October 20, 2014

The Charm Of Home, as I always say, makes the darned prettiest food I've ever seen. If I lived there, I'd probably eat everything in sight.

Nicer Than New has started a "Silent Sunday" weekly party. Load some photos and join them!

So Much Better With Age created a very cute spider pillow. Looks so real!

Doesn't this look delightfully good by Fairhope Supply Co.?

Garden Up Green came up with a winner of a cute pumpkin with pieces of wood.

I would love to have this brick wall over at Row House Events & Interiors.

A fetching still life - by Frugal Little Bungalow.

A sedate and uncluttered bedroom by Magenta And Lime, along with some organization.

Such a cute fall vignette from House Of Hawthornes.

She had thrifted finds to show you, but I zoomed right in on this kitty at A La Carte.

The Heathered Nest really dressed up these chairs.

A Halloween vignette, by Debbie Dabble.

Pretty colored kerchiefs hanging on a clothesline in the sunshine by 22 Applegate Lane.

I think paper bags had much to do with this cute wreath by Vintage, Paint And More.

Lynda Bergman showed how to paint on canvas drop cloths.

A fast harvest sign by The Turquoise Home.

3 Boys & A Dog displayed a pretty fall vignette outside.

Penny's Vintage Home has a pumpkin man at the wheel of a vintage tractor.

At Home With Jemma displays a pretty formal corner.

 All right, let's see what you've been busy tweaking this week!

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I love the combination of blue and white. But then I also love red and white. Blue and white is more calming. I think I shall always have a bit of blue and white decor in my home for tranquility.

This will be a moon flower. I just love them, blooming at night. Such a difference from all it's sun-loving fellow flowers. Such a treat to walk outside and see the large white flower beaming at you in the darkness.

And surprise of surprises, that big bloom is still there this morning! I guess because it rained and the sun hasn't been shining yet. What a treat!

The mums are doing their thing quite well. Lots of colors. Tucked in here and there in the patio garden.

I shall always have white in my gardens. It softens all the colors, and gives a place for the eye to rest.

I enjoy the simple sight of mugs lined up along a shelf. Things you love should be out where you can enjoy it. Which is why I love kitchen cabinets without the doors. I would be perfectly happy with shelves. 

To me it is gratifying to see my things all lined up in this exact soldier-like pattern. Kind of silly, I know. But it makes me feel organized and as though everything is in its rightful place. 

Then all feels right with the world.

The morning glory blooms are slowing way down. Soon they will be gone. I brought the little seedlings over from the house when I moved. They are very hearty!

The bean pods on the hyacinth bean vine are beginning to turn brown and dry. I am gathering them in a plastic bag for next year. I love to be frugal! I bought one packet years ago, and have had many years of these beauties without paying a penny.

The sun this year is covered by the hyacinth bean vine instead of the passion vine of last year. However, I dug up a few starts of the passion vine. It is climbing, but is not mature enough to have flowers this year. Hoping for next year.

See you later for Tweak It.

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October 19, 2014

I've been asked to share some tips on how to grow your blog. Of course you could ask any blogger this, and they will probably have different viewpoints and angles and tips. These, however, are mine.

So you've set up your blog, made it look pretty, now what? 

You may feel like you're on a deserted island out there, but you've got an entire community to learn from and ask questions of.

Most of you know that I have been on multiple blogging platforms. And that I spent one year on Wordpress. I'm back on Blogger and this is where I plan to stay for the foreseeable future. 

Is there a place for Wordpress in the blogging world? Of course. Do you need to move your blog to WP to define yourself and play in the big leagues. A resounding NO.

I lost all my posts from April 2009-July 2013, and I'm still glad I moved back. It's easier on Blogger, someone else is at the helm providing the hosting that I don't have to deal with or pay for, and I can focus just on my blog. 

Some want to go there because they feel like they own their blog content on WP. You own it as long as you pay the hosting fees every month. As soon as you stop paying that fee, your blog evaporates. So that's your call.

Wordpress is a wonderful tool. But a blogger does not need every bell and whistle out there. If you sell products and you blog about your business and all that, yes, you might need to expand to a full-blown website. 

If you're just writing a blog and maybe have an Etsy shop, etc., Blogger is plenty good enough. And it's free. 

Moving to a paid platform will not make you a better writer, a better photographer, a better anything. It just means you have to learn some code and pay the bill. Good luck to you on that.
I think the most important thing you can do as a newish blogger is to mingle. Which means join blog parties. 

