'MAD!' & A Tale Of Two Fingers...

So I'm in the kitchen cleaning up from breakfast & Ruby is in her room playing with her toys.
Pretty normal morning... until:

*crying* 'Momma Help Please!'
I run in to find her little hand wedged into a 'shape sorter' that she adores & KNOWS how to use, but apparently this time had forgotten which end was 'up' so to speak.

"Awww baby, c'mere, give Momma a hug... you're all right my love."
"I sad Momma, I so sad..."
"I know baby luv, you'll be ok, your fingers are ok... Momma helped you, see?"
*looking down at fingers in question*
"I MAD Momma!"

Slightly stunned, I take a minute to digest what my child has just told me.
See, Ruby's always been able to use adjectives to describe her feelings to me. Always.
Things like 'happy' or 'tired' or 'sad' or 'hungry' or 'cold' or 'hot' etc...
But MAD?

That shit's new...
that came from way out in left field,
hitting this Momma square in the face!

"Baby, do you mean you're sad? It made you sad to get your fingers stuck?"

*looking up at me as if I've clearly lost the ability to understand her words*
"No Momma,Ruby MAD not sad!"
*throwing evil shape sorter across the room*

"Baby, that's not very nice...
I'm sorry that you're upset but we don't throw our toys, ok?"
"Momma, I not ok! No more toy! Ruby put away..."
*grabbing bear for a nose to nose makeout session, she walks out of the bedroom leaving me to sort through the chaos that was the evil finger eating shape sorter*

Man, I didn't expect to hear that word out of her mouth... not that it's a bad word or anything but I typically don't use 'mad' when speaking, even when I'm angry. I say Momma's upset or Momma's sad or even Momma's angry... but mad?

So as if that wasn't enough to have to process before even finishing my first cup of tea,
she re enters the room with this beautiful nugget of info:

*holding up the 'closet door incident' fingers from last week*
"Momma?"
"Yes Ruby..."
"My fingers?"

*sadly like clockwork I fall into step with my role
in her play lovingly coined around this house as: A Tale of Two Fingers*

"Awww sweetie, what happened to your fingers?"
"Fingers shut it in a door."
"Awwww baby, and whose fault was that?"
"Momma's fault."
*smile on her face*
"Oh my sweet, and what did Momma say when that happened?"
"I SO sorry, soooooo soooooooo sorry, Momma"
"Yes baby, Momma was so so sorry. And then what did Momma say?"
"Not do again."
"That's right luvie, I'll never do it again, because I love you."
"WuVoo Momma!"
*hugs & kisses*


And then,
as if satisfied with her role in pointing out the error of my ways,
she turns & leaves.

No lie, my kid has told that 'fingers in a door' story to ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN!

Neighbors we know.
Neighbors we don't know.
Strangers at Target.
Strangers at the grocery store.
Each & every one of her stuffed animals is privy to an individual tale
of the dangers of Momma's & closet doors... etc.

You get the idea.

And the worst of it is,
it's with a gleam in her eye that she points out who's at fault. LOL

That's my girl.

*smiling*
(I'm so in trouble when she's a teenager... I feel the grey hairs starting already!)

The Real Deal...

As my friend Kristen & I stood in line waiting for the John Edward's show,
we both were amazed at the scale of his fans, even in a smaller venue such as
Boston's Radisson Hotel.

While waiting in line I met a wonderful woman... care to guess her name?
No?
Ok... I'll tell you.
Her name was Amy Elizabeth, and she was a Leo.
Weird?
Yes, but in a fantastic way.
Amy had lost her Mom years ago & was hoping to connect with her.
Secretly, I started hoping for her too.
She sat with me & Kristen, in fact I had her sit in between us just in case we got called on, we'd all stand up as a group & maybe that would hold a better chance for her to potentially get read.
It was a shot, it couldn't hurt.


The event was being held in one of their ballrooms,
a room that held potentially up to 500 people but if I were to guess,
there were maybe slightly less than that once we all found our way inside
& found our seats.

They had a table set up with tons of pitchers of ice water & plastic cups.
The line was long & hot, slowly moving everyone through stairways and
narrow hallways that, if you were claustrophobic, must have sucked,
and finally one cluster at a time, we squished like sardine's
into little elevators that took us
all up to the 6th floor.

They took half of our tickets & returned the stubs in the event that anyone needed to leave the room to use the bathroom, you would need that stub to get back in, no exceptions.

Done.
Stub in pocket.
Thank you very much!

I made my way into the room, found an end seat along the right hand side
next to the water table & about half way back from the front.
A perfect spot.

They had two employees of the John Edward's team with mic's testing to be sure the sound was correct & making sure everyone had found a seat & was ready to begin.

We had, and we were.

Of the two, there was a man & a woman, although I suspect the possessing more feminine qualities than the woman.
If I were a gambling woman, I'd bet the bank that this boy was gay...
Fabulously, wonderfully, outrageously gay, because I love gay men and they always have a way of making me smile just a little bigger & laugh just a little louder.
He did both.

He got up on stage & warmed us up & then explained to us the rules.
"When talking into the mic..." he said "Don't .... *..... *.....* this because ....* .....* hard ....* .... hear you."
(moving the mic around from left to right to prove his point,
we only heard half of what he said.)
"You need to keep the mic right here at your mouth so that John can hear what it is you're asking him, ok?"
Yes, ok.

Next, the rest of the rules were to follow;
"No flash photography, so if any of you need to take a picture, you can take one now!"
(he posed with a sparkling smile & a whirl)
We all laughed.

