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Top Psycho Moms: 10 of the Worst

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China Arnold: Back in November of 2006 - China Arnold was arrested on suspicion of murdering her newborn daughter by putting the baby in a microwave oven. She was jailed on a charge of aggravated murder, more than a year after she brought her dead month-old baby to a hospital. Evidence included high-heat internal injuries and the absence of external burn marks on the baby. Rather than the death penalty, she was given life in prison without possibility of parole in August of 2008.

Susan Smith: Susan strapped her children into their car seats and ended their lives by putting the car in neutral and letting it roll down the boat ramp.   Michael and Alex Smith became murder victims when Psycho Mom reached into the car and released the parking brake sending the family car into John D. Long Lake.  She also initially lied, fabricated a story about a car-jacking and sent police and the public on a manhunt for a fabricated African American male. Judge Howard Susan Smith to thirty years to life in prison.  Psycho is eligible for parole in 2025.

Andrea Yates: Andrea filled the family tub with water and beginning with Paul, she systematically drowned the three youngest boys, then placed them on her bed and covered them. Mary was left floating in the tub. The last child alive was the first born, seven-year-old Noah. He asked his mother what was wrong with Mary, then turned and ran away. Andrea caught up with him and as he screamed, she dragged him and forced him into the tub next to Mary’s floating body. He fought desperately, coming up for air twice, but Andrea held him down until he was dead. Leaving Noah in the tub, she brought Mary to the bed and laid her in the arms of her brothers.  Andrea’s original conviction was overturned and she was found not-guilty by reason of insanity.

Sabine Hilschenz: In April of 2008, A German appeals court confirmed a 15-year prison sentence handed to this woman for killing eight of her newborn babies in the country’s worst post-war infanticide case. The remains of the babies were found in buckets and flowerpots at the home she shared with her husband, and in an old fish tank at the home of her parents in the town of Brieskow-Finkenheerd in former communist east Germany. She gave birth to nine babies - 2 boys and 7 girls - between 1988 and 1998. She was also accused of killing the first of the 9 babies, born in 1988, but the lower court ruled that the time in which she could be charged in connection with that death had lapsed.

Banita Jacks: In January of 2008, she was charged with three counts of felony murder and one count of first-degree murder while armed. She murdered 4 children in grisly fashion. Jacks told police that her daughters were possessed by demons and that each died in her sleep during a seven- to 10-day period. Preliminary findings were that Brittany was stabbed to death and that Aja died from blunt-force impact to the back of her head and possible ligature strangulation. Both Tatianna and N’kiah also had “apparent ligature evidence” on their necks that was “somewhat more defined than that noted on Aja Fogle’s neck,” court documents said. She kept her daughters for many months. Their bodies were found in the home severely decomposed.

Deanna Laney:  This psycho mom, who reported that she killed two of her three children “on God’s orders” was actually acquitted in April of 2004 and ordered into a state psychiatric facility in Texas.  Laney, an East Texas housewife, locked her sleeping husband in their bedroom and then went to Joshua and Luke’s room. She escorted Luke to a rock garden in the front yard of their home, which is encircled by a white split-rail fence. Laney told her son to lie down with his head on a rock and she took another large rock, raised it over her head and brought it down onto his skull. She then killed Joshua in the same manner. Both children were found dead with large stones lying on their chests. Aaron, the third son, 14 months old, was attacked with a rock in his crib but did not die.

Lisa Diaz: To “save her children from an evil world” - she drowned them.  Both of them.  Briana, 6, and Kamryn, 3, back in 2003.   A Collin County jury decided in August 2004 that Ms. Diaz did not know it was wrong to drown her two young daughters. She had been suffering from psychotic delusions and thought she was being merciful by killing them, according to testimony during the trial. As a result, the jury found her not guilty by reason of insanity. Prosecutors disagreed, saying that there were no signs of mental illness at the time of her arrest. In fact, they said, she showed remorse for her actions.  She was released after being found “mentally stable” after little more than 2-years in a psychiatric hospital.

Dena Schlosser: This psycho mother killed her eleven-month-old daughter, Margaret Schlosser, in 2004, amputating the baby’s arms with a knife and offering her to God.  This crazy bitch is actually soon to be a free woman.  Another mother who gets off lightly after killing children, she was found not-guilty by reason of insanity.  Now, she is moved to outpatient care and will be free from any punishment.

