The Comments: Part 2 of many

•September 26, 2008 • 1 Comment

To whom it may concern,

I am not exactly sure who to write this to, but I have a major problem with one of your articles published on the front page of yesterday’s paper (September 20, 2008). The article about Angela Callaway allegedly assaulting her ex husband in front of the Provo police station has it’s facts wrong, to begin with. Also, Garison Callaway is not an innocent victim as he is portrayed in the article.

Angela and Garison are in a custody battle over their daughter like the article states. It is, however, not simply over custody. It is more about the safety of Cambria, the little girl. In 2004 Cambria told her mother that her daddy had hurt her. Angela asked Cambria exactly how her daddy had hurt her. Cambria proceeded to give details that describe molestation. A two year-old cannot make those things up, and if Cam had seem it on T.V. she would not have understood what exactly was being said. Angela took what her daughter said to the police but later the case was closed because Cam would not speak more on it.

Garison and Angela had joint custody for years after. Cambria lived with Angela and only visited her dad on occasion. Garison then moved in with Angela and Cambria. Angela was not on drugs at that time and only started using them again once Garison bought them for her. On a recording of a phone conversation between Angela and Garison, Garison admits to having bought drugs for Angela during that time, saying “I spent a lot of money on your drugs.” After Angela became again addicted to the drugs, Garison moved out and took Cambria with him, telling the courts that Angela was not a fit mother. Angela’s attorney at that time had not known all the facts and simply gave up custody to Garison.

Cambria has only been allowed to visit her mother. During each visit, Cambria states more and more facts and details of her daddy hurting her. Angela has recordings of Cambria stating the details over and over again. Angela has taken the recordings to the Division of Children and Family Services (DCFS), yet they cannot act on them because the law won’t allow them to. Angela also has photos of bruises on Cambria’s legs that are clear finger prints. Garison claims the bruises are nothing more than carpet burn. Yet one cannot help but wonder how a child gets carpet burn on her inner thighs.

Angela has finally gotten the case to the courts. She has taken the required number of drug tests and has tested negative on over 90% of them. She has gone to the court ordered therapy and gone to the group sessions. Garison, however, has done none of it, yet he is still favored in the courts. He has lied to the judge on repeated accounts that have been recorded. Though Angela has done all that she was told and Garison has done none of it, he has still denied her visitation.

Angela called Garison and asked him why he was denying her her visitation rights. Garison replied, saying “Because if I let you have Cambria you will take her to the doctor to get a scope. She doesn’t need a scope.” Angela asked him why he wouldn’t allow her to get a scope. He knows Cambria has said these things against him and yet will do nothing about it. One can’t help but wonder why any father wouldn’t want to find the reason his daughter is saying such things, unless of course he is guilty and knows it.

In court on August 17, 2008, the judge ordered that Garison allow Angela visitation. (That has been an order all along, however, it was just restated.) The next court date was set for two weeks later. In those two weeks Angela was supposed to have had Cambria for two Tuesdays and one weekend. She neither saw nor heard from her daughter. When they returned to court, Garison wasn’t punished for his lack of obeying the judges orders.

During those two weeks between the afore mentioned court sessions, Cambria started Kindergarten. Angela went to the school’s open house to meet her daughter’s teacher. Angela had explained to the elementary school the situation so it wouldn’t come as a surprise if anything should arise during school hours. That night during the open house, Angela was signing up to be room mother when Garison’s mother walked into the room. Debbie, Garison’s mother, proceeded to assault Angela. She grabbed Angela by the arm and spun her around forcefully to face the room full of mothers and children. In a loud voice she told the room that they didn’t want that lady there, that Angela was nothing more than a drug addict, that she only had supervised visitation because she is a pathological liar.  None of  that is true, however.  Angela  walked out without saying a word. She didn’t want to start a scene in the children’s kindergarten classroom. Debbie was never charged with assault and walked away scott free.

The night before Angela found Garison in Springville, she had received three anonymous calls. The anonymous caller told Angela to get her daughter out of Garison’s house immediately, that the little girl was in immediate, severe danger. Since Garison had lied to the judge before on the 17th of August, Angela had no home address for where to find her ex husband and daughter. Angela went out that night and drove around the county, passing places she knew Garison would most likely visit. That is when she drove past his work, Vancon, in Springville and saw him pulling out. Angela described it as a coincidence. “I didn’t actually think I would see him there that early in the morning,” Angela said. She immediately flipped the van around and followed Garison. She never had any intent on hitting him, she only wanted to follow him so the police could catch him.