" There will be no audio and/or video recording,
and No this event is not being recorded for T.V., do you see any cameras set up? Trust me, John's camera crew isn't that little OR that fast. *laughing* And I'm pretty sure there aren't any hidden cameras, at least I hope there aren't!"
More laughter.

Ok, so once the seminar starts,
there will be no leaving the room to use the bathroom
so if you have to go I suggest you go now..."
A dozen or so of us get up & do exactly that.
(myself included)

The seminar is scheduled to run from 2pm till 4:30 pm.
He actually ran from 2 till a little after 5pm.
Amazing.

He came out onto the stage, everyone clapped & there was a smile across every face in there.
Well, the faces I could see anyway.
I would imagine that it's always exciting to see someone like him in person, whether it's your first time (like me) or your fifth.

He began with saying hi to all of us & explaining a few things that always happen at every show.
Everyone, whether they think they will or not, develops 'Psychic Amnesia', which means that when/if he calls on us to remember something... we won't.
Something that, to everyone else in the room seems like 'OMG DUH, IF THAT WAS ME OF COURSE I'D KNOW IT WAS ME', but to whoever it's meant for, it just sits in the air, waiting to be claimed.

Also, if he talks about someone 'above' us, don't look up, they're not literally floating over your heads, he simply means 'older' than us.
A contemporary to our side, is a sibling or cousin or friend, someone of the same age.
Someone who is 'below' us, would be someone younger, a child, a child of a friend, a younger someone... and again, no they are not below us so don't check under your chairs.
*Laughter*
Believe me, it's happened before, he says.

He starts talking a little about what he does and how he starts & everyone seems to be getting very excited at the prospect of witnessing him first hand at his amazing gift.

He stands completely still & is just quietly breathing for a minute or two... then he looks up & says;
"I'm being pulled over here" he points to the opposite side of the room from me, nearly in the identical location as me.
He had a man coming through who died from blunt force trauma suddenly.
It wasn't expected.
He's trying to reach his wife.
She was the mother of his two children & pregnant with their third, when he suddenly passed.
She was there with her mom & a few family members.
It took her a while to make the connection,
(psychic amnesia)
but once she did, the tears started flowing.
Poor thing, it was amazing to see this connection take place for her but it was sad too.
It makes you realize that she hasn't had any connection with her husband in nearly four years.
Her baby is 3 & a half.
John said that he wants her to know he's watching her always.
He's proud of how she's raising their kids, and his last one, a daughter, is a spitfire!
To be careful, because she came complete with a bag of tricks & is planning on keeping mom on her TOES!
Also, he said, he asked her PLEASE not to let anyone do that whole "Aww poor thing, she never knew her father" to her.
It's negative energy when people do that & this poor little girl is going to be bombarded with negativity every time someone mentions Dad & he does not want that for her.
He asked that when someone attempts that 'Awww' moment, to simply smile & say, "She's doing great!"
She had tears streaming down her cheeks.
Most of us were tearing up.
You couldn't not.

Next he is being called to the back of my section, to a man.
He lost his parents.
They both stood up, he started to read the man at first &
then shifts his attention suddenly to the woman.
"I have someone who is coming through who dies from an accidental gunshot"
She is visibly starting to choke up.
"He telling me to tell you he's so sorry. He didn't mean to do it, it was an accident."
She had seen her child's father accidentally shoot & kill himself in front of their 1 year old.
She went on to marry & have two other children, but that 1 year old, is now 15.
She begins to cry.
"I'm mad at him!" she says.
John smiles at her & says, "No you're not, he knows you're not."
She begins sobbing.
"No, I'm not..." she says through tears. "I just wish our son could've known him, I miss him"

And so, the seminar was well underway, each family making a connection before our eyes to the point that everyone, including my skeptical friend Kristen, was admitting to having the hairs on her neck stand up a few times from things John hit on that you can't pull out of thin air. "He's the real deal." she said to me.

Towards the end, he calls toward the back of my section again & says the following:
"Ok guys, this is really graphic, and I apologize but I gotta give it as I get it ok?"
We were all in agreement that it was ok.
"Someone passes by way of a murder, and is found dismembered & in a freezer."
NOT a common thing.
Not like lung cancer.
Not like a heart attack.
Not like a car accident.
This was VERY SPECIFIC.
This was one of those "OMG IF THAT WERE ME I'D KNOW IMMEDIATELY!" moments.
Two words:
Psychic Amnesia.

Nobody stood up.
Nobody claimed this.
Nobody knew what he was getting at.

John says:
"This is one of those moments where, I look like I'm standing here patiently waiting but inside I'm thinking 'MY GOD, WHO IS THAT OUT OF IT THAT THEY CAN'T CONNECT A BODY IN PIECES IN A FREEZER?!?' kind of thing..."
Nervous laughter breaks out around the room.

More silence...

...until suddenly,
a man raised his hand & a mic was brought to him.

He says:
"I don't know if this is a connection but, I got a cousin in jail right now who did that."
"Who did what?" John asks.
"Who murdered someone." he says.
John says, "Did he murder them in that way?"
"What?" the guy asks.
"Was the person he murdered found in pieces in a freezer?" John asks slightly horrified that he had to repeat such a thing again...
"Yeah." the man says.

The whole room is silent.
"Ok then," John says. "Welcome to your reading..."

It was his father coming through & using that very specific detail
as his way to connect to his son.
Something that he figured was far too unique NOT to recognize and would be a slam dunk.
It was, even though it may have taken a little longer than expected.

The reading continued... the man, although slightly embarrassed that he A. didn't pick up on such a thing right away, and B. is related to a murderer,
was really glad to have heard from his father.

