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Thursday, September 21, 2006

Is the whole world going CRAZY...or is it just ME...thoughts on Dog, the bounty hunter, and the pope

So let me see if i have this straight...you can be a rapist...CONVICTED of 86(!) counts of rape...but if you escape to Mexico...AMERICA isn't allowed to touch you...but if your a bounty hunter and YOU get CAUGHT catching the RAPIST...YOUR the one who goes to JAIL, in MEXICO...how stupid is this...or is it just ME...Honestly, i thought it was some kind of joke when i first heard this...IF YOU DO A CRIME...MOVE TO MEXICO...you can pay off the local police and live there and God forbid if anyone from America tries to bring you back...i'm making the story simple but honestly, check out what is happening to Dog the Bounty Hunter (Duane Chapman) and i guarantee your blood will boil...one of the girls that was raped has started a petition to keep Dog out of Mexico and i'm listing it here:

www.FREEMYDOG.com
(i'm number 3138 just in case your wondering...)

AND NOW, the POPE

I see the pope is apologizing to the Muslims again, and honestly, i'm starting to get sick of this...every night that i turn on the news...some RADICAL ISLAMIST is threatening America...calling us dogs and telling us how their going to kill us and blow up our cities...blowing up our Catholic churches...and this is EVERY NIGHT...and i don't see the Catholics or the Baptist blowing up Mosques...Of course the Baptist might be too busy protesting Planned Parenthood...(note: i'm Baptist...and i have never picketed Planned Parenthood myself although i will admit to burning a record or two in my day)

My point is, how crazy is it that the Radical Islamists have the freedom to say WHATEVER THEY WANT...but God forbid if you're the pope...is this world going crazy, or is it just me..?

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Could you sign my petition for the Cowsills in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ?

I've been wanting to post something in my blog about Barry Cowsill...it's been about a year now since he was reported missing after Hurricane Katrina, and at that time myself and thousands of his friends and fans could never have believed that he would be found dead...it's still bizarre to me...he reminded me of a cat with 9 lives but somewhere along the way he must have used them all up...i first met Barry and his beautiful saint of a wife Debbie in the summer of 1996 when they moved here from Seattle...Debbie worked at the same radio station i did and Barry, well, Barry seemed kind of lost...but he was the sweetest, most charming "formally famous" person you could ever imagine...never one to talk about his past (AND WHAT A PAST!--he toured AND partied with Led Zeppelin AND his family was the ORIGINAL Partridge Family...until his dad messed it up) and always hopeful about the future...since he didn't have a job he would babysit Debbie and my kids when we headed out to various radio appearences...my kids adored him...he would gather them around him in a circle while he sang and played his guitar...and he would leave the best messages on my answering machine...he would never talk as he would sing them...Barry's heart was never here in Milwaukee although he tried to break into the music scene...he was a New Orleans boy and of course that is where he eventually returned when the hurricane hit...when you have a couple of seconds, if you wouldn't mind, would you please type in www.petitiononline.com/tchof05/petition.html. or click on www.Cowsill.com

I'm really bad with this internet thing and i don't know to put in a direct link yet, but as soon as i find one of Dan Kyle's interns...i'll fix it...until then...if your a Cowsill fan or know one...please sign the petition.

Thanks.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Remembering September 11, and an uncle who raised seahorses

It's Sept. 11 again and i'm stunned...FIVE YEARS ALREADY?!

There's times that it seems like it happened one hundred years ago, but really, it was only FIVE years ago...there was a world before that date and now...i'm really thankful i took my kids on an airplane ride to see their grandparents before that happened...before there were all those damn checkpoints..."look kids, there's grandpa and grandma standing right by the window waiting for us"...and really, there's no point in moaning about what use to be because it ain't going back...not with all these terror alerts complete in orange, red and yellow...so, tonite, my family is going to do the only thing we know how to do...

CELEBRATE.

That's right...celebrate life...as in how dare you terrorists THINK you can destroy us with fear..! Bite me you B%#st**ds!!! Today my family will celebrate LIFE...TODAY is a day we will share together...with love, with random acts of kindness toward strangers, maybe even taking some cookies to one of our elderly neighbors...just because.

Today i will FEAR the acts of GOD...but i will not fear the acts of man!

