September 2007

It is probably an internet sin or something, but I just don’t have time for a TT this week. Ok, not true, I had time but I had no ideas and I spent valuable time creating a new blog. No, no, no not in place of this one just an addition. I have decided to participate in the 365 Project. I am going to try and keep a journal of my life for 365 days with some words and a picture. You know you all want to see my life in a different way, just like I do right? I have added a tab up there next to the About page, so you can visit my daily journey. You know you are going to be fascinated and you are dying to see if my photographer skills improve!

The first one is up already!




Me: Bear, I scheduled you a physical with the doctor.

Bear: A physical? What do they do for that?

Me: You know they check your eyes, ears, nose, reflexes….

Bear (with horrified look on her face): They are going to check my gag reflex??????????!!!!!!!!!!!



  1. He can’t possibly be turning 21. I remember the day before yesterday on a lovely fall day after nine months of torturous summer pregnancy complicated by gestational diabetes and three days of ‘left side only’ bed rest, I gave birth to the most adorable boy on the planet. He grew a little, to about 4 (as pictured above). After that I had him frozen.
  2. He weighed 9 lb 12 oz, in spite of the fact that the OB kept saying “Oh I think its all water.”
  3. His nickname was Bubba Baby Boy and he had a baby belly laugh so huge it could have filled the Atlantic Ocean.
  4. His big sister adored him immediately upon site. She never had a better toy or a better best friend. Still does to this day.
  5. Later his younger sister decided the moon and the stars and the sun all set and rose in him, and she still does too. She had the best protector on the face of the planet.
  6. As a baby he looked so much like his uncle, that when I showed my mother in law his baby picture she thought it was her son.
  7. He grew into the most handsome combination of both his parents. Personality wise, he seemed to have garnered the best of us.
  8. He grew up to be one of the most sensitive and loving human beings I have ever met in my life. He is going to make some woman (Funsize you lucky girl) an excellent husband. He is a watcher and a thinker, who gathers information like a forensic scientist and then applies it as appropriate.
  9. He is smart and witty and funny.
  10. He is intelligent too. He challenges me daily with his thoughts and ideas. We can have knock-down, drag out discussions/debates on the weightiest issues and when its over….it’s over. Intellectual discussion do not get held against you ever.
  11. He always respects his parents. He respects his Dad so much that he was 16 before I could convince him that his Dad was not able to “fix anything, no matter what was wrong with it.”
  12. He is the epitome of a good Irish son….as in he knows his Mom is always right and rules the world. His devotion to our family brings joyous tears to my eyes.
  13. He is the only male of the three reasons God put me on this earth. He is one of the three reasons I feel accomplished and loved and good at something.

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In early September 2001, my work needed me to go to MA to check on an acquisition they were making. I didn’t want to go. I can’t really remember why, there was something going on at home (school starting? Macdougal’s birthday?) that I didn’t want to miss. I made it as difficult as possible for them, refusing to fly from SD because it wasn’t a direct flight. So I was booked from LA. But I still wasn’t happy and complained daily. Finally, a week or so before I was to leave my boss succumbed to my annoying harping and postponed the trip by two weeks.

The morning of 9/11 I could not go back to sleep after Mr. Vixen left for work at 5am, so I was watching live when the second plane crashed. It was overwhelmingly devastating. I am really an old softy and can be quite sensitive. I just sat on the couch, unable to move away from the screen. Until the kids woke up and came to see why I didn’t wake them for school. That distracted me. They had questions. They had fears. I had to take care of them.

As I walked into work, the TV was in the front hall and everyone was standing around it. My coworker ran up to me and hugged me. She wanted me to pray with her. As she prayed, she thanked God that I had made such a fuss about not going to Boston. I stopped her. “What are you talking about?” She went over to her desk (she did all the travel arrangements) and pulled out my itinerary. I had been booked to return home on this day, on United Airlines Flight 175, the very plane I had watched fly into the tower just hours before. I sat at my desk, grateful and shocked. My phone rang and it was my mother. She was crying and saying that was your flight.

I know I can only imagine the pain and suffering of the families of all the victims on that day. I feel their loss so personally. It hurts my heart to imagine their life without their loved ones. I will always remember.
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Your Inner Eye Color Is Green

You’re off-scale unique and creative – just like green eyes
You’re peaceful, relaxed, and easy to be around
You’ve got an exotic flair that draws men in… with unique beauty.

What Color Eyed Woman Are You Really?

Today is Monday. As in Monday Night Football. Yippee! I am so glad the weather is cooling off and fall is on its way. Lucky for me, the first Monday night game features my team and some other team that sucks.  On a totally related theme, it is only 14 days until Heroes is back! Things are looking up around here in the television viewing department.

 (The title is a courtesy reminder to Britney regarding the care of her hair extensions)

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