Fresh off the heels of a all-things-Greta weekend, I find myself situated quite comfortably at The Stockade Bed & Breakfast in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Pulling up to the digs, its not the typical plantation-style abode, complete with hanging ferns, Antebellum pizzaz and what-not. Looking more like a midwest crib, The Stockade is nothing short of legit.
Google "The Stockade Bed & Breakfast" and you can see pictures. I'm staying in "The Blue Room" with a spacious bathroom and walk-in closet. Actually, as I look around, this room is exactly what I would wish of a master suite. Large enough to do a Kathy Smith step aerobics tape without kicking a table or knocking over a lamp, my quarters are awesomly equipped with a TV (complete with a dvd AND VHS TAPE PLAYER), lots of soft towels, a mini-fridge full of Diet Coke and my own A/C unit. I could get used to this.
You're probably thinking, "Why the heck is Jennie in Baton Rouge?" I have a meeting at the Coca-Cola plant tomorrow and a early meeting on Thursday back down in Naw'lins. I purposely spread this trip over a few days so I could participate in MY MOST FAVORITE THING..... sightseeing at plantations. Yep. Eat your heart out Scarlett O'Hara, because I'm talkin' bout the real deal.
Google the following items:
San Francisco Plantation
Laura Plantation
St. Joseph Plantation
Oak Alley Plantation
Myrtles Plantation
Seperate from my dream to live on a ranch in the mountains of Idaho or Colorado, I also want to live the life of a southern belle (minus the pearls, bourbon and high humidity). Maybe its the architecture or the Spanish Moss hanging from the trees? I also wanted to add that southern girls aren't typically seen in sweat pants (you should see my outfit right now). My flight get-up was nothing less than borderline "hangover."
I'm having baby Greta withdrawl. I wonder if I can check myself into Dr. Drew's Pasadena Recovery Center for baby fat smooshie issues? Bai Ling, Steven Adler, The Long Island Lolita and I can form a crew and talk about our problems.
How is it possible for a 1-month-old to be so addictive? I think I logged in 7.9 full hours of holding her. Not to mention, changing blown out baby panties, kissing her baby bird hair and touching Greta's soft feet definitely reached 87 minutes.
I can tell Carrie is feeling the lack of consistent sleep. When I was at their house, Carrie was able to catch a few hours on Saturday and a couple on Sunday. If I don't get a full 7-8 hours, the penguins start coming out and I can't remain sane.
It's time to talk about it: I've put it off long enough...... TOT MOM (Nancy Grace's pet name for Casey Anthony). Several days past the verdict, I can't squash my emotions any longer. She is guilty. G-U-I-L-T-Y as the day is long. Below are the smoking guns that the jury failed to ponder:
-The three (3) pieces of duct tape found over Caylee's mouth and nose
-The myriad of lies that Casey Anthony told authorities
-Casey Anthony showed little/no remorse during the court coverage*
-Casey has no alibi to free her of suspicion
*Sociopaths by definition are able to be without remorse/detach themselves from emotion
The prosecution did a stand-up job presenting the Caylee Anthony case. The defense, I THOUGHT, sucked it up from the very first word uttered by Jose Baez. Accidental drowning? Really? Is this year one of law school?
To Be Continued......
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