Then John is being pulled up to the front of the room, opposite side as us, and hits the nail on the head with one family whose mother Helen came through.
Helen was a force to recon with.
This reading was the longest of the night, lasting nearly 30 minutes.
Helen had alot to say, her family in attendance was HUGE
(nearly a dozen people or so)
and everyone connected with EVERY THING JOHN SAID!
Things he described in their house (in the basement)
a cuckoo clock that no longer worked (in the basement)
stopped at a specific time that should mean something to them.
It did.
It was the time of their Mother's passing.
Amaxing.
Then there was a huge sticker of scooby doo stuck to a glass storm door
(shocker, in the basement)
Things that can't be random, were far too unique to this particular family to be coincidence,
also... all in their basement.

I think I speak for everyone when I started to jokingly think inside my head that it's a wonder that dismembered frozen body wasn't also found, in their basement.
I know, not funny, but it's how my mind works... what can I say.

All in all I was truly blown away at the gift this man was given years ago.
I even got to ask a question, I raised my hand, a mic was brought to me, I stood up & looked one very handsome John Edward face to face & I asked him how old was he when he knew he could do this, and does he ever get to turn it 'off' so to speak or is he always hearing things?

He told a story of being 15 & going to a psychic with his family.
He was disinterested but went upon insistence of his aunt.
He watched tv while one by one his family members were getting incredible readings.
He wasn't interested.
While he sat there, in his mind he kept thinking to himself, "If you're so psychic, then come ask me a question."
In the midst of the reading taking place as he was thinking that, the psychic woman pops her head out of the room & says "John, did you want to ask me something?"

He was shocked but didn't show it.
"No." he said.
"You sure?" she asked.
"Yep, I'm sure." he said.
He continued to watch tv until the readings of his family were finished & his aunt, came out & INSISTED he go in & be read.
He didn't want to.
His aunt wouldn't take no for an answer.
He was read... he was skeptical...
The psychic said he was gifted.
He didn't believe her.

He immersed himself in books having anything to do with this business of the supernatural.
Reading page after page of what was 'normal' to him, asking his friends at school if it was normal for them too? Didn't they have things like this happen to them? Couldn't they do this & that?
They couldn't.

He knew then that he was different.
He started to take his gift seriously.
22 years later, he's here with us reading our families.
He's happy.

"And do I ever get to turn it off?" he asks "No, not so much turn it off but shut down for periods of time here & there..." but he's always being a medium even when he doesn't think he is. He can't help it, he said, it's just who he is now.

After me, another woman had a question.
She wanted to know if someone dies at a certain age, is that the age of their spirit on the other side? Like, if she has a child who dies at 2, is that spirit forever a 2 year old?
John said that, once passed he believes a spiritual energy is the age that they were at their happiest, an age they were most comfortable at. His mother, for instance, died later in life, but when she comes through to him, she's in her 20's. He didn't know it was her at first because he was expecting to see the woman whom he'd last seen before she passed.

If that's the case, when I come through some day, I'm pretty sure I'll come through in my 30's, because I don't think I've ever been happier than I am right now.
*smile*

After taking a few more questions, he said he'd like to thank us all for spending our Saturday afternoon with him and he'd like us to all take away one thing from today's events:

Communicate, Appreciate & Validate our loved ones here in the physical world,
before a medium like him has to do it for us.

In a word, he was;

Amazing.

Thank you John Edward for such a fantastic afternoon of enlightenment.
It is one experience I won't soon forget.

Guest Post by Auntie Jen

Hello Everyone, this is Ruby's Auntie Jen, trying to post some pictures for Amy. We took these when my son Mikhail and I went to visit Amy, Ruby and Bear. Doesn't Miss Ruby look like a superstar in her shades? Up close and personal with Miss Ruby.

Hopefully Amy will be able to post pictures soon, but these should keep the masses happy for now!! ;-)

"You Don't?!?"

So, recently things have been a little hectic around here. First off, Ruby is doing GREAT! No worries there. Her & Bear are dancing their way through life & loving every single minute of it, thanks to Elliot Yamin, my kids new favorite song is ' MOVIN' ON ', how cute is that? Repeat play is a beautiful thing! Ok so if Ruby & Bear are great, then you can assume that the 'hectic' falls on my side of the tracks. Without going into much detail, I've been having lower right abdominal sharp shooting pains that come & go. Several exams & a series of ultrasounds later (ask me about that fun internal ultrasound, good times... NOT!) Anyhoo... so after all is said & done I had to hound my Dr's office for the results, those damn HIPA rules mean that ONLY my doctor can tell me the results & they usually refuse to do so on the phone. Note I said 'usually'. Let's just say that I can be pretty persistant when I want something.

Turns out, I have a twisted right ovary with a left ovary showing signs of calcification. What does that mean? Not a clue about the left one but they said it's normal & nothing to worry about, ok, fine. The twisted right ovary, basically they wanted me in asap to check it out again, via means of ANOTHER physical exam. I politely told her that 'thanks, but not so much. You & I BOTH know that because of my weight, you won't find anything, I mean afterall, isn't it the reason you sent me for the ultrasounds to begin with?" A very surprised 'Well, yes but..."
"Ok then, well thanks but I'll pass on being poked & proded like a roast before dinner. I'll call you on Monday & schedule something for next week."
"But Amy, we really need to see you today, now..." she said.
"Why?" I asked, "You plan on admitting me to the hospital for surgery today?"
"Well, no but..."
"Ok then, look, I understand that a twisted ovary means that the blood suppy to said ovary is compromised & I risk losing it. Guess what, I don't really care. I don't plan on ever having bio kids, ever. So If I lose an ovary, so be it. Also, keep in mind how LONG AGO I came to you WITH this pain & YOU put me off... 'oh it's probably nothing, maybe it was something you ate, maybe it's cuz of you doing your MS shots in your stomache... etc blah blah blah. So, if you can put me off for WEEKS then I can certainly put YOU off until Monday."

