Helllllooooo is anybody in there.... and Hiccups in my mouth.

So Yesterday on a visit to the drive thu at the bank with my three year old son,Alex., he was so anticipating the "pop" he knew was coming. As we pulled up there was one car ahead of us, that however did not stop him from trying to make his presence known. He leaned as far forward in his seat as possible and began his little comedy routine.
A. : "Helllloooo.... can you see me? Is anybody in there?? A pop please?, Hellllloooooo.....??"
ME: "A.C. we aren't at the window yet, we have to wait our turn, their is one car in front of us then I will get you your pop."
A : "oh, why are they stopped... why aren't they moving?"
ME : "Because buddy, they aren't done yet, oh... there they go. It's our turn. "
A : "Yay!! It's our turn. 3 pops please. Hello? Can you see me?"
ME : "Excuse me? How many pops?"
A : "One pop please. Please I have one pop? Here it comes"

Okay so for the record, I was cracking up at my little man leaning as far forward as he could in our van with the tinted windows just to make sure he gets his pop.

Then last night after spending a few hours with daddy at the restaurant where he works the two kids decided they wanted to ride home in seperate cars. Gabby wanted to go with daddy, which left me alone again with our dear son. That was just an opening for yet another comedic exchange. As we left the restaurant my little man had hiccups. A little further down the road this exchange took place.
A. : "Mommy I don't have the hiccups no more."
ME : "What buddy?" (I didn't hear him well)
A : "I don't have hiccups no more, they aren't in my mouth."
Me : "Good, well where do you think they went??"
A : "In Gabby's Mouth"


He has a future in comedy. I just know it.

Let's try this thing again...

So when I first started this blog it was only so I could make public my 911 tribute blog on the 5th anniversary of that tragic event. Since that day i have only posted here one other time and I actually had to google to find this blog again. I blog from time to time on my Myspace page, but it's weird. Sometimes I just want to post something to get things off my mind and their are people that are on my Myspace that I don't want to see those things. Not because I am being mean or hateful towards any particular person, just because sometimes people comment just out of a feeling of obligation. I don't need that. Strangers won't do that. And for now I believe only strangers will happen upon this blog once in a while. I am looking to start a daily or maybe weekly chronicle of my life happinings. I want a place to go back to when I want to remember what was happening at a certain time in my life. I want to write about my life, my love and my children.
It was my son who first made me want to try this blogging thing again. I want to document the cute things he does and says. His sister too. I want to remember these things when they are older and I don't always think to grab a pen and paper and write them down. So consider this my prologue with my first true blog to follow!!!

Journal....

I am going to try to write here more often. I think it will do me good to have a place that not alot of my friends and family know of to be able to vent my feelings and thoughts without judgment. Not alot of people read my Myspace, but their are some who do that I would not like to read some of what I write. So that is what I will use this site for, it will be my journal, my diary, my outlet if you will. I hope that it will help me to refrain from sinking further into this depression that I often times feel. Maybe I will share it with some... maybe I will not. I guess that will come in time, as of now, this is just for me and no one else. As a kid and young adult I always kept a journal, it kept me sane, why did i stop that? Maybe because it was easier to get on the computer and type than to pick up a pen and write it out. So here I can keep a journal while brushing up on my typing skills! Killing two birds with one stone!

A September 11th tribute to Michael Joseph Mullin #431 on a list of too many

Where were you on September 11th 2001? Do you remember what your first thought upon waking was? Do you remember your plans for the day? Did you get your kids off to school, your spouse off to work, yourself off to work? And where were you on September 12th, 2001? Were you mourning someone you loved? Or were you like so many of us and just mourning something that was lost?

On September 11th, 2001, Michael Joseph Mullin, 27, got up, got ready for work and went along with his plans for the day. His plans included work. Michael was a Trader for Cantor Fitzgerald, located on the 104th floor of the North Tower of The world Trade building. Unfortunately for Michael, that was where his life would end. Michael, along with every other person who went to work in his offices that day were killed when a plane struck the building just after 9am. Michael was the son of Lynn and Fredric Mullin. He was one of five children, he had 3 brothers, Chris, Fredric, and Kevin, and one sister, Susan. He loved sports, any and all sports. I guess you could say he was a "guy's, guy." His brother Chris described him as "a man who took advantage of every opportunity that came his way. Within a period of months, Michael watched the Yankees beat the Mets in the 2000 World Series, traveled to Florida to see the Giants play in the Super Bowl, and went to Las Vegas twice."Some people can go their whole lives not doing that", his brother said. A month before his death, Michael and his girlfriend, Lisa Kantrowitz, took a two-week trip to California, touring the wineries of Napa Valley. Michael insisted on buying a bottle of wine at each vineyard they visited. The two met a year and a half before his death when they had shared a summer house on Fire Island. They had plans to move in together and eventually marry. She had described them as inseparable. There were many things Michael was never able to do. Get Married, have children, see his siblings have children. We owe it to Michael to never let him be forgotten, to not allow him to be just a number amongst 2995 others.
Take a moment today to remember the Tragedy of 911, but also remember Michael. Remember his love of sports, his closeness with his family, his love of Lisa. Lets keep him as an individual, he deserves at least that for all that he and his family lost that day. Remember where you were on September 12th 2001, and think of where Michaels family was. He was a son, a brother, a cousin, a friend, a lover, and mostly a person. WE WILL REMEMBER YOU.