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Monday, June 3, 2013

WHO'S THE MOST HATED WOMAN IN AMERICA?

 
Who’s the most hated woman in America? If you had asked a few years ago, you would have heard a resounding Casey Anthony. Today however, as I’m sure you know from the media circus that’s been commandeering the various outlets, is whom I call, the Queen of Cool—Jodi Arias.  
 
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think this woman is cool at all. I think she’s the Queen of Deceit who obviously thought her good looks and cleverly thought out calm demeanor was going to free her from the heinous crime she’d committed on June 4, 2008 when she took Travis Alexander’s life.

Let’s take a look at the facts: Ms. Arias is currently a 32 year old wholesome-looking, attractive woman, who appears as though she couldn’t hurt a fly. But from what we’ve learned through her own admission, and the evidence presented—is not the sweetheart she pretends to be. And the jury certainly didn’t think so when they convicted her of pre-meditated 1st degree murder of her former lover, Travis Alexander. A man she stabbed multiple times over his entire body, slit his throat right through to his spine, then ultimately shot him in the head, right above his eyebrow that ended the final chapter of what would have been a budding career and bright future!  Why such a horrific crime? She claims it was self-defense. But if she really believed that, why did she run off and try to cover up what happened? Why did she clean his apartment afterward, wash the bloody towels, and even ran his camera through the washing machine? Why did she run the dishwasher? There was a knife in the basket, but it’s unclear as to whether it was the actual knife. Why did she lie to the police by saying she hadn’t been there? And then when they presented evidence to the contrary, why did she change her story and admit she was there when two masked intruders came?  

So what happened? What caused this woman to commit such a brutal crime? The experts say it was a jealous rage when she found out the victim was ending it with her.
Below is timeline of events.

In September of 2006, Jodi and Travis met at a work convention in Las Vegas. At the time, he was a motivational speaker and legal insurance salesman; she was a photographer who was seeking a position as a salesman. 

She was from California, he, from Arizona. Travis Alexander was a Mormon.
The two had an immediate attraction for one another and started dating. In November of that same year, Arias was baptized a Mormon, which was sponsored by Travis in a ceremony in Utah.
The two dated until June 2007 when they broke up, but they continued to see each other for sex. I guess neither took their vow of celibacy to heart. At the time, Jodi was living with her grandparents in California but later decided to move to Arizona where she took a job waiting tables and also cleaned Travis’ apartment for extra cash. And that’s where she found out that Travis was taking another woman on vacation with him. And according to one of the expert witnesses; this is what set her off.  She then moved back to her grandparents’ home in California.

In May of 2008, Arias’ grandparents reported a .25 caliber gun had been stolen from their home. Pictures presented during trial show the gun cabinet with a pile of loose change spread over top that went untouched.

On June 4, 2008, Arias decided to take a road trip to Utah to see another friend/love interest, but decided to take a detour to visit Travis. According to testimony, they had wild sex, took provocative photographs of each other, and afterward, she brutally murdered him and stuffed him into the shower. After her attempts to cover up what she’d done, she left and continued her trip to Utah as though nothing had happened. She even left a voicemail for Travis asking where he was.

On June 9, 2008, friends of Travis’ became concerned about his unexplained absence and visited his home only to find his dead body.  They called 911. When questioned by the police, his sister immediately gave them Jodi’s name. This is when Jodi’s denial began to crumble despite her insistence otherwise. This is when the camera she laundered in the washing machine defied her and ultimately produced the photographs from that fateful day that Travis Alexander was brutally murdered. Illicit photographs of their naked bodies, Travis’ bloodied body were reproduced off the card showing the date and time stamp. And interestingly enough, forensics determined the gun that was used to kill Travis was also a .25 caliber—just like the one stolen from Arias’ grandparents house. Neither the gun nor the knife was ever found. Jodi later claimed she threw them out into the desert but can’t remember where.
An overly confident Jodi appeared on Inside Edition and told her interviewer on live television, No jury is going to convict me. I am innocent, and you can mark my words on that. When asked why she smiled and posed for her mug shot, she claims there was no reason for her to feel bad because she was innocent. While describing the booking process, she said, her first thought was, ‘Wow,” she repeated, “this is just how they show it on television. She further commented that since her picture was going to be all over the Internet, why not smile and say cheese? Jodi’s mug shot>>)
Here is the link to the evidence presented by the state. WARNING:  Extremely graphic images.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/04/jodi-arias-crime-scene-photos_n_2412031.html