Of all of what I just told her, all she heard was, 'I don't plan on ever having bio kids..."
Cuz her response to me after that whole schpeel was " You don't?!?"

You know, what is wrong with women not just accepting other women's decisions in life to either HAVE bio children, or Adopt their children or go through in-vitro, etc...

My body, my life, my decision.

I said "No, I don't."
Her: "Why?"
Me: "Not that it's anyone's business but I believe I've told you before how I do NOT want to pass on my MS to anyone knowingly, period. Not to mention that the chances of my condition going heavily DOWNHILL after having given birth is pretty much a done deal should that happen. Thus, no bio kids. Oh, and by the way, have you forgotten that I already am the luckiest Momma ever with the worlds most beautiful daughter? Remember Ruby?"
Her: "Yes Amy, I remember... Ruby is a beautiful little girl..."
Me: "Damn skippy she is & you know what else she is? She's a little girl who DESERVES to have her MOTHER for as long as humanly possible in the best shape I can be, so avoiding anything that might make my MS take a turn for the worst becomes not just for me but MORE APPROPRIATELY FOR HER! Ok?" (in other words, totally wasn't your business to question my decisions in the first place & now I'm going to be hanging up...)

Can you believe that?

So, anyway... I call them back on Monday & take it from there.
It's not life threatening so I'll keep you all posted as to what the next step is BUT for right now, I have a cute little dancing Ruby who needs breakfast & I want to enjoy my morning with her because soon I'm headed out with my friend Kristen to Boston to go see this guy in person. In a very intimate small group setting for two & a half hours, CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE IT!
I'll miss Ruby but I know that she's in the best hands next to mine, those of her Nonno & Nannie! She'll have just as much fun this afternoon as I will, it's a good Saturday for sure!

Oh, and to those of you craving new pics, I've tried over and over and over to post some of the cutest images of my girl, but blogger is a female for sure, she's bitchy & WILL NOT LET ME POST ONE PIC! At least she hasn't thus far. I keep trying & when it finally let's me do so, you all will be the first to know! PROMISE!

Everyone have a great weekend & more later about John Edward & the twisted ovary!

"Momma So Sorry..."

Yesterday started out like any other day for us.
Breakfast, fun time with Nannie (her grandmother), changed a poopie 'pull up' JOY OF JOYS! (not) and then time to pick out the days outfit, which Ruby has always thoroughly enjoyed.

Not so much today.
Well, the picking out of the outfit wasn't the problem, we went with her fun green Christmas play dress with 'FUN PANTS' under it & a green bow & her bracelet.
No biggie.
But, why? Won't? The? Closet? Door? Shut?
*trying to shut the door*
Nothing, hmmm something must be stuck.
That's weird, no dresses or clothing stuck at the bottom?
*trying once more, harder this time, to actually shut it*
It's not shutting... I wonder what's stuck?











































































































































Ruby's Fingers.



















OH MY GOD I'M THE WORST MOTHER ON THE PLANET I'VE JUST SMASHED MY LITTLE GIRLS FINGERS IN THE DOOR SO TIGHT, TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!














Immediately grabbed my child who, has yet to cry but is doing that, 'inhale' that takes forever and then waiting even longer still, to actually scream out in pain, fell to my knees with her in my arms, wrapped myself completely around her sobbing into her beautiful thick head of black hair and just kept saying over and over and over,
"I'M SO SORRY!
I'M SO SORRY!
I'M SO SORRY BABY,
MOMMA DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT TO YOU MY LOVE,
OMG I'M SO SORRY,
MOMMA MADE A BOO BOO!
I'M SO SORRY!
I'M SO SORRY!
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABY, I'M SO SORRY!"
etc...

Spending the better part of 30 minutes all curled up with one another
I finally got her calmed down enough to where I could look at her little fingers.
Her right hand, ring & middle fingers were in the JAM part of the door, not the part closer to the doorknob, but the part at the BACK THAT PINCHES LIKE HELL!

I felt so HORRIBLE ALL DAY BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID MISTAKE!

Her fingers were swollen to high heaven & it took the skin off in a few places,
I know, I'm feeling sad again just writing about it for you all...

So, I had a Dr. apt that morning anyway for myself & since Ruby & I see the same doctor, I told her I was going to bring her with me to my appointment so that Tina (our Dr.'s name) could see her pretty bow & dress & fun pants, and oh yeah, maybe her fingers too.

Upon hearing this my daughter immediately balled her right hand into a fist & hid it inside the sleeve of her dress. Never to come out again.

Ok, we'll deal with the hand thing when we get there... she's still hurting, her fingers were not only swollen to high heaven, but were hot as blazes so I know she's not about to let me play patty cake with her, ya know.
So we get in the car & head over to the Dr.'s and I have my exam (more about what mine was all about later but let's say it's gonna be followed up with an ultrasound next Thursday, and NO I'M NOT PREGNANT!)
Anyhoo, Tina took a look at Ruby's fingers & said that nothing was broken & that maybe I could just either give her some Tylenol or Motrin for the pain, which I did when we got home.

