Murderous Eff Heads and Bigoggledness

It's October 3rd and I'm surrounded by death already.  The trees are still full and the bushes are in full bloom here, however...it seems the media is just thirsty for our blood.  Your blood.  My blood.  I'm up to my eyeballs in other people's blood.  OY!  Ebola, for one.  I'm not even going there...that's a whole wine bottle, conspiracy theory with Meg night, and and a seperate blog rant.  So the death I am focusing on right now is the evil kind.  The unfathomable.  I live with it, so I get to think about it often.  I hear the stories that my husband comes home with as a Police Officer.  But there is one story I wish to never hear.  I just can't wrap my head around cases which involve the whole chopping up business of a friend/loved one....or just any person period.  I'll be honest, I couldn't even get through Dexter's first season.  I'm total weak sauce.  So to think that there are actual people out there who do that.  Who have done it.  Because 'of' these shows or 'for' these shows to be possible...I just don't understand.  I like my arms and legs friends.  Don't cut me up, yo.  

To see what the hell I am squawking on about, please click the link below and read about the Dexter impersonator:

http://www.eonline.com/news/585384/dexter-obsessed-teen-jailed-for-murdering-and-dismembering-girlfriend

I have to side with the ASD community on this one, the media is certainly throwing those in the spectrum under the murderous, machete wielding, bastard child of a bus here.  No two places in the spectrum are the same.  And the last time I checked, I was not jumping through green sewer pipes, kicking mushrooms, and hanging out with an Italian guy named Luigi just because I played a certain game a lot growing up.  It takes a certain type of "special crazy sauce" to sit down in your little dungeon of a couch area, study an entire series, and decide to make a teenage girl your project.  This also applies to the Stephen McDaniel Case in Macon, GA.

If you are unfamiliar with that ass shack, He's just like the Dexter impersonator; however, he is not autistic and he looks like Sideshow Bob.  After a long trial and court deliberations, which you can track and find on Macon.com, he finally plead guilty to killing and dismembering Lauren Giddings' body.  Whom happened to live in the same apartment complex as him at Mercer University Law School. He stalked her online, used a master key to enter her apartment, attacked her, dismembered her in her own bath tub, and disposed of her torso in the trash can outside of their apartment building.  The next morning, when they found her remains, he was devastated in front of the news crews.  You can watch his crazy ass here: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIroLgiCyP8

To kill a person defies all logic, to dismember them is purely evil and unhuman.  My mind is just bigoggled!  Yup.  Big.Og.Gled.  What?

For the Girls

Today, I had an epiphany.  And usually when I have epiphanies, they are controversial.  I get it.  I am opinionated.  Or is it just because I live in the south?  Honestly, I feel like I would be a major softy if I moved back up north.  Major difference in lifestyles.  Anyway, that is neither here nor there.  My epiphany came from a series of events this past week which involves being a woman.  There are multiple struggles females in this country endure deep within their souls.  No two females are molded or compacted the same.  We are all beautiful, intelligent, wide eyed, and energetic forces with dreams and ambitions until we reach a certain point in our lives and we make some sort of sacrifice.  The career.  The family.  The family and the career.  Travel first and then marriage.  Travel together after marriage.  Your clock stops somewhere.  You have a moment when you question whether you fit it all in.  Did you do it all right?  Was it the way it was meant to be?  Am I the me I wanted to be?

I don't think I am.  This post could go all dark and depressive in 2.5 riiiiiight here if I let it, but I wont.  GAHD, how boring would that be for YOU.  Awful.  You're welcome.  So, my epiphany turned into a promise.  For Logan, I will forever place her first, before myself.  For as long as I am alive, Logan will have my full attention and understanding because once she is a mom, she will become last.  The last one to shower (sometimes it's days.)  The last one to fall asleep.  The last one to take care of herself.  The last one to feed herself.  The last one to worry about herself.  To be a young female in America is a remarkable privilege.  I hope she soars.  I hope she spins fast with her arms stretched wide and dances in the sun.  I hope she schools the boys and scores her goals.  I hope she dreams big dreams and wont sweat the small things.  

And most of all, when she calls an auto body shop...I hope to God by then, we have more women working with men who can fix cars.  Com'mon ladies, pick up some wrenches!  We got this.