And then the Walls of Jericho came tumbling down and Jodi Arias was no longer able to lie. In August of 2010 she changed her story for the third time. She finally admitted to killing Travis. But now, her claim is self-defense. She said it all started after she had dropped Travis’ new camera. He yelled at her, which immediately led to his name-calling and body slamming her against the tile, apparently a frequent occurrence. She managed to get away and ran to his closet, grabbed a gun he had on the shelf, and pointed it at him never intending to pull the trigger, but to scare him. Contrary to this latest claim of brutality, during those eighteen days she testified, Jodi sang Travis’ praises as to how well he treated her.
In the end, Jodi’s testimony did her no favors because the jurors got to see the real Jodi, the Jodi who was the manipulative, conniving and cunning Jodi, who hoped her performance would sway the jurors. During her testimony, her eyes never wandered away from those twelve people. Not once did she say she was sorry for killing him. Not once did she show those jurors she had any remorse for killing him. Nope. Day after day, she sat up on that stand and acted as calm as cucumber. She answered the questions in a succinct manner as though she’d rehearsed each and every one—and chances are, she probably had.
The penal code in the Arizona court system is different from many other states in that the jurors are allowed to ask the defendant questions about their testimony. This jury hit her with 150 questions.

May 8, 2013, some five months later, Jodi Arias was convicted of 1st degree murder, and the jury was released for the night. They were advised the next day would be the final phase of the trial when they would get to decide her fate—life or death. The first step in the two-step phase of sentencing was for the jury to decide if Travis Alexander’s death was an especially cruel, depraved and heinous death. If so, she’d be eligible for the death penalty.
A reporter snuck in and interviewed her after the verdict was read. Jodi said she felt betrayed by the jury. What? She thought they were her friends? The one thing I noticed when the jury filed out one by one was Jodi stood and glared at each one as they exited.
The next day arrived and it was now the jury’s task to decide if Travis’ death was pre-meditated and if it was done in a heinous act of violence. In other words, was he aware of what was happening; was he in pain, etc? The experts say, absolutely. He was fighting for his life. They unanimously agreed. After it was announced, the defense asked for a polling of the jurors, to which each strongly voiced their affirmative vote.

Before the next phase, the Alexander family was given the opportunity to give an impact statement of what Travis’ death has done to them. Their voice weighs heavily on the defendant’s fate. They’ve asked the jury to come back with the death penalty. Behind closed doors the jury deliberated once again for many hours to no avail. They could not reach an agreement. Eight jurors said the death penalty, while four jurors said life in prison. When they announced it to the judge, she explained what it would mean if she had to declare a mistrial. She sent them back and told them to try harder. They spent the next day deliberating and ultimately came back with the same results.
At this point, the judge has no choice but to declare a mistrial only on the sentencing. It has nothing to do with the verdict. What this mistrial means is another twelve people will have to be selected to decide her fate. This means it can take months before they can even decide because they must read over every single detail of the trial, examine the evidence and ask questions.  
Plaintiff’s attorney can spare us the costs involved by taking the death penalty off the table, but I highly doubt the Alexander family will be satisfied with that. His one sister is a police officer—not in Arizona, but they have pretty strong beliefs in the justice system. So now, we wait for July to see what happens next.
In the meantime, Jodi is behind bars, in a tiny cell that only contains a bed, a toilet and a sink. Her food is delivered through a slot in the door. She remains in confinement for twenty-three hours a day with one hour to breathe in fresh air. She sees no other inmates nor is she allowed more than three showers a week.

As one would have expected, the Lifetime Network will present a two-hour movie entitled:  Jodi Arias: Dirty Little Secret, which will be aired June 22 at 8:00 p.m.

So what do you think? If you had served on this jury, what decision would you have reached on the sentencing of this woman? Life or death, and why?


