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WARNING: A Story NOT For the Feint of Heart

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Annah. Annah’s mother, Becky, decided that her good friend Camile would be a better mom for Annah, so she gave her up. Camile and her husband, Daniel, adopted Annah. Annah grew up in Wisconsin, knowing her biological mother as well as her adoptive parents. Annah was on the high-end of the autism scale and had ADHD and bouts of depression as she grew up. 

All was well until Camile and Daniel began having marital problems and split up. They divorced and Camile began a relationship with another man. Annah started having issues with her parent’s divorce and her mom’s new boyfriend. She began to act out. 

Annah had episodes of self-harm and Camile was worried. She had Annah admitted to a hospital to get treatment. She was put on medication and had regular appointments with a therapist. 

Eventually, 15-year-old Annah began having issues again and Camile, being extremely worried, got in touch with Annah’s biological mother, Becky. Becky was aware of the issues Annah was having along the way. Camile and Becky decided that perhaps they could help ‘reset’ Annah’s behavior and Becky agreed to take Annah home to her farm in Illinois. 

Annah was happy being on the farm with her biological mother. She loved taking care of the animals. She became a volunteer firefighter, like Becky. She enjoyed the people around her. Everyone loved Annah and they said she appeared happy.

A year later, everything changed. Stop here if you are easily upset.

Becky called the sheriff and reported 16-year-old Annah missing. The sheriff and his deputies searched and searched the 81-acre property but no Annah. After several days they called in cadaver dogs. The dogs searched and searched and didn’t hit on anything suspicious until they got to a burn pile. The pile was built up about 6 feet tall but the dog hit on the pile. The cadaver dog handler brought in another dog, and that dog also hit on the same area. 

After disassembling the burn pile, several bones, teeth, and a jawbone were found at the very bottom. It was later verified to be the remains of Annah. 

It was later learned that Becky had drugged Annah and when she thought she was dead, she put Annah in the burn pile and sat all night until her body was virtually gone. BUT at one point, Annah woke up! Becky panicked and knocked Annah out with a rake until she couldn’t scream anymore. 

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This is definitely a horror story but do you know that this really happened? I changed the names and left out many details, but this actually happened 5 years ago in my county! 

The mother’s trial was last week and we are awaiting the outcome of the MO vs. Ruud bench trial. The judge will be making his decision later this month.

You can read more about this case below:

https://www.yourtango.com/2017306114/new-details-mom-rebecca-rudd-tortured-murdered-autistic-daughter-savannah-leckie

Adoptive mother of girl killed in Missouri asks ‘What If?’

http://www.ozarkcountytimes.com/news-local-news/ruud-murder-trial-unfolds-springfield-recording-played-during-trial-where-ruud

MO vs. Rebecca Ruud Bench Trial DAY 1:

MO vs. Rebecca Ruud Bench Trial DAY 2:

MO vs. Rebecca Ruud Bench Trial DAY 3:

MO vs. Rebecca Ruud Bench Trial DAY 3 Closing Arguments:

I know, it’s hours of testimony and you don’t have time for that. I get it. But just in case you’re interested, I thought I’d add the trial links. It wasn’t the most professional trial, in my opinion. The audio and video also not so professional but I sat through the entire thing.

This case has bothered me since it happened. It just rips my heart out. I cannot even fathom how any mother or human being for that matter, could do what this woman has done! I know, innocent until proven guilty but she admitted that she burned the body, and after watching the trial and hearing all of the evidence, I believe she did more than that. 

Busy, Busy, Busy

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Well, really not that busy. Just busy not getting anything done, if that makes sense. Lack of sleep coupled with pain and mobility issues seem to keep the wheels spinning but I get nowhere.

Dad had his 85th birthday yesterday. I took him out for lunch since he says he doesn’t need anything. We had a fried shrimp basket with fries at one of our favorite places. I finally figured out the best time of the day to go there. It’s always so busy and being a small space, it’s just too damn loud to enjoy a meal when it’s crowded. Around 2pm is perfect except for one thing. Employees are cleaning during the slower hours and normally that doesn’t bother me but yesterday, one of the workers was cleaning the legs of the tables and chairs. It seemed like he was pissed because everytime he grabbed a chair he turned it upside down with a great loud bang on the table top. Then when he finished wiping down the legs of that chair, he’d pull it down onto the floor with another great loud crash. Then he’d move on to the next chair. The restaurant is very small and so we were right there within 10 feet of what he was doing. It was hard to even have a conversation! I wanted to drop kick the little shit but I behaved my damn self. When the guy finally finished Dad and I had a nice lunch and conversation. I still can’t believe Dad is 85 years old! Shit, that makes me…well, too damn old.