I felt like shit ALL DAY and it was obvious to anyone seeing me that I'd spent all morning sobbing, and not just 'any' cry, but the 'UGLY' cry, the kind you never want anyone else to ever see you doing, THAT kinda cry!

I digress...


We get home & Ruby's back in good spirits & the Motrin got her relaxed enough to take a snooze on the couch & I got to catch up on some blogs I had been meaning to read.

After those, I went to check on her on the couch & she was slowly waking up.
She looked at me & smiled & said "Hi Momma, How'a'yooo?"
I just started crying again.

Here she is, this little innocent beautiful child left by the grace of God in my care and I hurt her little fingers more than I can even imagine it must have hurt and rather than see me & start talking about the 'incident with the door', she smiles and says hi & asks how I am.


I just love her more than words can do the feeling justice.

I smiled back through tears & said, "I'm fine baby, how are you?"

She thinks for a second... and says;

"I ok Momma, shut a fingers in a door, momma a boo boo, Ruby no cry, Momma so sorry."




I know, I know... me too.
*smiling through tears again*

I don't know what I did right in my life to deserve this beautiful child as my daughter,
but I'm sure glad that she's here & forgiving.

A Letter To My Daughter...

Dear Ruby,

As I sit here & type this you are happily playing around the house with your beloved friend Bear. It's amazing to me how much you're growing right before my eyes. Last night, for instance, was a big night in our house as you spent your first night in a big girl bed! (Momma's old day bed from my high school days, talk about some memories...) I was proud that you were ready, (secretly I wanted you to still be my baby in the crib...), I was nervous as hell that you'd 'fall out', (you never did...), and I heard you wake up happily this morning proclaiming, "I up Momma! Ruby a big girl! I in a big girl bed!". Baby, when you say such amazing things to me over the monitor, it makes my eyes well up with tears, bittersweet tears, filled with both joy & sorrow. Joy that my girl truly is growing up, and sorrow that my days with a 'baby' are fast dissolving. It's true what other parents say that most 'parents to-be' disregard as I did... the old "it goes by so fast, they'll be grown before you know it...etc". I didn't believe it. I should have listened with my heart to that one, because right now, as the little girl I call Ruby is playing independently all around the house, anywhere but where I am because she no longer needs me as much as she once did, I feel my heartstrings, (be they red or any other color for that matter...) being pulled with a fierceness that I can't make stop. It's part of the pangs of parenthood I suppose... watching your baby become a little girl. You are a little wonder in my eyes. How you not only can speak English but Italian as well, blows me away! You are the best little sponge when it comes to learning new information, and the other night at dinner when you, all of your own doing, said in perfect pronunciation to everyone at the table, "Momma, Nonno bevi vino!"- (Momma, Nonno's drinking wine!) we all stopped & looked at each other in amazement. You are no longer that little wriggly girl who just babbled, drooled, couldn't crawl or walk, or take a step. No, you are not that baby any longer. Now, you are this big beautiful smart girl who never ceases to blow me away with what you've learned. You blasted through crawling like a pro only to graduate to cruising, then walking and now you can out run even me! You have full on conversations in two languages with your friend Bear and make a mean invisible tea for your splendid tea parties, which, by the way, is still my favorite invite to get! You no longer wear diapers, but have graduated to 'pull ups' and can sit on the potty, even though you don't quite yet feel ready to do anything on it, you are ready to sit & wait. And if you can sit & wait, then I can too. Take your time baby, don't grow up too fast on Momma, ok? I still need to hear you sometimes say, "Momma, help pwease?" and if you don't mind, could you finish it off with "Wuv'oo Momma!"

Thanks baby girl... I love you to the moon & back and the sun & back and the stars & back,
and to China & back!

Always & Forever,

-Momma.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France

It Was Bound To Happen...

...I knew it would, I just didn't know when.

For as long as I can remember, I've been surrounding myself with children, pretty much since the age of 13. During all those days, weeks, months, years, etc... I've become pretty good at self censoring myself & perfected 'toddler code speak'.
Things that one would NOT want to say in front of their child for fear of having it repeated, I was darn good at making sure not a cuss word escaped my mouth, ever.
Sure we all have those times when we slip, it happens... after all, we're only human, right?

I just never thought it would happen to ME!
I mean, this is ME we're talking about, the self proclaimed Nanny 911, but after tonight, make that Nanny 910 & 1/2.

It went a little something like this:

Uncle Steve was over as he is every Tuesday, and I was sharing a 'cute' but funny story of a conversation that took place earlier this morning between myself & Ruby.

You see, Ruby LOVES when 'Uncle Steve Coming...?!'.
So, silly me, said to her this morning, BRIGHT & EARLY I MIGHT ADD,
" Hey Ruby, do you know what today is?"
Her eyes light up but you can actually SEE her thinking this one through for the proper answer... then she smiles & finally replies:
"UNCLE STEVE COMING?!?!"
Proud in her ability to remember such things, I smiled & said;
"Yes baby, Uncle Steve's coming over tonight!"

Upon hearing this, Steve smiled.
I then proceeded to say to him,
"But I said this to her like, FIRST THING THIS MORNING, and then I realized that ALL DAY I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO HEAR HER ASK 'UNCLE STEVE COMING? UNCLE STEVE COMING?' I was like "OH CRAP!" cuz I knew I'd be hearing that question ALL DAY!

Not realizing that yes miss Ruby was not only still awake during this conversation but apparently listening INTENTLY to each & every syllable escape my lips, I hear (in a cookie monster'esque type growl)
'CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!'

