Strange Timing…

Posted: July 25, 2017 in Uncategorized

The other day I posted on Facebook the following:

“Last November, a young boy named Robert Bee was reported missing. He has been missing ever since without a single lead into his whereabouts. I followed the case pretty closely for quite some time but found that I was so sickened by the internal drama of all the “support” groups on social media that I backed off and just kept track via news and media outlets.

Thousands of children go missing every year. Many are never recovered and many are found deceased. For those not from my immediate area, the details of this particular case have likely not crossed your radar. There are many things that just don’t add up about his disappearance and the general consensus is that his mother either 1) killed him or 2) knows who did. None of the stories she gave ever seemed to be consistent or lined up, she has been absent from all of the vigils and searches, she moved about a hundred miles away from where Robert was last seen and changed her phone number, the list goes on and on.

People involved are disgusted with the mother, frustrated with law enforcement, at constant odds with one another on social media, and at a loss for how to help. An outside organization came in to do searches, and even that is getting flack. They found a sweatshirt and law enforcement said it wasn’t what he was reported as having been last seen in. OK – but there hasn’t been much of anything the mother (who supposedly gave the report of what he was last seen wearing) has said that was truthful or accurate. Could the sweatshirt belong to anyone? Could it have washed down river and into a field post flood? Yes. Could it have flown out of the back of a pick up or window of a passing car? Yes. Of all the reports for organized searches – none of the ones created by locals had more than a handful of people in attendance. Police at one point asked people to reign in searches on private property (with good reason). An outside group comes in and searches in areas that no one did and people are up in arms that they are getting everyone’s hopes up with a sweatshirt that has no connection. HOW DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT IS A CONNECTION?

Personally, I think this young man is dead. I also think his mother is involved. It may or may not have been by her own hands, but I do think she had something to do with it. There is a lot of history and back story that precedes this entire thing. But the bottom line is a young boy is missing. No one should be upset that a third party organization is performing searches. No one should be upset that they are presenting possible evidence. No one should be pissed off because the news is reporting one way or the other about what has been found – because that coverage keeps this disappearance in the spotlight, regardless of the findings of the article of clothing or whatever might turn up. I just think that everyone, law enforcement included, should keep an open mind about what turns up because the reality is – the only KNOWN FACT is that Robert Bee is missing. Period.

I don’t fault law enforcement for how they have navigated this either, for the record. Law enforcement is exactly that – LAW. They are bound by certain constraints regarding detainment and evidence. The public is not going to know every card LE is holding. They are not going to make a move until they know that they can make something stick, they are not going to scare off someone they are keeping tabs on and they don’t want to screw up a case based on a technicality. If there is no immediate risk to any one else, they will be patient – even when it is uncomfortable for the spectators.

Bottom line, I would love to see this boy found. I would love to be proven wrong and have him turn up alive and well, but I am not holding out hope for that. I would also like, when the time comes, that whoever did this to him pay the price for their actions… And if that means the news channels have to post his story and any non-story about his disappearance, then OK. If that means a third party group has to come in and perform searches, then OK. It isn’t going to change my life one bit and getting on social media to complain about it isn’t going to make a positive difference either. The only thing I am able to do at this time (and always) is pray that he is at peace and that they bring him home to gain justice for his death.

#peopleneedbetterhobbies #RobertBee #bonsaibee #oneofthousandsofmissingkids #trucks4kids #pekinil #pekinpolicedepartment #lisabee #Ithinkthemomdidit”

Merely a few hours later, breaking news posted that human remains were found in South Pekin, IL – not far from where the boy went missing.  Tidbits of information started flying about the Internet – putting the mom’s ex-boyfriend in proximity of the place where the remains were found, comments about how frequently or infrequently the location must have been mowed inside of 8 months, one group that calls themselves “Team Bonsai” claims to have searched that area several times and that a family member had “steered them away from the building” near where the skeletal remains were found… Nothing odd about that at all.  SERIOUSLY???  Eight months have gone by since Robert Bee disappeared and this “group” was in support of finding him and DIDN’T THINK IT ODD THEY WERE TOLD WERE HE WOULDN’T BE????? Why did no one report this to the local law enforcement? I am the type of person that when someone tells me not to look somewhere or go somewhere – I WANT TO KNOW WHY and WILL PROBABLY PUSH THE ISSUE.  Unnerving if true.

