Wow what a week! I went South this last week to sell a couple of "Complete Home Care Cleaning Systems" and while we did sell, all I can say is that I was glad to be back in LA.
I met up with the boys fishing along the way and jumped on board. While it was to cold for me to venture out and fish, the boys seemed not mind. I was even impressed that the buffalo was enduring the frigid temperatures to quench his appetite for that first bite.
So here a few pictures that will have you all drooling
The picture on the left was caught by two regulars to the Tackle Shop. I do not remember the exact weight of the fish, but I think it is high fifties...I could be wrong though.





The Second was caught by Papa Moose and Carlos on April 14. I just think...there is still sow on the ground...











We caught these on Vern's Birthday, if you look closely you can see my fish. I think this was also Greg's first Silver on a fly rod.


Anyways...After spending all day with the clan, I decided to call in to work. Yeah, I took the day off and after that trip I needed it! Anyways I got the rare chance to go with my husband pick up the kids. Only after about, maybe five minutes I was irritated as hell. This lady just pulled up and completely blocked the other lane. Anyways, I think it is best that I let my husband pick up the kids.
Anyways I got these two shots today.

The One on the left I just could not resist. STOP and here was this lady...



The second was taken while sitting in the Sports Man's Warehouse. I was inspired by my sister in law.

Still working on part three of my story...just want to get it right. Pretty close though so be patient.

I had a wonderful time on Super Sunday! We had lots of food and drink with some good football (depending of course which team you were going for). This is also the first time we had hosted a party at our house, and even though everyone had to bring their own chair, I think it all wen very well. Thanks guys. Pictures of Super Bowl Sunday and Donny's party will be posted tonight on my flickr acount! Oh yeah and our new kitty pics too!

My new flicker account...http://www.flickr.com/photos/26495717@N00/

The Story Part Two

The next morning the little girl woke up very early. She slipped put of bed and got dressed quickly, forgetting a button or two. She slipped on her jacket and rushed out to the door to meet her dragon.
She got to her Tree and sat beneath the branches just as the sun came up over the horizon.
Once again she watched and listened to the tree and the shadows it cast, every once and awhile her eyes drifting beyond the branches and their shadows, searching for a familiar shape.
Sitting beneath that tree the little girl's faith in dragon's never faltered. Even as the shadows moved across the ground and she knew that soon her grandma would be waking up and would have to get back to the house, she never gave up believing that she could see a dragon.
The Tree explained to the little girl that the morning needs to be colder. If it was colder dew would form on the Tree's branches catching the morning sunlight and this would attract any dragons that might be near. The Tree assured her that the next morning would be the perfect morning for sure.
The little girl thought that this would be a great idea. she closed her eyes and tried to imagine what the dew would look like sitting and rolling on the branches of the tree.
Eventually she stood up and told the tree she would be back the next morning, ready to see the dragons. Heading back to her grandma's house she had a mile on her face.
Dragon's love sparkly stuff, they would not be able to resist the reflection from the dew drops.
The day seemed to dragged by very slowly for the girl. She had a wonderful secret and could not tell anyone which was very hard for her. She tried to play with her brother but was to distracted. She tried to color pictures but could not get them right.
Then it was finally time to go to bed, and she fell asleep quickly, her bother by her side.
Dragons filled her dreams that night.

The sun was warm. The tree she lay beneath whispered to her. Things only she could understand. The thick branches swayed above her, fanning her while casting beautiful designs on the ground. Sometimes she pretended that the reflections were other worlds. She could spend hours playing in those worlds. She had seen many things in her short life. Pretty amazing and unbelievable things. She remembered every single one of her adventures. And she cherished them all.
Just like the reflections the tree cast, the little girl's thoughts were always changing.