OMG WHAT HAVE I DONE?@!#$%#$%
"Ruby, don't say that baby, say "Oh Mannnn!', ok?'
'CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!' (giggling)
"Oh Mannnnnnnnnnnn!'
"NO OH MAN MOMMA!... 'CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!'" more giggling coupled with falling to the floor to roll around & repeat said word several more times.

OMG MY KID JUST SAID CRAP LIKE AN ANGRY FURRY BLUE COOKIE LOVIN' MONSTER, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!?@!?

"Hey Ruby, listen to this, OHHHHHHH MAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!" (giggling in the sad hopes that perhaps she'll see that Momma's word is funny too & maybe she'll wanna try it out...)

*laughing* No 'MAN' Momma, 'CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!' *laughing*
'CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!' (louder this time & obviously more giggling.)

Picked up the phone, called Karen, "OMG Karen, you're never gonna believe what I just freakin' taught my kid!..."
"What?"
"Listen to this..."

"Hey Ruby, 'Ohhhhhhh Maannnnnnnnnnnnnn!'
No 'MAN' Momma, 'CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!' *laughing*

"OMG did your kid just say 'crap'?"

*hanging head in shame'
"Yes."

LAUGHING!

Sure, it's funny, of course it's funny, it's funny like a fart in a car but OMG MY KID NOT ONLY KNOWS THE WORD CRAP BUT GETS A KICK OUT OF SAYING IT LIKE TRUE BLUE MUPPET!

Oy Vey, I do believe that's Jewish for
OHHHHH CRAPPPPPPPPP!
*sigh*

Chapter Nine...

"Miss Tondreault, we need you to come with us down to the station," the officer said.
"But why? I didn't DO anything, Jeff was my boyfriend and I loved him more than you'll ever know!" Alice cried.
"I understand that, really I do, but we just need to ask you a couple of questions. You DO want us to catch whoever's responsible for this, don't you?" he asked.
Alice began crying, "yes, of course I do," she said through her tears. "It's just hard, why can't you guys ask me whatever you need to ask here?" she motions her arm inside towards the living room.
"Ma'am, with all due respect, we really need you to come with us & we'd rather it not be through force, ok?" holding his hand out to her.
"Ok, but I hope this isn't going to take all night, I just got home & you guys were here waiting for me, I don't understand?"
Alice is beyond terrified now. She hadn't seen the cruiser parked around the corner from her apartment when Jess dropped her off.
"I'm tired & I'd like to get a good night's sleep if that's ok..." she pleaded.

"Miss Tondreault, we'll have you in & out as fast as we can but we really need to talk about this down at the station ok? So just sit tight until we get there." he shuts the back door to the cruiser & Alice sits, terrified of what's going to happen next.

Did they know? Had she left something there that pointed to her? SHIT!

The drive from her apartment to the police station was a mere five minutes away, but it was the longest five minutes of Alice's life.

"Ma'am, come with me please," the officer offers Alice his hand again & she follows him into the station.
"This is Chief Detective Bianchi, he'll be taking things from here."
"Miss Tondreault, how are you doing this evening? Mind if we head in here to talk?" the detective opens the door to his office.
"Sure," Alice says in almost a whisper.

"Miss Tondreault, Alice, may I call you Alice?"
"Ok..." she says.
"Ok then, Alice, we just want to ask you a few things about the night in question, is that ok?" he asked.
"Yes, that's ok." she said shaking her foot, another nervous habit.

"Now, your friend told us that on the night of January 6Th, you had gotten mugged while walking home from the store, is that correct?" he says.
"My friend? Who, Jess? When did you guys talk to her?" Alice is nervously tapping her foot on the floor now, her heart beating quicker by the second.
"Alice, is that correct?" he asks her.
"Yes, that's true, I was on my way home from the store & a guy jumped out & attacked me." Unable to relax, she sat on her hands to stop them from shaking.
"He came from out of nowhere and jumped me, broke my nose & everything!" she says.
"And where exactly did this attack take place?" he asks.
"What do you mean where? I just told you, on the way home from the store! I don't remember the exact spot, I was too scared to be looking at street signs you know!" her voice getting louder.
"Ma'am, we're just curious if you have anyone that can verify your story?" he said.

"My story? You think this is a story? This is the TRUTH! He broke my NOSE for crying out loud! How much more truth do you people need?!"

"Alice, we're not suggesting you're lying, but we are saying that if someone could verify what you're telling us, if you have a valid alibi, then it would make solving this case that much easier for us, understand?" he asked.

"Ok but alibi, that's like a word those cops use on TV when they don't really believe what the person is saying to them, right? I mean you people think that it's me, you think I killed my own boyfriend, is that it?" her feet were rapidly tapping on the floor, her hands now free from under her behind, shook nervously at her sides. "I'm right aren't I? You think it was ME?!"

"Alice, please calm down, we're merely asking you a couple of routine questions and it would really help us with this investigation if you'd be so kind as to cooperate willingly and ANSWER the questions that are asked of you, ok?" losing his patience with her, he wrote something down on a piece of notebook paper.

"What are you writing there? What are you saying about me?" she tries getting a look at the paper just prior to seeing the officer put his arms over the words.

"Maam, if you can't cooperate, we're going to be here a long time and I know you said you'd like this to be quick so you can get home, yes?" he asks.


"Yes, I just want to go home, can I leave please? I mean you guys can't hold me here can you? I didn't DO anything!" she stands up & starts to pace the room.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to please remain in your seat for the duration of this discussion," he says to her, "would you please sit back down?"

"How am I supposed to sit when you people are treating me like the bad guy? I just want to go home, I need to rest, I didn't even make it into my house before you guys jumped out at me to drag me here..." Alice's face is starting to bead with sweat.

