What is happening to the human race? We need to do better than this.
Newborn found in the trunk of mother's car
06:28 PM EDT on Saturday, May 17, 2008
By WCNC Staff E-mail Us: NEWS@WCNC.com
GASTONIA, N.C.--Gastonia Police have found a newborn infant in the trunk its mother’s car. The infant was found around 3am Saturday morning at a woman’s healthcare office parking lot. Police believe that mother gave birth to the infant in Charlotte around noontime on Friday and then drove to the healthcare office in Gastonia for an appointment. She was then taken to Gaston Memorial Hospital.
The mother of the child told hospital staff that she originally left the baby in box at a hospital in Huntersville, but the hospital staff was unable to find the infant. Gastonia Police started questioning the mother even further and then found out the baby was in the trunk of the car. The baby has been taken to Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at Gaston Memorial Hospital and is expected to be alright. So far no charges have been filed against the mother. Gaston County DSS has been notified and has responded to the hospital. The incident is still under investigation.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Why do they make it so hard?
I hate "Crystal Meth". No I have never tried it. Probably never will. I don't hate it because of the crime it causes (raising my taxes). The crime does irk me, concerns me, but hate is a strong word. The destruction that it causes to lives of users and the lives of the families of users is very sad, even tragic. But it never stared me in the face so I had not developed a hatred for it...Until today.
I have a head cold. I have had it for about a week and a half. I have tried a number of regular off the shelf decongestants with no real luck. I was reminded in my BNI networking meeting this morning that "the good stuff is behind the counter". See that is where the Meth comes in. Some genius one day decided to mix Sudafed, chloroform, battery acid a God knows what else, to get high. As a result anything with Sudaphedrine is now behind the prescription counter.
SO to try and buy it today here is the process I went through at my "Friendly Neighborhood Walgreens"...
1. Go to the aisle and pick-up a card of the product you want. It has a picture of the box and all the drug info on the back. I carefully compared all the cards and chose the product that best matched my symptoms. (easy enough)
2. Go to the prescription counter, stand in line with Grandpa who can't stand still without his restless leg medication and little Johnny who is eating some Skittles and hasn't had his Ritalin for about a week (kid put down the whiffle ball bat).
3. Get to the front of the line, hand over your ID, which the pharmacy tech takes about 5 minutes to enter. Wouldn't have been that bad if the people that slid into line behind me thought they would make the line look shorter by nestling right up onto my back. I thought it might be little Johnny wanting a piggy-back ride. (People, if you are in line, draw an imaginary line about three feet around the nearest people in line and respect the space. Sorry my pet peeve rant of the day)
4. Have the pharmacy tech go to get the medicine that I so carefully chose and come back with "all they have", which of course not the medicine that you brought the card over for. (Why do they have the card if there is no medicine). So I decide to get "what they have", because if I stood there any longer I might have actually pinpointed what the person had for lunch (by the smell of her breath, I am pretty sure it contained Spam).
5. My next statement is " I have some more shopping to do, can I pay for it up front", was met with an emphatic "NO". So I paid, looked for an opening to escape the 3 space infringers behind me and headed to the photo counter (25 minutes later, I actually got my photos...Perhaps another story, for another time).
So that is the basis for my new found hatred for Meth. It cost me 25 minutes of my life that I will never get back. Maybe petty, maybe cranky, it may even go against my previous getting younger post (am I becoming a cranky old man?), but I have a head cold and I just wasn't in the mood. Hopefully the "good stuff" kicks in and tomorrow I will be laid back once again.
I have a head cold. I have had it for about a week and a half. I have tried a number of regular off the shelf decongestants with no real luck. I was reminded in my BNI networking meeting this morning that "the good stuff is behind the counter". See that is where the Meth comes in. Some genius one day decided to mix Sudafed, chloroform, battery acid a God knows what else, to get high. As a result anything with Sudaphedrine is now behind the prescription counter.
SO to try and buy it today here is the process I went through at my "Friendly Neighborhood Walgreens"...
