There's a sad story out of Oklahoma City involving a Desert Storm veteran who worked as a pharmacist in a crime ridden section of the city, and an unarmed 16 year old who made the fatal mistake of helping his 14 year old friend with a robbery one week ago today. Except, neither boy expected the pharmacist to have a gun. The entire botched scheme was caught on video, and the robbery, from start to death took only 46 seconds.
In the first 10 seconds the armed 14 year old, and his unarmed friend enter the pharmacy, with the 14 year old waving the gun as his 16 year old friend struggles to put his mask on. In the next few seconds all hell breaks lose as the 16 year old jerks to the right of the video and falls to the ground while the 14 year old runs out of the store. The Desert Storm veteran is seen holding a gun and chasing (and firing) two more shots at the 14 year old. The pharmacist then returns and after checking on his two female employees, returns to the injured 16 year old and fires FIVE more shots into his stomach, killing him. The entire scene plays out in about 46 seconds on video. The police filed murder charges against the pharmacist after viewing the video.
You occasionally hear about these stories in the news, thief killed by store clerk in robbery attempt but maybe it's because after several years of living in Milwaukee I thought I was immune to the stories, until I saw this bad decision by a couple of teens play out on video, in only 46 seconds.
You have to wonder how long the teens planned for this, a couple of days, a week(?), did they single out this particular pharmacy or was it just opportunity, and a gun? And just how did the 14 year old get the gun, or did he steal it, did the boys flip a coin to decide who would hold the gun, or did the 14 year old have to talk the older teen into helping with the robbery, which I suspect could have been the case after watching the 16 year old struggle to put his mask on while his friend waved the gun. You have to wonder on watching this if it ever crossed their mind that maybe something could go wrong, or were they too focused on what they could buy with all their easy money. Did they ever once consider how easy it would be to die, in only 46 seconds.
Tonight, it's one week later and the 16 year old is in the ground while his 14 year old friend is behind bars, and a disabled Desert Storm veteran with a legally concealed weapon is facing murder charges, thanks to a bad decision played out in life, in only 46 seconds.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Being Stalked by Swine Flu
With all the tv coverage on the latest "soon to be" health disaster swine flu, it almost appears the swine's are getting even with us for our love of sausage. So the next time you open that package of bacon, make sure you look over your shoulder because...
Oh wait. It's a flu, that started with swine? Wow, i've always heard that pigs were smart, and now they've found a way to wipe us humans out with...
Look, i'm not trying to be funny, (oh wait, yes i am!) but my lack of humor is beside the point. Yes, people in Mexico have died from swine flu. People in Wisconsin die from drunken drivers. Maybe it's the fear of being struck down by something you can't see, much like any of those horror movies that have Jason in them, where you just know you shouldn't spend the night in that abandened summer camphouse, but you just can't help it...although in this case it's the flu, and it's hiding out in a beach near Cancun...well that explains the recent swine flu case involving drunken college students...i presume they had plenty to drink but you know what, maybe they were all sipping tea...no wait, they were college kids in Cancun! Are you sure they weren't drinking the water?
I can remember the hysteria over Aids in the 80's...Oh my goodness, beware of gay men! Oh wait, it's a virus...it affects the immune system. You don't have to be gay to get it. It's viral opportunity, let your guard down, let your immune system suffer, and one of many hundreds of thousands of viruses just waiting for their chance will pounce.
So don't eat meat, stomach cancer, don't go out in the sun, skin cancer, don't fly in airplanes, terrorists. Do like i'm planning to do, lay in a fetal position on the couch with a glass of red wine and the weather channel on the tube...til the husband stops paying the cable bill (or i run out of red wine) and i'm forced to go back to work.
My grandmother Reba Davison, who was a nurse and spent her life in the health industry survived the great flu epidemic of 1917-1918 and i asked her if she was ever scared. "No," she said, "i just washed my hands, washed my hands." And honestly, that's the best way to prevent most flu's, cold's, noroviruses, and um...colds, wait, i said that already.
So tonite, wash your hands, wash your hands, turn off the news, and enjoy the sunset...now where's my red wine?
Oh wait. It's a flu, that started with swine? Wow, i've always heard that pigs were smart, and now they've found a way to wipe us humans out with...
Look, i'm not trying to be funny, (oh wait, yes i am!) but my lack of humor is beside the point. Yes, people in Mexico have died from swine flu. People in Wisconsin die from drunken drivers. Maybe it's the fear of being struck down by something you can't see, much like any of those horror movies that have Jason in them, where you just know you shouldn't spend the night in that abandened summer camphouse, but you just can't help it...although in this case it's the flu, and it's hiding out in a beach near Cancun...well that explains the recent swine flu case involving drunken college students...i presume they had plenty to drink but you know what, maybe they were all sipping tea...no wait, they were college kids in Cancun! Are you sure they weren't drinking the water?