I’ve been trying to get my “book” ready for printing. Remember my series of posts called The Ex Files? When my ex passed away in December of 2020, I decided to stop the blog series and compile them all into a book of sorts for my children all about their father. It’s been over a year now that I’ve been editing and proofreading…and perfecting every paragraph. I want my adult children to know about my relationship with their father and why I had to leave him; why I had to get them away from him. At the same time, I want them to know that he did have good qualities.

Anyway, I do a little work in the mornings on the book and then try and catch up on sleep. By the time I wake up, it’s lunch time and then I have chores to do around the house. Chores aren’t easy for me. The house looks like ass. That’s something I picked up from my sister. Snort.

As soon as my book is finished for my kids, I’ll be moving on to my cookbook. I will probably try to recruit a few people to test recipes and take photos. There might be a free cookbook in it for those who choose to assist! Who knows how long it will take me to finish that project!

Next week, I hope to get back to writing in this blog. Writing steadily is hard for me. I always think I’ll write a bunch of posts ahead of time and schedule them but then I just never get to it. Sorry if you miss Friday’s Funnies. I miss doing those posts, too! Maybe next week I’ll have the time and energy to put into it.

Also, I’m so far behind on reading the blogs I follow that I will never catch up. I do miss reading them!

Nap time now.

aunt-debbie

I’m Back…I Think!

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It’s been a long break but I’m back. I decided that I have to force myself to get back on the proverbial horse or I never will. It’s been a rough couple of months and I’ve been physically exhausted and mentally drained. I will it to end, NOW!

It goes without saying (I think) that the current political situation is part of my exhaustion. I never dreamed in a million years that the country I love and grew up in would be in such a sad state. Between the Covid-19 virus and variants being made into political issues (which they are NOT) and the lunacy within the Republican party, my head is spinning. I just want to scream, “Stop the Q-Anon-Sense already!”…and that is another post entirely.

In May I started my weekly lymphedema therapy. It has worked wonders on my poor legs! I must use compression garments or wrap with bandages to keep the swelling under control but after my very last appointment, I think it’ll be fine. I will definitely miss that slow and gentle massage! Next step: Finding a surgeon who will do knee replacements on me without fat-shaming or telling me that I’m too young. I’ve wasted over 10 years of my life trying to get help. I had given up after having the rug pulled out from under me so many times. I’m going to turn into The Wicked Witch of the West and let them know I’m done with their bullshit. With the help of my NP, I have a new found sense of hope.

In June, we got a visit from my daughter, and my 2 sisters. I not only got to meet my future son-in-law, but I also got to meet my baby granddaughter, both for the very first time. My grandson has grown so much since I saw him last. My son and his wife and son stopped in of course, and oh, what a blast it was having us all together again! I was exhausted afterward…actually I was exhausted before they got here because I spent the previous 2 months getting the house in order! Goddess knows, I can’t do a lot at once so it took me a very long time. Ugh.

2 days before that visit, my Dad fell. He had bent over to pick up a piece of fuzz or something off of the floor, lost his balance and down he went. He landed on his nose and sprained his arm. Blood poured from a big gash down the center of his nose and dripping from inside. I don’t know which was bleeding the most! It was hell trying to get him up off the floor and getting the bleeding to stop. He refused to go to the ER and when I pressed the issue he got pissed, so I dropped it. After a week or so the scab on his nose was drying up nicely, and now the scab is gone completely. His arm is still a bit weak at times but it’ll be back to normal soon. Needless to say, I am very concerned about him and his slow decline. He’s 84 and it’s starting to show.

Earlier this month I had to say goodbye to my last elderly cat, Kitty. Miss Kitty turned 15 in May and was seemingly fine and then just a week later she was showing signs of kidney disease. I did not expect her to decline as quickly as she did because my other 4 senior cats went months with kidney disease before we had to say goodbye. So, 2 weeks after her 15th birthday, we had to take her to the vet and say goodbye. I didn’t want her to suffer anymore. It’s always a sad thing to lose a pet and I’m so glad my furbabies live such long lives but that damn kidney disease gets them every time.

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I’m going to be getting back to my writing. The thing is I have too many writing projects that need my attention! I have this blog, “The Ex-Files” for my kids, my cookbook, and my short story, “Spike,” all going at once! What’s a girl to do? Advice, anyone?

Well, let’s have a good week, shall we?

Until next time,

Aunt Debbie