The remains were removed and no comment was made regarding possible identification, but they were ordering dental records.  I understand how it works – this is an emotional case and they don’t want to speculate.  Robert Bee was missing a front tooth, a permanent adult tooth.  I doubt that went un-noted by the detectives and officers – or the coroner.  An autopsy was scheduled for 8:00am CST today, in Peoria.

This afternoon, the pathologist and forensic dentist confirmed that the remains are consistent with a teen aged male.  DNA tests have been ordered.  I think we all know the ending to this part of the story.

If the DNA tests come back conclusive to Robert Bee, I am happy for two reasons – 1) he will be at rest and 2) with a body the ante in this game just went up.  It is safe to say that there will be detainments and arrests.  I think that under pressure the mother is going to fold.  I think the entire house of Jerry Springer-esque cards are going to come crashing down and there might even be some surprises.  I am angry that over the course of the last eight months – plenty of people knew something and left this poor boy to rot while strangers put far more effort into locating him and bringing him home that his own family – especially his “mother” – did.  I am angry that it appears (if the claim is true) that he could have been laid to rest months ago.  He deserved better in life, the least he could have had was peace in his death.

I hope that justice is served to any and all that played a part in this.  Sadly, there will be some who plea out and roll over and don’t get what they truly deserve.

Thank you for stopping by…sorry it wasn’t a lighter note.

**Disclaimer – I do not know why it was put on my heart to post about Robert Bee when I did.  There have been plenty of things that have come up with his case over the eight months that made my skin crawl and my blood boil.  It was purely coincidental that I chose to comment on him – beyond a handful of early content shares to keep an eye out for him – right before he was potentially located. I had considered volunteering for the searches but there was entirely too much drama surrounding those groups and it felt like it would have been a circus rather than a ground search. I had no connection to this case, this family or any of the efforts other than following via social media and news outlets. 

I miss this…

Posted: July 17, 2017 in Uncategorized

Wow, so much has changed since the last time I posted or maybe not so much…

First, I am still at 100% with my no McDonald’s and no soda.  Hasn’t really impacted my weight in a positive fashion but I am sticking with it.

Second, yes, I still have Gizzy.  She is still the most bipolar animal I have ever encountered.  She weighs at least 30 pounds and is as moody as a 16 year old girl.  We haven’t fostered or rescued any wildlife recently, so that sucks a bit but we are working on some other things and hopefully we will have exciting changes in the future.

Speaking of exciting and changes, had a son get married.  Andy married his sweetie, Lauren a year ago this August and come January 2018 – I will be a grandma!  Pretty excited about that…have so many cool things to teach a little one.  My other son, Austin, made a pretty big move to Kansas City, MO.  And Abby is growing up – way too fast.

I have some outlines and ideas drafted for posts.  Some insightful and some, ok most, not so insightful.  Life seems to move too fast, maybe writing about it will make it seem like that isn’t so much the case… I feel like I have lost a little bit of my light in the mix and I really do want to get that back.  I would hate to let my super power (sarcasm) dwindle to nothing; I have so much of it to share with the world.

So, God and time willing, I will hopefully be able to pop on here and add some content from time to time – and I really do mean more than once every two years.  (I noticed that there are several other “That’s What She Said” blogs on WordPress – need to get my relevance up to squash them!)

So welcome back….and thanks for stopping by!

 

My Quest….

Posted: November 13, 2015 in Uncategorized

OK, so maybe not a “quest” per se, but my current goal/obsession/good-for-me project/new-years-resolution/what-have-you has been to avoid soda and McDonald’s for an entire year.

And so far…I have been successful.  And it feels good (or at least part of it does) but not for the reason most would expect.

