NO Justice for Caylee Anthony.

This poor little girl got no justice. Someone killed her and I believe her killer just got let lose. All the evidence was there in their face. And still they let her go free.
I believe where here not to judge that's not our job, but someone killed that baby. As a mother of a baby girl myself, this makes my sick to my stomach. The baby had duct tape on her mouth. Someone put it there, it just didn't happen by itself. Casey Anthony was googling about chloroform. Why would she need to do that?
And the story was she drowned in the pool right? Then who is getting charged with child abuse? No one. That wouldn't happen here in Georgia. Let your child fell and get a cut on their leg and see is DEFCS ain't all over your ass. Her baby drown in a pool ( so they say) why isn't she getting charged with child abuse? I guess I should move to Florida and get away with murder too.
SO much was wrong with that trail. If she didn't do it, then why didn't she get on the stand? She claimed her dad made her cover up the drowning. He said he didn't have anything to do with it. So how did the jury come to a end in the case. We still don't know what happen.
We do know that baby is dead and someone did it.
But it seems that we'll never know now. Way to go Florida, you did a awesome job of letting a killer go!

Fawk You Friday

There's always a Fawk You Friday when you need one. And this week I needed one more than ever.
I would like to throw a big old sucking monkey balls fawk you to a man named Paul. I won't give a last name because I don't wanna be sued or something.
But yea Fawk You Paul. You suck at your job.
This man is suppose to be selling our house. But for the life of him he can't seem to "keep in touch" with the buyers. Hell he can't even fawking be man enough to call us back when we get mad because he hasn't called us in a week. He can't even return a text message! Really man grow the fawk up!
So Monday we were told that we were closing Friday (today) to go find a house they wanted us as soon as possible. So we did. We found our dream home and even got it. But now we're going to lose it because this ass can't hold up his half of the shit. The hubs called him yesterday, he would have never called us, and he told hubs that he can't get in touch with the buyer. Really this has happened twice now.
I have prayed so hard that all this would work out. Moving out of this town would help us so much. We would be saving loads on gas. Our dream house was in walking distance from the mall where I could get a job. Everything was perfect. But this ass can't do his damn job.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. But it hurt so much to get my hopes up and fall in love with that house that when I heard he "couldn't get in touch" with the buyer I locked myself in the bedroom I cried. It hurt so bad. I hate being in limbo. Not knowing when we are going to move or stay and not know anything because this ass can't even return a call.

If you're in Georgia and a man named Paul says he can sale your house in a week, slam the door in his face.