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Synology DS411j ~Rescuing Your Photos, Music, Video & Blog from an Unexpected Demise
I love to share great products, such as the Synology DS411j, that make my life better, easier or more enjoyable. Being a mom of small children, my time is precious because it’s so scheduled with tasks, errands and responsibilities. So, I really don’t have time for do overs or heart attacks caused by computer glitches, crashes and screens of death (of the blue or white variety).
*This is NOT a sponsored review. The Big Guy bought this little miracle to save my sanity and it is even more awesome than we imagined. I am compelled to share it with everyone I know.
What is it?
Synology DS411j
A Budget-friendly 4-bay Network Attached Storage (NAS) Server for Small Office and Home Use. Synology Disk Station DS411j is designed to provide a cost-effective file storage and backup solution with RAID (Redundant Array of Independent Disks) protection for multi-user home environments. The operating system, Synology DiskStation Manager 3.1, delivers rich features for multimedia enjoyments, worry-free backup, Internet sharing, and energy-saving options. What does that mean to me? For you? It means a LOT of cool things can happen with this Network attached storage system but the most important feature for me is that it is virtually impossible for me to lose my photos, blog, music, videos (MEMORIES) ever again. I have a serious photography addiction and have taken somewhere upwards of 90,000 digital photos of my children and our family in the past 5 years. Needless to say, most are not printed. I have no hard copies. Our entire life is documented in photos that don’t physically exist. I imagine many of you are in this exact predicament. Imagine how my Mommy heart sank when our hard drive got fried. FRIED! Let’s just say, you’ve not seen a hysterical Mommy the likes of this and walked away unscathed. I recollect some pleas to God and threats to the Big Guy. In the end, My Big Guy (AKA my hot tech man) was able to extract my photos from the charred remains of the hard drive. But it was all a little too close for comfort for me. So, the Big Guy came up with this solution…
Synology DS411j
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It looks so innocuous but don't be fooled, it can save you from a great life loss.
What does it say it will do?
Features
- DiskStation Manager 3.1 : Advanced NAS Server OS
- Multitasking UI
- Storage and iSCSI
- Surveillance
- Mobile Apps
- File Sharing
- Back Up
- Multimedia Fun
- Rich Applications
- Privilege and Security
- Network
- Management
- Energy Saving
Does it do what it says it will do? It does what it says it will do. It has fantastic features, the security of my photos and video of which are the most important to me but it can serve as an entertainment center; download station, audio station, DLNA/UPnP compliant media server, and iTunes server. A Back Up to precious data; DiskStaion Manager, Server Backup, and Desktop backup. It can enrich your web presence; by serving as a photo station and a web station. You can access it with your Mobile device; The iPhone^® and Android App, DS audio, allows you to stream music stored on your DiskStation with your mobile devices where Internet access is available, while DS photo+ allows browsing and uploading photos and videos stored on DiskStation from your mobile devices. If you own a mobile device running on Windows Mobile^® 6.0, iPhone^® OS 2.2.1 onward, or Symbian OS 9.1, you can log on your DiskStation to view photos with Mobile Photo Station and read supported file formats with Mobile File Station wherever Internet access is available. And Synology is designed with green in mind. I’m telling you, there isn’t anything NOT to love about this product.
Do you need to consult a manual or is it “User Friendly”? You definitely need to be somewhat tech savvy or read the manual thoroughly before embarking on implementing and understanding this system. But once you do, it will change your life. For me, it just may save my life and my sanity. Unfortunately,I’ve had the misfortune of experiencing Macs Blue screen/spinning wheel of death and Wordpress’ White screen of death. In both instances, I had minor mental meltdowns. The feeling was tantamount to having a fire destroy all of your worldly goods. When I lost my photos, I was at my wits end and when I thought I lost all the data from my blog, I was brought to tears. If I would have had everything backed up on the Synology DS411j, I could have rested easy knowing that it was securely backed up. It gives me peace of mind and that is priceless.
*This piece was originally published on It’s all about teh User.
Synology DS411j~Security, Sharing, & Storage, Oh My!

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2011/07/09
The Kindness of Strangers
The past week has been the hardest of my life, thus far. I’ve been walking around in a surreal state of existence since last Monday, only half-feeling my grief.
I can’t seem to get the ultrasound image of my perfect baby out of my head. He looked so peaceful. In my heart, that was my baby boy.
