I am participating in the A-to-Z Challenge again this year. My theme is My Favorite Books. Most of the books I will be posting about, I have read more than once. After all, they are my favorites.
F is for Fatal Vision by Joe McGinnis.
Along with mysteries, humor, and biographies, I am heavy into true crime. Fatal Vision is the true story of Green Beret Captain Dr. Jeffery MacDonald, who was convicted for the 1970 murder of his pregnant wife and two little girls. This situation is quite interesting because the Army decided to not prosecute MacDonald. He was later brought to trial after his father-in-law sought a new civil trial. A trial was finally granted and MacDonald was convicted in 1979.
McGinniss interviewed MacDonald and published Fatal Vision in 1983. MacDonald sued McGinniss saying that he (McGinniss) was in breach of contract because he was suppose to support MacDonald. Eventually, McGinniss had to pay MacDonald $$$.
Currently, MacDonald is in jail, still appealing his verdict.
Joe McGinniss died March 10, 2014. He also wrote The Selling of the President. His other ventures into true crime consist of Blind Faith and True Doubt. All three of his crime books have been made into TV mini-series.
When Daughter was in high school a friend of hers was murdered. It wasn’t that the friend just died; it was the horrific murder of a young woman with a spirit that made you light up inside.
Over the years, Daughter has cherished and honored Sarah’s memory by always wearing a bracelet with her friend’s name. The fifth anniversary of Sarah’s death is coming up and Daughter wanted to have a more permanent memory.
A tattoo. A tattoo to symbolize Sarah’s free spirit, to have her soaring above the unspeakable chaos of her death. A tattoo to remind Daughter that life is precious.
Thus Daughter asked for a tattoo for Christmas. She was a bit apprehensive as needles are not her friends. I was concerned about hygiene during the actual tattooing. We both did our research and found a spectacular artist with shop where we were both comfortable.
In preparation, we both got pedicures the day before the big event. Below is the last photo of a plain foot.
The tattoo artist freehand sketched directly on her foot. They had previously discussed what she had in mind.
Daughter was loving his sketch, so the tattooing commenced.
Ta da! Done! Love the colors.
And here is the tattooed foot, one week later. A bit of peeling as expected, but Daughter is back to running and climbing.
Sunday, July 17, is National Ice Cream Day. I plan to celebrate; don’t tell, but I started the party today (as I sheepishly wipe Rocky Road ice cream from my face). The cats enjoy licking the bowl if I leave them enough to make it worthwhile.
Instead of birthday cake, I prefer ice cream cake roll; Baskins & Robbins has a yummy chocolate cake/cookie dough ice cream cake roll. My personal mantra is “there is always room for ice cream.”
Because I like cold stuff, ice cream (and sherbet, frozen yogurt, etc.) has a special place in my
heart stomach. My favorite flavors or ice cream concoctions include:
- Girl Scout Cookie Thin Mint ice cream. This seems to be only available part of the year, so I hoard it in the freezer.
- Orange sherbet. Always adds a little punch to punch.
- Float with strawberry ice cream and Squirt. Put this in a chilled mug and lounge on the deck on a summer afternoon (a chilling combination).
- Baskin & Robbins Mandarin Chocolate Orange ice cream. Last time I had this was in the late 70’s, so you can see how it stuck in my taste buds). I think this dark chocolate orange love came from my childhood. My mom would make chocolate cake. And I would grab a piece and mix it with orange sherbet. I remember having this for breakfast sometimes–and still do every now and again. YUM!!
For you trivia
- In 1984, President Ronald Reagan declared July as National Ice Cream month, and the third Sunday in July as National Ice Cream Day.
- The ice cream cone was patented in December 1903 by Italo Marchiony from New York.
- The average American consumes about 23.2 quarts of ice cream, sherbet, etc. a year.
- Top three ice cream-consuming American cities are Portland, OR; St. Louis, MO; and Seattle, WA.
And the most disturbing info of all: correlation between ice cream consumption and murder. I am concerned. Am I a killer in the making? Who am I going to murder — the person who denies me ice cream (that seems to be self-defense) ? And if I do murder someone, can I use the ice cream defense (a slight change of Dan White’s twinkie defense) ? Do they serve ice cream in jail? Who amongst you will sneak me ice cream sandwiches in the courtroom or in jail? If this statistic is correct, why does my work place have an ice cream machine? Is there a conspiracy in the work place? If the government discovers this statistic, will there be an ice cream act to eliminate ice cream in society so as to reduce murders? Will there then be an introduction of the illegal ice cream speakeasy?
Sorry, I’m totally freaked out; I gotta go eat some ice cream!!