Garison noticed Angela following him and headed immediately to the Provo police station. Angela reported that he got out of his work truck and started walking toward the van which was parked. Angela yelled at him about hurting their daughter and Garison replied with just laughter. Angela’s temper started to rage. Garison apparently realized this and started to jog to the stairs leading up to the police station. Angela raced forward and pinned his legs between the nearest police vehicle and the van. Not hitting him hard enough to break any bones or damage the two vehicles, she had him pinned tightly. She jumped out of the van and proceeded to hit him with her binder. He continued to laugh at her. Her anger raged more. She pulled out the tire iron and continued to swing at him. She never hit him hard enough to do any damage. “I couldn’t hit him. I still love him. But I hate him for what he’s doing to Cami,” Angela said.

Angela spent a few days in jail for assaulting Garison. Garison claims Angela broke his knees and did serious damage with the tire iron. he, however, went to work immediately following the incident. Also, in the article, it mentions that Angela admitted to using meth within 36 hours of the incident. Drug tests, however, report that Angela was clean of any such drug at the time.
I am disappointed in the Daily Herald for not reporting on the whole news and writing an article that sounded more like lies than anything

The Article: Part 1 of Many

•September 26, 2008 • Leave a Comment
Saturday, 20 September 2008
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An Orem woman was arrested Thursday after allegedly assaulting her ex-husband in front of the Provo police station.

According to police reports, 26-year-old Angela Callaway and her husband are currently in a custody battle over their daughter. When Callaway saw her ex-husband in Springville, she followed him to Provo, where he stopped in front of the police station. 

As the man got out of his car, police say Callaway hit him with her minivan, pinning him against a patrol car. She then began hitting him with a binder until she realized her weapon would not have the desired effect. According to reports, Callaway returned to her van and retrieved a tire iron and proceeded to beat the man.

Witnesses and police intervened and stopped the assault, after which Callaway admitted to using Xanax and methamphetamine within the last 36 hours.

Field sobriety tests indicated methamphetamine intoxication, and a physical search revealed Callaway also had a concealed switchblade in her possession.

Callaway was booked into the Utah County Jail on charges of aggravated assault and possession of a dangerous concealed weapon by a restricted person.

http://www.heraldextra.com/content/view/281411/17/

I’m Sick

•September 2, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Yes, I’m sick. Not sick in the gross way, but sick as in ill. It just sounds way too proper to say “I have fallen ill.” So I won’t say that, ever. But really, I am sick. It sucks, badly. It feels like I swallowed sandpaper. The big-grained kind. When I breathe it’s like inhaling rocks. Swallowing is worse…when I swallow anything that is somewhat solid it feels like I decided to coat it in nails first. My head feels as if someone filled it with jelly, think, sticky, hot jelly. My stomach feels like a volcano erupted into it. I’m not enjoying this at all.

Then I tell people that I’m sick and instantly they say “WHY?!” As if I had a choice.
Me: I’m sick.
Them: WHY?!
Me: Well see I got bored last night and decided, hey, why don’t I just get sick! It should shake things up.

Honestly! Why do people ask “why?” Or when people ask how it happened…if I knew how it happened I could probably have prevented it! Duh! I prefer them to say “Oh, I’m sorry. What are you sick with?” or “Oh, what parts of you don’t feel well?” Seriously people…

My Train of Thought Derailed

•August 27, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Have you ever lost your ticket to your train of thought? Or maybe your train of thought took off without you? Or maybe your train of thought has derailed at some point? Well mine did that today, at exactly the wrong second. Ms. K already thinks I’m some sort of space case…maybe even on drugs, I don’t know. I’m trying my hardest to prove to her that I’m not a total waste of time. I know Spanish pretty well, and I can speak it, understand it, read it, write it, everything. So today, she calls on me, my time to shine. I could feel the spotlight raining down from the Roach Hole (a giant hole in the Spanish room where periodically, cockroaches perform arial dives onto our desks). As I got ready to spill out my amazing talent upon the class my mind froze. I don’t mean I-ate-my-ice-cream-too-fast type of freeze I mean full out ice age freeze.  All I could think of were  bombachas. Yes, baggy trousers. Have you ever tried to explain an herb to your teacher in Spanish while thinking of men’s pants?! It’s not easy…nor possible for that matter. So I ended up faking my way through my explanation.  Of course, my teacher thought I was a failure. My class thought I was worthless, and the cockroaches in the hole thought I was hilarious and would make a nice target.

