Wednesday, June 27, 2012

What the State of FLorida does'nt want you to Know about the Casey Anthony Case

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On April 6 ,2010 Dr Logan testify about Chemicals,False Positive and Negative,Odors,Fatty Acids,Chloroform,Compounds. Eight six compound's was missing from the report. Sixty one was not on the carpet, Children also have a different decp sign. The Errors and Fraud the crime Lab comes into question has lack of control evidence. Casey Anthony 6th Amendment's rights where violated the secret science the ORNl has refused to turn over the Chromatograms. On all Human Decompistion there was over nine different studies and they all disagree.The Orange County Sheriff Office and the FBI waited over six weeks to do air trunk study. The examination of the air samples from trunk carpet using generally accepted methods.Methodology is generally accepted protocol's that are not followed. Even a soda can can give a false reading.There was no FLOUIRIDE in the air study.Vass will not tell the public about his chemicals that he could have possibly plant in the Casey Anthony Case.Dr Vass is not a chemist and talk about his theories.
Baez said the team has not sued the FBI yet does not have the money yet to do that. FBI agent Nick Savage has leak out some photos and info to a woman that works Leonard Padilla. I just want everyone to think for a moment if this was your son or daughter life on the line. What would you do if you know there is no way that they could kill there own child?
If it was a accident and Caylee Marie Anthony Drowned in the pool and Casey Panic.Casey could have been busy texting or the computer for a minute a little Caylee could of slept away for just only two Seconds and drowned in the pool.That's what I have always thought from the beginning and feel in my heart that is what really happen to sweet little Caylee. But who placed the body there Casey was in jail than she got out. Back in October there was unusual smell in the wood on Suburban Drive that my team and Could of not find the source to the smell. Im am thankful that I did not run across little Caylee bones and skull. That would forever be in my head for the rest of my life. Roy Kronk ex girlfriend is guard at the OCJ and possible got some info of where little Caylee was to be found. SO she told Roy AND Dominick Casey Got hold of some info from a inside source where caylee was placed. He knew where she was and was directed not call the police.
In Florida Court room it says Equal Justice for All, But what is Justice when Sgt Allen, Nick Savage has lied and covered up Evidence and Possible plant some in this case. Most of the Deputy's and the FBI are honest,sincere,trustworthy,professional. But there are some bad apples where ever you go. Just because they are MR law they think they are above the law. As my Father has once started out as local cop 32 years ago he is now very high up in Government Agency. My Father is true hero to me he has protect and served his Country and he would Die for America and loves the USA. I do respect the law but not rats as* cops that fabricated evidence. Sometimes the truth hurts!

PARANORMAL PUB: Heartbeat Bridge

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There's nothing like a good old summer spooky story being told around the campfire, during an evening bonfire at the beach, or even on the porch after dark. This story is said to have taken place near Heartbeat Bridge, located in Ellicot City, MD. This tale is told by people living in the area to explain why, to this day, a heartbeat can be felt through the pavement by people standing on the bridge.   -Marion Pellicano Ambrose

Something was going on. Jason felt it in his bones. Polly was too happy, too cheerful. No woman could be that upbeat and still be faithful to her husband. Jason sat down to a delicious, warm meal every night, and Polly sang to herself as she washed up. What kind of woman could be cheerful doing dishes? Try as he might, Jason never heard anything that hinted of a secret romance. It drove him crazy. Life was not this perfect. Maybe Polly was seeing the milkman, or the grocer. Jason started getting up early in order to see who it was that delivered the milk. Much to his disappointment, the fellow looked as if he’d been born several centuries ago. Then Jason started doing the food shopping, and checked out every single male employee in the local grocery store. They were either antediluvian relicts—like the milkman—or still in diapers. Later that month Jason was over at his father-in-law’s house working in the garage when he over heard his father-in-law call to Hank…Polly’s high-school boyfriend. Now he knew! He knew why Polly was so happy all the time. Her parents must have told her that Hank was coming home, and she was planning on running off with him. Enraged with jealousy, Jason was waiting in the kitchen when Polly got back from church. He was beyond reason. He snatched up a newly sharpened steak knife, howling: “You’ve cut out my heart, now I’ll cut out yours!” Jason leapt around the table and ripped Polly’s still-beating heart out of her chest. Blood streaming everywhere, he sailed out the back door into the dark night and flung her heart, still thumping, over the side of the bridge that spanned the creek next to their home

Jason cleaned up the blood-stained house with extreme care and buried Polly’s body deep in the woods outside of town. Then he wrote several letters, carefully mimicking Polly’s handwriting, and mailed them to himself and her parents. Within a few days, everyone in town believed that Polly had been secretly seeing a man from the next town and that they had run away together. Late one evening, he went out to the bridge to gloat in triumph over his unfaithful wife. Polly had gotten what she deserved, he thought. As he stood staring down at the water, he became aware of a vibration under his feet. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. It floated softly through the air, a simple rhythmic thudding. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Jason’s hands began to tingle as he recognized the soft thudding sound. It was the same beat he had felt when he held Polly’s bleeding heart in his hands. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. The heartbeat rang in his ears, thundering so loud that he was afraid it would wake the neighbors. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Jason clapped his hands over his ears and ran back to the house. But he could not escape the terrible sound: Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Even the floorboards seemed to vibrate to the slow, steady rhythm. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. It sounded like a heart-beat. Polly’s heartbeat. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Jason screamed in terror and flung himself out of the house, running toward the bridge as the heartbeat grew louder and louder in his ears. Jason leaned over the railing. “Curse you, Polly!” he shouted. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. With a wild shriek, Jason flung himself headfirst off the bridge like a diver, and was smashed to death on the rocks below. Underfoot on the bridge, the pavement still vibrates to the beat of a dead heart. For now and always.
Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.  