Cindy Huber

ps...geez...maybe i shouldn't have skipped my prozac before lunch.


An Appreciation of my uncle, ROBERT FALT

Tonite, i will also celebrate the life of my precious uncle, BOB FALT, who was a science teacher in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and before Type 2 Diabetes destroyed his health, a tennis instructer...he was a smart and brilliant man who raised seahorses in his basement...yes, seahorses...i mean, they won't even sell them to the general public anymore because they are so difficult to keep alive and apparently feel pain...but my uncle raised them...AND sold them to the pet stores...i never really knew how awesome that was...to go down in his basement to play with my cousin Jennifer and watch the seahorses...now when i think back, i'm totally in awe.

I was lucky enough to get a chance to visit him a few months ago with my mom...it was obvious that he was dying but he lived alone in a apartment complex, and sat outside on the porch waiting for kids to go by with their homework so he could offer help...he was also dying of loneliness so my mom came upon a compromise...if he would give up smoking, my mom would buy him a puppy...at the time i wondered about the sanity of the situation...my poor uncle, suffering from cigerette withdrawal while the puppy would be peeing all over his apartment...but my uncle said yes so out we went and bought my uncle a puppy...because that's what you do when someone is dying right?...you buy them a puppy...at the time i promised my uncle that if anything happened to him...i would take care of the puppy...and, well, you know where this is going to go, right..?

My uncle passed away this past Saturday...alone, but not alone...as several of his neighbors, who loved him very much, were keeping an eye on him...one knew that he was bad and begged him to let her call 911...but he said no...(actually he said "don't you dare" as he was terrified of having to go to a nursing home again)...he was found, probably a few minutes after he died by his new family of neighbors...with his dog by his side...

Oh yes, the dog...remember that promise i made?

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Sempher fi, butterfly


My son and i were sitting outside Dominos pizza one late summer afternoon...(i believe it was on a Monday since that's the $4.99 large one topping special)...when we noticed this big beautiful butterfly fluttering around in the breeze when SPLAT,
a big red Ford truck hit it...

Man, isn't that kinda like life...Your kinda fluttering around on a nice warm breeze thinking about how perfect everything is when life slams into you...not less then 24 hours after our family vacation the phone rings and it's the MARINES on the other end, against my husband and my wishes our (then) 19 year old stepson signed up earlier and now it was time to go...it's not that we don't want him to go in as this is something my stepson has always wanted anyway, it's just that his dad and mom and i are worried sick about what's out there for him and have tried to talk him into waiting and taking some college...he didn't, of cours, cuz he's in a hurry to grow up and get out of the house-worried that he might miss something if he stays at home...weren't we all like that once...

And what is really weird now is that i can't remember a single bad moment that we had all though i guarentee you we had them...c'mon, i'm the "wicked stepmom" ok?...the one who put the "smack down" when he broke curfew or got a little mouthy...we weren't the Brady Bunch, that's for sure, but honestly...all i'm thinking about right now is his silly sense of humor and his belief in doing what is right by his country, and i'm incredibly proud of him...

So with a heavy heart and a giant lump in our throats, his dad, mom and me relunctantly set our butterfly free,

Hey Mark,

Sempher fi.

ps...and watch out for big red Ford trucks.

Summer's over, thank God

I'm tired of shivering through another August...think we'll have better luck in September? Here's a scarey thought...when i went to bed last night it was still August!

And i still can't get over the thought that Summerfest and the Wisconsin State Fair are over, sometimes i get so depressed...i went out and bought a pound of powdered sugar, i try to pretend i'm eating cream puffs and that i just misplaced all the other ingredients...

ps...i've gotten a few emails asking me if that grapefruit diet i was trying worked...it DID...Now, here's the deal...(according to the National Enquirer) you're suppose to drink 8 ounces of grapefruit juice a day AND at the end of the month...you should lose up to three pounds a month...just by doing that...but word of warning...unless you love love love grapefruit juice...spend a little extra and get the name brand stuff cuz otherwise you will be gagging all the time...however, and this i pray..."Dear Lord, if i can't be thin, please, at least let me be skinnier then my girlfriends"...(i saw that on a tee shirt once, worn by a skinny you know what)