One day her Grandma gave her a present. The little girl thought it only only fitting to open such a special gift beneath her tree. This was not hard for the tree was very close to her Grandmother's house. Once settled beneath her tree, the little girl open her gift. Sitting beneath that tree the little girl fell in love. The gift her Grandmother had given her was a book about dragons. She read the book from front to back, learning everything she could. When she was done she asked her tree about these dragons and why hadn't she seen them before. The tree confessed to knowing of such creatures and began telling the little girl all it knew. Which was quiet a bit because the tree was old and wise and quite frankly, liked to talk. The little girl listened though, from beginning to end. She learned everything she could.
She sat at the base of that tree for some time. She did not speak and did not move. The tree stood over her, guarding over her while she thought. The tree knew what the girl would ask next. She asked the tree how she could see a dragon.
The Tree told her that she needed to do a lot to see a dragon. She had to learn about them and understand them. She even had to learn to speak to them. She had to love them. Most of all she had to Believe in them. The little girl nodded and said she could do all those things. So she said farewell to her Grandma and her Tree, and went home.
Most little girls would have forgotten about their promise, but not this little girl. She went home and did everything she said she would. She found many books and she read them all. She watched videos, t.v. shows and surfed the web. Her wall began to fill with dragon posters. Her floor became lined with Dragon toys and stuffies. Her growing love for dragons even flowed into her school work. Every piece of art or story always had a dragon somewhere.
Even though she had learned so much and had devoted so much, one question still remained. Did the little girl actually believe in Dragons?
Oh, yes she did. Absolutely with all her heart.
So she went to her Grandma's house for a visit. After having lunch and tea with her Grandma and brother, the little girl went to her Tree.
As usual she sat beneath the tree and listened to it's whispers. She began to tell the tree all that she had learned. As she spoke the Tree listened not entirely to what she was saying, but how she was saying it. The Tree felt her love as she spoke. The Tree saw her face innocent, but sure. The Tree knew she believed. The tree told the girl this.
This made the girl very happy. So happy that she begged the Tree to tell her how to see Dragons.
The Tree could not resist her. The Tree asked the little girl what dragons liked. The little girl thought for a moment, then said Diamonds. The tree told the little girl that anything sparkly will attract the attention of any dragons nearby. The Tree also told the little girl that the best time to see dragons was early morning. Since there are less people up at that time, there is not so much disbelief in the air.

Well here is the NEW YEAR...whooh hooh. I guess the last few days have really blown by and I have been working my butt off. The rest of January will be the same. My lists of things to do in the next three months has grown so much in the last few days that I am thinking of making it a six month list. Oh well I have the feeling that I should appreciate the fact that I can make these lists and I should look forward to accomplishing them. I guess that is positive thinking which is part of my New Year's resolution. I am going to work on sending those pictures and saving them on a disk. Please be patient with my blog...I am experimenting with the new blogger.

Merry Christmas to ALL!!

Wow what a wonderful Christmas! I have to say thank you to my two Sister-inlaws and their families for their time, effort and homes. You guys made Christmas wonderful. Thank You. I hope you guys like some of the pictures I took, I still have some to send. Meanwhile here are some I played around with.
I will try to post more often, I just find myself stuck to myspce...but blogger is so much cooler because you guys are here.

Larry and his Wife (my co-worker)

Curtis (another co-worker)

Beverly (my boss' wife)

Stanislaw B. (Kirby guy)

Heath and Hunter opening their present from the Chinese auction.

My boss playing Santa

Merry Christmas!

From the
MOOSE CLAN!

Another Christmas is upon us withthe new year fast apporoaching. We are finally moved into our new apartment and our tree is finally put up. We can finally give a sigh of relief (well as soon as I get into Anchorage for that one last gift)

We went to my company Christmas party the other night, which happened to be held in a chinese restaraunt. I had to laugh because of in the movie The Christmas Story they end up eating their Christmas dinner in a chinese place. Anyways the kids had a blast and I swear my boss gave us fifteen pounds of chocolate. GREAT. The kids also got a porceline gingerbread house that lights up.