Excerpted from Spooky Maryland by S.E. Schlosser


Whitney Houston - The Party Must Go on

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Yesterday at 3:55pm PST Whitney Houston was pronounced dead in her Beverly Hilton hotel room. That same day was the pre-grammy party where many celebrities including herself was invited to the party. Earlier in the day it was said to believe Whitney was vibrant and no one seemed to indicate that she was dying. She talked about the party that night and joining some people at a table. Sadly of course she never made it to the party. However, the party still went on hosted by Clive Davis the man who pretty much made Whitney Houston the star she was. This pre-grammy party turned into a memorial in honor the Queen of Pop. Many stars came out to celebrate her memory along with tomrrow at the Grammy's where there will be a special tribute to the late star. 


It was unclear if the party was going on at all. Many people had tickets to go this special event and with the star who passed away people didn't know if there was going to be a party. Though the party went on and many stars talked about knowing Whitney Houston. This blogger never knew Whitney Houston but loved her music. I grew up listen to many of her hits. Still do to this day and in my eyes she was the Queen of Pop. She was just as big as Michael Jackson. It seemed that drugs took a horrible toll on the star. She had many stresses in life including in 2007 with her divorce with Bobby Brown. One thing we should know about the rich and famous is that the glitz and glamour is nothing behind closed doors. May she rest in peace and remembered for her great voice. She had a voice of an angel and whenever she sang everyone would just stop to listen. She could make any song sound amazing. When she sung the national anthem at the Super Bowl I believe was sung how it should really be sung. With pride and with a voice that many people look up to. 


Rest in peace Whitney Houston. You will be surely missed!


The Beverly Hilton



At the pre-grammy party turned Whitney Houston memorial. Shown a picture of her.


Alicia Keys comforting Clive Davis the man who made Whitney Houston a star and knew her since she was teenager.


How to see pre-screening Movies!

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Want a new way to see free movies? Well there is a way! However, free isn't always free just remember that. There is a way that this blogger has been seeing movies for free before the movie ever comes to theaters! It's called a pre-screening movies where the media such as certain blogs and websites are given tickets to see the movie in exchange a review for the movie. Since there is few media involved there is a bunch of tickets given away for other lucky people to see movies as well. Now where do you go? What websites? There are a TON of websites out there that you can go on and search. One such place is called Gofobo.com. The website has a list of movies that come out on certain days. You must register on the website to get them and may even be sent out an e-mail confirmation to get the ticket and see it. Now remember you are not always guaranteed a seat so you must be early. How early? Well for this blogger I usually go there about 3-4 hours before the movie is supposed to start. The reason being is that many people will be showing up at that time. You want the perfect seat that you like to sit at other than in the VERY front and have your neck straining the whole time. Now say you have a movie that starts at 7:30pm you should get there at around 4pm just in case for that perfect seat and you never know nowadays with people cutting in line. Pre-screening movies isn't for everyone because you do wait around until the movie starts. Though it is great time to do if you have a free day off and don't want to pay for a movie but want to go out and do something. 


Remember to register on gofobo.com for any local pre-screening movies in your area. Go under "Screenings" then put in your zip code  and you will see a bunch of them. Next you may or may not see a green button under. The green button you can click on and instantly get a ticket for that movie. If its blue then it means its private and you will have to find that code online to get the ticket then. 


For any questions, comments, or concerns please leave a comment below! Have fun at the movies! :)

Trayvon Martin Vs. George Zimmerman

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This whole case is crazy. I live in Florida...and actually about 10-15 minutes from where Trayvon was killed. I think from hearing the story of just Trayvon that in respect we should still hear out George Zimmermans case.

Here is what we know about Trayvon Martin and that night. Trayvon was in his neighborhood and he was running from George Zimmerman who thought he may had a weapon on him. The only thing he did have was tea and skittles. Though George Zimmerman thought he had a weapon from what I heard from 911 calls. Most of us think of poor Trayvon...well there must have been a reason why George did that.

What we know about George Zimmerman is that he chased down Trayvon Martin probably thinking he looked suspicious...HOWEVER anyone can look suspicious! Something must of happened in that timeline to have George just chase him. What people dont know is that there was a group of kids with hoodies on the night before or sometime during the week running around so the security guard didnt think anything of it.

Now both people were found on the ground. Trayvon Martin was found dead and George Zimmerman was on the ground with blood on him that looked like he got beaten up. Now recently tapes are out that shows him with no blood. In all ANYONE can not have blood when paramedics arrive. They take care of the wounds so any blood shown on him isnt being shown.

