Randomnezz

Just stuff that floats through myhead today.

Got home yesterday to find the front door WIDE OPEN.  And I mean so wide open it looked as if we didn't even have a door.  Can't figure out how that happened since we all left the house through the kitchen door.. Even thought the house is basically new we are having problems with doors catching when you close them.  That is why we always have to lock the top lock on that door when we let the dogs out that way.  So all I can think is that one of the dogs unlocked the door from inside because they didn't feel like using the doggy door. 

BTW all was well inside.  Nothing missing.

Am I the only person in Elkridge who gets things from China?  I've had to take packages to their  correct owners because, it seems, if it comes from China in a brown padded envelope it must be for me... even though one package was labled for a Carlos Ramierz, another for a man and the other day there was a brown box on my door step for THE CHINESE PEOPLE ACROSS THE STREET!  This last package came from Amazon but I suppose since it was going TO chinese, I should get it.  So now I am very careful to make sure the package is for me and not some random person.  Besides.  I think I've worn out the stuff I want from China through e-bay anyway.

Hey, free shipping and under a dollar.  How could I resist. 

I want a puppy.  A little cuddly love bug of all my own.  Michael says we can get one but I know with the other two dogs in the house, the pack will expand to three and I STILL won't have a doggy of my own.  So no puppy.

Still no great crafting inspiration tho I did paint the metal seahorses that Michael so disliked in the bathroom.  I decopauged a bit of the one I painted yellow and have ideas to spruce up the other two only I find myself sitting at the craft table staring blankly at the TV getting nothing done.  I wonder if going back on my Prozac will help.  I just wish it didn't give me such a case of indigestion.

Onto Elkridge's murder trial.  I've mentioned it before.  I slightly knew the victim, we were volunteer mothers our sons in the same class, and it is heart wrenching to think that , not only had her husband killed her, but buried her under their shed in the yard where their kids played.

Well the trial has come and gone.  He's found guilty of second degree murder, sentencing is in August, and yet I am even more unsettled.

Now I am not a rocket scientist.  I'd like to think I have a good brain and that common sense is a part of that.  I am now wondering just how stupid people think that other people are.  For instance.....The defense for this trial was thus.... The husband didn't kill his wife.  The wife committed suicide (then buried herself under the shed. poured concrete on top of herself) ( wouldn't you think that the husband would have noticed a newly poured concrete floor and said something to somebody).  The wife was killed by somebody else.  Again, shed, concrete, wasn't the husband suspicious?  It wasn't the wife under the shed.. though the remains had the wife's purse, jewelry and photos of her family.  I guess some robber came in, stole the stuff then decided to hide out in a hole dug under the shed and pour concrete on him/herself.  It wasn't the wife under the shed at all.  The husband killed someone else and buried them under the shed with his wife's stuff.  Really now..

The never did DNA on the bones though they did do a dental comparison.  In fact, the bones, which was all that was left of her, had been cremated before the trial even began.  Guess who paid for the cremation... the husband.  If it wasn't his wife why did he pay to get them cremated?  Why didn't the authorities hold onto the bones until trial instead of releasing them to the family?  It wasn't like the sons were going to hold onto them.  No they wanted their mother to have a proper ending. 

Anyway the jury wasn't as stupid as they thought and did the right thing.  Yet, so much damage has been left behind, i wonder if anyone will fully recover.  I hate to think of what is going through the sons' minds now knowing for certain that thier mother was where they thought she was for so long.  I bury my animals with more dignity.  Poor Christine.  I hope she is at rest now.

So that's me and my brain, which I sometimes think has a mind of its own.  Till next time.