Eternity

•August 27, 2008 • 1 Comment

Ya know, the thought of eternity is insanely mind boggling. It seems as though time will never just disappear and that one day, eternity will run out. But…eternity can’t run out. I can’t put my mind around it. It drives me absolutely nuts. I had a small grasp on it at Lake Powell, when the days seemed endlessly long and laid back. There was no where I needed to be, nothing I needed to do, no specific time to get things done by. I think that’s how eternity will be. You just get to do your own thing, on your own time, wherever-whenever… It’s a huge concept, and yet…not really. I think that our human minds get so caught up in the everyday rush of life that we forget to stop and think for a moment. Really if you slow down long enough to think about it, eternity isn’t too hard a thing to grasp for the most part. I mean I know we can’t, as humans, grasp it entirely but we sure can grasp it enough if we just try.

Same with the universe. It’s such a huge thing! A big space beyond our own little world…filled with stars, planets, souls, rocks, but yet it’s a complete vacuum. They say the universe is expanding, but what is it expanding into? There isn’t anything but universe out there. Yet, if there is more than one universe, then what is surrounding our universe? What is dividing us from the other ones if there are more than one? Is it just empty space? Is that possible? It’s impossible for our limited minds to figure it out. It annoys me. I want to know. Is the universe like a marble? Why is it that we live on Earth? of all the places in the universe, we are this tiny speck out in space…and on this tiny speck we are individually tinier specks. Actually we aren’t even there relatively speaking. You look at the sun and ours isn’t a large star…and then our world is so much smaller, and the people on it are so insignificantly tiny…it’s as if we don’t exist or matter. Yet, God is still out there and cares about each of his little dust-speck people. He created our little blueberry, and all the other little balls of life out there.

Just stuff I randomly thought about…or rather what I do think about…very very often.

Rhythmic Gymnastics = Pretzel

•August 21, 2008 • 2 Comments

Hey,

So I don’t have a third period yet, not until next week. My friends and I get somewhat bored just sitting around. So Stephen Larson drove Chelsea, Sandra and me to Subway to get food then to Iceberg for shakes. It was fun! At Iceberg we watched the Olympics. The even was rhythmic gymnastics. At first I only saw a girl holding a hula-hoop, and I got super excited, thinking that hula-hooping as become an Olympic sport. Needless to say, she did NOT hula-hoop with it.

Instead she flung it about and twirled it around. All the while contorting and bending in ways that humans should not move. It was to music, and I suppose it was supposed to be a dance, a very beautiful dance, but all I could think of was a pretzel playing with a hula-hoop. All the girls were disgustingly flexible. I mean it’s okay that some people can do the splits or even that some people can bend over backwards without throwing their backs into places they shouldn’t be thrown, resulting in loss of movement. But these girls were beyond flexible. They were pretzel-able. One girl from China (I think) bent over backwards and looked as if she was going to simply place her hands on the ground. Instead she kept bending and bending and bending until she was a little ball with her head by her butt and her stomach in the air. The she gracefully kicked her legs over herself and laid flat on her stomach. Then, with graceful movements, she proceeded to lay with her legs completely flat, butt facing up, and torso completely perpendicular to the ground.

Upon watching each girl twist and move her body like that I nearly threw up my shake.

The best part was when the same girl that I mentioned before played with her jump rope. (I told Stephen that instead of jumping rope in football they should all take up rhythmic gymnastics, outfits and all.) She threw it to the ground and it bounced back to her! I don’t mean it flopped, I mean full on, bounce back! It had to be the second most incredible thing I’ve seen in these summer Olympics (the first being Phelps’ races).

-Mo-

Gas Girl

•August 20, 2008 • 2 Comments

Hey,

The most disgusting thing happened to me yesterday. I was at Smith’s just filling up the van with gasoline minding my own business. The numbers stopped going up, and the gas tank stopped filling up and the handle popped, indicating the gas was done. I pulled out the nozzle and as soon as it was all the way out, yet still pointed at the van, it blew. The nozzle clearly had some sort of air bubble. Gas went spewing everywhere. The side of the van, my clothes, my skin, the ground were all saturated in it.

