Iraq on Wednesday and spent that entire time flying to make it home. He brought back some old Iraqi money that has Sadams face on it (It's not in use in Iraq anymore!) and some of their coin money. It's actually pretty and in all different shapes like flowers, hexagon and etc. He also brought back some Coca-Cola. It says Coke on the bottle but the has Coke wrote in Arabic under it. It's cool looking.
