The Curious Case of James Nicholas Dotson

James Nicholas Dotson was arrested, tried and convicted of injury to a child causing serious bodily injury, the child in question was his step-daughter. Since the court records never reveal her name, neither will I, you see I know a little about this case as James Dotson was a co-worker, in fact he sat two cubicles away from me and was on the same team as I. He was a jerk at work; I will say that, the only ones that seemed to like him was management, probably due to the fact that he was non-union and constantly bragged how he would cross the picket line if we ever went out on strike. Needless to say he was not popular with any of his co-workers.
To reconcile what I knew of James Dotson and what happened in his home was not a hard stretch for me. We all knew he didn’t like the little girl, he was always making disparaging remarks about her, and that she was always in the way when he wanted to play video games. Yes, video games.
In the court documents it outlines what was done to this child, I am going to copy what the court documents say verbatim so there is no mistaking where I got my information:
Background

“ A.L. and her mother, Miranda, moved into appellant’s home in the summer of 2007. Appellant married Miranda in September of that year. A.L was five years old and weighed 51 pounds.
To discipline A.L., appellant would hit her with his hand, a belt, and a shoe. He would also kick her, tie her hands and put her in a closet, make her stand in a corner for hours at a time, make her stand or run in place while holding weights over her head, and kick and spank her when she got tired from the weights and fell to the ground. While she was living with appellant, A.L. was worried he would kill her.
About a week following appellant and Miranda’s wedding, A.L.’s teacher sent home a behavior report concerning an incident at school on a Wednesday. A.L. loved school, so to punish her, appellant and Miranda kept A.L. home on Thursday and Friday.
During those days, A.L. was punished by being made to stand up all day and by being struck. Miranda hit A.L. with a belt and appellant kicked her and hit her with his hands and a shoe. On Friday, A.L. had been made to stand in the living room all day, and she was trying to carry out her punishment of running in place while holding a weight. The weight was “very heavy” for her, it made her tired, and she fell to the ground. Appellant became angry with A.L. for falling and kicked her one last time in the leg. When appellant kicked A.L.’s right leg, he broke her femur.
A.L. testified he did not apologize or help her, but continued “being mean.” He and Miranda initially lied to 911 and the hospital staff, saying that A.L. had broken her leg by falling off the bed. Only after being confronted with the medical staff’s suspicions of abuse did appellant confess that he had broken A.L.’s femur by kicking her.
A.L.’s femur was completely broken in two. At trial, multiple medical professionals testified that a broken femur is a “very” uncommon injury since the femur is one of the strongest bones in the body and the most difficult to break. A.L.’s femur was not broken in the middle, but was broken high up by her hip, where a break would require more force. Dr. Matthew Cox, medical director of the child abuse program at Children’s Medical Center, testified that A.L. had sustained a very directed blow to the top of her thigh, a very acute sharp injury. According to Dr. Cox, a violent kick could contain enough force to break a femur if it was executed with “severe” force.
In addition to the broken femur, A.L. arrived at the hospital with multiple bruises and abrasions to her arms, legs, shoulder and torso. She had recent belt marks and a recent bruise on her back that showed the tread marks of a shoe, a bruise that appellant admitted he could have caused. The bruises were of different ages, evidencing multiple episodes of abuse over a two-week period. A.L. also showed signs of a pancreatic injury, which could have been caused by a blunt force to her abdomen or back.
Multiple medical witnesses who saw A.L. after her leg was broken testified that A.L. believed she deserved to be punished because she was “bad.” They also testified to her high tolerance for pain and her matter-of-fact attitude toward her injury, indicating she was accustomed to being abused. Allison Nyugen, a physician’s assistant in the Emergency Room of Medical City Hospital with seven years of experience, testified A.L.’s case was the worst case of child abuse she had witnessed in a hospital setting.”

What these documents do not tell you is that her mother and her maternal grandmother were not only in the home; they witnessed the abuse first hand and turned a blind eye. As a mother and a grandmother I cannot imagine allowing this kind of abuse inflicted on a child, much less my own flesh and blood.
What I want to know is why was this case not in the news? Where were the reporters? Where was Nancy Grace? This is one of the most horrific cases of abuse that a hospital worker had witnessed in her seven years there, why did we not hear about it? This poor child thought she was going to die in this house, I can only imagine it was divine intervention that day that her leg was broken and they had to take her to the hospital for treatment.
I believe in my whole heart that this case should have been reported, it happened right here in Collin County, Texas, in a small town, a picturesque town, if it happens here, it happens everywhere. I wonder if the teacher who reported her bad behavior realized the punishment that would be heaped onto this child. Kept home two days from school to endure pain, torture, suffering and finally a broken femur. I wonder if she ever knew what happened to her pupil, why she never came back to school after she sent her report home. Not that I am blaming the teacher, but if she did find out, you know she had to feel incredibly guilty.
It is my understanding from what James Dotson revealed at work, that the little girl’s father was trying to gain custody of the child before any of this happened. I wonder why Miranda didn’t let her go, if you allow your child to be used as a punching bag, why do you want to keep her? There are so many unanswered questions to this case. I pray daily for this child and have since 2007 when we all first learned of this tragedy, this preventable tragedy. I pray she is safe, I pray for her physical recovery and I pray for her psyche. I understand she is now with the father that fought so hard to get her, I hope he is good to her.