"Ma'am, I won't ask you again, please return to your seat so we can finish this interview." he motions to her chair.

Alice ignores him & walks over towards the window which was right next to the door to the room.
"Ma'am, if you don't sit down right now I'm going to have no choice but to arrest you for failure to cooperate with an officer..." he said as he stood up.

Alice brings her hands up over her eyes & begins crying, "I just want to go home, please, let me go home..." she sobs.

"Alice, I'm trying to help you get there, but you're not doing yourself any favors by ignoring what I'm asking you to do here... can you please just sit down & answer my questions?" again, he motions to her chair.

Alice slowly returns to her seat & quietly sits down.

"Now, tell me again about when you were mugged..." he says.

"Some guy, I don't know who he was, jumped out from nowhere and tried to take my purse, but I fought him off, and that's how I got my broken bloody nose, and I ran home. That what you wanna hear? How an innocent girl, alone at night got mugged? You guys get off on this shit or what?" she starts sobbing harder now. "I have to relive that horrible night every time you need the facts? Look at the damn bump in my nose, you think that got there by picking flowers at the park? DO YOU?!" She stood up again, angry but still crying, "I'm outta here, I can't take this anymore, I didn't do a thing, you've got the wrong person, you should really stop wasting precious time & leave me the hell alone & go after the real murderer..."

She tries to walk past the officer for the door, but is stopped by his swift hand & the clink of a handcuff snug around her wrist. "I'm sorry Ma'am, but you leave me with no choice, you're under arrest for failure to cooperate with an officer during an investigation."

"LET ME GO!" Alice struggles to get out of the one handcuff as he flips her around securing the other cuff & successfully cuffing both hands behind her back.

"Come with me please..." he says & she is taken to another room where she is asked to relinquish her personal belongings, sign a few papers, has her fingerprints taken & walked to the back of the station where there is one large holding cell, currently empty.

"You'll be spending the night here, while you're here, please think about why it is you're here and not home in your bed, ok?" he takes her cuffs off her as he locks the cell door behind her. She is alone and scared.
"HEY! I GET A PHONE CALL! DON'T I GET A PHONE CALL!?" she yells at him as he's walking away down the hall.

Nothing, she hears his footsteps trailing off until suddenly, silence. Not a sound other than her own breathing.

"I GET A PHONEEEEE CALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!" she's crying so hard now her eyes feel as if they're about to burst out of her skull.

Fifteen minutes go by & she picks her head up to hear footsteps heading in her direction, the sound getting louder with every step.
"HELLO? OFFICER?"

Detective Bianchi stood in front of her cell door, keys in hand, "You get ONE call, and then it's right back here into this cell, understand?"

"Ok, FINE!" she marches off behind him in the direction of the phone. The place is quiet, it's a small town police station with small town cops.

"One call, Miss Tondreault, just one." he motions to the phone.

She walks towards the phone & picks up the receiver. She didn't have to think about who to call, she knew it would be Jess, obviously it would be her, who else do you call when you find yourself in jail but your best friend.

No answer...

"Ma'am, times up. Call's over, let's go."

"WAIT! SHE DIDN'T ANSWER! THAT'S NOT A CALL, THAT'S A DIAL, I NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE!" she cried.

"Ma'am, call's up, let's go please." he offers her his hand & she slowly hangs up the phone and starts to head in his direction but the thought of spending the night in that dark cold cell freaked her out so much, she flipped & bolted in the opposite direction & headed straight out the door past one officer who was busy filing some papers, probably the ones she'd just signed.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE! MISS TONDREAULT!" the officer yelled at her. "OFFICER STEVENS, GET HER!" he yelled.

Alice ran as fast as she's ever run in her whole life. She ran down the street across the main drag, into the cemetery next to the church & down behind to the back of the park.
She reached into her pocket where her cell was hiding, she'd conveniently forgotten to surrender that little item.
Frantic, she dials Jess's cell, voicemail DAMN IT!
In a panicked whisper, Alice leaves the following message, "Jess, it's me Al, OMG I'm in so much trouble, please come & get me, I'm freaking out, I just bolted from the damn cops, they arrested me Jess, they had handcuffs on me and everything, where the hell ARE you? OMG Jess, I'm behind the cemetery in the park tucked in behind that old tool shed, you know the one they use in the summer to store the lawn care crap, OMG JESS HURRY! I'M SO FUCKING SCARED!"

She hung up, holy shit what was she supposed to do now? They'd be looking for her, she knew that for sure. Crap, why didn't she just sit & answer his stupid questions in the first place? Why did she have to lose her cool & run like that? Now she knew she looked guilty for SURE!

Keeping herself as out of sight as she could, she sat quietly on the cold ground, shivering because she'd not worn her winter coat that night, terrified that they'd find her. Terrified that Jess wouldn't, that she'd be forced to be there all night & then what? Once morning came, she couldn't hide forever.

"Alice!" she heard her friend whisper to her from the big oak tree near the pond. "Al, where are you?"

"OMG JESS!" Alice whispers back in as loud a whisper as she could muster.
She ran & threw herself around her friend & said "OMG YOU'RE HERE, LET'S GO! WHERE'S THE CAR?! LET'S GO!"
"Alice, calm down, what happened?" Jess asked.
"HOLY SHIT JESS, THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT, LET'S GO, WHERE THE HELL IS THE CAR?" Alice grabbed Jess's hand with a firm grip & pulled at her desperately hoping to leave as soon as possible.

"Ok, ok, it's over across the other side of the pond, I didn't want to drive too close to town cuz maybe they're looking for you, Alice, what in the hell HAPPENED?"
"No time now! Let's just GO! Please?!"