We washed it off the side of the van and told the attendant about the gas on the floor. We had to finish shopping, so I didn’t get time to change. I had to wander around town as the human time bomb. I was worried that someone might light a match or lighter when I walked by them. Thankfully not many people in Utah smoke. Every time I walked by someone just standing there I waited for my clothes to go up in flames, burning me with them. It never happened. I did stink terribly though. The man at the music store pointed it out to me. Thankfully no one has anything against gas (other than the prices). I’m sure though, that people could smell it and probably thought I was either 1) a hippie who was protesting gas prices by wearing the gas, or 2) like some moron who didn’t realize gas was so expensive.

-Mo-

First Days of School

•August 20, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Hey,

School started on Monday. When they say Early Morning Seminary, they mean EARLY MORNING! Goodness. Seriously, if it weren’t a class that mattered to me I would NOT be getting up before the sun for it. Aside from it being too early for life to begin, the teachers are WAY too peppy for that early. If it weren’t against the W.o.W. I’d think they drank ten cups of coffee every morning just to get that happy.

My A1 is pretty cool. It’s English 11 Honors with Ms. Young. Almost all of my friends are in it! Rachel isn’t…and Nathan…but Nathan is too old for it. Ms. Young gave us fair warning that if we text while in her class or if she sees our cell phones she would chuck them against the wall. I do think it would be highly entertaining to see that happen to someone…namely Zak *cough cough*

A2: AP Music Theory. Holy cow that class is wicked hard! I mean the first day already scared me out of my mind! It wasn’t hard, seeing as I know how to read music and such. Then Mr. Keyes told us that we would have to learn to play a little piano, be able to sing, and be in tune…yikes! I can learn the theory behind it all, learn about all the history of it…but you try to make me sing and play and I will make everyone’s ears bleed!

My B day was pretty awesome too! I had AP Spanish where we just played a getting to know you game. And Orchestra where we played this crazy Hoe Down. (You know you’re a redneck with you say “hoe down” and your wife falls to the floor.) Other than those two classes I didn’t have anything else.

I’ve made so many friends! There’s Sara, Sandra, Chelsea, Stephen, Tea (or however that’s spelled), Teri (she’s a hippie, drug-addict, granola), Austen (who’s had a crush on me since the seventh grade), Deverey (who claims that he’s looked up to me ever since one day that I don’t even remember when I stood up for him), and now I can’t seem to remember any of my other friends’ names. Oh well.

-Mo-

Technologically Inept

•August 17, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Hey,

I had this other blog, which shall remain unknown on here, and I was trying to figure it out and post something new. I thought I’d be smart and start to sort out all the many saved and unpublished posts I had. I saw a delete button and thought “oh hey! I’ll just hit that and delete this sucky post!” So I pressed it. That was a mistake. All of my posts disappeared…and my published and unpublished posts! Yes, all two years of my posts were gone. Not that it matters. I hated those two years.

But here lies my problem. I CAN’T FIGURE BLOGS OUT! If it requires more than typing and pressing a “publish” button, I can’t do it. They say that technology is only as good as the people who make it progress…well I really think the people who make it progress purposely try to make things difficult for us little people who have no idea how to use it. *sigh*

-Mo-

School

•August 16, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Hey,

School is starting again, Woo, (blech).

It should be pretty interesting though. Taking super hard classes, tons of homework, I might kill someone, ya know, total party! Seriously though, I’m taking classes that most people don’t take until after they graduate. And Zak is stinking snot face, so I might have to kill him. On the plus side though, I get to have a lot of classes with my friends! My locker is right next to Nathan’s! (For more on Nathan check out my other blog on the other site >.<) Football is starting up again soon! That’ll be a lot of fun for us all! I love going to football games, and now that I know someones who are playing it’ll be a lot more fun!

I feel way too grown up though. Very way too grown up. Not as grown up as some of my friends, but this is my second to last year in school…soon I’ll be out in the real world…it sounds scary! I’m hoping that I’ll survive it…I dunno if I will though. I’ll be out there soon…like the wall says “Soon you’ll be in the real world, better wear a hat!” Maybe helmet would be a better piece of head attire to wear…

luvs

-MO-