Please don't add a list a mile long of blog parties you're linking to for one post. It just looks tacky. Join up to three. That's my limit. That way you have time to go visit other linked blogs. There's no way you will do that if you join a big list, and you know it. There is blog etiquette, just like there's etiquette everywhere.

There are mommy blogs, foodie blogs, political blogs, photography blogs. Every kind of blog you could possibly think of.  

So find your "place" and join link-up parties. And comment, comment, comment. 

Once you start your blog, if you don't post consistently, you will not garner a following. Simple as that. If you're only going to post once a month or even once a week, don't waste your time. 

Readers want consistency. You are like a column or a magazine or a TV show. They want to know when to expect you, and you'd be smart to show up. I blog every single day. That is of course not mandatory. But it keeps you up in the Google rankings and the more you post, the more opportunities you have to gain readers. 

Write well. By this I mean take note of spelling and make your blog look professional by showing that you care what you put out there. Keywords? I don't worry with them.

Skip the fancy script-y fonts for your content. You want your content to be as readable as possible. Skip the tiny fonts. Skip the light-colored fonts. And skip the black backgrounds. If you want my advice, use black text on a white background. Simple but very effective. 

If you love fancy fonts, save them for post titles or graphics or your blog title.

Be nice. Be helpful to other bloggers. Put your email address or contact information in an easy to find place on your blog. Make yourself available. You will make more friends this way, and you will make yourself more approachable to your readers. 

Put the date on your post. This sounds so easy. But the trend now is to not put the date on your post. What this says to me is: "I could have written this post last month, and you won't know it." What do I do when I see posts without dates? I skip them altogether. 

If you can't be transparent about when you are posting, then I'm not going to be a reader. Newspapers use dates, magazines use dates. Professionals use dates.

Make your blog pretty and easy to navigate. It is these blogs that will have the most visits and gain the most readers. I could tell you to just put up some background that is ultra busy and free just because it appeals to you. But you don't want it to be too busy. It's better to be somewhat generic than over the top.

You can use the Blogger Template Designer and Picmonkey and create a beautiful blog. You can also buy templates from Etsy or designers that sell premade blog templates. The one I'm currently using is by Envye

Purchasing a template won't break the bank. We're talking anywhere from $10 to $50.

Switch the template and you have a whole new look in just a few minutes. If you choose to hire a designer and have the money to pay for it, go for it. But if you prefer to learn how to build the elements yourself, it's out there for your learning pleasure. 

Just Google whatever you want to know and eventually you will stumble upon a tutorial. Keep in mind that all tutorials won't work on all blogs.

Ask questions. If you don't know how to do a permalink to join a party, email the party host. I ask questions all the time. You can't learn if you don't ask. 

People email me all the time with questions. I answer them promptly. If I don't know, I try to figure it out.

I have tips on my Cozy Little House navigation bar. If you want to go to my tips blog for Blogger users, it is http://brendasblogtips.blogspot.com

I don't keep it that up-to-date. I just casually add tips when I come upon them or think of them. It's mostly a place for me to go when I can't remember how to do something. And if I've ever looked it up, it's documented there. Like I said, all tips don't work for all blogs.

Do you need to buy a domain? Not necessarily. If you think your blog might evolve into a business, it might be a more important point to ponder. 

Heard of A Cup Of Jo? Well, she's pretty famous, and she is on Blogger and the end of her blog name is not a .com. It is blogspot.com. If you want to go see for yourself, visit  http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com.

Write from your heart. I don't mean tell all your secrets, although you can of course tell as much as you please. Write as if you're talking to someone. As with everything else, the more you write, the better a writer you become.

You can write in narrative, story form, tutorial-form. There are tons of ways to get your point across. I may just offer an online course on writing one of these days. I love to write. Which is why I got a degree in professional writing in college.

Learn to take good photos. In fact, keep learning until you can take GREAT photos. When I see a new blog with fantastic photos, I know that blogger was going strong right out of the gate. Photos are super important. Crisp, clear photos. 

If you want to learn the manual settings, go right ahead. I choose to take photos the simple way, on automatic. No flash. NO FLASH.

You can take your photos to Picmonkey and correct them. Make them lighter, brighter, sharper. Picmonkey is my go-to place for editing photos and creating designs. I pay for the premium which is about $25 a year to get all the bells and whistles. I don't really like Photoshop. I don't find it very user-friendly. If you are comfortable on Photoshop, more power to you.