Geneviève Lhermitte: Back in 2007, this mother slashed the throats of her five children before trying to commit suicide in the Belgian town of Nivelles. Unfortunately, she wasn’t successful in killing herself as effectively as she took the lives of her offspring. The girls Yasmine,14, Nora, 12, Myriam, 10, Mina, 8, and a boy Mehdi, 3, had all been “killed with a knife” and the mother had called the emergency services after an apparent attempt to kill herself with the same weapon.  She was “depressed.”  On December 19, 2008 Lhermitte was found guilty of the murders by the court and is now facing life imprisonment.

Fed up with poverty and ill health, a woman fed her six children food laced with a pesticide and later consumed the same herself in new Pannapur area of Hapur on Wednesday night.

Saroj Bala: 35, was married to a truck driver who was knee-deep in debt. She poisoned all 6 of her children. The three children identified by the police are Dolly, 14, Jyoti, 10, and Sanjeev, 9; the names of the three other children could not be ascertained. In a recovered suicide note, she has blamed herself for the tragedy.  The lack of blaming someone else or something else is stunning.  This psycho mom actually blamed herself and managed to succeed in taking her own life.  Among the six children, the eldest was a 14-year-old girl and the youngest a three-year-old boy.

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I have a few thoughts:

  • Ever notice how often child-killing mothers are excused for what they do?
  • Ever notice how often child-killing mothers get the “female sentencing discount” for their grisly crimes?
  • Do you ever wonder if the stats on domestic violence are skewed because mothers who kill their children or husbands or boyfriends are rarely, if ever categorized as “domestic violence?”
  • 61% of all child abuse is committed by biological mothers while only 25% is committed by biological fathers according to data available at the DHHS report on nationwide Child Abuse.

Reading is Fundamental: Ghost Stories

Reading IS Fundamental and children’s literacy is of paramount importance.  Check out the RIF link just because I feel like plugging it.  Help children learn to read and to enjoy doing so.  It will open up a world of opportunities for them!

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I am always thrilled when the kids read.  They all read well, both DW’s pair and my pair.  For my kids, reading for a minimum of 15-minutes per night during the week is a requirement.  I love it.  So do the kids.

I work very close to the boys’ school and my flexibility of schedule will, on occasion, afford me the opportunity to be involved in some small way in their class or the school generally.  I don’t get there a lot, but the 1 or 2 or 3 times per year I do, I will always remember.

Last year, I had the honor and privilege of being able to go to S1’s classroom on “What Does Your Parent Do For a Living” day.  Essentially, I had the undivided attention of a crew of 3rd-graders and got to explain what my title was and what duties I was required to perform for my company.  I also got to explain some of the products and their applications - many of which they were quite familiar with, so it made it easy and interesting for them.  From there, I was S1’s “guest of honor” and got to go to lunch and recess with all of them.  They were ALL thrilled and the kids were so excited to talk to me (and probably not nearly as excited as I was to talk to them) and their interest and attention to me was a wonderful experience.  Lots of high-fives and ear-to-ear grins.  S1 was proud to have me there and as much said so.

At the beginning of this year, during orientation for both kids’ classes, I took the opportunity to sign up in S2’s class for something called “The Mystery Reader.”  A parent comes into class on the designated date and at the designated time and gets to read to the entire class.  Needless to say, I was all over that.  I enjoy reading and I especially enjoy reading stories to children.  When I saw that October 24th was available, I quickly put my name down.  I wanted to read ghost stories for Halloween and it was only the 2nd week of September!  I also never told anyone about it.  I didn’t want S2 to know I signed up and didn’t want there to be any chance that the “Mystery Reader” would be exposed before he was seen.

I arrived on Friday and ran into the teacher in the hallway.  I found out the children were about to return from some activity and I was directed to the classroom to await their arrival.  I took my seat in the giant rocking reading chair in front of the reading carpet.  None of the first 7 or so children entering the class knew who I was, but the smiles and delight on their faceS was priceless.

They continued to shuffle in and teacher was asking if anyone recognized the “Mystery Reader” and no one had at this point.  Then came S2.  I gotta tell you I wanted to melt with happiness when our eyes met.  He flushed a little (probably from excitement & embarrassment) and he smiled so wide I’d swear to you the edges of his lips curled around his eyebrows.  I smiled wide and winked at him.

The teacher was pleased that I didn’t let the cat out of the bag to S2 because the clues she gave all week left the guesses down to 3 choices, S2’s dad being one of them.  Frankly, I’m surprised it didn’t come up in conversations during the week.  He beamed the whole time.

