Caylee Anthony

According to the Grandma, Cindy Anthony, Caylee is with the babysitter and she believes they are going to find her alive.

She also states that the police are not helping much is searching for this lady who supposedly has Caylee.

Its hard to know what to believe any more…

This CNN.com article goes over some of Cindy’s interview on Larry King Live the other night.

This was my favorite:

“King:When she (Caylee) was gone for 31 days, didn’t you think that was a little nuts?

Anthony: No, not really. I think what’s nuts is for people to speculate on things that they don’t know the whole truth.”

WTH?  Who wouldn’t go freakin’ berserk if their grandbaby was missing for 24 hours?!  And this lady acts like waiting 31 days to reporting the girl missing is not nuts?!

And this Cindy Anthony sure is a media hog.  This lady has appeared on every major news show I can think of.  Each time spewing off more and more garbage.  I mean, her story is changing each time these reporters talk to her.  Why did she not lay down the entire babysitter story complete with lame excuses right away?!

This is part of something she said during the interview… 

“I would ask Casey periodically if she could put Caylee on the phone or whatever, and there was always a very reasonable excuse. Either, she was napping or she was already in bed. By the time I get home from work sometime in the evening and I would be able to speak to my daughter, it would be time for Caylee to be napping or going to bed.”

Biggest load of crap ever.  If that is the truth, and Cindy wasn’t suspicious after listening to that for 30 days, then she lacks common sense and officially fails at being a Grandma. 

I recommend reading the rest of the CNN article.  Pretty interesting…

Story telling…

I feel like telling a story.    This isn’t the best one, but it is something I enjoy remembering… 

As I’ve mentioned quite a few times on this blog, we spent July/August 2007 in Mexico.  “We” being me and the girls; Jose had to stay here and work.

We weren’t 100% sure that we were going until the day before we left.  We were invited down there for the quinceañera (15th birthday party) of his neice, Daniela.  This party was going to be HUGE.  Jose was one of the padrinos of the group and I was the madrina of the ultima muneca. 

Anyways, one week Jose would decide that yes, we were in fact going for the party. The next week he would change his mind.  His brothers were getting rather irritated, because they wanted to buy things to send to their families. 

My suegra had been collecting stuff to take with her for over a year by that time.  Clothings, small appliances, shoes, perfumes, home decor, etc. etc.  I, also, had been gathering up stuff that I might usually have tossed out or donated.  I had quite the collection of childrens’ clothing and shoes, toys, clothing Jose and myself no longer wore, jackets, coats… The whole nine yards.

LoL, the best part is, Jose had no idea of our plans to take all this stuff with us.  On the morning of our departure, when I told him to make sure to leave room for his mom’s stuff, he looked at me like I was crazy.

When his brother showed up a few moments later with his truck crammed packed with trash bags full of all of her goodies, he about had a panic attack.

And then when I brought up my personal collection of stuff I wanted to take, I thought he was going to cry.

Believe it or not, though, everything fit into the back of our pickup truck.  EVERYTHING.  The only thing we had to leave behind was Chavela’s bicycle.  And Olivia’s stroller.  But I’m not sure if I forgot the stroller or if it didn’t fit…

Just as we were pulling out of our parking lot, Sergio pulled up with the bicycles that he had just bought at Wal-Mart for his kids.  So, we had to stop, untie the tarp, and rearrange the entire contents of the back of the truck, but we made sure his bicycles were packed safely. 

It was a long, long, LONG drive to Jalisco.  Especially with a car sick toddler that was puking every half hour (and was giggling and playing between puking episodes).  It was one funky smelling truck by the time we made it to Jalisco.  The only damage to all of our precious cargo was a paper grocery sack full of t-shirts my mom had given me got a little soaked.  But it was raining cats and dogs in Monterrey!

Once we arrived, we unpacked just our luggage and some of the girls’ toys.  The next morning, however, the fun started.

Me and my suegra laid out old blankets on the cement floor of her patio early that morning.  On top of the blankets, we emptied out the entire contents of the back of the truck.  Everything.  Some of the piles were a good three or four feet tall! 