Freak

I have a new step brother and friend. His real name is Larrykin, but I have affectionately nicknamed him Freak. He is a silver, grey and white Oci cat from Aussie. I gave him the name after seeing him several times just freak out. My mom has bamboo wood floors that are very slippery so it is quite humorous when he decides to freak out. He scrambles and try as hard as he might he just doesn't go anywhere. He is a very lovable cat who if any cat needed ritalin, he would be the one, not that I would because he is so hilarious. He loves chaos and disorder and infact he demands it. He has this habit of seeing anything sitting peacefully on a table he has to knock it off. This confused me at first because he doesn't play with the things he knocks off, he just can't stand it sitting there. Also when you wake up he has gotten into so many things that it is almost unbelievable. I am still trying to figure out how he got some of the things he has. He loves chili cheese fritos, popsicles, his toys and his step sister Snoop. He seems to know when you are sad and crawls into your lap to give you kisses and generally acts like a goof until you laugh at him. He has also proven that cats are not always graceful and they do not always land on their feet. He also has a mean back flip that I have got on tape for any of those disbelievers. I also think he might have a future in some S&M, for he likes his pets hard, and if you are not petting him hard enough he will show you how. I will post pictures of him when I can, but John's site has a picture that looks identical to Freak. Let Sissy know for she was asking what he looked like.
I have again changed my blog site to accomodate comments and I think I like this template better anyways.

hmm....

What a night…

We have been living in LA for several weeks now and every day I am reminded how small town I am. I have just now adapted to the traffic and the noise, and the commercial airlines taking off above my head don’t amaze me quite as much anymore. Just as I found myself getting use to the swing of things in LA, I found myself getting bored and needing to have some fun. Well as it turned out, I was not he only one who felt this way, my siblings also were looking for something fun to do. After several phone calls and planning we decided that we would have a fun night on the town. I will say that I am only partially guilty for the fun we had-had I known what my creative siblings planned for this night on the town…

The evening started off with us locking the kids upstairs. We did this with lots of goldfish, juice and movies. I would have to say that all 20 of them were munching safely by themselves by the time we snuck out.

Yeah, we had to sneak out the window. Which kind of scared me, I like to think of myself as an adult, so why was I sneaking out the bedroom window? No one seemed to hear my question though and we all piled through. I almost thought for one second we were busted. My butt would not fit through the window and I thought I was stuck, but I finally got through.

Safely free of the house and the horde of children, we went to this party that was supposed to be pretty elite and private party. Wow, I thought, I am finally moving in some good social circles. I mean some people live here for years and don’t get in with these social classes. I was so nervous about fitting in and not standing out, you know letting my country roots show. Not only was the party really exclusive, but I really wanted to fit in so I didn’t even question them when they gave me a hat to wear. I mean the thing was hard to pin on, but every one of my siblings did it with ease, so I just put it on and shut up.

Drinks were passed out and like a good little guest I drank.

I do not feel too terrible about that because every one was drinking. Some of the shot glasses they served drinks in were a little interesting, but more interesting was the effect the drinks had on us guests. Someone’s nipples actually changed colors,

while other guests were lured into lewd displays of public affection!

I have to think that there was a “special” ingredient in the drinks that would make several straight thinking, responsible adults act this way. There was even some little machine they would put on our heads and it made your head all tingly. Looking back maybe it wasn’t the drinks after all.

After that we got to watch, by my standards, a very weird fashion show. Several of the guests were displaying a popular brand of underwear. I guess I need to get some for they seem very popular with both guys and girls.

My sister in laws started fighting over them, one tried to rip the under ware off the other and ended up with a black eye for it.