Friday at Last

It’s Friday and I don’t think I can enjoy it, I need a vacation from my life, nothing I ever do is right; everyone has something to complain about, in regards to me. If I have done something right in regards to whomever you are a shout out would be great. Because at home I am under so much stress and cannot seem to do anything correctly. Not even order pizza, it is crazy, or maybe I am, I am telling everyone right now that I need a vacation. I need a day at a spa, I need a massage, I need to sit down and read a book without that being criticized. And it is not one single person doing the criticizing it is many people. I can’t do anything right at work, not at home, not even in my car. I need a break, I need something. I need praise, let’s be honest, I feed off of it, I crave it and I am not getting it. Anywhere. I miss my Mary Kay meetings; I was always guaranteed praise once a week. I wish just one person in my life had something positive to say about me. I feel so beat down right now.
I find myself not looking forward to anything anymore, although Taco Bueno with Elizabeth Anne was greatness, I did like that. This overwhelming feeling of failure is not greatness, I have so many failures recently, I have failed at being a mother, apparently at being a fiancé and anything else I can think of. My life is a mess and I don’t know how to fix it. I still miss Sandi every day and I have the compounded grief of missing Dee, not to mention Arthur. Now everything else, craziness, I used to be such a together human. Everything seems so difficult now, I go home, watch TV, do laundry, vacuum, then hide the rest of the evening in my bedroom. For several different reasons, not just one.
I am afraid the stress in my life is going to make me look old, I know you are thinking, that is your big worry, well yes, yes it is. When you are a person like me, who has gotten by on their looks all this time, that is a huge fear. I guess there is always Botox for that worry.
Any other suggestions for lessening my stress or for stress relief are greatly appreciated, as I do not see the stress factors going away anytime soon.

Life Calling

I have decided on my life vocation, comedian, I think I would be brilliant at this. Here is my goal, become a stand up comic, get discovered by Hollywood, get my own sitcom and hire Dean Cain as my love interest next door neighbor co-star. I think I could do it. I am very funny; of course it is more commentary funny than anything else. Or maybe reactionary funny, I can’t decide. I just know that I would be brilliant at it. However if you are going to come to one of my shows, don’t bring the kids, you make more money if you work blue.
I don’t know if I have always been funny or if I became funny after a lifetime of pain, interesting they say the best comics have had something traumatic happen to them. Well that would be me; I have not had an easy life however I have been able to keep a sense of humor throughout it all. My dad always said it was better to laugh than to cry. I believe him, I am not a pretty crier, so laughing is definitely better for me.
Side benefit of being a famous comic, I might get to do sci-fi, I mean seriously, who does not want to be a green girl? Or a mutant, I wonder what my power would be? I totally need a character that is Cordelia like in nature as I am basically her or she is me. I can’t decide which came first, the egg or the chicken. I know without a doubt I have been wasting my potential. The potential for comedy, I think I have proven I am great in situations that are outside my norm. The Scott Baio incident proves that, as well as the Garth Brooks one. Plus I am pretty, pretty girls who are funny are all the rage now, so I am hitting at the right time. As far as age goes, well, after a few shows I can afford plastic surgery and will be able to shave a few years off, ok, more than I already do.
I do believe this is going to be a good vocation for me, I think I have found my calling in life. And so late in life, wonder what God was thinking.