MY theory of what happened that night comes in two ways. Either Trayon Martin was sadly killed for no reason by George Zimmerman for being suspicious. In which the officer at the scene should have given him a breatholizer. OR Somethng happened to where they had fought and they two may have fought where maybe George Zimmerman pistol whipped him abd Trayvon fought back or Trayvon was the first to start a fight and George was trying to defend himself without getting hurt.

WE still need to hear from George Zimmermans case who we havent heard. We are just hearing the side of the boy who died who we still dont quite know why this happened. Pepople say its racism. Well George Zimmerman is hispanic..so minority against minority? Really? No! Something happened that night. Zimmerman never would have brought a gun up for no reason. He was the watchman of the community. There was a reason and that reason hasn't been heard just yet.

Lonesome George Dies

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With the last of it's own species. The tortoise known as Lonesome George died Sunday June 24, 2012. He is estimated to have been more than 100 years old. That is a pretty old tortoise but had a lot of history in its lifetime. The cause of death is unknown at this point and is scheduled for a necropsy. Which is pretty much a autopsy for these kinds of species. Lonesome George was found by it's owner Fausto Llerena, stretched out towards his watering hole. 


The history of Lonesome George dates back in the 70's in 1972 to be exact on Pinta Island where turtoises of his type were believed to be extinct. However, efforts on trying to breed him failed. Though he did have two ladies with him for a short period. He had two Espanola turtoises with him that were very close to the Pinta population. Though they were with George til the very end. 


In honor of Lonesome George the park "Galapagos National Park Service" will be having a special workshop in July (starting Sunday). It will be about convening strategies for restoring tortoise populations. 


Though you can also help from your own home by donations in their part or in your area by calling a local park.

Monday, June 25, 2012

WHO AM I

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Barbara Ward-Finneran
Today I was "done" with something and yet it has never felt so unfinished.  Mostly because instead of ending with a period it is ending with a question mark.  


It got me thinking.  Does a title define you?  Daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend, artist, designer, teacher, writer, professor.  Insert your own list here.  Is this what defines you or is it what others think of you?  Perhaps it is what you think of yourself.  Is it how you live and what you give? Maybe it's a combination of all of the above with a dash of alter ego mixed in.  Is there actually a plausible answer?  As if being "yourself" is a defined and fixed thing.  If a person is constantly growing, changing and evolving conceivably they cannot be characterized as one "thing".  Conceivably there is never really a period but always more questions.  


Don't feelings play into it?  Do they define you?
--- At times being so clear, lucid and filled with optimism and invincibility.  That feeling that nothing can hold you down or be out of reach.  Those moments when you know you can accomplish anything if you just put your mind to it and work for it.  
--- At other times cloudy, confused and overwhelmed.  The stress of the world and life rendering one ineffective to overcome.  Waning here can rob you of your exquisite inner power.  The one that commands you to rise above the human existence and remember that YOU have the ability at anytime to redefine yourself - mind, spirit and soul.  


When pondering, "who am I"... it's often because one is struggling with change.  A correlation between the inner questions and the ease or lack there of in the life you are experiencing at this moment.  Our identity is not static.  It is ongoing.  A constantly changing process.  Is asking this question a sign of vulnerability or strength? Or is it just a process of human nature that cannot be evaded at times.  Does the question come from a sense of fear or from the anticipation of adventure and challenge?  Is this midlife identity question a blessing in disguise.  A continuum between where you are right now and the journey that lies ahead.  A reminder to take each step with a sense of purpose as you summon the strength to face challenges head on and fight.  Fight for yourself and fight to create your dreams.  To continue the personal evolution that allows you to keep the promises that you make to yourself and redefine your vision along the way.  


If with age and or experience comes wisdom...
Then mine to share from the last few weeks is to embrace the fact that sometimes we are stronger when we bend.  Stronger when we allow ourselves to be malleable.  To mold and recreate your vision and plans.  Flexibility affords you the luxury to not break.  The willow survives the storm as it bends with the winds of change whereas the sturdy and rigid oak is more likely to crack.  (None of us want to "crack"!) Find your balance and embrace the change.  Life happens, like it or not.  Breathe.  Pray.  Believe.  Change and faith are the only constants.  


Recognize your never ending potential.  Keep what serves you well and brings you joy and "shed" the rest.  Value this moment.  It's all you really ever have.  Everything can change in an instant.  The future is unwritten --- but all we are ever "promised" is today. So who you are needs only to be your best self.  Remembering that you are enough.  You do not need to be defined or titled. YOU ARE ENOUGH.  


Move forward. Love yourself. Love life.  Keep the faith. Be brave.  


Keep the promises that you make to yourself.  The rest will follow and you will know - who you are... your best self.  You are enough.  

SHE SAID... Sanity in the Summertime = Playtime

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Barbara Ward-Finneran
Summertime is the biggest blessing.  Laid back days to stay up late and sleep in until morning is practically over when desired.  Time to frolic in the sun and play with friends.  Extra hours for reading, games and lots of laughter.  Pure bliss except when interrupted by that dreaded sentence... "Mom, I'm bored".