After the strange fashion show we went egging. Yeah, I said egging. I thought that egging was just for racists and punks, but I guess not because we went. I have to say that egging is not easy and when you are hit with one, it hurts, and then you’re covered with slime that has the potential to either make you sick or kill you. Nice. Not only that, when people drove by they kept yelling obscenities at us. Most of the stuff they yelled could not be understood, but the stuff I could make out had something to with Gooks Clucks Plan and our white party hats. I am not for sure about what they are saying, but I do know for sure that I will not be moving into that neighborhood any time soon!

We returned to the party and consumed some more alcohol. At this time I remember thinking that maybe there really was something extra in our drinks, but I found myself not really caring. Shortly after that we started playing games. Well they started out as friendly competition but then turned ugly. The next thing I remember thinking, as marsh mellows were zipping over my head that this was war, and every man was for himself. Some how we were all under attack, being barraged with private parts, kitties, marsh mellows and a flying monkey.

Now this is really where my memory gets bad. If I recall the flying monkey actually kept landing in my sister-in-law’s cleavage and when he would unexpectedly launch himself across the room, he would make this kind of screeching and wailing cry! She didn’t seem to mind though, so we all kind of ignored it after awhile. I mean really, flying monkeys, what are you going do?

Some of us wore the proof of how vicious the fight actually was. The aftermath was even worse. I found marsh mellows in my purse the next morning. We then enjoyed some banana cream pie handmade by my niece. The pie while delicious was a little interesting. We had to drink it from paper plates? I am not sure why.

As the evening drew to a close those who were not covered in marshmallows or banana cream pie got completely covered in beer. Good thing my sister-in-law did not get pulled over on they way home. We had no choice but to go home and go to sleep at this point. With our heads light and swimming we decided it was time to go home. The next morning we had to face reality again, and that means dealing with a bunch of kids. That’s Great.

Wow...

Wow.

I Have a really cool story to blog about, but as much as I would love to tell all now, I have to think aout how I am going to present this story. So maybe tomarrow...
As for what will I post? Since I have not posted in awhile and my site has been under construction, I will post a few of my old pictures.

Ahh...what weird thoughts haunt me from the other night...

My Beach

I was looking through some of my photos decideing which one I was going to pst and I found this one. When I looked upon this photo I felt a little homesick. I really miss my beach and the way it was always in our lives. Our life as a family has always included the beach and the river. I guess that looking at this photo made me remember a lot of good times. It almost felt like we owned that beach.

Heidi's Web

Heidi’s Web

This picture is dedicated to someone who inspired the picture. While she may not realize it, she had given me a special gift. She had found something that to her was beautiful and she gave it to me knowing that when she did it was mine. I took the picture, but she saw the picture.
EH

PS
I am going to be posting some of my pictures for awhile and I would like some feedback. Also I would appreciate it if these were not copied as they are very special to me…

Well it is hard to wake up today and not hear and see the lasting effects of 9/11. The stories of people who lives were forever changed on this day five years ago are playing on the radio and the T.V. I am drawn back to that day along with them. I remember waking that morning by my father-in-law calling to say that we were being bombed. Panic had me out of bed and searching the T.V. for any news that was about what was going on. That was not difficult. Even chanels that we had not paid for were coming in so they could broadcast to everyone. I found the news and the devastating image of the first tower. No, we were not being bombed, I remeber thinking, but pretty damn close. I woke my little girl up and as a family we watched the second tower get hit and cried as they both fell. All that day we were glued to the radio in our store and we listened to all the horror, hoping. I am not sure really what I was hoping for, but as the body count and destruction was being reveled over the radio, I knew our country was changed. Now I do not claim to be the most patriotic, but I have always recognized the sacrifices that have been made so I can enjoy my freedom. This life isn't free. Someone has spilled their blood for me. A wife has given me her husband's life, a mother has given me her son's or daughter's. The next day I felt my pride in my country grow as I tried to unsucessfully find a flag in our little town-there were none to be found. Every person had one flying from their home and sticker's on their cars. This terrible act woke our country up and united us, if even for a short while. Now five years later I have this sickening feeling that most who were not affected directly by this tragedy have forgotten. I honestly don't think I could ever forget...