Monday, May 27, 2013

THE AGONY OF DEFEAT

Well, as promised, here are the gory details. In two weeks, I've lost a half pound. No, I'm not cheating. I'm eating what my nutritionist told me to eat. All that said though, in  fairness I must tell you I've been sick with a cold and hacking cough. And you know what that means: medication, cough syrup, throat drops, anything to make you feel a little better. I can also attribute the no loss to my exercise regimen coming to a halt because of it. I'm just not feeling well enough to jog in this heat. I live in Arizona where it could be 85 degrees at seven o'clock in the morning.

 I'm still not giving up though, but I have to tell you, I am losing my enthusiasm pretty quickly. And by the way, just so you know I'm not delusional, I know that that half pound doesn't really even mean I've lost weight. Every day there's a two-point spread, up or down, on the scale, so chances are, that's it. But I'm going to maintain hope that it continues to drop.

I guess the good news is I haven't gained any weight either, even though I'm eating more. Go figure?

Saturday, May 25, 2013

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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

INTERVIEW WITH SANDRA LEESMITH, AUTHOR OF LOVE'S MIRACLES




Hi Carolyn,  Thank you for having me today.  

Tell us a little about yourself and your background? I am a retired teacher who published four novels during a sabbatical in the eighties. Love’s Miracles was published at that time by Lovestruck, an imprint of Warner Books.  I didn’t write novels when I went back to teaching, but started again after retiring in 2000. The writing styles had changed so I had to relearn my craft. I have since been published by Avalon Books and Montlake Publishing. Since I had the rights back for Love’s Miracles, I decided to put it back out there. It won several awards in the eighties. Since it deals with the Vietnam War, we are listing it as a historical romance.

Tell us about your new release, Loves Miracles.
From the agony of war to the tenderness of a touch. Dr. Margo Devaull came to Dominic Zanelli’s mountain retreat confident that she could help this Vietnam veteran overcome the torment that kept him apart from the world. But her training as a psychologist had not prepared her for the tragic, explosive contradictions brewing inside him. For here was a sensitive artist who could be gentle –and a man whose eyes flashed with violence and pain when he told her to leave and never come back. Yet Margo did come back, slowly gain his trust, and awaken the sleeping needs of his heart. While a torrent of desire filled caverns of longing in them both, Margo’s caresses could not stop Zanelli’s dark moods and sudden bouts of rage. Then suddenly she understood what she must do: only by reliving her own wounded past and helping her lover confront a terrible memory from the war could she set them free—and save their last chance for love…

Love's Miracles

What inspired you to write this story?
I was horrified at how our veterans were treated after the Vietnam War. They went off with the attitude that they were protecting their country and expected to be treated as heroes. However, they were spit upon, physically and psychologically attacked and generally hated for their service. Add the horrors of war to the idealism of these young men and women, you ended up with complex issues for characters to deal with. We still have young men and women coming home from war.

What do these characters do that is so special?
Both Zane and Margo must face their fears and overcome their anger and hatred for what they think they did in their own individual lives.  They must forgive themselves for the harm they think they did to someone they loved.

Do you have other books published?
Amazon currently released PRICE OF VICTORY and CURRENT OF LOVE which are both heartwarming romance novels.
In which genre do you write? Most of my novels are sweet romance. There is no sex, politics nor religion in Love’s Miracles but because of the elements of war, I wouldn’t call this a sweet romance. I would classify it as historical.

What draws you to this genre?
I’ve always loved romance ever since I would pick up my mom’s books as a child.

What actor/actress could you see playing your lead characters from Loves Miracles?
I could see Zane played by the hero Jim Caiezel who plays Reese in Person of Interest.
I think Stana Katic of Castle, who plays Detective Kate Beckett would be great as Margo.

How much research did you do for this story?
I had to do quite extensive research. One of my critique partners was a psychologist from the Veterans Administration Hospital in Reno.. I interviewed several Marines who helped with the war scenes and language of a Marine.  And the field of psychology has always interested me. It was my minor in college.

Where do your ideas come from?
That is a good question. I really don’t know. They come from deep inside and I suppose are reflections of the people I meet, know and interact with. I travel a lot and get ideas from tidbits of history I learn or news I hear.