I'm very lucky it's not a sentence that frequents my boys lips.  A combination of creativeness, "Camp Mommy", and sibling camaraderie as well as being a house where "all the kids" can play keep it at bay at our place.  Yet just a little over a week into summer here where I live, and  I have friends who are already over hearing it.  (Yes, I know, my northern peeps - envious as you are because you are still in school - talk to us in early August when we are back in session already!)  Many solve this issue by offering up random chores or yard work that's just begging to be done and dreaded by all.  Still others spring into mission impossible Mom style by finding all kinds of wonderful ways to ward off the dreaded doldrums of our kids having too much time on their hands.  


I adore my mom and admire all that she taught me and how she raised me.  But truth be told, I don't recall her, or the other moms in my life when I grew up entertaining us. At least not regularly.   One of the reasons I swear by the "more the merrier" rule.  The more kids that are hanging out playing the more fun there is to be had by all - without me needed to conduct the fun train.  When I was a kid, we had to play.  Outside.  Rain, shine, heat and snow - outside you'd go.  Endless hours with the neighborhood kids 'til the street lights came on.  


Wanna keep your sanity this summer?  Dare I say, plan some time to just play.  For your kids and for yourself - alone and with them.  Spend time together without the coordinated distraction of events, activities and electronics.  Unplug and find some ways to stir up some good old fashion (and might I mention free - to quote my cousin - "free" is my favorite four letter F word!) fun.  Make forts in the living room, take a walk even when it might be 100 degrees in the shade - the AC will be there when you get back and you'll appreciate it more.  Make ice pops in paper cups, build sandcastles by the beach, collect sea shells, beat the pants off them in staring contests, and play "war" until you can't stand to see those cards anymore. You can always end the game by throwing in the towel with "52 Pick Up".  Laugh and have fun.  Moments that make memories help you keep your sanity and it's cheaper then therapy.  And when that runs thin...  schedule some playtime for yourself with your gal pals and or with your honey.  Recharge your battery, reconnect, read a good book, and even "wine" down once and a while if necessary. Make time for playtime and you'll not lose your mind but rather have the times of your life.  Taking in the smiles, love and laughter... that's what really matters. That's what keeps us sane.  In the really big scheme of things - nothing else matters.  “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.”

REMEMBERING THE DRIVE-IN

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Marion Pellicano AmbroseIf youuse GOOGLE as your search engine, you probably say today’s “doodle” whichcelebrates the opening of the first drive in theater on June 6, 1933, duringthe “Golden Age of Cinema”. Seeing the doodle brought back so many memories forme.Iremember being so excited that my family was going to the movies! My mom got usinto our warm pajamas and we set up blankets and pillows in the back seat ofour 1957 Ford Fairlane 500. It was torture waiting for it to get dark, but thesun finally set and we drove out to the huge field that was the Drive inTheater, in Walden , New York.

I canhardly remember any of the movies we saw at the drive in, just flashes ofmemory: a tiny man fighting a huge spider with a needle, a cowboy tied to awagon wheel by indians, and John Wayne. I’m sure we saw several John Waynemovies since my dad was a big fan. What I do have a crystal clear picture of isthe drive in itself. I can see the poles we parked  by, on a mound of dirt. On each pole was agray, metal contraption that piped the sound of the movie into our car when weattached it to a partially rolled down window. I remember having to drive over2 or 3 mounds trying speakers until we found one that worked. Once the moviestarted, the crackly sound filled the car and all eyes were on the giganticscreen at the front of the lot.
I canstill recall the thrill of going to the refreshment stand with my father atIntermission. There were hamburgers, hot dogs and other treats pre-made and insilver foil wrappers. Ice cream, candy, popcorn, and soda were also availableand placed in cardboard trays to be carried back to the car. There was also achildren’s playground for kids to burn a little energy during intermission.
Afterintermission, the movie began again.  This is aboutall can remember. Being 6 or 7 at the time,I never got to see the end of a single movie because, I alwaysfell asleep. All I recall is waking up in my bed the next morning,having been carried safely by my dad and lovingly tucked in by my mom. I don’t knowwhat I felt then, but today as I think of it, I feel overwhelming love andgratitude to my parents for giving me this kind of childhood. I wish I hadremembered moments like this while they were still here so I could have toldthem.
Theera of drive in movies has passed, but there are still many ways parents canshare moments with their children that will create these same type ofnostalgic, treasured memories. I tried to create them for my children and to mygreat joy, my daughter talks about her favorite memories of our excursions from whenshe was little. It’s my greatest hope that, when I’m gone, she and my son will continue toremember and cherish these special family moments, and know how much they were loved. 

*Forthose of you who are too young to remember the Drive-In Movie, take a look atGOOGLE’s  little movie celebrating theanniversary of the first Drive-In.

http://img.ibtimes.com/www/articles/20120606/349227_opening-first-drive-theater-movies-google-doodle.htm

PARANORMAL PUB: Grannie in the Grave

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An Urban Legend retold byMarion Pellicano Ambrose
My great-greatgrandmother, ill for quite some time, finally passed away after lying in a comafor several days. My great-great grandfather was devastated beyond belief, asshe was his one true love and they had been married over 50 years. They weremarried so long it seemed as if they knew each other's innermost thoughts. After the doctorpronounced her dead, my great-great grandfather insisted that she was not. Theyhad to literally pry him away from his wife's body so they could ready her forburial. Now, back inthose days they had backyard burial plots and did not drain the body of itsfluids. They simply prepared a proper coffin and committed the body (in itscoffin) to its permanent resting place. Throughout this process, my great-greatgrandfather protested so fiercely that he had to be sedated and put to bed. Hiswife was buried and that was that. That night hewoke to a horrific vision of his wife hysterically trying to scratch her wayout of the coffin. He phoned the doctor immediately and begged to have hiswife's body exhumed. The doctor refused, but my great-great grandfather hadthis nightmare every night for a week, each time frantically begging to havehis wife removed from the grave. Finally thedoctor gave in and, together with local authorities, exhumed the body. Thecoffin was pried open and to everyone's horror and amazement, my great-greatgrandmother's nails were bent back and there were obvious scratches on theinside of the coffin.