The girls have been distracted. I’ve gone out of my way to keep them occupied. Partly because I don’t want to see them sad, partly because I can’t survive another round of my 4-year-old ugly crying telling me that maybe if she loved the baby more, the baby would still be alive. My heart can’t handle being broken into too many more pieces or it may never heal.
I’m not crying constantly anymore. I’ve spent most of the last week in a Vicodin induced fog and I’m all right with that. I need the physical and emotional pain dulled. Each ache and pain is a constant reminder of what I’ve lost.
People are afraid to talk to me and when they do, I see the pity and sadness in their eyes. I’m able to talk about it now, a little bit. I still can’t say the word miscarriage aloud without crying. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around all of this. It’s hard. I’m trying to see the purpose but I can’t make myself understand.
One thing has gotten me through without jumping out of my skin or curling up into the fetal position and dying, and that is you. All of you. Your love, support, kind words and endless prayers have given me the strength to survive this tragedy. People I have known my entire life, my parents, my family, my friends and my beautiful husband and children have been here to love me, to hold me and to give me the space I needed to muddle through.
But you have given me a steady stream of reassurance and by sharing your stories of your own losses; you have made me feel not alone when I have felt the loneliest of my life. When I felt my whole world was spinning out of control and I was losing sight of any hope of normalcy, you have been my touchstone. A terrible thing has happened to me but through it, it’s been made clear to me how blessed I am in my life by the people I know. You are all so much more than just readers, followers and people I know on the computer, you are friends because only a friend could show such genuine love and continued compassion. Your words have saved my life and my sanity. Thank you does not seem to express the gratitude and love I feel for what you all have done for me in this past week but it’s the only words I have, so thank you from the bottom of my heart.
2012/05/07
World Series Game 7 Go Cubs Go
Well, I never thought I’d be writing a world series post on my blog about the Chicago Cubs. But here we are and I say to hell with the curse! I’m a lifelong Chicago Cubs fan and, well, to be honest, it just never seemed plausible. The Cubbies are an underdog and when you grow up in Chicago you know that when you root for the Cubs, you are not just rooting for a baseball team, you are rooting for a way of life. You are rooting for the impossible. You are dreaming the impossible dream and that makes it endearing.
I’ve spent my life thinking “this is the year” but knowing that it probably wasn’t. I remember growing up and walking in the door every afternoon after school during the spring and the television being tuned into WGN and the Cubs playing. I remember wearing our Cubbie t-shirts and rooting for the win, even in the face of a shut out. That’s the unbreakable spirit of Cubs fans.
I remember field trips as a child to see a game at Wrigley field. I remember going with a group of friends as a teenager; eating hot dogs and laughing and then, as an adult, taking in a game with friends or that special someone. It didn’t matter who you were, your walk of life or what suburb you grew up in when you were at Wrigley Field on a warm day…we were all Cubs fans and being a part of something so huge was magical. I’m pretty sure this is how all Cubs fans feel. It’s been 108 years and it’s been too long. It’s happening!
I haven’t lived in Chicago for many years now but it’s still where I call home. It’s still where my parents live and where I spent my childhood and all of my formidable years. Chicago is home because Chicago is where my heart is and the Cubs symbolize the underdog spirit of the city I love.
It’s about more than winning a game. It’s about all the people we love or have loved that have loved the Cubs; parents, grandparents, friends and family alike who aren’t alive to see this. This is for them. This is everything. If you are a Cubs fan, you know what I’m talking about! I’m thrilled to have the memories and to be sharing this world series with my girls and the next generation of Cubs fans.
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Anyways, my chest if puffed up just a little bit because my heart is bursting with pride. We’ve got this Cubbies! Rizzo, Chapman, Bryant and all the boys… We’ve waited a lifetime and we deserve this. Let’s get that W!
This is gonna change everything. I can feel it!

Let’s Go Cubbies!!! Go Cubs Go!
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2016/11/02
Preschoolers on Twitter
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She just realized that she Tweeted her Home address to a Pedophile
Twitter and the Preschooler~ The French have once again outdone us in the parenting realm. They are so progressive. Apparently, first they go all Bringing Up Bébé on our asses and try to prove that they can get results as good as that of the Tiger Mom Amy Chua without all the beatings and chaining to the piano. Now, they’ve gone and started the bébé’s out in social media before they are even out of diapers. Bravo! Awesome that their kids can tweet “ Ma mère suce”(My Mom sucks) while simultaneously screaming from the toilet for you to come wipe their ass.