DO NOT EVER start a post with something like: "I know I haven't posted in awhile..." The death knell sounds. I know from that one sentence that you aren't really a serious blogger. And if you're not serious about your blog, why should I make it a priority to read it? 

There are instances of course when there has been an illness which would explain your absence.

If you only casually blog and never plan to try and make money from it, then you set your own rules. If you want to eventually make money, you have to consistently post. Sponsors look at that kind of thing.

If you find you're not comfortable with the whole world reading, you can easily make it a private blog and invite only the readers you choose. 

I visit a number of blogs every day. I try to visit new-to-me blogs each day. That's how you grow, how you learn, and find out what you like. And while you're there, you might as well read their last post and leave a comment. You might get a new reader out of it.

COMMENT, COMMENT, COMMENT. I know one very successful blogger who consistently commented with more than "I like this" or "great post." And that, my fellow bloggers, is one reason she became so successful. 

Her name is Kim and her blog is Savvy Southern Style. That girl, over the years I've known her, has commented one hell of a lot. And it paid off. And continues to pay off. 

Social media. I don't much care for it. I don't use anything but Pinterest. I blog because I love blogging and I need to help support myself. Not to be seen all over Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Instagram, etc. I'm not saying it won't move mountains for you. But it's a LOT of work. And subsequently, often causes burnout. It can be overwhelming.

Many go to Facebook and try to direct readers over to their blog. Why not focus on great blog posts and grow them organically? Which means to gain growth from the original source.

In fact, I don't have social media buttons on my blog at all. I do have a link to Pinterest. One blog consultant wrote that if you put social media icons on your blog, as everyone has probably told you to do, you are sending your readers away from your blog.

You want your readers to stay on your blog and explore. If you send them somewhere else, they might not come back. It's your choice.

I would burn out fast if I tried to be everywhere at once. I notice that bloggers nowadays are often paying someone else to ghost write social media for them or even make comments. To me this is ridiculous. If you can't do the job, then what on earth is the point? 

I guess if you're making millions, it might be a different story. Most of us don't make millions. So it's a moot point.

You know, it's just like your friendships in the "real" world. You are there for your friend when he/she needs you. You make yourself available. You politely answer their questions. You put your best foot forward. You are authentic. 

Now apply that to blogging.

This is not rocket science. Here is a simple breakdown of things I find important to do as a blogger:

1. Post consistently. If that's three days a week, then that's when your readers will expect you. Show up.

2. Join blog parties and get the word out about your blog. While I'm on that topic, it is a good idea to put your blog URL on all your email communications. Have business cards made and hand them out. Just get the word out about your blog.

3. Be available to your readers and other bloggers. If they ask you a question, don't let it sit in your inbox a week before you answer. Manners, manners, manners.

4. Make sure your blog is designed well, is clear and concise when it comes to wording, and is easy for everyone to read. This doesn't mean you have to hire a designer and pay big bucks. Simple is often quite beautiful. And easy on the eye.

5. Learn how to take great photos. Practice inside, outside. The more you practice, as with anything, the better you will be. Do not post fuzzy out-of-focus photos.

6. Comment, comment, comment on other blogs that you like to read. That are in your genre. They will eventually get curious and go see who you are.

7. You don't have to jump on the band wagon of every social media platform to be a blogger. Others may tell you different. Your time is  better spent, in my opinion, right there on your blog.

8. Leave religion and politics off the table. You can cause a war in a short amount of time. 

9. Write as much about yourself as you're comfortable with. We want to know you. We want to know what your surroundings look like. We want to know your own unique sense of humor. But it is up to you at what point you draw the line. 

In my opinion, in this age of vast social media, it just isn't too smart to continually show children and grandchildren in your photos. There's too much ugliness out there. 

It's your call, but keep in mind that you don't know who is viewing them. What their intentions might be. How dangerous they are. And if they might just find out your address.

10. Be yourself. That's what will make your blog stand out from the rest. There is no one like you. That has your unique personality, sense of humor, depth, style. Stick to being yourself and you will shine.

You. Will. Shine.

Next time in this series I'll write about ways to make money blogging.

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October 18, 2014

Yesterday afternoon was quite literally like something out of a movie. Diane Keaton would perhaps have starred. 