Then, my suegra told all of the neighbors and all of the relatives in the area to stop by.  It was only 10am at this point, and the small patio was soon FULL!  It was a madhouse.

Ladies were grabbing stuff from the piles as fast as they could.  I quickly realized that making sure the item fit was a must for them in order to take an item.  Ladies were trying things in the bedroom and bathroom.  Soon a line had formed at the door to both rooms.  If the item didn’t fit, it was passed to the next person in line and so on and so forth.

Mom’s were trying clothing on the kids right there in the patio.  Shoes, shorts, shirts, dresses, pants, overalls, etc.  They were also grabbing flannel shirts, jeans, and work boots for their husbands. 

Kids were fighting over toys.  To keep the peace and to keep the kids happy, I was pulling out the toys I had brought for the girls and distributing them out among the children.

By around noon, the commotion had died down.  I will never, as long as I live, forget all of the happy faces as those ladies walked home with their new treasures.  It was amazing and very rewarding to walk around the ranchoduring the next couple of months and see people wearing these items and kids playing with those toys.  At the quinceañera that weekend, most of the ladies that weren’t madrinas were actually wearing outfits from our collection.   

I had never experienced real poverty until our trip to Mexico.  Yeah, we’re not rich.  Not even close to it.  But we always have clean clothes, food on the table, and a roof over our heads. 

En el rancho, little kids would wear shoes with the toes cut out because they had outgrown them.  Parents would go hungry so their kids wouldn’t go to bed with empty tummies.  Simple things that most of us take for granted here were delicacies to those children, such as candy bars and cans of soda or trips to the movie theater.  We went to the Wal-Mart in Leon once, and spent a good 3 hours there.  Sipriano (Jose’s brother) and his wife were simply amazed at all the Wal-Mart sold! 

I know this was long and probably boring, but I just really felt like sharing with you guys. 

See you all later!  Take care!

I’m okay with my whiteness now…

Towards the beginning of our relationship together, I was always very aware of my whiteness.  Anywhere we would go, I would be trying to figure out the Mexican to White People ratio inside my head.  It wasn’t long before he was taking me places where I was the only white person, which kind of made me feel as noticeable as a light bulb in a dark room. 

I was always sure the women were talking about me and my Gringa-ness.  Making fun of  me and my attempts at Spanish.  

But, after a while, I stopped caring.  I think it became a whole different story once I spoke fluent Spanish, and once I could communicate easily with those around me.  It got to the point where we would be out and about having fun, and I’d happen to look around and be like, “Whoa, I’m the only white one here!”.

And then, of course, the two months I spent in Mexico last year helped quite a bit.  The only other gueros I seen there were at the Guadalajara airport! 

Unfortunately, Jose doesn’t seem to be able to grasp the whole being comfortable being Mexican thing.  You’d think being in this country for 14 years the man would be over this by now. 

But he’s not.

Saturday, my good friend invited me to her graduation party.  Jose acted like I was inviting him to his own execution.  He told me to go without him.  He told me he didn’t feel good.  He told me he had a last minute errand to run. 

I finally told the man HE WAS GOING whether he liked it or not.

Yeah, we came and went before an hour was even up.  All the fancy schmancy lookin’ white people was too much for Jose to handle.  And all the people coming up, “Juan, how ‘ya doing!?” was making him a little uncomfortable.   (Juan is my friend’s boyfriend, who had left the party before we even showed up for similar reasons to Jose’s)

I think most of it is his lack of confidence in his English.  When he’s comfortable with someone, he speaks pretty good English.  I mean, yeah.  Heavily accented English with lots of mispronounciation, but you can understand the guy.  Get him around new people though, and its bad.  I mean, complete with stuttering and everything bad. 

We’ve come along way together.  I guess we just keep trucking along and working on it. 

And, by the way, at the dance on Sunday, there were NO WHITE PEOPLE!!  Usually, there are at least 5-6 other gueras.  But nope!  Not a one the other night.  Wow…

Some more info. on Caylee Anthony…

There haven’t been many updates to the case of missing Caylee Anthony.  I’ve been searching through news sites and reading blogs regarding this all weekend, though, and a few things kind of stuck with me.