Bébes on Twitter
The French are so evolved and cosmopolitan, it’s no wonder all of their women are thin and perfect. They’ve got it all figured out. While we are here obsessing over our love-handles and trying to diet and get healthy, they just eat and smoke whatever they desire and still look amazing in their designer clothing they bought at the neighborhood trunk show. Us poor Americans with our très stupide purse parties and Tupperware, no wonder our kids throw tantrums and talk back. We can’t even get a handle on our socialization skills. Fucking Americans buying our clothes at Target and attachment parenting.
We have no control over our children. We are so busy helicoptering and loving our children that we just don’t know how to Ferberize and mind meld them at the necessary levels to be allowed to use them as accessories. Wait? Why did we have these kids again? Oh yeah, the tax write off of course.
Twitter for the under 5 set
Sorry, I’m off on a tangent. The point is this; there is a French preschool near Bordeaux, France where the 29 preschool students are posting daily tweets. They only post one tweet a day and it is a group project so that all the kids can help decide what to post. Then two of the children are selected to type the actual group composed tweet. It’s supposed to be an exercise in learning the alphabet. What happened? Is our antiquated alphabet flashcards not doing the trick anymore?
The tweets are fairly innocuous tweets like “We gathered snow to see how it turns into water.” Cute right?
I don’t think so. I live on Twitter and I LOVE twitter. I want to have Twitter’s babies but I’m also a saucy foul-mouthed hooligan. Letting preschoolers on Twitter is like dropping a 7 year old off in a bar and then being surprised when they are cursing, smell like smoke, drunk and screaming ” woohoo, that’s my jam!”
Why not wait until they are old enough to have the reasoning skills to handle Twitter. Can’t we just let our preschoolers be kids for a little while longer? What’s the rush?
Preschoolers can’t read or write. It’s sort of like knowing how to insert a tampon without actually having a vagina. Why?
The class Twitter account has 89 followers, most of them parents, the rest of them pedophiles ( probably). If the preschoolers insist on maintaining this account, at least read this post about how to responsibly use Twitter.
What do you think about preschoolers having a twitter account? Is this the natural progression of social media? Would you want your preschooler on Twitter? Would you allow it? Would you be comfortable with your 4 year old composing tweets and sharing thoughts on Twitter?
Twitter a Pedo’s Paradise
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2012/02/22
Birth Control, Smirth Control ~ Who’s up for a game of Reproduction Roulette?
Birth Control, Smirth Control! What a Friday it’s been. My boobs are sore, I’m so freaking irritable that my mom offered up one of her precious panic attack halting Xanax,I’m exhausted and annoyed and craving fruit like it’s crack and I’m Whitney Houston. But for some reason, my Mom is hell bent on asking me..”Are you pregnant?” This only further irritates me. Hell really hath no fury like a woman on the verge of menstruating.
“No,Mom! It’s that time of month…why else are you throwing Xanax at me?”
But then I started thinking, as I do every single month, because I like to play russian roulette with my reproduction…am I pregnant?
Birth Control
Due to the stress of my life, after many years of EVERY kind of birth control under the sun, I gave up birth control almost 2 years ago. I’ve tried various pills, the patch ( that left a crusty bandaid rash..Ooh so sexxy), the Nuva ring ( which slipped out with increased cervical fluid, effectively defeating its entire purpose), vaginal inserts coupled with condoms ( why yes, it is very attractive when my vagina was frothing like a rabid dog. Why no? My vagina does not have a hangover and I did not insert an alka seltzer into my vagina for this occasion.) Hell, there was even a day in there where I considered getting an IUD (desperate times, desperate measures, my friends.) So when my doctor told me that I’d have to relinquish and go to a natural method, let’s just say I not so much gave it up as had it pryed from my cold dead hands by my gynecologist. Apparently, when you are over 35 and crazy stressed, birth control pills can cause you to stroke out or some shit like that. Well, you know what else can make a woman over 35 stroke out? A surprise baby!

Every single month, I spend a good 3 days wondering…”Am I pregnant?” It’s really not ever a possibility because between “other” forms of birth control, abstinence, knowing my ovulation, only seeing my husband on the weekends and being prone to exhaustion and migraines…it’s more of an irrational fear. But still, every month it’s the same thing. 1 day of wondering where the hell my period is? 1 day of thinking,Oh my God, maybe this could be the illusive little boy ( our unicorn). And the 3rd day, praying to God that I’m not pregnant.Then like magic, with a choir of angels singing in the background, I am visited by the gift of eve.
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Michal Zacharzewski, www.sxc.hu.