Nicolas Sarkozy's Facebook page has been hacked

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Nicolas Sarkozy's Facebook page has been hacked - Facebook page has been hacked SAN FRANCISCO, July 28 evening news, the French Elysee Palace on Tuesday, the official website was hacked, the hacker on the website of a 'let him get out' (Get Him Out) video games, the expulsion of French President Nepal Gulasake Sarkozy (Nicolas Sarkozy) to step down as soon as possible.The site's welcome page, a cartoon image of Sarkozy was placed in a go-kart on the front door of the Elysee Palace towards the game next to a button, every click of a player, Sarkozy will be a step towards the direction of the door step out of the game's text is: 'Click the more able the sooner the small Nicolas (Sarkozy) out!'
Elysee Palace has confirmed that the site really was attacked on Tuesday night, but was repaired at 7 am Wednesday. Elysee Palace spokesman said: 'Hackers use an old software system to modify the temporary website welcome page(http://www.f-paper.com/).'
Last year, Sarkozy's Facebook page has been hacked, the hacker was the president issued a false statement, Sarkozy said the end of term in 2012.For each click on a Facebook 'like' button beside the game, the French leader moved one step closer out into the street.
The instructions to the game read: "The more you click, the faster we can get little Nicolas out!"The Elysee palace confirmed a hacking attack had taken place on Tuesday night, but that the 'problem' had been fixed by 7am on Wednesday.A spokesman added: "The hackers took advantage of an old software system to temporarily re-route the welcome page."
Nicolas Sarkozy's Facebook page has been hacked



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Sunday, June 24, 2012

Caylee Marie Anthony Your Justice is coming

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Caylee You have waited a very long time for your Justice. The Trial is about to begin it has been close to three years since you first went missing. I remember the first time that I left my house to Drive and Go searching for you. I remember the first time I meet your Grandpaw and Cindy, it was when these horrible people where throwing rocks and yelling baby killer. Something came over me and ran up to Cindy and George to help
protect your grandparents. The Pain and Fear that I seen in the eyes for the first time was underscribable.
The First time I ran into Casey Anthony was at a Local Bar in Orlando four years ago. Orlando is really a small town when you live somewhere a long time everyone knows everbody and we all just like to have a good time with friends AND family. Caylee you touched my heart and the world's heart may you get justice that you deserve.

Katherine Shelbie-Elizabeth Phillips, 4 months missing

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Katherine Shelbie-Elizabeth Phillips, 4 months
LUDINGTON — Another daylong search for missing 4-month-old Katherine Shelbie-Elizabeth Phillips resulted in no new leads that would help authorities locate the missing infant who was abducted on June 29, according to an official late Friday.

Law enforcement officials from the Ludington Police Department, Mason County Sheriff's Office, Michigan State Police, the Federal Bureau of Investigation and various police agencies across the state invited volunteers Friday to join in on the search.

As of late Friday, no new information about the case or the whereabouts of the baby was known. The search was still going on around 5 p.m. It was unclear how long Friday's search was set to continue.

The search will resume Saturday at 9 a.m. Volunteers are asked to meet in the parking lot of the Leviathan Disk Golf Course on the west side of Jebavy, north of Johnson Road.

Volunteers must be 18 years or older, and should come equipped with a photo I.D., water, footwear appropriate for a wooded search, brightly colored shirts or vests, and a walking stick to move aside vegitaiton. They will be asked upon arrival to check in with the Ludington Police Department.

Sean Michael Phillips, 21, is accused of abducting the child outside the Ludington apartment where the baby lived with her mother, Ariel Courtland, 19, and the couple's 3 1/2-year-old daughter, Haley.

Phillips has been charged with kidnapping, and remains lodged at the Mason County Jail on $500,000 bond. He has not cooperated with authorities about the whereabouts of the infant, whom Phillips claims is not his biological child. Courtland insists the child is his.

Sean Phillips
At 1 p.m. volunteers and law enforcement began to search the area of School Forest Trails and the Levianthan Disk Golf Course.

Authorities still hope to speak with anyone who saw Phillips from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m. on June 29. Phillips was seen at the Wendy’s Restaurant, 5189 W. U.S. 10, that afternoon.

Courtland said she and Phillips got into an argument in his vehicle parked outside her Ludington apartment at 922 E. Tinkham before he drove off around 1 p.m. with the baby in the vehicle.


That was the last time she saw the infant, police said. The couple was arguing over parenting issues, Courtland said.

Phillips was arrested a few hours later at his parents' home, 280 Millerton, in Victory Township about five miles north of Scottville, without the baby in his care. He refuses to tell anyone what happened with the infant.