Now for the age-old question: Do you work from an outline or by the seat of your pants waiting to see where the characters take you?
I’m definitely a plotter. I like to have each chapter outlined before I start writing the novel. Now that doesn’t mean the characters won’t take me down unexpected roads, but basically I like knowing where I’m going.

What was the biggest challenge when you wrote this novel?
The biggest challenge was dealing with the real stories of war that I'd heard from family and friends. It broke my heart that they had to participate in such a horrific war and then be mistreated like they were at home

Is this book part of a series?
No. This is a stand alone.

What are your thoughts on writing a series?
I have mixed feelings about a series. I really love them when done well because it enables me to stay with characters I’ve come to love.

Do you think the book cover plays an important role in the buying process?


The book cover definitely has impact. For years, the traditional publishers spent most of their money on the book covers, so that tells it all.

Do you have any advice for other authors on how to market their books?
I really don’t have much advice as I’m learning as I go. I would be more interested in receiving advice at this point than giving it.  I can say one thing, you won’t sell a book if you don’t get it out there.

What part of your writing time do you devote to marketing?
When I wrote in the eighties, authors weren’t expected to do much of anything toward marketing. Consequently, a writer had much more time to write. In this day and age, no matter who your publisher is, an author needs to spend a big chunk of time marketing. I spend about two thirds of my writing time on marketing. I’m hoping that when the learning curve drops and I know more what I’m doing, I will market less and write more.

How can readers learn more about you and you work?
My website: http://www.sandraleesmith.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sandywardman?fref=ts Sandra Wardman Smith
Twitter    https://twitter.com/SLeesmithAuthor
Linked In: http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=45506488&locale=en_US&trk=tyah2
Blog: http://seekerville.blogspot.com 


Where can we purchase a copy of Love’s Miracles? 
Love’s Miracles will be offered free on Kindle over the Memorial Day Weekend. Electronic copies are available now. Print copies will be available some time in June. 


 Sandra is also offering a giveaway of Price of Victory. In order to win a copy though, you must leave a comment. The winner will be selected at random and will be notified by Sandra.

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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

LOBSTER GIVE-AWAY


I saw a commercial today advertising lobsters at a local restaurant, and it reminded me of something that happened to me a long time ago.  I thought I'd share this story with you.

When I was in high school, I walked into the house after school one day and no one was home. This was highly unusual for my stay-at-home-mom because she was always there.  If she wasn't cleaning, she was cooking or watching her soap operas, but the fact that she hadn't left a note was even more disturbing.  Seeing the kitchen in such a mess with lunch dishes and every pot sitting out on the counter at three thirty in the afternoon, I'd convinced myself something had to have happened. Lots of things went through my mind because she would never have left the kitchen looking like that. Knowing my mother's penchant for cleanliness and appearances, I knew she'd be furious if anyone saw the kitchen looking like that.  So being the good daughter that I am, I cleaned up.

 An hour later, mom and dad came waltzing through the door. When she noticed the kitchen, the first question out of her mouth was the status of her lobsters.  Needless to say, I was feeling a tad peeved because she didn't even acknowledge that I'd done a good job of cleaning up, but I replied that I had thrown them in the garbage.  The blood drained from her face.  It was as though I'd stabbed her in the heart. Disappointed, she groaned and told me I'd thrown away their dinner. Hey, I didn't know the difference.  I'd never eaten a lobster before.  I offered to go to the store but she told me they'd find something else for dinner.

Years later I was still haunted by that expression.  It was then that I decided it was about time to get rid of the guilt and make up for their lost dinner.  With Good Friday a week away, this was the perfect time to repent for my sins. As Catholics, the end of Lent means we can resume life as we knew it before we sacrificed for forty days, so this was fitting.  We're not a religious family by any stretch of the imagination, but we did go through the rituals. 

Working nearby a fish market, I left the office and ventured into the heart of the city. I'm sure you can imagine how busy the market was with it being Good Friday. Standing by the tank, I picked out two huge lobsters and watched as the fishmonger placed them into a bag and set it down on the counter. As everyone knows the price for buying fish on Good Friday is highly inflated. But quite honestly, I didn't care.  I was settling a debt.