Since January 1, 2015, I have not eaten McDonald’s fast food or had one of their coffee drinks.  Why, because I hate their service and the lack of competency.  It irritates me to no end that when I request “no cheese” — I get cheese on my burger.  I get very frustrated that every time I order, regardless of any special requests, that I have to pull into one of the “wait” spots…for FAST food.  I despise the fact that when I call customer service, or a manager, to complain – nothing changes.  So, I decided to stop eating there.  I just wish that the rest of my household had the same resolve.

I think one of the biggest reasons, was due to the time that I had a McDonald’s manager tell me, “F*ck You!” in the drive through while flipping me off and then sticking out her tongue…I kind of realized at that point that the service and quality would never get any better if those were the types of management qualified people they chose to hire.  Now I realize that not all McDonald’s managers, or even workers, are of the sub par quality that was demonstrated that day; but honestly, the consistency in which I got poor service or incorrect food orders (and still do for the others in my house that are still addicted) shows that there is a high percentage of careless, uncommitted, unprofessional food service workers wearing the big yellow “M” on their hat.  I wish that I would have made my commitment to abandon the French fires and special sauce then, but actually waited a few months.  Seeing that manager still employed at that store made my blood boil every time I drove through.

And to think these employees consider themselves worth $15/hr when many of our Emergency Responders don’t make that.  Insane.

As for the soda, I really didn’t drink that much of it anyway so it hasn’t been much of a challenge.  It would have been nice to say that I lost 20 pounds just by cutting it out, but alas that is not the case.

I think that next year (in addition to my zero tolerance policy for McDonald’s) I will add a new boycotted restaurant…I just need to figure out which one it will be.  Any suggestions?

And as always…Thanks for stopping by!

 

Need to get back to this….

Posted: November 10, 2015 in Uncategorized

Writing is therapeutic, cathartic and a relatively safe form of self expression for me…I think it might be time to dust off the blog and try and find my creative wit again.  😎

Wish me luck…

So I like to do nice things for people.  Nothing makes me feel better inside than helping someone that doesn’t expect it or better yet would probably not ask.  So yesterday, Abby and I set off to be helpers.

I have a good friend that is managing two properties right now (transitioning, so to speak) and has a full load of various big girl responsibilities.  She recently purchased a place in a neighborhood and is very conscience about not being a troublesome/problematic neighbor.  Since our weather doesn’t seem to know what bi-polar cycle is it in right now, the grass was starting to get pretty tall, pretty fast and I knew that she would have a hard time being available when there was no rain (or snow, with the current temps).  That being said, Abby and I loaded up our mower and lawn bags and headed over to surprise her.

Since my husband doesn’t buy anything that isn’t built like a stinking TANK, our push mower pretty much weighs as much as  a rider.  I didn’t have any issues loading or tying it down in the back of the truck for the trip over but once I got to her house and started to unload it….

RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP…………………………………………….

Blew the seat outta the back of my pants.  And I don’t mean a little hole…  I turned around and said Abby, “I think I ripped my drawers!”  And she started giggling…  “Momma, I can see your, um….butt!”

Note to self, reconsider thong underwear if you’re inclined to blow your seat out.  Second note, go buy new pants….

Man, was that breezy!  Oh, and for anyone that happened to SEE that….my bad! Hope you are not blind now!

Thanks for stopping by….

Politically Incorrect….

Posted: March 3, 2014 in Uncategorized

I was going to post this on FaceBook as just a status, but figured it would 1) be long winded and 2) would certainly piss a few people off.  I have never been one to shy away from having my own opinions; but I try to be respectful and not beat people over the head with them.  I am not afraid to tell people that I am a Christian and I can’t think of any reason why I should feel like I need to hide my opinions about illegal immigrants, or other issues, concerns or things in general. I have attempted to be brief here with reason, trust me I could go into great, vivid detail to support my feelings on this.  Isn’t it the 1st Amendment and our ability to HAVE opinions that are supposed to make this country great?  I don’t think that being bullied into being agreeable for the sake of political correctness is quite my cup of tea.  While I can get extremely fired up about issues that I feel strongly about – it is never my goal or style to be rude or derogatory in expressing them; however, if you find offense – that would qualify as YOUR opinion.  That being said….