Authorities have searched a swampy, wooded area near the Victory Township home and all over the Ludington area, but haven't found anything significant to assist the investigation.

Many believe that by now the baby is deceased, although Phillips has told Courtland she is alive.

Anyone with information is asked to contact Mason-Oceana 911 at 231-869-5858.

Those wishing to provide information anonymously can call Silent Observer at 888-STOPCRIME (888-786-7274). Anonymous information can also be provided at HYPERLINK "http://WWW.LSOTIP.COM" WWW.LSOTIP.COM or by texting “LSOTIP and your tip to 274637 (CRIMES).

Email: hpeters@muskegonchronicle.com


Mountaintop removal Endwell West Virgina! Save our KIDS! BOYCOTT

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Okay I moved here from Florida to see the Mountain's and Guess what snake moves in to try destroy Gods beauty! The Money Hungry greedy,selfish killers! The Coal Companies. My son's daycare is 2 miles from these JERKS! MY Baby he is only four and they think they are going to pull a fast one! I got one for you I will be WATCHING YOU! Help SAVE our CHILDREN IN ENDWELL,Squire,War West Virgina Area and in Bishop VA. At least 3,000 animals will die within the couple weeks! PLEASE HELP! STOP this before it's to LATE!

Mountaintop removal is a relatively new type of coal mining that began in Appalachia in the 1970s as an extension of conventional strip mining techniques. Primarily, mountaintop removal is occurring in West Virginia, Kentucky, Virginia and Tennessee. Coal companies in Appalachia are increasingly using this method because it allows for almost complete recovery of coal seams while reducing the number of workers required to a fraction of what conventional methods require.

The US Environmental Protection Agency defines mountaintop removal as follows:

“Mountaintop removal/valley fill is a mining practice where the tops of mountains are removed, exposing the seams of coal. Mountaintop removal can involve removing 500 feet or more of the summit to get at buried seams of coal. The earth from the mountaintop is then dumped in the neighboring valleys.”

There are 6 main components of the mountaintop removal process:
CLEARING — Before mining can begin, all topsoil and vegetation must be removed. Because coal companies frequently are responding to short-term fluctuations in the price of coal, these trees are often not even used comercially in the rush to get the coal, but instead are burned or sometimes illegally dumped into valley fills.BLASTING — Many Appalachian coal seams lie deep below the surface of the mountains. Accessing these seams through surface mining can require the removal of 500-800 feet or more of elevation. Blowing up this much mountain is accomplished by using millions of pounds of explosives.Coal and debris is removed by using this piece of machinery, called a dragline. A dragline stands 22 stories high and can hold 24 compact cars in its bucket. These machines can cost up to $100 million, but are favored by coal companies because they displace the need for hundreds of jobs..The waste from the mining operation, also known as overburden or spoil, is dumped into nearby valleys, burying streams. According to an EPA environmental impact statement, more than 1,000 miles of Appalachian streams were permitted to be buried as of 2001.The coal is washed and treated before it is loaded on trains. The excess water left over from this process is called coal slurry or sludge and is stored in open coal impoundments. Coal sludge is a mix of water, coal dust, clay and toxic chemicals such as arsenic mercury, lead, copper, and chromium. Impoundments are held in place by mining debris, making them very unstable.RECLAMATION — While reclamation efforts such as stabilization and revegetation are required for mountaintop removal sites, in practice, state agencies that regulate mining are generous with granting waivers to coal companies. Most sites receive little more than a spraying of exotic grass seed, but even the best reclamation provides no comfort to nearby families and communities whose drinking water supplies have been polluted and whose homes will be threatened by floods for the hundred or thousands of years it will require to re-grow a forest on the mined site.

Aliayah Lunsford is it turning into a cold case?

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CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- A Lewis County woman whose 3-year-old daughter has been missing for three weeks was arrested Monday and charged with selling federal food stamp benefits.

A criminal complaint filed Monday in federal court in Clarksburg said Lena Lunsford transferred a Supplemental Nutrition Assistant Program card and personal identification number to someone in exchange for $50 cash on Saturday near Weston. The complaint said the person, who wasn't named, intended to use the EBT card to buy $114.82 in food.

"This is obviously ancillary to the actual missing girl case," FBI Special Agent Jeff Killeen told a news conference Monday. "It came to our attention that this was going on after the investigation started."

Lunsford, who was arrested at her home, was released on personal recognizance bond and ordered to appear at a Nov. 7 hearing in federal court in Elkins. She faces up to five years in prison and a $10,000 fine if convicted.

Lunsford's daughter, Aliayah Lunsford, went missing Sept. 24 from her Bendale home. Lena Lunsford told police her daughter was in bed that morning at 6:30, but there's been no sign of the child since. The FBI considers the disappearance to be a crime.

A message left with Lunsford's attorney was not immediately returned. A telephone number for Lunsford was unavailable.

Aliayah is about 3 feet tall and 35 pounds, with brown hair and brown eyes. She was last seen wearing purple pajama bottoms and a pink sweatshirt.