Birth Control
Why do I do this to myself? Maybe it’s that 2.5 dream that’s been beaten into my head since I was a child. Maybe I really do want another kid? Nah, I think I just like having the option and I’ve always liked living my life on the edge. Keeps things interesting. The smell of a friend’s newborn is all it takes for me to develop a sudden onset of amnesia. Luckily, my girls snap me out of it by throwing an epic bedtime tantrum, reminding me that I’m STILL wiping asses and co-sleeping. Worse still I’ve lost half my hair from stress and my mom won’t be around to supply me with Xanax after the summer break.
Birth Control
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2011/07/16
Parenting Techniques, Blanket Statements and Blow Ups
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Parenting Techniques are like assholes..everyone has one! (more…)
2011/11/23
Melissa Chapman~The TRUTH about Motherhood
Today, I am truly honored to have the lovely and witty Melissa of Married my Sugar Daddy. She writes with humor and honesty that make me keep coming back for more. If you have not had the pleasure of reading /knowing Melissa (@Madijack) , I certainly recommend that you get to know her. She is snarky and funny and 21 flavors of entertaining. I love reading her blog, I always come away feeling like I’ve been catching up with an old friend. She has made me laugh,cry and think…sometimes in the same post. Thank you so much Melissa for sharing your truth with so much going on right now. XOXO

The TRUTH about Motherhood
I really believed when I was smack in the trenches of arguing with my husband about not wanting him to buy the no-frills diapers-, since my kids ALWAYS leaked through them- that once the stage of them being completely dependent on me for their basic needs was done- I’d be in the homestretch.
I thought those early years- getting up at the crack of 2am to heat up a bottle (which I only realized after my second baby- was as simple as popping a cup of water into the microwave as opposed to boiling hot water over an open flame for 20 minutes) was the grueling part of motherhood. But the thing is- during all those early years- motherhood’s challenges are primarily physical. They test your endurance, school you on how to be a muti-tasker and at times make you feel like you are operating on auto-pilot. But your kids-unless they’re dragging around a soiled diaper- are for the most part, happy, smiling little babes, who let you dress them up and create your very own mirror image in them.
Then they grow up- and of course, no one tells you that the real meat and work begins then. As my kids have gotten older, the questions- that seemingly come out of nowhere have begun to permeate our every conversation at this breakneck pace- and my inability to keep up and juggle all their feelings, thoughts, self-esteem issues, confidence and little egos feels like a balancing act that is simply impossible.
I often feel ill-equipped to be the source for all these pressing concerns- like; who the hell am I to answer all these questions, assuage their fears and am I enough to be able to raise these two individuals and arm them with everything they’ll ever need to become independent enough to feel okay on their own. And I know I’m not alone in these thoughts, in my insecurities about motherhood. But honestly I just wish there was a manual that would fool-proof every impulse I have and make sure it was the correct one. The truth about motherhood is that no one tells you what an awesome responsibility this motherhood thing is- and that there are no guarantees it will all end up the way you want it to.
2011/05/25
Throat Punch Thursday~ Free to be Gender-Free Edition
Free to be…You and Me! Free to be Gender Free! I’m sure by now, everybody in the world has heard the story of 4 month old baby Storm. This is the child born in Toronto to Kathy Witterick and her husband, David Stocker. The couple has kept their baby Storm’s gender a secret. The only people who know are one family friend and Storm’s older brothers, Jazz, 5, Kio, 2 and the two midwives who delivered Storm on New Year’s Day.
An article last week in the Toronto Star profiled the family and their quest to raise their baby unfettered by gender imposed expectations. The couple began this plight by sending out an email after Storm’s birth:
“We’ve decided not to share Storm’s sex for now — a tribute to freedom and choice in place of limitation, a stand up to what the world could become in Storm’s lifetime (a more progressive place? …).”
That is the gist of the scenario. A couple of hippies had 3 children and they don’t want them to be judged or reacted to in the world solely on what’s between their legs. I understand that. I really do but I think they are playing God with their children. By NOT assigning their children a sex, they are making such a spectacle that they are assigning them the title of freak. Let’s be clear, I don’t give a shit if a little boy wears a dress or a little girl wants to play in the dirt and eat worms. That is no big deal. In my opinion, both sexes could stand to experiment a little more with their feminine or masculine sides.