It is long and convoluted, to say the least. So pour a cup of coffee or tea before you read. 

I'm one of those people who is notoriously early for appointments. If I'm within the 15 minute range, I'm starting to panic a bit. 

Somewhere along the line, I applied in my life attitude how important people's time is. That means everyone. I'm not putting anyone out that I don't have to. I-Am-On-Time. For everything. 

I arrived for my CAT scan. Filled out mucho paperwork. Provided my driver's license and insurance card. Paid the $100 down of the $500 they figured I'd have to pay apart from insurance, and sat waiting. I was alone in the waiting room. 

I was a bit startled when I saw the cost of the procedure: $1800. For a CAT scan of my foot and ankle? Oh well, you know how medical procedures are through the proverbial roof. 

Just before the technician took me back, I asked the lady at the front desk how long this would take. I had finally had my coffee of the day, which ended up being a caramel iced coffee from McDonalds. I might want to go back and use the rest room.

I don't remember how long she said, but it was more than I had thought. Much longer. I said: "Really? For a CAT scan?"

She laughed: "Oh hon, you're not getting a CAT scan. You're getting an MRI."

Alarm bells rang in my head. No one ever mentioned an MRI.

"I believe I'm here to get a CAT scan," I said, trying to backtrack to the conversation with the doctor 24 hours before. 

"We don't even do CAT scans here. No, you misunderstood. That doctor sends people here all the time."

I thought a minute. "No, I'm sure he said a CAT scan." She smiled and shook her head.  

Was Candid Camera around the corner waiting to jump out and tell me this was a joke of some kind?

"Please look," I said. "At the order sheet they sent over. I distinctly recall him repeating CAT scan a number of times yesterday." 

She kind of waved me off, but looked for it to pacify me. "Oh my word. It does say a CAT scan." She looks up: "Then why are you here?"

"Uh, yes, why am I here?"


The morning had already been difficult. After I got the dogs in the car at the vet's office, Abi somehow hit a button and my warning lights were flashing. I had no idea how to turn them off. I could not afford to be stopped. The boot, you see. Yet how was I going to carry 25 pounds worth of dogs into the vets and out without the boot to walk in?

I finally became so frustrated that when I saw a young thirty-ish woman get out of her car, I rolled my window down and asked her if she'd mind helping me. 

I could see the blank look on her face. You see this type of "could you please help me" ploy in movies and they don't usually end well for the unwitting victim/good Samaritan. 

She kindly walked over. We got out the car manual and tried to figure it out. Why do they make those things so confusing? I had pushed everything conceivable that Abi could have hit up against. Finally I pushed one on the dashboard and it turned it off. Sigh of relief from both of us. 

But how on earth did Abi manage to get there and hit a flat button? We shall never know. 

So back to the CAT scan. 

I asked the woman to please call the doctor's office. Being Friday afternoon after 2 p.m., she said they might be closed. She called anyway. Someone answered and she explained the problem. Then handed the phone to me. 

The person on the other end said: "If they don't do CAT scans, why on earth did they make the appointment for you and call you to confirm it?" the woman said. 

I said: "If they have never done CAT scans and you use them regularly, why did they get contacted to do this in the first place?

It became "pass the buck time." I told them I wanted to get this CAT scan done today. And I would wait while they scrambled to find a place. 

I have a cheap cell phone, but have to pay for my minutes, since the whole thing is just $9 a month. I wasn't using it unless I had to. I abhor the things anyway. And a so-called "smart phone" is out of the question. People spend so much time on them while walking straight into you, and who wants to pay for the internet on those as well? Not me.

The technician who was about to perform the MRI that would have cost $1800 tells me: "If we'd done the MRI, it wouldn't even have shown what the doctor needs to see. You'd have done it for nothing."


Oh, and $1800!

They call back and tell me to go to another location. I wrote the info down and hobbled out to the car in my boot. As I got on the right street, I realized there were quite a lot of big buildings that might have Suite 100(s) in them. Which one was it? They had failed to give me the address.

I had 10 minutes. They were of course squeezing me in. I turned around and stopped at one of those My Doctor places and asked the receptionist if she knew where I was to go from here. She looked it up on her computer. Probably wondering: Why on earth doesn't this woman have a smart phone?"

She finally called them and they gave her better directions. I get in the car, make a U-turn at the next light because there was a median, and start back up the hill. I find it and hobble inside. 