Nicolas Sarkozy's Facebook page has been hacked

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Nicolas Sarkozy's Facebook page has been hacked - Facebook page has been hacked SAN FRANCISCO, July 28 evening news, the French Elysee Palace on Tuesday, the official website was hacked, the hacker on the website of a 'let him get out' (Get Him Out) video games, the expulsion of French President Nepal Gulasake Sarkozy (Nicolas Sarkozy) to step down as soon as possible.The site's welcome page, a cartoon image of Sarkozy was placed in a go-kart on the front door of the Elysee Palace towards the game next to a button, every click of a player, Sarkozy will be a step towards the direction of the door step out of the game's text is: 'Click the more able the sooner the small Nicolas (Sarkozy) out!'
Elysee Palace has confirmed that the site really was attacked on Tuesday night, but was repaired at 7 am Wednesday. Elysee Palace spokesman said: 'Hackers use an old software system to modify the temporary website welcome page(http://www.f-paper.com/).'
Last year, Sarkozy's Facebook page has been hacked, the hacker was the president issued a false statement, Sarkozy said the end of term in 2012.For each click on a Facebook 'like' button beside the game, the French leader moved one step closer out into the street.
The instructions to the game read: "The more you click, the faster we can get little Nicolas out!"The Elysee palace confirmed a hacking attack had taken place on Tuesday night, but that the 'problem' had been fixed by 7am on Wednesday.A spokesman added: "The hackers took advantage of an old software system to temporarily re-route the welcome page."
Nicolas Sarkozy's Facebook page has been hacked



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Saturday, June 23, 2012

TO THE GRADUATES... AND TO THE MID-LIFERS

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Barbara Ward-Finneran
Is where you are going predestined?  Is it written in the stars? Can we wish for it on moonbeams? Or do we make our fate by creating our dreams? 


Having taught children for the greater part of two decades I believe we forge a journey by developing our gifts and fostering our desires by using all that we are to the best of our abilities.  I am blest to have assisted and mentored many along their journey to young adulthood. In some cases even beyond.  I have had too many children to count, two of them "my own" and have honestly loved them all.  As an art teacher, I get to watch my students grow from pre-schoolers to middle schoolers and build relationship with them along the way each year.  It's a beautiful process that I will forever treasure.  I recently watched my 18th group of 8th graders graduate.  At graduation some are happy to leave and others fight back tears.  An emotional situation that follows most of us through all the great changes in our lives.  Change is bittersweet.  Those forks in the road where we pause to ponder before moving forward leave us cherishing the past while excited and scared for the future.  As we age the sweet successes get mixed up with memories of where we may of zigged when we should of zagged.  Never regrets.  But, perhaps a wonderment of what might have been.  If your are lucky, never wishing what is to be different.  Mistakes, risks and dreams help to shape this adventure we call living. All of it it though, good, bad, indifferent and rock bottom - always a part of who you are today.  To everything there is a season and seasons change.  Each step part of your journey to the next destination.  


When we are "all grown up" it's sometimes easier to be scared and safe then face the adventure fearlessly.  Somewhere along your travels you relinquish the ability to just let go and throw your hands in the air and have faith that the wild ride will end with you still safely buckled in longing for the next thrill.  Is it wisdom? Responsibility? Stupidity?  A combination thereof and so much more.  


Graduations are official - you know it's time for change.  It's an ending of a beginning. Those signs of change aren't always so obviously marked later in life.  Yet many an inspiring word from a graduation could be applied when you face a path that is divided and aren't sure which road to take. Those speeches encourage and empower you.  Words that we should allow to echo in out minds and hearts whenever we are faced with change, challenges and choices.  


Change has been a pretty constant "theme" in my recent posts.  It's what is swirling around me in recent weeks and I cannot escape it.  Nor, am I ready to specifically define it. I will watch more graduations at the school I love, yet it might not ever be in the same capacity as years gone past. It is yet to be decided.  I have yet to decide.  As I plan and ponder what is to be written on the next page - I am lucky that when reflecting on my own writings I find inspiration and faith.  That which makes me know and believe that the best is yet to come.  


Last year I received the ultimate compliment of being chosen by the graduating class to speak to them at graduation.  Below I share that reflection with you.  I dedicate it to all of my graduates, past and present... and to the graduate in all of us - who needs a little reminder that no matter where we are in the journey, or the bumps in the road --- that we will grow and change and once again --- "come into our own"!  