So I read two short ghost stories from a book about local hauntings.  I thought that they would be more interested in something with which they were familiar and would leave them chatting about it long afterward.  One of the ghost stories was about their very locality.  It was about a big black spectre - a nondescript black mass - that would haunt people out for evening walks or bird-watching or hunting in the woods that had existed long ago.  It didn’t kill, maim, or hurt - it was a bothersome ghost that sometimes struck fear into the hearts of those would come to see it.  The second story was about ghost children who haunted a gift shop located in an adjoining locality.  They were friendly children who often ran through the house in which the family shop operated at night or they would be heard singing or chatting with one another.  But they were never seen.

Two very cool stories if I do say so myself.  Nothing too frightening for 7 & 8 year olds.  They were captivated and full of questions between each story.  Some told of their own ghostly experiences, which was a hoot.  It took every bit of self-discipline to keep from laughing openly, but you could probably imagine how cute it was to look into the wide-eyes of a child telling how they or someone they knew saw some ghost somewhere at sometime.  (I almost couldn’t escape the class for all of the hands-raised and storytelling.)

At one point, one of the children asked, “Are those stories real?” In my infinite wisdom and desire to leave them something to consider, I replied, “Well, boys and girls, I can’t really say, it really depends on what YOU believe and what experiences YOU might have had.” In my best spooky sort of voice.  I told them to just be mindful of the black spectre when they were out and about on Halloween night.

The teacher immediately chimed in, “Nooooo… boys and girls, they’re not true, they’re just stories.”

Ooops.  I took that as my cue not to pursue the thought of them considering that ghostly hauntings may be true around Halloween.

As things wound down and I got my fill of looking out from my book to see them all leaning over, intently staring at me and listening to my words, I answered a few more questions.  The time had come for them to prepare for their assembly and I needed to head back to the office.  S2’s humongous smile never left his face the entire time and my heart couldn’t have felt any warmer had I set myself on fire.

As I headed towards the door under a hail of “thank-yous” and high-fives, I heard him call after me one more time in a voice that was far above all the others and oozed pride…

THANK YOU, DAD!!!

You’re welcome, S2.  THANK YOU. The experience was one I’ll never forget.  And if you, readers, get such opportunities… take them.  They don’t come around often and they’re gone before you know it.

A Day’s Bad Start (Lovin’ The Landlord)

I was sitting here in my office, staying late today, and laughing about the start of my day.

I’m staying late today because I arrived late.

I got up early to a fresh pot of coffee. As I poured the hot, steaming cup of morning goodness in my boxers and t-shirt, the sun was gleaming through the trees and I decided I would enjoy my java out on the patio… in the work state… no children… no DW. What a glorious morning. GLORIOUS.

As I pull the door shut behind me, something doesn’t quite feel right. I never lock the handle when I’m home. Only the deadbolt. Somehow, I manage to lock the handle and there I am in all of my boxer-shorted, bed-headed, t-shirted beauty. The van is locked. The keys are in the house. The windows I can readily access are closed. The phone is in the house.

I stand there with “that look” on my face. A walk to the nearest phone I could use is easily an hour and who am I gonna call? The property owner’s numbers are in my cellphone. I’d be arrested by the time I got there anyway!

As I walk down my drive I am relieved to see BOTH of their cars still in the driveway towards at the main home. A rare thing indeed, even at the early hour. Despite my first intuition being …they’re staying in for some morning love… I approach the door and knock hard.

When no one comes to the door despite two cars and several open garage doors, I’m certain that they’re engaged in the throes of passion.

So, I knock again and again. Not so much as a stir from within the home.

I resign myself to the fact that people are going to wonder why I didn’t show up for work. No call. No note. No nothin’. They will panic when I don’t answer my phone. Maybe they will call the police.

I sip my coffee in my boxers and t-shirt contemplating my next move when a carload of people - one of the landlord’s “crews” - pulls up and sees me standing there. I grin and say, Have any of you seen Mr. Landlord or Mr. Landlord?

(Laughter from the car and a wry smile from the driver, now reaching into the bed of Mr. Landlord’s trunk.) Lock yourself out, eh? You’re brilliant there, Chief.

They tell me that they’re walking their dogs along the road down by the farms and should be back shortly.

So, I sit on my wall and await their arrival… 40-minutes later… in my boxers and t-shirt. They laugh when I bid them good morning and they obviously know why I am standing dressed as I am. We make small talk about the summer and Mrs. Landlord comes out with the keys and we walk back up to my place and go through them one-by-one until we get the correct one.

