Why I'd rather not watch..

Unless you've been living under a rock, you know that right now Casey Anthony is on trial for the murder of her 2 year old daughter Caylee. Pretty much everyone in Central Florida is tuned in via the tv, internet, phone (yes you can receive updates via text), or facebook (because everyone is updating their statuses about it). And of course mostly everyone has an opinion. And pretty much unianimously, it's not a good one about Casey or her family.

However. Today at the grocery store the cashier and a fellow patron were discussing it and explained she was in a hurry to go home and watch Casey's father take the stand today. She turned and looked at me as I fumbled to pick up Jackson dropped snack trap of goldfish and asked, "Are you into watching the trial?"

Let me preface this with saying I am NOT complaining about those who watch it. If you want to watch it, go ahead. But this is why I refuse to, and don't watch it.

It's heartbreaking, heartwrenching, and leaves me sick to my stomach. For awhile I had zero opinion of whether Casey did it or not. Although some people thought I was looney for saying that, the idea of a mother doing harm to her child is absolutely inconceivable to me and I couldn't fathom a 2 year old's life being brought to an end by her source of life...her mom. I don't know the facts, and thankfully I don't have to.

So when the trial began to air on TV and people began posting about it, arguing about it, talking about it, and tuning in to watch it like it was the latest episode of American Idol or Survior I decided I couldn't. I couldn't watch a family rip apart at the seams. I couldn't watch a father and mother fall apart over the death of their grand-daughter and the loss of their own daughter's freedom. I couldn't watch a mother, who is obviously very diluted, fry in her seat while onlookers pour more gasoline on her in hopes they may be the ones to watch her burn alive. The lies, the confusion, and the plain raw painful emotion of a precious little life lost makes me ill.

I hope there is justice for little Caylee Anthony. But more than justice, I hope people look at the little sweet girl for who she was, and don't remember her by the cluster of mud that this entire circus has become.

Happy June!

Happy June and Welcome Summer! First of all, let me tell you, overall summer isn't my favorite. Only because of the ridiculous heat wave that Florida gives us year round, summer weather isn't exactly special. HOWEVER...I do LOVE summer because my husband is home for approx 2 whole months. Yes, 2 whole months of uninterupted family time. It's absolute bliss :)
The first week of summer we spent catching up on some minor things around the house.

I'm not going to lie, being a budget isn't easy. There is SO much I want to do with the house, but where we are right now, we have to save for. But I'm coping well, and putting alot of energy doing things that I can do, such as framing pictures, cleaning, and re-organizing. I love feeling like progress is being made.

Also, Sam and I were able to go on a date last week which was fantastic! And yes, I find dates definitley necessary and we try to go on them once a month, if not more. Sometimes in the hustle and bustle of life, I honestly sit down after a long day realizing I barely said one word to him that didn't have something to do with chores, Jackson or obligations. Thats when we decide, it's date time! :) So we headed to the movies and then out to dinner, which was fantastic to spend that much uninterrupted time together :)

Let me tell you, Sam is a wonderful man. I know alot of people say this (or should say this) about their husbands, but Sam is a rock. He's smart, knows exactly who he is, and stays completley firm in that. Sometimes I joke with him, that I want to be just like him when I grow up haha. But it's partly true. He's incredible and I am definitely looking forward to an enjoyable summer with him and my sweet toddler!