"Decide that you want it more then you are afraid of it." 
- Bill Cosby
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Graduates, I am both humbled and honored to be asked to speak to you tonight.  I have been blest to know you since your first days at HNJ, no matter what year you joined our family of friends.  I have been privileged to know you when you were little enough to discover that scissors really do cut hair and small enough to climb in my lap and tell me “My kind heart ‘got’ broken”.  I’ve watched you grow through paintings and drawings as well as giggles and tears.  We have shared moments of, “Hands on your head, Hands on your shoulders”, to “Come on, it’s time to settle down", to, “How are you?”  Tell me how things are going”.  I’ve seen you transition from white shirts to blue shirts, and from seat sacks to lockers.  I can recall bundles of nerves that first week of middle school and helping with combination locks, assuring you things would get easier, that you’d come into your own.Before me now, I no longer see small children.  You are an amazing, vibrant group of young ladies and gentlemen who have come into their own at HNJ. Who have become leaders, athletes, artists and scholars.  Who have used their talents and gifts to reach this marvelous milestone called graduation.  Accomplishment such as this can be bittersweet.  Amidst this joy and excitement there comes change and the unknown.  No one is safe from the effects of change.  It is part of life and life changes.  We learn to embrace change and accept that love remains.  You have been loved here at HNJ.  That love fills our hearts, overflows our soul with happiness, and engraves the mind with memories.  It will be with you wherever your life takes you. Life is an amazing wondrous gift from our Lord above.  It has been given to us and we are free to create ourselves to our limitless potential all while reflecting His image and likeness.  Your life and your talents are God’s gift to you, what you do with those talents is your gift to the Father.   I challenge you to aspire to use the gift of your limitless potential.  Dream.  Wish. Wonder.  Hope.  Believe.  Pray.  The canvas before you is white washed new and you have the ability to create the masterpiece you desire.  God created each one of you and you are enough.  You matter.  You make a difference.  You can be everything you desire.  The power is within you to direct your journey and create your own dreams.  No matter what your stage, make your performance based in kindness and have your interactions reflect love.  Allow Jesus to shine through your accomplishments.  Breathe Him in and always breathe out His love.As you leave these hallways behind, and embark on your newest adventure, I wish I could promise you it will be easy.  That you’ll not have hard or dark times. Just know, that it is only because the darkness can we appreciate the beauty of the stars. I assure you - You will come into your own!” Hold fast to memories and the love they go with you always.  In the words of Dr. Seuss, Do not cry because it’s over, Smile because it happened.  I love you all. You inspire me!

TWO YEARS LATER, HINDSIGHT IS 20/20

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Barbara Ward-Finneran
I'm over it.  Over the worrying and wondering.  It never seems to go away.  It is a curse of the "mature" midlife adult.  It serves no purpose and yet at times it's practically impossible to dismiss. Practice being "Ms. Pollyanna Positive" all you want - (and I'm good at that!) - but it sneaks in.  It might not even be in the forefront.  Yet it dwells within you.  My "worry monster" usually rears it's ugly head if I wake up during the night.  My brain turns on with thoughts streaming though it worse then a gigantic meteor shower and not nearly as pretty.  In fact it can be pretty ugly and becoming worse.  Much like that buzzing in your ears, after a great concert or all night-er at a loud club way back when, that you can't turn it off.  


It is said that more then 90% of what you worry about never happens.  Human nature though, seems to refuse to let us rationalize that more often then not.  Especially at times more practically used for other things like sleeping.  Our worries transpose but they never seem to disappear.  It's the kids, ailing parents, relationships, obligations, professional issues, finances, job cuts, personal health concerns or scares, etc. etc. etc... The list goes on and on.  Most times it can be shaken off.   At others, not so much.  Those curve balls that life throws you seem to be ready to knock you square between they eyes and you can hardly muster the agility to duck.  Yet life goes on.  Changes. Morphs into the next great chapter.  Complete with it's own set of worries.  And joys!  Let's focus there. Embrace the good and blessings that abound.  Attitude is everything.  It's the difference between feeling like you are lost in the dark and realizing that if it wasn't for the darkness one could never appreciate the beauty of the stars.  


"Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine, not obsess.  Just breathe and have faith that everything will work out for the best." - Author Unknown


Kind of sums up a few of my "Barbara-isms":
Breathe, just breath!
Change and faith are the only constants.
Keep the promises that you make to yourself!
The best is yet to come!


Here's something I wrote from a while back.  An ironic and beautiful example of how the more things change, the more they stay the same - only different.  LOL 
Hakuna matata my friends, hakuna matata! XO


* * * * * * * * * * * * * *The power of Perspective
(Author's Note: Written February 2010) A few mornings ago I hugged my boys goodbye, jetted out the door, and out of their sight exhaled with a heavy heart.  Wondering if this would be the last "normal" goodbye for a while.  Was it possible that the events forthcoming that morning could change my perspective of everything? Would my whole world feel different in a few hours? The thundering silence of my racing thoughts broken by the sound of my tears as I rushed to the appointment.Sometimes despite our best efforts there is irony.  Almost a year ago, I looked forty in the eye and decided to make changes.  I adapted a healthier and more active lifestyle. Rededicated myself to and reinvented the girl who felt so alive when chasing my dreams.  In recent months I have looked and felt better then I have in years, yet in the last five weeks I have spent more time with doctors and undergone more tests then I can count on two hands.  When summoned to the doctor's office for an immediate visit after numerous tests, there isn't any kind of warm fuzzy.  The phone call struck a cord in me that stole the air out of my lungs.  Welcome to another side effect of midlife - health scares.It is difficult to muster the courage needed to channel your inner strength and to focus on the positive while sitting on a table, dressed in glorified paper towels, and waiting to sink your feet into stirrups while shivering.  Then concentrate on the discussion of tumors, surgical procedures and options while feeling completely vulnerable and still dressed in the fashionless paper gown.  Finally clothed, I sat with a tourniquet on my arm and watched the clear vial fill with the scarlet liquid that eventually may answer the cancer question. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball.  Worry is wasted energy!  It does not prevent the sorrows or fears of tomorrow, but steals today's strength and joys.  I'm choosing another route! Being empowered by pinpointing the positive and putting it in a prayerful place.  Cast aside your worries - join me there!