1. Go to the aisle and pick-up a card of the product you want. It has a picture of the box and all the drug info on the back. I carefully compared all the cards and chose the product that best matched my symptoms. (easy enough)
2. Go to the prescription counter, stand in line with Grandpa who can't stand still without his restless leg medication and little Johnny who is eating some Skittles and hasn't had his Ritalin for about a week (kid put down the whiffle ball bat).
3. Get to the front of the line, hand over your ID, which the pharmacy tech takes about 5 minutes to enter. Wouldn't have been that bad if the people that slid into line behind me thought they would make the line look shorter by nestling right up onto my back. I thought it might be little Johnny wanting a piggy-back ride. (People, if you are in line, draw an imaginary line about three feet around the nearest people in line and respect the space. Sorry my pet peeve rant of the day)
4. Have the pharmacy tech go to get the medicine that I so carefully chose and come back with "all they have", which of course not the medicine that you brought the card over for. (Why do they have the card if there is no medicine). So I decide to get "what they have", because if I stood there any longer I might have actually pinpointed what the person had for lunch (by the smell of her breath, I am pretty sure it contained Spam).
5. My next statement is " I have some more shopping to do, can I pay for it up front", was met with an emphatic "NO". So I paid, looked for an opening to escape the 3 space infringers behind me and headed to the photo counter (25 minutes later, I actually got my photos...Perhaps another story, for another time).
So that is the basis for my new found hatred for Meth. It cost me 25 minutes of my life that I will never get back. Maybe petty, maybe cranky, it may even go against my previous getting younger post (am I becoming a cranky old man?), but I have a head cold and I just wasn't in the mood. Hopefully the "good stuff" kicks in and tomorrow I will be laid back once again.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Well...I started a blog.
Last year I'm not sure I knew what a blog was. Well I looked up the actual definition ... "A blog (an abridgment of the term web log) is a website, usually maintained by an individual, with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. Entries are commonly displayed in reverse chronological order. "Blog" can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog."
I had an epiphany as of late that I am not as old as I act and feel. It happened at the mall. Twice a year a make a trip to Haggar (nice clothes, but pretty conservative) and purchase all of my clothes for the upcoming months. As I walked in the store I took a brief look around and said I don't want anything in here. I was tired of dressing like I am 49, not 29. So I strolled (strolled because I had my twins in the stroller) over to The Gap to looked into getting hip. Not sure what that means, but Julie tried to help me out.
Well, for the first time in my life I own a pair of shorts that are not light or dark Khaki. And you know what, I like it. I have added to my repertoire some logo t-shirts, madras shorts, khaki shorts with big pockets in the legs and whenever possible I wear a baseball cap and flip flops.
So on to another thing "all the kids are doing". I got a blog. (Oh, and I signed up for facebook...not quite sure what that is yet, but again Julie will try to help me out).
Who knows, next year I might be an Ipod listening, Wii playing, texting everyone I know kind of guy. Then again...
I had an epiphany as of late that I am not as old as I act and feel. It happened at the mall. Twice a year a make a trip to Haggar (nice clothes, but pretty conservative) and purchase all of my clothes for the upcoming months. As I walked in the store I took a brief look around and said I don't want anything in here. I was tired of dressing like I am 49, not 29. So I strolled (strolled because I had my twins in the stroller) over to The Gap to looked into getting hip. Not sure what that means, but Julie tried to help me out.
Well, for the first time in my life I own a pair of shorts that are not light or dark Khaki. And you know what, I like it. I have added to my repertoire some logo t-shirts, madras shorts, khaki shorts with big pockets in the legs and whenever possible I wear a baseball cap and flip flops.
So on to another thing "all the kids are doing". I got a blog. (Oh, and I signed up for facebook...not quite sure what that is yet, but again Julie will try to help me out).
Who knows, next year I might be an Ipod listening, Wii playing, texting everyone I know kind of guy. Then again...
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