When it comes to bugs and squiggly things, I must admit I'm a real wuss. Fact is, I'd never bought lobsters before and didn't know you purchased them alive. I tried picking up the bag, but I couldn't seem to make my hand wrap itself around the rolled up handle.  As I was standing there, one of the tentacles made its way out of the bag and was now wiggling around.  My heart was pounding like I'd just run a marathon. Try as I might, there was just no way I could pick up that bag.  When the second tentacle made its way out, I was a goner. The longer I stood, the harder it became and the thoughts running through my mind had me frozen in place. I probably stood there a good ten minutes, or at least it seemed that way to me, before the monger noticed me and inquired.  So I told him the truth. Hey, I'm a full disclosure kinda gal. Or maybe I thought he'd offer to carry the bag out.  :-) He snickered, grabbed a larger bag, filled it with the old bag, rolled it up and shoved it into my hand. Now, I had to carry it out.

I'm sure you can picture me holding that bag at arms length.  When I reached the car, I gingerly shoved the lobsters into the container I'd brought that I'd placed on the floor behind the driver’s seat. Only, I was afraid to press down too hard for fear they'd bite me.  Of course the claws were secured with rubber bands so there really wasn't any threat of that happening.  But at this point, the guilt was secondary to getting rid of those damn lobsters.

I slid behind the steering wheel and cranked up the engine. I made my way into the traffic and headed for my parents, but I could hear those damn lobsters moaning in the back seat.  And when I heard the crinkle of the bag, I freaked out big time because I'm thinking those lobsters are climbing up the back seat because they know what's about to happen to them.

Fortunately, I had to pass by the law office where I worked, and I decided to ask my boss if he would help me. Thank God the man was still there. After much laughter on his part, and a secured container, I was on my merry way to my parents.  Now, I was feeling good.  I was about to settle the debt I'd been carrying around and I knew my parents were going to be thrilled.  They hadn't had lobster in a long time because they couldn't afford it.

I smugly pulled into their driveway, rushed into the house and asked Dad to come out--I had a surprise for them.  My mother was all smiles.  She couldn't imagine what the surprise was and continued to bug me until I told her.  I'd never told her about the years this guilt had plagued me until that very moment.  She just said I was being silly and thanked me.

During my hour ride home, I was feeling quite content as I smiled and sang along with the radio.  At last, I was free.

The next day, I called my mother to ask her how the lobsters were and she said, "Oh, we gave them away.  Your father and I decided we don't like lobster." 

Monday, May 13, 2013

REPEAT AFTER ME, I WILL NOT GIVE UP!

I just returned from my 3 mile jog. Why do I jog? For a few reasons. It gives me a natural high, and it helps me with my weight. Well, at least it used to, but I haven't seen any results as of late. I exercise 6 days a week, 40-45 minute workouts. I've always exercised, maybe not as often as I do now, but I've been consistent. And speaking of consistent, I've been consistent with the jogging for the last four months.

But here's the thing: I jog, bike, do Zumba, and I use exercise bands. You'd think with all this exercise, I'd be skinny as a rail. Ha! I wish.  And while I don't expect to have the figure I had when I was younger, I do expect to see movement on the scale--in the opposite direction, that is!

I've been on a diet as recommended by a sports nutritionist for the last week, and at weigh-in, I didn't lose an ounce, nor did I see a loss of inches. I suppose I should have told you I'm the least patient person on the planet. But I expected to see results and I'm disappointed I didn't. I keep telling myself I need to persist. Nothing is ever gained (geez, I hate that word), by giving up.

During my workouts, I do wear a heart monitor so I can keep my heart rate up. I watch it throughout my jogging, and never let it go lower than the designated number prescribed by my nutritionist. I'm told my problem stems from dieting since I'm fifteen and that it will be harder to lose. So, I continue to record everything I put in this mouth using MyFitnessPal, which is a free App and has an incredible database of foods. It even allows you to add calories manually if it's not listed.

So, I've promised myself that I will do a Monday update on this blog to report my progress. It is my hope that my persistence will pay off because I'm not giving up! I owe it to myself to succeed.