Guess what Wii found? Wii can hardly wait for Christmas so Wii can try it out. Wii will let you know how much fun Wii have with it.

Hubs Noodle is going to be SO excited! Hurry up December would ya?

Every Party Has A Pooper

This morning as I was reading my favorite blogs, the first 3 I read were all talking about the flickr hub-bub. Zoot says it way better than I ever could but I second her with a great big “Hell ya, what she said”. I went right into flickr and set not one, not two, but three accounts to private. (One for hubs family, one for my family and one for ye old blog if you were wondering). I try to be very careful with the pictures I post but the thought of someone stealing a picture of my child or anyone’s child makes me sick. So I am thinking I will either figure out how to invite / add people to view my flickr pictures or do random password protect posts when I add a picture of Noodle. I am not worried about the regular people who read here, but have you ever checked the search engines that bring people to your blog? I think those would be the ones who I would wonder about. If you would like the password when I can think of yet another password, or want to see the Noodle cuteness let me know I will be happy to share with you. Unless of course you are an axe murderer and if that is the case please be sure to mention that in the subject of the email so I can just dump you right in the trash folder.


It never fails. On the nights I make an effort to make a somewhat decent supper for my family the hubs comes home from work and heads straight to the pantry. He will stand beside me as I am making supper and eat chips or cookies or whatever else he can find. It pisses me off to no end. His only valid point is that he does indeed still eat whatever it is that I make. An appetizer he calls it. Are you that hungry that you can’t wait another 15 mins. to eat something?? Tonight as I was putting the food on Noodle’s plate he was eating candy.  Did you hear me yelling? Tell me would it make you mad as well or is it just me??

My Bad (and other ramblings)

Earlier today I was surfin my favorite blogs and I popped over to see what was happening in Mal’s little part of the Internet. Seems she was thinkin some of her peeps were not showing her the bloggy love by not letting her comments show up. GUILTY AS CHARGED!! I didn’t realize that some of you fine people were leaving comments and that they were being marked as spam. Heck, I think I fixed it but I will keep watching the spam folder from now on to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Smooches to all of you!!

On a completely different note… We spent Friday evening at the Mama B house with friends and had a fab time. It seems friends, food and a whole bottle  little booz does make you feel a little better. (I am so going to miss not living right around the corner from them, its great because we can both drink and no one is left out and then just walk home). Our Saturday was spent at some other friends house playing the Wii. Seems to be our Saturday night ritual lately. Noodle cracks me up swinging that remote around. Last night she told someone “Bring it on”, I think I may have peed my pants.

The new house has insulation! Woo Hoo! 2 more months and we will have a place we can call home again!!

 And right now? We have our windows and doors open and it is actually nice!! The dogs are lovin it sitting at the front door watching the world go by. Heres hoping cooler temps are coming our way!!

Hope everyone has a great week. I sure am looking forward to one that is sure to be better than the last one.

A Moment In Time

I woke up this morning feeling like I have the worst hangover. What a shameI haven’t had a drop of alcohol in weeks.  I am sure it is because it has been a week long ride on the emotional rollar coaster. The viewing, rosary, funeral and burial of our friend, although as lovely as such a thing could be, were emotionally draining.

Just when I thought I had cried the last tear I could cry, I was shaken to the depths of my being. They asked that the funeral processional to the cemetery go by the cath0lic school that our friend was such a big part of.  (You might want to stop reading and grab a tissue real quick, I’ll wait, I have to grab one myself). As we drove by the students of the school were standing outside holding signs, waving and praying. It was a moment in time that I, who am never at a loss for words, can not describe. Although it brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it, I never want to forget it. It was such a simple act of kindness, and I can only imagine that if it did what it did to me what it must have meant to the family.

Not The Brightest Crayon In The Box

Yesterday on my way to get lunch I stopped by a game store to see if I could find a Wii for Noodle. A few of our friends have gotten them lately. She loves it + we love watching her play =  perfect Christmas present.

 I called the game store early in the week and the guy who answered the phone assured me they had 9 of the console units. I should have not passed go, stopped what I was doing and went  immediately. 3 or 4 days later it seems is 3 or 4 days too late.

