After dropping off the hubs at work this morning I was listening to the radio and the lady was talking about Lindsay Lohan is expected in court YET AGAIN to plead no contest on this whole theft thing. They mentioned that awhile back she was sentenced to 120 days in jail for a probation violation back in 2007. My spidey senses got the best of me so I did a little internet reading and found out that even though she's sentenced to 120 days she's likely to serve less than two weeks total. WTF????
I happen to have a huge problem with this. If anyone remembers, or for my newer followers who weren't around for this, my husband spent 3 days in jail for hunting without a license. THREE DAYS PEOPLE!!!!! For something incredibly stupid that turned out to never be indicted and no charges filed anyways. But because he was on a current probation for a DUI he was stuck in jail with a ridiculously high bond.
My blood has been boiling over this all morning. Why are celebrities not held accountable like normal people? Why will she not have to serve her entire 120 days in jail? Now, I'm not saying she's guilty or innocent and thats really not my rant here. My rant is, why is the justice system so screwed up? The big news here in Utah yesterday was how a woman was released from prison after 17 years there because a judge had now declared she was factually innocent of her charges. How come she lost 17 years of her life in prison when she was innocent in the first place? How come the people who can afford to spend thousands of thousands of dollars waste tax payers money on courts to stay out of jail instead of just accepting the responsibility for their actions and doing the time they were sentenced to?
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
13 Years
Thirteen years ago tomorrow I lost the most important man in my life, my daddy. He was my entire world. He was not just my daddy, but my best friend. Thirteen years later and this week has still not gotten any easier. It starts today because that was the day he went into the hospital, but he actually didn't pass away until tomorrow. Then his birthday is May 7th. He would've been 78 this year.
He missed all of the major events in my life. My high school graduation, never got to walk me down the aisle, and will never know his amazing grandson who carries his name. And he'll never meet this new baby about to enter into our life.
It breaks my heart that he's not here. He was such an amazing man. Full of warmth and love and life. He always had a smile on his face and went out of his way to make sure I was happy. He loved his children, his grandchildren, and his friends. He would've done anything for anybody. When he loved it was with his whole heart.
My dad was an amazing baker. He could make Elmer's glue taste like creme brulee. I have the best memories of my childhood making a huge mess in his kitchen baking cookies, cakes, and the Norwegian classic, lefsa. I got my first scar on his oven making chocolate chip cookies when I was six. Luckily for me, but not my waistline, I inherited his skills. I can't wait to pass them down to my children and only hope they mean half as much to them.
Nothing can take away my pain today. Nothing can stop my tears for the emptiness I have. I know the Lord will give me the strength to get through this week and make it another year without him. But today, I'm feeling the pain of not being able to pick up the phone and call him just to tell him I love him.
He missed all of the major events in my life. My high school graduation, never got to walk me down the aisle, and will never know his amazing grandson who carries his name. And he'll never meet this new baby about to enter into our life.
It breaks my heart that he's not here. He was such an amazing man. Full of warmth and love and life. He always had a smile on his face and went out of his way to make sure I was happy. He loved his children, his grandchildren, and his friends. He would've done anything for anybody. When he loved it was with his whole heart.
My dad was an amazing baker. He could make Elmer's glue taste like creme brulee. I have the best memories of my childhood making a huge mess in his kitchen baking cookies, cakes, and the Norwegian classic, lefsa. I got my first scar on his oven making chocolate chip cookies when I was six. Luckily for me, but not my waistline, I inherited his skills. I can't wait to pass them down to my children and only hope they mean half as much to them.
Nothing can take away my pain today. Nothing can stop my tears for the emptiness I have. I know the Lord will give me the strength to get through this week and make it another year without him. But today, I'm feeling the pain of not being able to pick up the phone and call him just to tell him I love him.
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