I can remember the hysteria over Aids in the 80's...Oh my goodness, beware of gay men! Oh wait, it's a virus...it affects the immune system. You don't have to be gay to get it. It's viral opportunity, let your guard down, let your immune system suffer, and one of many hundreds of thousands of viruses just waiting for their chance will pounce.
So don't eat meat, stomach cancer, don't go out in the sun, skin cancer, don't fly in airplanes, terrorists. Do like i'm planning to do, lay in a fetal position on the couch with a glass of red wine and the weather channel on the tube...til the husband stops paying the cable bill (or i run out of red wine) and i'm forced to go back to work.
My grandmother Reba Davison, who was a nurse and spent her life in the health industry survived the great flu epidemic of 1917-1918 and i asked her if she was ever scared. "No," she said, "i just washed my hands, washed my hands." And honestly, that's the best way to prevent most flu's, cold's, noroviruses, and um...colds, wait, i said that already.
So tonite, wash your hands, wash your hands, turn off the news, and enjoy the sunset...now where's my red wine?
Friday, February 06, 2009
We might need a new word for racist.
You were probably as shocked as i was to hear that Disney's Hannah Montana star Miley Cyrus, is a racist.
You see, sometime last weekend, Miley and her friends were goofing off while the paparazzi were near and Miley pulled her eyes in a slanted position. RACIST! That's right, Miley Cyrus got up that morning and decided to insult all of her Asian fans...at least that's the position of the OCA, which is an organization dedicated to the well being of Asian Pacific American's. They urged Miley to apologize and she did, explaining to anyone who would listen that she didn't mean to insult Asians...she was just trying to be goofy!
Sure, whatever Miley, we're on to you.
And if you don't agree with me, your probably a racist.
(see how stupid that sounds?)
Cindy
You see, sometime last weekend, Miley and her friends were goofing off while the paparazzi were near and Miley pulled her eyes in a slanted position. RACIST! That's right, Miley Cyrus got up that morning and decided to insult all of her Asian fans...at least that's the position of the OCA, which is an organization dedicated to the well being of Asian Pacific American's. They urged Miley to apologize and she did, explaining to anyone who would listen that she didn't mean to insult Asians...she was just trying to be goofy!
Sure, whatever Miley, we're on to you.
Honestly, racism is an ugly word that involves the idea that one's race is superior to another...but we've been throwing the word racist around for just about every stupid thing lately, that i believe we've totally diluted the meaning. We may have to invent a new word that means racist.
And if you don't agree with me, your probably a racist.
(see how stupid that sounds?)
Cindy
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
No good deed goes unrewarded...
Last week when the temperature was minus 10 below and the windchill double that...my mom and her friend were turning around in an Iowan parking lot when they saw a small cat dragging itself through the frozen pavement. The cats back paws appeared to be frozen and it was literally trying to pull it's body across the ground.
Well, who wouldn't be moved at the sight of such suffering? My mom immediately stopped the car and her friend rushed over to rescue the cat. My mom took the cat home, fed it some milk, wrapped it in a sweater and took it over to the family vet. The vet said, "what do you want me to do with it" and my mom replied, "save it."
My mom couldn't keep it as she already has three dogs but her friend offered to give it a home. The vet said that the cat would probably lose the top of her ears and perhaps a paw, but one day later, after putting the cat on an IV, the vet said it was looking pretty good for the cat. They just needed to do one more test.
The test came back positive for feline leukemia, and the cat was put down.
The vet bill came in the mail today. It was 200 bucks.
Well, who wouldn't be moved at the sight of such suffering? My mom immediately stopped the car and her friend rushed over to rescue the cat. My mom took the cat home, fed it some milk, wrapped it in a sweater and took it over to the family vet. The vet said, "what do you want me to do with it" and my mom replied, "save it."
My mom couldn't keep it as she already has three dogs but her friend offered to give it a home. The vet said that the cat would probably lose the top of her ears and perhaps a paw, but one day later, after putting the cat on an IV, the vet said it was looking pretty good for the cat. They just needed to do one more test.
The test came back positive for feline leukemia, and the cat was put down.
The vet bill came in the mail today. It was 200 bucks.
Monday, January 19, 2009
A New Day...or just a song by Celine Dion
Tomorrow we get a new President! (and a free donut from Krispy Kremes...hey wait, they give you a free donut just for walking in the door there...doesn't matter, any excuse will do for a donut!)