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I don’t think because your parents tell you that you are a boy or a girl is going to impact the way you see yourself in the world unless of course your parents are assholes and perpetuate the fact that you are defined and restricted by your gender. Perhaps holding the child’s sex from the public will make others not know how to react tot he child and treat him/her like a complete alien but what about the kid who does know what genitalia is between its legs. They know. I think gender gives us a jumping off point, to know who we are. It’s not the only defining characteristic of who we are. I think if the parents want to perpetuate gender-free, they should grow their hair out dress androgynously and conceal their own gender. They are experimenting with their own child. As a society, we stand up for animal rights and against animal cruelty. Testing on children, below the age of consent is worse. It’s barbaric.
I have two girls who, I am not afraid to admit, I had several ultrasounds to check and double check their sex before they were born because…yes, I did want to buy the girly colors and foofoo bedding. They were newborn, I just wanted a beautiful world for them to come home to. There was no malicious intent behind it. I wasn’t trying to force my girls to be princess ballerinas…though they have since somewhat become that very thing.
I have always told them both…you can do and be whatever you want to be in the world. Play sports, dance, be president, whatever you want…as long as you put in the hard work and dedication, the world is yours. You can be anything you want to be.
My 4 year old tells me that she wants to play hockey, soccer and football. My 6 year old wants to be her sister’s cheerleader. One loves pink and purple and the other loves green and blue. They were born girls .I am not embarrassed by that and neither should they be. They are not hindered by that. These parents are saying what is between your legs should not matter and it should not but what’s not between your legs shouldn’t matter either. I think their intentions are good but they are taking a big risk with their children’s lives and place in society. Let them be free to grow up and be whatever they want to be but don’t confuse them as to who they are now.
So, my throat punch goes to the parents of Storm, Kio and Jazz. You asshats are completely jacking up your children’s lives by giving them no place in the world. You have taken away our most primal instinct identifier…male or female. It’s like a big game to you but you are playing with your child. You are supposed to protect them and nurture them not use them as a big Eff you to the world. You two get a ginormous, I hope the DCFS comes and straightens you out, Chuck Norris Monkey Toe roundhouse kick to the back of the neck.
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2011/05/26
Throat Punch Thursday~Liar,Liar Anthony Weiner on fire
Throat Punch Thursday~Liar,Liar Anthony Weiner on fire
Well, we all knew it was coming. Look, Truthful Mommy is by no means a prude, I think that’s been proven time and time again BUT this whole Weinergate situation has had me longing for the Clinton/Lewinski scandal. It’s become painstakingly obvious that to be in politics you have to be a adulterer or some other sort of sexual deviant. Not that I give a rats ass what anyone does besides closed doors between two consenting adults, but for the love of God, can you politicians please not use Twitter as your own personal sextual playground?
Seriously,we’ve all been to #wineparty and got a little tipsy and possibly said something flirtatious, but we’re not politicians and we’re not usually tweeting indecent photos of our Weiner to ignite a scandal. Democratic Congressman Anthony Weiner has exercised some poor judgement of epic proportions. It’s not that you want to get your freak on congressman, it’s that you don’t have the good sense to not leave a social media trail. And now your newlywed wife is pregnant? Jeez is there a special secret club that only allows politicians who screw around on their wives while their wives are pregnant or have small children? Is there a special prize for doing such a scandalous thing?
(CNN) — Rep. Anthony Weiner of New York will heed calls from across the political spectrum and resign over a sexting scandal that he lied about before admitting his involvement, a Democratic source with knowledge of the congressman’s plans said Thursday.How exactly do you lie about this?
That’s not me nor is that my Weiner! I protest. Your eyes have betrayed you good people of the United States.”
*Representative Anthony D. Weiner, a high-profile New York Democrat who had been considered a leading candidate to be the city’s next mayor, said Thursday that he was resigning from Congress following revelations of lewd online exchanges with several women.

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“I’m here to apologize for the personal mistakes I have made and the embarrassment that I have caused,” Mr. Weiner said, adding that he had hoped to be able to continue serving his constituents. “Unfortunately,” he said, “the distraction I created has made that impossible.” So, he’s not sincerely apologizing for the ordeal but more for the fact that he got caught and it’s messing up his life.Understandable, but not admirable.
Mr. Weiner announced his resignation in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, at a senior center where he announced his first campaign for City Council in 1991. But while that moment was filled with promise and excitement, his resignation occurred in a raucous and circuslike atmosphere, punctuated by shouting from a group of hecklers. This couldn’t have been a surprise to him. It’s not like he was a victim. He perpetrated lewd behavior and his constituents are disappointed and worse, he lied. They are hurt and angry that he lied on top of everything else.