Privacy and Security

At work I am on a new team, well sort of, I still have the same manager, however, all new people. I am the only one from her previous team that followed her to the new team. We had our first team meeting yesterday, and what a pleasant one it was. The team is made up mainly of women, and we have all been with the company in other areas, not just this one. We are also a more mature set, all within 10 years of each other. We all bring experience and knowledge and none are shy about sharing. All are respectful and show a tendency towards insightfulness. I loved it, one of the best team meetings I have been to in a long time. I look forward to working with this group.
Yesterday I had one of the creepiest things happen to me in a long time; a man contacted me on Facebook and wanted to know if I wanted to chat with him. Now I don’t know this man, have never heard of him and his not friends with any of my friends. I asked him if I knew him, huge possibility we had gone to school together and I had forgotten him, he said no, he saw my profile and picture and I was cute. I thought I had all of my privacy settings very strict, well apparently with each change FB made the system degraded my privacy settings. I was nice to him, I told him while I was flattered he found me attractive enough to contact, I was in a committed relationship and he would need to find someone else to chat with.
I want this to be a warning, go check your privacy settings today on Facebook!

Addictions

I have serious addiction issues, I am going to list my addictions here and I would love feedback, I want to know if everyone thinks I am as crazy as I think I am.
1. Television
2. Chocolate
3. Popcorn
4. Taco Bueno
5. Mexican food
6. Watermelon
7. Facebook
8. Smurfs game
9. Sleep
10. Diet Coke
11. Boy Bands
12. Blueberry Tea
13. Coffee
14. Coffee Treats
15. Starbucks
16. Iphone
17. Email
18. Ipad
19. Candy
20. Soap Operas
21. Being thin
22. Sour Skittles
Those are just a few addictions I have. Please tell me yours.

Pool Time

Parts of my weekend were great, parts were ok and parts drove me crazy, and not in the good way. I had the Irishman pick his girls up from Summer Care Friday so I could run all of my errands and not have to drag them around Saturday. Saturday morning I was able to take them to the pool for a good long time, where they proceeded to wear me out, which is a good thing. They did not see but we interrupted a make out session between a one armed 70 year old man with a 20 something two armed girl. I know all the men are saying good for him, but I am here to tell you he was no Hugh Heffner. They soon left when they realized we were a noisy group, and then another family came with kids the same age as the girls, so a good time was had by all.
Then it was back to the apartment for showers and lunch, and then Jeffrey called and said he was on his way to get Tess and did I want to come over. So of course I said yes, took the girls to play with Tessa and had a great visit with my son. He now has me addicted to a new show, Swamp People, wow, the men who hunt those Gators, just incredible, brave, loyal, and fearless. I just cannot say enough, I was getting nervous for them in some situations.
Sunday the Irishman’s children’s mother wanted them so he took them over to her and he and I had a quiet afternoon. It was nice. Today is back to the grindstone, I look forward to helping people all week.

The Open Road

I hate driving slow and I hate slow drivers, especially at 4:30 in the morning, what were all those people doing on the road this morning? I promise you I have never seen so many people on the road, it begs the question what were they doing there. Were thy just coming home from being out all night? Were they going to work? What? And let me tell you, they all need to learn to drive, how on earth are you going to get on a major freeway and not do at least the speed limit? Ok I admit I am a fast driver, I like driving 80 to 90 MPH, however, the speed limit is 60 or 70 depending on where you are at, and I believe people should at least drive the speed limit. If you are not going to do this, get off the road. You are driving me crazy. That is never a good thing.
I have had a life long love of cars, I believe I can blame this on genetics, my grandfather was a mechanic, my father was a mechanic, I married a mechanic (the first time around) and all of my nephews and cousins were always working on their cars. I love American muscle cars; I want one so bad I can taste it.
There is a specific car I want, I want, desire, must have a 1964 and a half Ford Mustang, I have a specific paint job in mind as well. I want 3 coats of red then 3 coats of candy apple on it, and I don’t want an orange based red, I want a blue based red. I want a deep, deep lipstick red, with the candy apple coating, can you imagine? My head is light just thinking about it. I want camel color leather interior, shifter on the floor not the column, straight 8, the only concession I would want to modern times is the stereo, that is it, I don’t think I could live with AM radio the rest of my days.
I would also love a 1964 Ford Falcon, I love those cars, my grandfather had one and it was fantastic. I am enamored with cars, I always have been, enamored with speed, it is freeing flying down the highway, nothing in front of you, nothing behind you. Just the freedom of the drive, a time where you can put in the greatest driving songs on the planet and just floor it, open up the carburetor and go! Try it today, you will thank me tomorrow.