You'd think it was the Second Coming by the way people are acting about the inauguration and you know what, it's about time. But i don't mean just because it's President-elect Obama, we should have been doing this every four years, even if it was a president we didn't vote for...because democracy won. People voted, and the guy with the most votes won...Someday we might even say the gal won...Anyhoo, this is the way it works in America, and we're about the only country this happens in...Um Canada, I said just about or aboot, eh?...
You know what's happening in Russia? Putin, the guy that use to be Russia's president who hates our guts...he hand selected a a "puppet" um, man to be president when the Russian constitutional forbid him from ruling...i mean serving three terms...his yes man then made him prime minister, and then changed the constitution so when Putin fixes the Russian election and renames himself president, he won't have to worry about a crazy little thing called term limits. Oh, and when honest journalists and lawyers point out inconvenient truths about how he's actually running and trashing the country, they get assassinated.
So, it's a new day tomorrow, good luck and God bless our new President...and please resist the urge to trash the last one...it's time to move on.
(ps...New Day is a song by Celine Dion, but i prefer Love Can Move Mountains...i love songs with choirs in them.)
You'd think it was the Second Coming by the way people are acting about the inauguration and you know what, it's about time. But i don't mean just because it's President-elect Obama, we should have been doing this every four years, even if it was a president we didn't vote for...because democracy won. People voted, and the guy with the most votes won...Someday we might even say the gal won...Anyhoo, this is the way it works in America, and we're about the only country this happens in...Um Canada, I said just about or aboot, eh?...
You know what's happening in Russia? Putin, the guy that use to be Russia's president who hates our guts...he hand selected a a "puppet" um, man to be president when the Russian constitutional forbid him from ruling...i mean serving three terms...his yes man then made him prime minister, and then changed the constitution so when Putin fixes the Russian election and renames himself president, he won't have to worry about a crazy little thing called term limits. Oh, and when honest journalists and lawyers point out inconvenient truths about how he's actually running and trashing the country, they get assassinated.
So, it's a new day tomorrow, good luck and God bless our new President...and please resist the urge to trash the last one...it's time to move on.
(ps...New Day is a song by Celine Dion, but i prefer Love Can Move Mountains...i love songs with choirs in them.)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thankful.
From February 2006...
I have always envied people who live near their parents...i'd hear them gripe and complain and i'd think..."wouldn't that be cool to live close to your parents so you could see them whenever you want - wouldn't that be a luxury instead of maybe a week out of a year and then again when there's a funeral to attend?" Tomorrow i load up the kids and head out to Iowa...a place where i use to joke "it's not the end of the world but you can see it from there...the big thing in the summer is to sit on my brothers roof and watch the storms roll in...i try to time the vacation so we get at least one tornado warning while we're there...
But lately the trips to Iowa have taken a different tone...my grandma is 98 this year, and my dad is fighting cancer and i find myself holding on to them a little bit longer and begging for stories about when they were younger...you know, the stories they've told a hundred times that i use to be able to say in my sleep...like the one where my aunt met Elvis Presley and was so nervous that when he asked her who her favorite singer was she blirted out "Pat Boone" (totally true)...Elvis thought it was funny BUT for years afterwards when anyone said something STUPID we'd say "Pat Boone."
Every spring my mom and i visit the graves of my great grandparents to lay flowers but the last couple of years she's taken to pointing out the spot where she and dad want to be buried and i find myself being jolted by an incredible burst of pain...like, someday it's going to be my turn to bring my daughter here to lay flowers and honestly, i don't think i'm ready for it, and time which use to move so slowly in Iowa is now suddenly moving too fast for me...but you know what..?
Tomorrow is a time for celebration because i'm going to go home and see my family and even if i win the lottery someday...I will never be as rich as i am now, at this moment.
November 2008 update...
My grandmother passed away later that year, and my grandfather-who i told you about last year when he got married again at 92(!!!)-just had a stroke about 3 weeks ago and doesn't know anyone including his lovely 85 year old bride...but you know what, i'm so thankful because my dad who had been fighting prostate AND colon cancer, is winning the battle! And my stepson Mark who has been to Iraq TWICE, is currently home on US soil and i'm incredibly thankful for that. And sure, i'd like to go home to Iowa to see my parents this Thanksgiving, but i have three kids at home, neighbors whom i love, one turtle and one demented dog, and i'm going to really enjoy this Thanksgiving surrounded by all of them.
I have always envied people who live near their parents...i'd hear them gripe and complain and i'd think..."wouldn't that be cool to live close to your parents so you could see them whenever you want - wouldn't that be a luxury instead of maybe a week out of a year and then again when there's a funeral to attend?" Tomorrow i load up the kids and head out to Iowa...a place where i use to joke "it's not the end of the world but you can see it from there...the big thing in the summer is to sit on my brothers roof and watch the storms roll in...i try to time the vacation so we get at least one tornado warning while we're there...