Something to think about… you don’t have to be a “sheep” or a “sheople” by only following what the government  is telling you, or following what direction the political winds direct you – i.e., GOP, Liberal, etc.  Any influence followed blindly qualifies.  Sometimes, the sheep among you are the wolves.  Sometimes, it’s easier and more comfortable to attempt to be politically correct or sympathetic – NOT EVERYTHING YOU ARE LED TO BELIEVE IS TRUE AND ACCURATE.  For some it might be many things, for others it might be one thing – one thing is for certain…for NONE is there not at LEAST one thing.  I used to have a liberal, sympathetic opinion about something in particular…and then I got close to that thing and found out it was NOTHING like it was being portrayed.  Did I feel betrayed?  Lied to and used?  Yes.  It is complete and total saturation? No, but I can say that based on my experience and slice of the demographic, it is far more prevalent than “few and far between” or isolated. In fact – wide spread and common, come to mind.  Is that judgmental?  Is that biased?  Is that stereotyping?  NO.  It is life experience.  It is research.  It is a census, based on my numbers and experience.  As a people, we should all base our opinions on more than just what someone else says…especially, if that someone has something to gain from it.

Please don’t believe everything you see, hear or read…we are so easily made to feel guilty if we don’t put a hand out for others.  Sometimes, when our hands are out – there is an accomplice reaching in our back pocket.  Would you give up your home and all your food and potentially your freedom for a total stranger in need?  Not because you wanted to…but because everyone told you that person deserved it so much that you were obligated to?  Would you let a squatter that broke into your home while you were away on vacation continue to live there after you returned?  If you went to get a mortgage and discovered that someone had been using your social security number – had earnings reported (that taxes were never reported to the IRS on) and have debts for items you never purchased – would you ignore it?  Of course not.

Then why is it acceptable for our country?

If someone came into your home, invited or by other means, and proceeded to disrespect you and your family members?  Not figuratively…verbally.  Physically.  Would you ask them to leave?  If they spat derogatory comments at you, laughed about your generosity toward them and made lewd, out of line comments about your wife or daughter – albeit in a language you did not understand and with a smile on their face – would you be inclined to embrace these persons?   What if it was your brother in law?  Your uncle?  Your neighbor?  Would you be going out of your way to provide for them…especially if you felt that they were ungrateful, greedy and unworthy?  These would be opinions formed from experience, would they not?

We are guilted into feeling like we have to agree with immigration reform.  We are guilted into believing that extreme welfare reform is inhumane.  We are bullied into accepting law breakers and con-artists as a human right to a life of abundance.  Not a better life…in America, these things end up being abundances – while middle class disappears and taxpayers foot the bill.

I talk to people every day that agree with then things I have stated here.  People that are in fear of America and it’s government no longer being viable because it diluted it’s economy with entitlements and Western Union Money Transfers to Mexico.  Yet, this side of the argument…gets buried – under the guilt, the fear of being labeled.  I can relay my family’s experiences (that are not isolated by any means) and people don’t want to “hear” the bad stuff – the things that make people feel uncomfortable. No one wants to be politically incorrect….until it hits them square in the gut.  Good luck with that.

Thanks for stopping by…

Gizmo…Gizzy…Gizzard…

Posted: July 2, 2013 in Uncategorized

Raising (or rehaIMG_20130701_160528_863bbing, if you prefer) an orphaned raccoon has been an interesting experience; but beyond interesting – it has been so rewarding.   The response from others to this adventure has ranged from excitement and interest to fear and doom.  Many people are urging me to keep her (of course, they don’t live with her 😎 ) and a couple of others are convinced that I will be found with my jugular chewed out of my throat.