Anyway, I stopped in and went up to the counter and ask the young man working if they had any more Wii’s. He said “no, but would you like to buy a game for it?”  I think I must have looked at him confused. He said “If you buy a game you will save money”. I asked him “well what good would it do me to buy the game if I don’t have anything to play it in or on?”  He said “Well aren’t you going to buy one today?” I said “Only if you have one here to sell me”.  Needless to say I did not buy a game nor a Wii. I do have several of my peeps on the lookout for one.

I am not sure Hubs will be able to wait until Christmas to open it (if I find one). He keeps talking about how excited Noodle will be. I kind of wonder if this is his excuse to get another big screen tv for the loft. Everyone seems to think I was born yesterday.

ABC’s and 123’s

Last night a sweet little girl called her daddy on the phone and asked him when he would be home. Her daddy told her “Say your ABC’s and count to 100, then look out the window and I will be there”. She did what he said, and when she looked out the window there he was.

 Tonight that same sweet little girl came up to me with a picture and handed it to me. It was of her family this summer on vacation. She pointed to her daddy and whispered  “He is in heaven now”.

Her daddy passed away in sleep last night. He was 40 years old. The sun rose and set around him in his children’s eyes. Just as it did around his children in his eyes. 

A great man has gone before his time. A wonderful woman has lost her husband and best friend. 4 young children have lost their father. My heart breaks that the oldest will only have memories of his dad now and that the youngest will never remember him. So many have lost a beloved friend.

Noodle laid claim to their oldest boy the first week of kindergarten, telling all the girls that he was the one she was going to marry.  His mom asked me tonight if we were still going to be in-laws. If he is half the man that is dad was, we would more than happy to call their son our son one day.

As we were leaving I stopped to give her one more hug, not knowing what to say I said “Be strong”. She simply answered “I have to for my babies”.

I wonder how many times that sweet little girl will once again say her ABC’s and count to 100 and look out the window hoping her daddy will be back when she looks out. 

He may not be looking back at her but I know he is now looking down on her.

Good-bye friend.

What Do You Remember

I remember I was getting out of the shower when Hubs came into the bathroom and told me that a plane had just hit one of the towers. I went over to the t.v. and watched in utter shock. I remember the two of us talking about it, never considering that it was on purpose until we saw them show the second plane hit.

I remember dropping Noodle  off at school that morning. She was in kindergarten. There was a little girl in her class, her name is Hope,  Noodle always called her Hoak for what ever reason. Hoak was just like the tazmanian devil, always running at 100 miles per hour. She has flamming red hair and that is how we always knew it has her running by as it was always a flash of red. That morning I was standing next to Noodle waiting for the bell to ring and Hoak came up to me and grabbed my hand. She just stood there holding onto me. Then she said I saw the airplanes on t.v. and I am sad. We were all sad Hoak, we still are.

I remember the days following you could stand at the end of our street and look down and see a flag flying from just about every house. This morning there were two. The lady who lived next door was from New York, as is the guy who still lives across the street on the corner, the lady directly across the street, also from from New York. What are the odds. One of them lost a family member, another a few friends. They will always remember.

This morning, 5 years later I was once again dropping Noodle off at school. After the bell rang they had a prayer service. As the first graders were reading little poems and such, I thought to myself, what do they remember? 5 years ago, most of them were about 2. They will only remember what they were taught. They will not remember seeing it on t.v. when it happened. They will not remember the flags flying in neighborhoods. But I will and so will Hoak.

I will also remember what those 1st graders, the ones who were too little to remember, said this morning. “We knew it would be ok because the next day, the sun came up and the moon and the stars were out when we went to bed and our moms and dads tucked us in our beds making us feel safe and warm”. I will remember those children we saw on t.v. who lost their parents and will never have them to tuck them in again.

I will remember every time I see Hoak. I will remember every time I see a flag. Now, I will remember every time I see the sun and the stars and the moon.

I Laughed Until I Cried

The players: Scoop age 6, M1 age 11, Noodle age 11, Mama B age  older than me unknown

The scene*: Riding home from school, going past a cemetary

M1: Look Noodle, they are burring someone

Scoop: Hey! Why don’t we ever get to go to those? (A funeral)

Noodle: Why would you want to see someone get burried?

Scoop: Because they get to wear pretty dresses

Mama B : Scoop, you don’t want to have to go to a funeral

Scoop: Who wants to go to a funeral, I want to see someone get “MARRIED”

Silly girl, she thought the older girls said married, not burried. 

*As told by Mama B Friday night as were sitting by the pool slamming  sipping our rum and cokes.