At one blog I was reading, there was some interesting conversation going on in the comments.  I don’t think there is much truth to it, though.  Everyone seemed to share the theory that Casey had forgotten little Caylee in the car during a shopping trip, Caylee died of heat stroke, and Casey got spooked.  She confessed to her mom what she had done, and they decided to cover up the whole thing together.

This quote from the conversation between Casey and her mother that was captured while they were on hold with 911 makes you wonder if there might be a little truth behind that theory…

“During one exchange, Cindy Anthony tells her daughter she wouldn’t be in jail “if you had told them the truth.”"

I just can’t believe its been this long, and we still don’t know where this poor baby girl is.  I hope we get some good news soon.

Do you heart Google?

Since the call volume is down today, I’ve been spending a lot of time catching up reading news articles (I was specifically looking for an update on the Caylee Anthony case, but haven’t found anything yet) and reading some blogs.  On Cnn.com, I found something pretty interesting for us Google lovers.

For the record, I love Google.  I Google things all day long.  I love Googling myself, phone numbers, correct spellings, images, song lyrics, etc. 

But, it looks like they have some competition!

Cuil (pronounced Cool) is the new search engine on the block, created by an ex-Google employee.  She actually sold Google her previous creation and they used it in 2004 to update their search engine.  This one she is keeping for herself, and it’s supposed to be pretty big.

I’ve checked it out myself, and while it takes some getting used to it looks kind of impressive.  I don’t think it will become my #1 search engine for awhile, though, because it lacks way too many of the features Google offers that I have come to love and expect.  Some day, though.  Some day…

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The Dance.

We ended up having no babysitter. 

I was so pissed off at Jose that I felt like strangling the little bastard.  I told him a good three or four times to call his mom and ask her.  I told him there was no sense in waiting until the last minute.  Did the King Of Stubborness listen to me?  Of course not.  He was too busy napping and watching DVDs on my computer.

I started getting ready anyways, mostly just to stop myself from going crazy.  I was going to iron my hair, but I should have known better because I don’t have near enough patience to finish.  I decided to do my hair up instead.  My outfit plans took a 360 as well.  I wore black pants and a sexy blue halter with large rhinestones, and silver flats decorated with big rhinestones.   

It was 9pm by then.  Jose was starting to feel bad, and he asked if I wanted him to drop me off at the dance and he would come get me later.  Um, no thanks. 

Right then, the phone rang.  It was his brother, Omar.  He asked if we had left for the dance yet and Jose explained our dilemma, and voila!  We had a sitter!  His girlfriend, Ana, offered to watch the girls. 

Jose got showered and dressed in record time, and we headed over to his mom’s house (Omar and Ana happen to live there, too).  Once we arrive, Jose talked Sergio into going with us (we had 3 tickets), so we hung around and ate carne asada while Sergio showered and changed. 

When we arrive at the dance (at the Casa Del Sol), it was EMPTY.  I mean, crickets chirping and everything.

By 11:00pm, the place was HOPPIN’!  It was crazy packed.  I was having a blast!!  We danced a ton to the grupo that was playing.  And they ended up playing quite a bit, since La Original Banda El Limon didn’t start playing until 12:30am!  That was a disappointment, because the lights came up at 12:45!  They didn’t even play Abeja Reina. 

That doesn’t really make too big of a difference, though.  The tickets were dirt cheap, and we had a blast!  For the first few songs, we were ring up against the front of the stage.  The band was a bunch of really nice guys!  They were posing for pictures, and taking pictures on people in the crowd cell phones. 

I’m very glad we went!  It was fun, but not enough fun to where I’d pay the $30+ each ticket, you know what I mean?  We’ve never beent o the Casa Del Sol, and at first it seemed ginormous, but once people actually started showing up, it got really cramped, really fast.  I can only imagine how crazy it must get when a really famous group comes!! 

I hope everyone had a nice weekend!!!    I love y’all!  Bye!

La Original Banda El Limon!

