From citation to jail - what was this guy thinking?

Man Gets 10 Years in License Shooting
From Associated Press
June 27, 2007 10:20 PM EDT

REDDING, Calif. - A 49-year-old truck driver has been sentenced to 10 years in prison for shooting his wife after she failed to renew his driver's license.

Gary Alan Hemsted pleaded no contest earlier this month to attempted voluntary manslaughter, using a firearm and causing great bodily injury in the wounding of his wife, Lisa, 42, in 2005.
Shasta County sheriff's deputies said Hemsted became angry after he was cited for driving with an expired license and blamed his wife for failing to renew it.

Detective Steve Grashoff testified that Hemsted threatened to shoot his wife's horse and fired a round from a .22-caliber rifle that narrowly missed his wife and hit the family's barn.

Lisa Hemsted ran down the driveway of the couple's home while her husband gave chase in his pickup truck. As Lisa Hemsted climbed over a fence to try to get away, Gary Hemsted aimed his rifle at her, told her "you're dead" and fired a shot that hit her in the right thigh, Grashoff said.
A sheriff's patrol car was pulling up as the shooting took place.

Hemsted's attorney, Richard Maxion, said his client could end up serving a little more than six years in prison after the 796 days he has spent in jail and any credits he earns for good behavior are deducted from the sentence.

This is so cute

I received this link from Marsha and had to post it here:

http://www.frontiernet.net/~jimdandy/specials/friend/friend.html

for those of who are like me and this tune sounds familiar but you can't place the words here they are:

Title: Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Artist: The Beatles
Album: The Beatles 1967-1970

Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly-girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.

CHORUS
Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Obladi Oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on.

Desmond takes a trolly to the jewellers store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing.

CHORUS

In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones.

CHORUS

Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band.

And if you want some fun-take Obladi Oblada.

"The First Time's Always The Worst"

I can't remember where I got this (probably e-mail), but it is so funny.

by: LeighAnne Jasheway of Eugene, Oregon (1st place winner in the Humor category in the Erma Bombeck Writing Contest )

The first mammogram is the worst. Especially when the machine catches on fire. That's what happened to me. The technician, Gail, positioned me exactly as she wanted me (think a really complicated game of Twister - right hand on the blue, left shoulder on the yellow, right breast as far away as humanly possible from the rest of your body). Then she clamped the machine down so tight, I think my breast actually turned inside out. I'm pretty sure Victoria's Secret doesn't have a bra for that

Suddenly, there was a loud popping noise. I looked down at my right breast to make sure it hadn't exploded. Nope, it was still flat as a pancake and still attached to my body

"Oh no!" Gail said loudly. These are perhaps, the words you least want to hear from any health professional. Suddenly, she came flying past me, her lab coat whipping behind her, on her way out the door. She yelled over her shoulder, "The machine's on fire, I'm going to get help!"

OK, I was wrong, 'The machine's on fire,' are the worst words you can hear from a health professional. Especially if you're all alone and semi permanently attached to A MACHINE and don't know if it's THE MACHINE in question. I struggled for a few seconds trying to get free, but even Houdini couldn't have escaped.

I decided to go to plan B: yelling at the top of my lung (the one that was still working). I hadn't seen anything on fire, so my panic hadn't quite reached epic proportions. Then I started to smell smoke coming from behind the partition. "This is ridiculous," I thought. I can't die like this. What would they put in my obituary? Cause of death: breast entrapment?

I may have inhaled some fumes because I started to hallucinate. An imaginary fireman rushed in with a fire hose and a hatchet. "Howdy, ma'am," he said. "What's happened here?" he asked, averting his eyes. "My breasts were too hot for the machine," I quipped, as my imaginary fireman ran out of the room again. "This is gonna take the Jaws of Life!"

In reality, Gail returned with a fire extinguisher and put out the fire.

She gave me a big smile and released me from the machine. "Sorry! That's the first time that's ever happened. Why don't you take a few minutes to relax before we finish up?"

I think that's what she said. I was running across the parking lot in my backless paper gown at the time. After I'd relaxed for a few years, I figured I might go back. But I was bringing my own fire extinguisher.

Catch up

It is time to catch up on my blogging:

I have been back from Girls Camp for more than a week. It was great. I think I had one of the easier jobs there so I was able to relax from my normal craziness at home.

Last week for Bear Scouts I took the boys on a bike hike. Oh my, way different muscles are used riding a bike than walking. We biked 1.25 miles from the church to Tierra park. It was on a trail and just little hills but I was so tired when we returned. But more than that my tail end hurt for several days after.

I tried a Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake for the first time last week and went back a few days later for another. I had the Key Lime flavor and oh it was good. Of course the price will prevent me from eating to much which is a good thing or my stop the bulge program would go down the drain.

The RADishes have been on two home visits now and neither one went well. They can't get along with each other and Brittany's need to control causes huge problems. I am not sure what is going to happen in the long run. The therapist is in agreement that they are not even close to being able to come home. We will still have to do home visits but the next one isn't until July 21st.

My daughter is Engaged. She is marrying "the boy next door/high school sweetheart". They are getting married in the Mount Timpanogos Utah Temple on September 1st. He is a really nice guy and they make a very cute couple.

Gone Camping

I am heading off to Young Women's camp for 5 days. YEAH!!! See ya when I return.

Labrynthitis

Yesterday I had an attack of Labyrinthitis. I hate it when that happens, it comes on suddenly and there is nothing I can do about it. I get really dizzy/spinning and nauseous and the only cure is to go back to bed. Because of it I missed church and someone had to teach my primary class at the last minute. I stayed in bed most of the day and by evening I was feeling better but had to be careful about moving my head suddenly less the spinning return. I am grateful that I only get this a few times a year and it only lasts a day or so. I have heard of people having this for weeks, months or even years. I know that I become non-functional when it happens and I can't imagine what it would be like for more than a day.

Stuck at 48th and "O"

My van decided to die at the intersection of 48th and "O" heading south. I was the third of forth car back in the inside lane when the van just died and I started smelling gas. I sat there for a few minutes with no offers of help trying to reach Kurt, who was in court. Finally I realized I might be able to coast backward and turn into the super saver exit if I could get up enough speed. Thank goodness they put in that new light because it gave me time to coast across three lanes and into the exit. Then some nice people helped push the car into a parking space. Kurt got out of court and came and then my mother-in-law picked me up. The problem: There was no clamp on the fuel line. I have been driving that car for about two months, all over Lincoln and to and from Omaha. I guess I can be thankful it died where it did and not on I-80.