 

I never expected to feel such a connection to this little critter – at least not anymore of one than I do any of the other wild animals that come to visit and sometimes stay; but Gizmo, or Gizzy  – as I tend to call her…is different on so many levels.  Her intelligence and interaction have created more of a relationship and the fact that I have been her primary caregiver since she was found (at about 5 weeks of age) has created a special bond.  She is excited to see me when I get home, she cries at the door when I am away; she follows me everywhere and comes when I call her.  She isn’t a great “listener” but of the humans in our house – I would say that I am the one she “minds” the beIMG_20130624_155758_380st.  She likes to sleep with me – in my bed and chatters at me when she is tired.

She has a personality and has definitive likes and dislikes.  She is getting more and more curious (i.e. destructive) and keeping her clock turned around to our convenience is getting harder and harder.  She uses the litter box – but not consistently, so I tend to take her in there frequently.  She has favorite snacks (Molasses cookies and Ritz crackers) and will snarl if she thinks you or the dogs are going to try and steal them.  She plays with and snuggles both the pups and isn’t overly fond of the cats…but I think that is due to a lack of interaction.

She likes to rough house and play fight, and her claws and teeth are sharp.  At night when she is tired, she likes to gently nibble on my fingers until she falls asleep…often either on my pillow or tucked under the blanket next to me.  If she wakes up before me (which fortunately, isn’t often) she will poke me in the ear or nose with her little fingers.  On occasion, I am the recipient of a loving wet Willie.

She is a clepto.  She likes shiny things – coins, fingernail clippers, hair clips, and plugs.  She also likes to steal the hair bands out of my hair.  She likes to play with cell phones and tries to carry them off.  Like a baby…everything goes in her mouth!   She likes car rides and spends most of the time curled up on my lap.  She doesn’t like confined spaces (unless it is by HER design – base cabinet in the bathroom) and will let you know by expelling her poop in the enclosure.

She seems to enjoy taking a shower, at the very least she didn’t shred me when we tried.  She stretched out in my arms and let the warm water run over her.  She didn’t seem to mind the good smelling shampoo and conditioner – unlike the dogs, who both roll in dirt and stinky stuff as soon as they get done being bathed.

I have been the recipient of random raccoon hugs and kisses (which just like they sound will melt your heart) and I have also been bitten.  I do not blame her for the bites, she was injured and it is her natural reaction – no different than me wanting to punch a wall (or the nearest available human) when I stub my toe.  Yes, she gets snarky at times, more so with others than with me… I respect that she is still a wild animal and understand that I will not always be in control of her.  And those are the things that will both make this the hardest and the best parting of ways ever.

I bottle fed this baby three times a day for weeks and have cared for and cleaned up after her.  Her response to me is unlike anything I have ever experienced from an animal.  She would not have survived had it not been for my inteIMG_20130526_073339_575intervention.  Could I or should I have done this differently, from a bonding perspective?  Probably.  Would I – no.  I find that during the day, I miss her – probably just like she misses me.  Sadly, she makes me feel needed and her affection and desire to seek me out makes me feel like she somehow appreciates what I have done for her. I know in my heart that she will eventually be much happier having the ability to roam free and it isn’t safe enough in our neighborhood for that to happen – but the thought of not having her running to me when I get home is really pulling at my heart.

I don’t want people to be disillusioned either – this has been a lot of work and not without risk.  I do not feel that the rabies hype is nearly as problematic as they make it out to be – however, it is still a very real concern with wild animals and especially raccoons.  Other types of parasites are an issue and general bacteria and infections, as well.  She is messy.  When she has separation anxiety, she freaks out and will make a mess with her feces.  She is busy and always into something, touching, tasting, digging, chewing.  From a pet care stand point, she is much harder than puppies or kittens and requires constant supervision.  She is FAST and stealthy.  If she follows me out the door I have to make sure that I know where she is so she doesn’t get hurt or better yet, get under my feet and trip me.  We tried a collar with a bell and that worked well until she figured out how to take it off.  Did mention she is smart?  😎

Every day she develops a little more and becomes a little more independent and obstinate, I think that in a couple of weeks we will be ready to move her to a new, more appropriate home…but not without many, many tears on my part.

Thank you for all those who have followed this adventure and thanks for stopping by….