What I Miss About Owasso, Oklahoma

When I am completely stressed out by situations I can’t control I retreat to a world in which I had no responsibilities, no worries and very few serious thoughts. I retreat to Owasso, Oklahoma, in the summer time I especially become nostalgic for things I miss. So, I am going to tell you all of the things I miss about Owasso.
I miss laying out for 4 hours a day with my best friend Tammi watching our soaps, getting the best tan in the world. I miss spending hours figuring out the perfect makeup, the perfect hair and getting dressed to go to the Skate Ranch. I miss lying in my bed reading Tiger Beat, listening to the Bay City Rollers and singing every song at the top of my lungs. I miss going to the pond and swimming, I miss going to the creek and doing absolutely nothing. I miss staying up all night and reading, then being able to function the next day.
I miss my mom’s cooking, I really miss her hot chocolate, I don’t know how she made it but it was amazing, made with real milk and real cocoa and real sugar. Nothing artificial, just amazing, calorie loaded goodness. I miss homemade ice cream, working in the garden, fried green tomatoes and eating strawberries freshly picked.
I miss spending all day with my best friend, then hours on the phone with her. I miss the Tastee Freeze, across from the old football field. It is no longer there, I don’t know what went up in its place, but they took away an iconic treat for the children of today.
I miss going to church at the First Freewill Baptist Church in Owasso, Oklahoma, I miss going to Six Flags with the youth group every summer. I miss hearing Brother Pirtle preach, and I miss stopping at the store for a Sunday paper and bubble gum (paper for my dad, gum for me).
These are the things that I think about when I am completely stressed out by things I can’t control in this life, I long for a simpler time, a time when I was unencumbered by the everyday life of an adult. I am sure my parents were stressed, however they never showed it. I miss you Owasso, I hope that you are sharing your simple treasures with the children that are growing up there now.

Joey Gorga

Let’s discuss Real Housewives of New Jersey, more specifically Joey Gorga, I love this man. He is filling a void that was left when Joey Tribianni left the airwaves. This is a man that you just want to look in his eyes and say the words you’re so pretty to. He is so good looking it makes your teeth hurt, he is so oblivious to everything that goes on around him it gets you misty eyed thinking he could have been on the cast of friends. He could literally be a brother to Joey Tribianni, the resemblances are not just physical, it is in the way he dresses, the way he talks, the way he moves. I seriously think he should sue Friends for stealing his persona!
What can I say about this man, he is so very loyal to his wife, it is so obvious when he looks at her he loves her beyond anything. He has the most beautiful children I have ever seen; in fact all of the children on this show are unbelievably beautiful. Are they all like that in Jersey? Joey Gorga shirtless? I do believe in those scenes the heavens open up and the angels sing.
Let’s talk about his unbridled happiness when he gets to dress in women’s clothing, first it was Halloween, he looked so at home in his Snooki costume, then the very special Blossom issue, I mean Christmas episode. Someone dares Joey to put on Jacqueline’s sequined jumpsuit, he just looks so happy at the thought! Of course he jumps at it, and rushes off to put Jacqueline’s clothes on. He walks in the room just glowing; he looked like he had found his calling. I hope they show more of Joey Gorga, he rocks that show this season.

Cooking Skills and Stuff

I have so many thoughts in my head that absolutely can never come out that it is killing me. Heaven help everyone if I ever get Alzheimer’s and forget I am not supposed to tell things. I need a day to me, where I am totally alone and I can geek out or lifetime tv it up, with no interruptions, no condescending remarks on my viewing habits or eating habits. I plan for my popcorn treats thank you very much. I need no comments. I need no comments on my diet coke habit, which I try to keep to 3 a week, not too bad if you ask me. I don’t foresee such a day in the near future. I may go completely insane soon, and not in the good way that I already am.
If the heat gets much more unbearable I am moving to Alaska, or Wyoming, one of the two, oh in Wyoming I can ride horses! I choose Wyoming.
So on Weight Watchers I find myself eating less and less, the point value for the day is 29; I like to keep it to 20 if I can. It would be great if I could get it under 20 points a day! Can you imagine the weight I could lose? Oh the thought! I am heady with the images of a skinny me.
I have lost whatever little cooking skills I ever possessed; I cannot remember how to make potato salad, how sad is that. I know I have a theory and it is that I am pretty I don’t have to cook. I stand by that theory; Elizabeth does not cook either, so there. We are both non-cookers cause we are pretty.
If you are pretty and you cook, please no hate messages, this is all very tongue in cheek, I have never enjoyed cooking and I am sure I would not have enjoyed it even if I were unattractive. The concept of it relaxes one is just lost on me, I have never enjoyed spending all of my time in the kitchen over a hot stove, mixing, measuring, stirring, I think I just got a little queasy from the thought. I shall leave the real cooking to the professionals. Although I will say I make killer dressing, I love my dressing, before you all jump on that, it is my moms recipe. Passed down to me and I do it well. That’s about it.
So, happy birthday Alex, my youngest who is 20 today, I hope your day is everything you want it to be.