Getin' Back to Bloggin'

As write this blog I have to relize how spoiled I am. After our move to LA I have been trying to get my computer on-line so I could finally blog. I have missed blogging so much. I have now rented a desk at the Wolf Cave and now I am connected with my computer to the internet. AHhh, it feels nice. My Uncle has offered to install a wireless connection so hopefully I will not have to use their connection for long. I really appreciate that not only have they let me connect my computer but also rented me a fancy desk. My very own.
We went to mirror lake yesterday and had a blast! The Woodpecker Clan served up some really good food and we had a lot of fun playing in the water.
I will try to get some pictures on as soon as possible.
We also caught lots of rainbows. You could not keep these guys of a dry fly. It was the perfect time at night when ll the bugs drop low to the surface and the fish are rising to eat them. Ah, nothing better. Hey we even caught some that were 3-4 inches, feisty little guys.

Blah Monday

Butch and Sissy are off to school. Butch got to make gingerbread men first thing this morning. Wow, I would love that. Smart teacher though. Anyways we are still waiting for them to get home so we can hear how their day went. It makes me wonder what Butch thinks of school. We were wondering if the Grand Poopa could bring the Brown dog and my pay check up with you when you come up for Sissy's B-day. It would really save us the drive for now.

Anyways, if the kids come home with something exciting to say, we will try and write later! We are going job hunting!

First day of School

Well Sissy has gone to her first day of school and Butch had his interview with his teacher. I can say I am completely satisfied with the school and the kid's teachers, what a big relief. Butch passed his interview with flying colors and the teacher seemed really pleased with his vocabulary and communication skills. Sissy, with some help form her auntie wolf and little cousins, was happily reading when I went and checked on her. She seemed like she was fitting in, but she still had this look like she was worried. I really hopes she blooms in this school and doesn't step back into the shadows like she did at Paul banks.
Here's a funny little side note. When Sissy was first starting school there was a devastating accident that befell a tiny kitten. I remember how I was trying to come up with excuses as my daughter retold the story of how the kitty was squished to her teacher. Today as Butch's teacher was askinghim some questions he suddenly asks her if she had watched jaws. She told him that no, she had not watched jaws because it was to scary. SO of course Butch has to go into this gruesome detail of a dead body they find in the movie. My sister, my husband and I all had to muffle our laughs as did the teacher. I did not find myself making excuses but instead found comfort in the belief that she had heard similar things probably that same day from some other overactive imagination. Few. I used to stress so much about what Sissy said. I guess I am getting Calloused!

I have snuck this moment to write a quick note in my blog. I really have missed writtting and it makes me think of how at first I thought blogging was silly. I find myself rating things that happen to me every day or wierd things I see. Is that blog worthy and if so how blog worthy was it?
Anyways we have made our big move. I think I have hear it referred as LA? Anyways we are staying in our friends mobile home or if we must speak truthfully, really long trailor. I guess it is ok for now . I t is clean and fully furnished and the neghbors aren't that bad. We just have to really watch the kids and the dogs because the nieghbor has three or four pitbulls. They seem to be nice and get along with our dogs, who are behind a fence. So the kids are not allowed to leave the fence without mom or dad and we stand outside if the pitbulls are out. Other than that I am still getting used to the traffic and airplanes.
The upside? I went down and registered the kids at the same school that the little wolfies go to. Sissy will hopfully start tomorrow with only missing two days, Butch will have an interview and starts Monday. Sigh. I think that the size of the school is nice and not to much more than the kids are used to, plus Sissy is excited about walking with the Wolfies.
Papa moose has been looking for work. We thought looking for a job would be easy considering the amount of work but it is almost overwhelming that amount of jobs. He has applied for three jobs and will go meet in person tomarrow. Double Sigh.
Well better go for now ...will write again soon...