I email work and let them know I’ll be about an hour late. Hey, at least they weren’t in the middle of a hot lovemaking session!

I was lucky they were actually home. I’m also very lucky that they’re such great people.

Warming up to Karaoke

I still contend that I couldn’t do it in public, say, in a bar in front of strangers. However, in front of friends, family, neighbors… I can handle it.

We’re at a family party in the neighborhood. Our neighbor friend has a high-end karaoke system in his basement that is better than anything I’ve seen out in public. Let’s just say he has a lot of disposable income and likes singing Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra tunes. If you saw him and knew his ethnicity - watching him in action would creep you out - he’s just that good.

He can’t do “fast songs” which is where I come in. I’ll do just about anything that I *think* I can handle. With kids there, we kept it to relatively acceptable tunes. At the “grown-up” parties, I’ve done Judas Priest, Limp Bizkit, Marilyn Manson, among other notable acts. Thankfully, no one has taken video… yet.

Highlights:

- I did Hush by Deep Purple, Kiss by Prince, among others…

- Sang I’m a Believer by The Monkees and Otherside by The Red Hot Chili Peppers with S1… who really has a good voice. I need to find a way to cultivate that. S2 has a wonderful voice, too.

- Did duets with DW on Unforgettable by Nate King Cole and Piano Man by Billy Joel.

- Me and SD1 doing a duet of Ozzy Osbourne’s Over the Mountain. I had been listening to a couple of my favorite stations and I am afraid I’ve poisoned her musical tastes with more “up-tempo” rock and roll and away from the vomitacious Top 40 craptasticism that kids are usually listening to. Think about that. A 9-year old girl singing Ozzy Osbourne. Lord have mercy on us all.

- Some of the other neighbors and their children participated as well.

DW and I have done that in the past at “grown-up” parties… but the sparkle in the kids’ eyes and the amount of fun we had yesterday was off-the-charts. What a great weekend.

Thanks for Nothing UPS!

This past weekend, DW - special woman that she is - had a surprise birthday party for me. Friends, family, neighbors - it was a really incredible bash. Live music in the living room, good food, and too much good to drink, too. Ugh! It was a great party and that’s probably an understatement.

Thanks again, doll! I love you! It was incredible!

Of course, DW tends to “set the bar high” and I know I have my work cut out for me for some future reciprocity. Yeesh.

In the meantime, due to work, we are apart this week and yesterday was her birthday. Cool dude that I am, I had arranged a special delivery to arrive on her birthday with words of love and adoration attached - wishing her a Happy Birthday! I was so proud of myself. As much an expression of appreciation for last weekend as it was a birthday gift.

I tend to get excited for things like this and I obsess about tracking the shipment as it departs and travels to the destination… HOME.

I go to the UPS site about every 30-seconds…

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5!!! EFF-FRIGGING-FIVER!!!

6/23/2008 - 8:10PM Billing information received.

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5!!! EFF-FRIGGING-FIVER!!!

6/23/2008 - 7:38PM Origin scan.

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5!!! EFF-FRIGGING-FIVER!!!

6/23/2008 - 8:25PM Departure scan. Miami, FL, US

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5!!! EFF-FRIGGING-FIVER!!!

6/23/2008 - 9:20PM Arrival scan.

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5!!! EFF-FRIGGING-FIVER!!!

6/23/2008 - 10:11PM Departure scan. Miami, FL, US

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5!!! EFF-FRIGGING-FIVER!!!

6/24/2008 - 12:44AM Arrival scan. Louisville, KY, US

F5 F5 F5 F5 F5!!! EFF-FRIGGING-FIVER!!!

6/24/2008 - 4:56AM THE PACKAGE WAS DAMAGED IN TRANSIT. UPS WILL NOTIFY THE SENDER WITH DETAILS. DAMAGED MERCHANDISE DISCARDED. UPS WILL NOTIFY THE SENDER WITH DETAILS OF THE DAMAGE.

Thanks for nothing UPS. You SUCK!

Thankfully, when I called the merchant, they were very understanding and, without yet having received notification of the details regarding the original shipment, put together a new package and shipped it to arrive today - on my word alone. Of course, they didn’t provide me a tracking number, so here I sit… waiting… wondering… worrying… if my special birthday delivery will make it to the deserving soul that is the love of my life… DW.

Stay tuned…

UPDATE IN THE COMMENTS! READ ON!


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