The room is full of people. Nary a free chair in the place. Whereas at the other we-only-do-MRI's place, I was the only person in the waiting room. They were scrambling to put paperwork together for me. They'd had just a few minutes notice after all. 

A nice man who was leaving showed me he was vacating his chair, and I sat down with the reams of paperwork. And for the second time in the past hour and a half, began to fill them out. I hand over my driver's license and insurance card. And my debit card.

I start filling them out and notice a charge of $1200 something. Wow, I think. These things are expensive. When I have filled them all out, I take them back to the front desk. 

"Oh," I said. "I have one question. Is it really that much to have a CAT scan?"

"No," she said. "But the woman who filled out your order here forgot and put you down for an MRI. Don't worry. I've already changed it."

(Cue smoke coming out of my ears in a cartoon-ish fashion.)

Enter Diane Keaton in her glasses. Remember the way she would cock her head to one side while half-smiling, as if to say: Am I the only person here who understands?

"Okay," I said. "I am getting a CAT scan, right?" 

"Right," she says. 

Since they had to work me in, I'm sitting there two hours with a bunch of other women of varying ages. CNN is on the TV mounted to the wall, and everyone is discussing the ebola crisis. There is a bit of a debate among us on how it is contracted. 

The woman next to me, five years my junior I learn, had just moved here from California. Her husband is in the medical field and they are only here for a short time. The conversation shifts.

"The first thing I said to my husband when we got here in July is: People smoke here," she said with alarm in her voice.

I said: "They don't smoke in California?" (Lord, I want to move where no one smokes and triggers asthma attacks.)

She taps off on her fingers the laws there and apparently you can only smoke in your home, and only there if you don't live in an apartment dwelling. 

"I just can't believe people here smoke. Just walking down the street. In their cars!" she said in dismay. 

I tell her she is in a world about 30 years behind. She says thank God it isn't for long. "Do you know what the reading level of children in school here is?" she asks me. 

No, I don't. But by the look on her face, I know it must be abysmal. Money is taken from schools at a rapid rate these days. And another bit of trivia: Oklahoma drivers pay the highest auto insurance rates of any place in this country. 

Then she mentions all the road construction.

Yes, unfortunately we tend to have crappy roads. And if a road is to be fixed, one area will take about three years. I know, I live off one and I couldn't drive down it. The traffic of those trying to detour around it was ridiculous. It has just recently been opened to traffic.

The woman looks at me wide-eyed. "They would have that sort of thing done in three weeks in California." Clearly she would like to reverse the last four months and go straight back there. To a place where people are not allowed to smoke and roads get fixed quickly and schools aren't so far behind. 

"And they actually tax food here!" she says next. 

I nod. Yes, they do.  

"And," one of the older women chimed in. "This is the most dangerous city in the country, according to a study. And women are more likely to be murdered here than most other places." (I couldn't remember the exact details on where OK falls in that category, but that rang almost true.) 

(Being the curious person I am, I looked that up when I finally got home. And these are the facts: A report issued recently ranked the state of Oklahoma the third-highest in the nation for the number of women murdered by men. The study focused on domestic violence, looking at cases where one woman was killed by one man.

The news for Tulsa in particular is even more grim. A look through homicides in Tulsa since 2012 shows that 15 women were killed in domestic crimes as outlined in the report. For every 100,000 women in Tulsa, 2.68 have been murdered by a man since 2012.
The state’s rate — bad enough to be topped by only two other states, Alaska and South Carolina — is 2.03 per 100,000.
The woman from California is blinking in consternation. She must think she has arrived in a place of alien infrastructure. She shakes her head in irritation.

I don't add to the fray with the info that a few weeks ago a woman was beheaded at her work place by a man who'd just been fired.

"And I think I saw a person carrying a gun," the woman says. "Actually on them. Can people really carry guns???"

Yes, this woman is clearly out of her element here.

Of course I looked that up as well: Oklahoma is generally a gun-friendly state, and has mostly less-restrictive gun laws. Being part of the Southern United States and Western United States, Oklahoma is home to a strong gun culture, which is reflected in Oklahoma's gun laws. 

On May 2012, Oklahoma State Senate Bill 1733 was signed into law by Governor Mary Fallin, which authorized open and concealed carry of handguns by permit holders.

The room slowly empties as the afternoon wears on. A constant stream of info on the ebola crisis runs across the bottom of the TV via CNN.