But lately the trips to Iowa have taken a different tone...my grandma is 98 this year, and my dad is fighting cancer and i find myself holding on to them a little bit longer and begging for stories about when they were younger...you know, the stories they've told a hundred times that i use to be able to say in my sleep...like the one where my aunt met Elvis Presley and was so nervous that when he asked her who her favorite singer was she blirted out "Pat Boone" (totally true)...Elvis thought it was funny BUT for years afterwards when anyone said something STUPID we'd say "Pat Boone."
Every spring my mom and i visit the graves of my great grandparents to lay flowers but the last couple of years she's taken to pointing out the spot where she and dad want to be buried and i find myself being jolted by an incredible burst of pain...like, someday it's going to be my turn to bring my daughter here to lay flowers and honestly, i don't think i'm ready for it, and time which use to move so slowly in Iowa is now suddenly moving too fast for me...but you know what..?
Tomorrow is a time for celebration because i'm going to go home and see my family and even if i win the lottery someday...I will never be as rich as i am now, at this moment.
November 2008 update...
My grandmother passed away later that year, and my grandfather-who i told you about last year when he got married again at 92(!!!)-just had a stroke about 3 weeks ago and doesn't know anyone including his lovely 85 year old bride...but you know what, i'm so thankful because my dad who had been fighting prostate AND colon cancer, is winning the battle! And my stepson Mark who has been to Iraq TWICE, is currently home on US soil and i'm incredibly thankful for that. And sure, i'd like to go home to Iowa to see my parents this Thanksgiving, but i have three kids at home, neighbors whom i love, one turtle and one demented dog, and i'm going to really enjoy this Thanksgiving surrounded by all of them.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
"He's not my president..."
Just wondering...I didn't vote Obama...do i get to say "he's not my president..."
I've never understood that, "he's not my president." But the bottom line is, whether i like it or not, he is going to be the president, and honestly, this nation NEEDS him to be successful, so the bottom line is; I didn't vote for him, but Obama is my president.
Just one thought President-elect Obama,
You promised your daughters a dog if you won the election...might i suggest one of our beautiful Wisconsin greyhounds? See, this way your daughters would have the joy of a dog who acted like a cat...sort of a two for one deal...just think about, ok?
Cindy Huber
ps...God bless our veterans and their families...thank you very much for your sacrifices.
Because for the last eight years, that's been the thing to say when your candidate loses. "He's not my president."
I've never understood that, "he's not my president." But the bottom line is, whether i like it or not, he is going to be the president, and honestly, this nation NEEDS him to be successful, so the bottom line is; I didn't vote for him, but Obama is my president.
Just one thought President-elect Obama,
You promised your daughters a dog if you won the election...might i suggest one of our beautiful Wisconsin greyhounds? See, this way your daughters would have the joy of a dog who acted like a cat...sort of a two for one deal...just think about, ok?
Cindy Huber
ps...God bless our veterans and their families...thank you very much for your sacrifices.
It's so hard to say goodbye...
For most of this fall, i've been bringing my pots from outside into the house to protect them from the cooler autumn nights, but my husband finally put his foot down today saying the entire house was starting to smell like moldy dying plants, which is something coming from a funeral director...i would have thought his nose would be immune to that by now...but noooo....which is why, on this last sunny freak 70 day i'm gathering up my potted outdoor plants and saying goodbye.
So i'll start by saying goodbye goofy low hanging plant whose name i can't remember but i think started with a "b", i'll really miss banging my head on the bottom of your basket everytime i walked out the front door...but it was worth it because you looked stunning most of this summer.
Goodbye metal bistro set, which in concept, should have worked, but we didn't count on the tree branch that hung directly over the table, or the birds that ate the berries directly over our table, and then used the table as a pooping target...or at least that's what it looked like most of this summer.
Goodbye hobbits playing chess who did a poor job of protecting my ferns from the rabbits and chipmunks...have a nice winter rest in the garage, perhaps you can protect the lawnblower from the snowblower, or vice-versa.
So i'll start by saying goodbye goofy low hanging plant whose name i can't remember but i think started with a "b", i'll really miss banging my head on the bottom of your basket everytime i walked out the front door...but it was worth it because you looked stunning most of this summer.
Goodbye metal bistro set, which in concept, should have worked, but we didn't count on the tree branch that hung directly over the table, or the birds that ate the berries directly over our table, and then used the table as a pooping target...or at least that's what it looked like most of this summer.
Goodbye hobbits playing chess who did a poor job of protecting my ferns from the rabbits and chipmunks...have a nice winter rest in the garage, perhaps you can protect the lawnblower from the snowblower, or vice-versa.
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