Mr. Weiner tried to deliver his brief statement in a restrained manner, but struggled to be heard above the din of the hecklers, some of whom shouted vulgarities and one of whom called him a “pervert.” I feel sorry for his wife. How embarrassing it must be to stand by a man who lied and cheated, not only to you (while you were carrying his child) but to the people who put him in office.
I don’t necessarily think it’s any of my business what Mr.Weiner does when on Twitter with strange women, that’s between himself, his wife and God. On the other hand, cheating on a pregnant wife ( thought, deed, or action) is pretty damn despicable. But LYING, I have no tolerance for liars. For that, my friend, you get yourself a quick swift Chuck Norris kick to the Weiner! That’s what You get for …
Throat Punch Thursday~Liar,Liar Anthony Weiner on fire

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2011/06/16
Throat Punch Thursday~Bei Bei Shuai Rat Poison Feticide edition
Throat Punch Thursday~Bei Bei Shuai Rat Poison Feticide edition
This week, unfortunately, I did not have to turn to CNN for a Throat Punch Thursday’s recipient, Bei Bei Shuai. No, all I had to do was turn on my local news. I generally hate when that happens. It can never be a good sign when someone that close to home does something so equally stupid and heinous. Without further ado, I give you Bei Bei Shuai. Have you heard of Bei Bei? I’m sure that many of you have already heard of her. He story takes place back in March, how she has escaped receiving a Throat Punch this far is beyond me.
INDIANAPOLIS — An Indianapolis woman who tried to commit suicide by eating rat poison near the end of her pregnancy was charged with murder in the death of her baby.

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Bei Bei Shuai, 34, was arrested Monday and appeared in court Wednesday on charges of knowingly killing a viable fetus and attempted feticide, prosecutors said. The court entered an automatic plea of not guilty for Shuai, who is in custody. She was dumped by her piece of work boyfriend and went off the deep end. I don’t think she was trying to kill the baby as much as kil herself and the baby was collateral damage. Either way, pretty messed up situation.
Shuai consumed rat poison while 33 weeks pregnant, prosecutors said. On December 23, she was taken to a hospital where she admitted to taking rat poison in an attempt to kill herself after her boyfriend left her, according to a police statement.Apparently, her piece of shit boyfriend broke the news to her at 33 weeks that he couldn’t marry her because he was already married. I do understand her disappointment, dismay and even her full on freak out but ingesting rat poisoning is crazy. Sure it’s depressing to see that your entire future was based on a lie and it’s never going to come to fruition.Having a mental breakdown, even contemplating homicide all make more sense to me than going to Home Depot and buying a bag of rat poisoning and then proceeding to eat it.
Bei Bei Shuai Rat Poison Feticide edition
Shuai’s baby girl, Angel Shuai, was born alive on December 31. On January 3, the baby died after being taken off life support. An autopsy determined that the cause of death was her mother’s ingestion of the poison, police said. You see why she deserves a Throat Punch?
Shuai, is the co-owner of a small Indianapolis restaurant, is from China and has no family members in the United States, according to her lawyer, Linda Pence. Pence called the prosecution “mean-spirited” and “horrible” and wants to have the charges dismissed. Oh, they are mean because they are calling her a killer? Well, actually, isn’t that what she is?
“This young woman is truly one of the kindest, most gentle people I’ve ever met,” said Pence. Pence said Shuai’s boyfriend had promised to marry her and help raise the child, and then dumped her, leaving her crying on her knees in a parking lot. Shuai was near a hardware store, so she bought the poison to kill herself. Agreed her boyfriend is a piece of work but she’s the one who made the choice to eat rat poison.Even if she didn’t intentionally kill the baby, she tried to kill herself and didn’t care what came of the baby. Either way, at the very least, she was careless and reckless.
Pence said Shuai had been happy about the baby, and had bought baby clothes. The baby died in her arms after she had rocked it “for hours and hours,” Pence said.
Pence said there is a common law immunity for pregnant women who attempt to harm themselves — or else prosecutors could charge any woman who drank or took drugs. Pence said the law against killing fetuses is meant to target third parties — as in the case of a robber who shoots a pregnant woman. I’m not sure that I want the government to go down this slippery slope but I do know that she needs to be held accountable.
So, this week the Throat Punch goes to the crazy lady having the mental breakdown over a man whose first thought was “hmm, I think I’ll go eat some rat poison”. You, my dear, need a Throat Punch to dislodge your head out of your ass. I am sorry your boyfriend turned out to be a douche but killing yourself and your baby earns you a punch, Bei Bei Shuai.
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2011/06/23