Last night, Diana called me and offered us 4 tickets to the baile for $30!!  That’s crazy cheap!  She said they had planned on going, but instead they’re going to drive down to Kansas City for a soccer game. 

I’m excited!  We haven’t went dancing in ages!  I got my boots out and ready for the night!  I added a picture of them for your viewing pleasure at the bottom of the post.  Aren’t they nice?  They were a Christmas gift from Jose. 

I don’t know what I’m going to wear…  Well, I do know what jeans I want to wear, but I don’t know which blouse.  Oooo… actually, I think I do!  Or maybe I’ll have to make a trip to the store.    We’ll see.

Update y’all later!!

My Mexican’s Computer Usage

It’s nearing 9am, and I am the only person here in the customer service department.  Isn’t that crazy?  There are at least 3 other 8am people.  I wonder where in the heck everyone is…

At least its not too busy.  The calls are coming in kinda steady, but its not overwhelming or anything. 

It’s FRIDAY!  Isn’t that amazing?  I’m thrilled.   Its even more exciting because I get paid this week!  Its only 27 hours ( ) but oh well.

Guess what I discovered?  Every morning, as soon as he wakes up, Jose jumps on the computer to check the weather in Lincoln.  Isn’t that amazing?!  Who’d have thought my little Mexicano could learn to use the computer?  I’m so proud of him.  Even prouder, because he’s finally expressing interest in obtaining his GED!  Go Jose!!  I think I’m going to make a stop by the Chicano Outreach center here in Omaha this weekend and see if they could point us in the right direction to get him enrolled. 

I called to win tickets for the Banda El Limon dance last night…  Damn, I was caller 3 and they were looking for caller 5.  When the phone was ringing I was so excited because its almost impossible to get through to that station!!  Girls ARE getting in free, though…  But, because of that, I bet its going to be SUPER PACKED. 

We’ll see. 

Tomorrow is my friends graduation party!  I’m excited to see her.  I haven’t seen her since my Dennys days!!!

I’ll probably update later, as I’m sure I’ll be very bored today!!!  =D  Bye!

Caylee Anthony Update

Apparently the 911 tapes have been released from when Caylee’s Grandmother called to report her missing.

I watched part of the segment on the Today Show, and here’s a website with the article:

Orlando Sentinel

This part shocked me the most:  “”There is something wrong…I found my daughter’s car today, it smells like there’s been a dead body in the damn car,” Cindy Anthony yelled into the receiver.”

That’s a whole world different then her old raunchy pizza excuse!

Anyway… I guess two calls were placed from the grandmother, less than an hour apart.  The first one she calls and says her daughter needs to be arrested in regards to her missing granddaughter.  The second call is placed after she “discovers” the toddler has been kidnapped by the babysitter.

Um, yeah.  The babysitter than doesn’t exsist?

Casey gets on the phone with the dispatched, and the dispatcher asks her why she hadn’t reported this earlier.  Her excuse is, “I was doing some searching of my own, which was stupid”.

I have to say, after listening to the calls, I do believe a 3rd party is involved.  Yesterday, I was pretty sure Casey had murdered the girl and Grandma was covering up for her, but the things said in these calls answered a lot of questions I had.

I’ll keep watching for updates today…  Keep praying!

Small Update Caylee Anthony Case…

I’ve been obsessed with this case all morning.  Here’s an update I’ve found on the following sites:

Caylee Anthony WordPress Blog

WFTV News

This is quoted directly from the news site:

“ The Anthony family Thursday would neither confirm nor deny a tip that Eyewitness News received saying a new concrete slab was poured in their backyard over the July 4th weekend. That would be just days before the family called deputies about the missing girl, and nearly a month after her mother says she last saw the girl.”

Hmm… I like the neither confirm nor deny part.  I’ve strongly suspected the family’s involvement after listening to the whack-o Grandmother make her statements on Good Morning America.  This is the icing on the cake.  They’re guilty of covering something up!!  This slab of concrete better get dug up ASAP!  I’ll be watching for an update…

Remember to keep Caylee in your prayers!