I am to be the last called in. I've been there two hours. The man takes me back to the room where he will do the CAT scan.

"Okay," he says. "I don't exactly have a lot of paperwork here to go on, since this was so last minute. But I believe they just want scans of the (I can't remember the medical terminology) blah-blah ankle. He points to my leg with his pen. 

I said: "Well, it was my impression that he wanted to see something a bit higher up as well."


"Really?" he says. "That's not normally what they ask for. They just want images of the blah-blah-blah."

I explain to him what I recall of the x-ray the doctor showed me, and how he tapped his pen about halfway up it, where a space widened and there was gray inside.

I sigh. "Would you please call them to make sure. This has been an unusually crazy day. And I don't want to have to come back and do this again if we're not sure."

He goes into another room to call, comes back, and says: "Well, you're right! I'll just go from there down the whole foot."

In no time I am sitting in the waiting room waiting for the disk. He will send his report to the doctor, which will now be next week. And I will have the disk if the doctor wants to look it over. I am happy to have the disk in my possession. After the whole cluster-you-know-what.

I am in no mood for supper. I am exhausted. I stop at Braums and buy two cartons of ice cream (sale price 2 for $3!) and head home. I tell myself I deserve a treat. I prefer to not remember that I have had "a treat" for three nights in a row.

The dogs weren't as bad as usual. I had given them the heavy duty composure pill the vet had given me before I left. And that's a whole other story I'll tell you about tomorrow.

Diane Keaton would be laughing her little skittish laugh and tossing her head to one side. Her eyes would roll and she would say: "Oh my word, what a day!"

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October 17, 2014

It's been a busy 24 hours. Yesterday I went to a doctor about my ankle. They did an x-ray and he thinks I may need to have surgery again. 

I'm going out this afternoon for a CAT scan because of a gray area he was concerned about. Then I guess I'll make another appointment with him to see what he says. At least I got a new boot. Those things fall apart fast and are very expensive. My insurance has not been very helpful. 

I just got back from taking both dogs to the vet. They have secondary infections, and Charlie has tonsillitis. They were not happy campers to get shots. 

When they brought a new boot in for me yesterday, I could tell it was one that went up to the knee. So when they came back to put it on, I asked if I could drive in it.

The doctor heard me from the hall and came around the corner and said I could not drive in any boot. Well, I have been. I don't have any choice. I've tried doing the brake with my left foot, but I'm terribly clumsy at it. 

I told him I didn't have any other choice right now. So they gave me the shorter boot like I already had, because I can bend my knee better in it. And said all this was at my own  risk. Well, I realize this. I wish things could be different.

You never think when you're young that you will come to a point where you have no idea who is going to be around to help you out when push comes to shove. 

Heavens, there's a college student who went home and shot and killed his parents and 17 year old sister because he owed a loan shark $3000.  

I just got the book "The Sociopath Next Door." I just can't conceive of actions like this. But it happens all the time. 

According to CBS News:

"Stephens County District Attorney Jason Hicks said Hruby owed money to a loan shark. Hicks did not say why Hruby had so much debt, only that his spending was out of control.
"The reason we were given for the murders was that he was having financial difficulties," Hicks said at a news conference in Duncan. "He felt if he murdered (his family) he would be the only heir to the estate."
Hicks said Hruby shot his mother and father twice each and his sister once. He later left the family's house and disposed of the gun and disc from a home security system. Hruby then traveled to Dallas for the weekend, where he stayed at the upscale Ritz-Carlton hotel, Hicks said.
Hicks said Alan Hruby acted "very nonchalant" and "cold and callous" when he arrived at the home where the bodies of his parents were discovered by the family's housekeeper Monday.
"I tend to think this is a very heinous and atrocious crime," Hicks said. "This shows the fact there was no remorse; this shows this was an evil person."
"Any tears that were shed (by Alan) were crocodile tears," he said.
Alan Hruby's college roommate, Andrew Burmann, reportedly accompanied him on the trip to Dallas following the murders.
Burmann told CBS affiliate KWTV he is in disbelief over the accusations against his friend and that nothing seemed out of the ordinary on their trip to Dallas.
"We were laughing, making jokes and he was hiding this... which is one of the scariest things," Burmann said.
"Nothing he ever did sent up any major red flags," Burmann told the station."


Isn't that the most chilling thing? How on earth could you just go ahead and have the time of your life with blood on your hands? 

So frightening.

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