They ran as quietly as they could & found Jess's car right where she said she'd let it.
They both hopped in & Jess started the engine, "Where are we going Alice?" she asked.
"I don't care! JUST DRIVE! GET US OUT OF HERE!" she pleaded.

"Alice, you're scaring me..."
"DRIVE!!!!!!!!!" Alice screamed at her friend who jumped & hit the gas with such force that the car peeled out on the cold pavement.

"Alice, OMG where are we going? What do you want me to do? What happened?!"
"Jess, promise me one thing, ok? Just one..."
"Anything Al, what is it?" Jess asked.

"Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always be friends, k? Promise?!"
"Alice, that's just silly, you know we're best friends..." she started to say.
"I MEAN IT JESS, PROMISE ME! NO MATTER WHAT!" Alice said.

"Ok, ok Al, I promise... no matter what. Ok?" Jess reassured her friend.

"Ok... now just drive, I don't care where, but just anywhere but here."

"I know just the place..." Jess said, as she turned onto a familiar back road that headed north.

Reaching Out...*

... To All My Faithful Readers & Friends.

Below is a copy of a letter I received today in the mail.
It is from one of my very dear friends, Christina on behalf of her Sister & family
but most importantly, her nephew Ashton.
I wanted to share it with all of you as I know the generosity you're all capable of
& have been more often than not, with me.
I am beyond thankful to each & every one of you
who have gone above & beyond
to help my little family in times of need.
Now, it is time to think of paying it forward.
My dear friend Christina sent me this letter
in the hopes of reaching as many people as possible
to help her during this walk for the march of dimes
in honor of her adorable nephew, Ashton.
I don't even have a job right now
but I plan on helping as much as I can
and knew that if I put this out here,
that it not only wouldn't hurt, but would be well received.
Thank you to everyone for taking the time to read this
& to those of you who feel compelled to help,
I really have no words other than,
thank you SO MUCH!!
(& I'm pretty sure that Ashton thanks you too.)

*Pictures of Ashton at birth
& updated ones of a very healthy vibrant little boy
& his family will soon follow,
as thus far my attempts to upload them
have been unsuccessful
due to Blogger's being a bit moody!*

Hello Family and Friends,
As you might be aware, our family has been touched by the March of Dimes mission to prevent birth defects, premature birth and infant mortality. That’s why we have formed a Family Team “Ashton’s Crew” to raise money and participate in Walk America. Please join us in our fundraising efforts today by sponsoring our walk.
Contributing to our team is fast, easy and secure. You can either donate directly from my personal web page with a credit/debit card or use the enclosed envelope and the blue donation sheet to send in your donation. Your donation is greatly appreciated. You may use the enclosed self stamped envelope with the form to send in your donation rather than doing it online. Every penny counts.
Our family knows firsthand the challenges associated with prematurity. It is important to find out why premature birth happens and what can be done to prevent it. By raising money, ongoing research to answer these critical questions is funded. When you support “Ashton’s Crew”, you show you care and you give hope for defeating premature birth and other threats to babies.
Please join us and millions of compassionate people across the country who support Walk America each year. We need your help. Visit our web page and sponsor our walk!


Click Here to Donate & Read More About Ashton's Crew!

Thank you,
Steven, Jennifer and Ashton Sousa

With your support, there’s hope


“Ashton's Story”

Following the premature birth of his son Ashton Joseph, Steven spent frightening days watching both his wife and their tiny baby fight for their lives. Jennifer had developed complications 26 weeks into her pregnancy. In danger of kidney, heart failure and coma, she had an emergency c-section. Ashton was born weighing just 1 pound, 7 ounces. Both mom and baby survived, but Ashton spent the first 123 days of his life in neonatal intensive care.
He was given surfactant therapy right away to
help his immature lungs inflate and went on to fight and win one medical battle after another - anemia, abnormal blood coagulation, medical NEC, and jaundice. Prior to coming home Ashton faced surgery to correct his bilateral hernias. Despite all of his hurdles, Ashton is an energetic 2-year-old who loves music, dancing, coloring, reading and spending time with his family and friends.

As a former 26 weeker, Ashton will walk with his parents,
Jennifer and Steve, and many friends and family to share
their story, raising awareness of the seriousness of
premature birth. Every year, more than half a million
babies are born prematurely in the U.S. - a national health
crisis that must be stopped. Jennifer explains, "Due to the
increasing rate of premature birth among American
women, we feel an urgency to work with the March of
Dimes to raise awareness and to support research that
would further impact the lives of babies. We are very
passionate about helping all families."

Every year, half a million babies in the U.S. are born prematurely. Premature birth is the leading cause of newborn death and many life long disabilities. The funds we raise in Walk America support research that saves babies' lives.

Our mission is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.
Please everyone who sees this know what a great cause this is. All who donate and help my heart goes out to you. Thank you for helping save our baby and all the other babies out there.

A Moment Of Pride...

...it's funny how if I pull out my old books from my trip to China, the memories come flooding back as if they just happened yesterday. Upon visiting the Great Wall & Tiananmen Square, we had the opportunity to purchase books of those places with a beautiful group photo in the front cover for our specific travel group. I believe the cost was only $10 American dollars, well worth the perfectly packaged travel size memories, right?
Absolutely.
But what I realized once I came home was that those books, however treasured they were to me, kind of fell by the way side in with other various 'China things' to be 'saved' for a rainy day.
Well, I'm here to share with you all that, today- it's a beautiful sunny day in the mid 40's - 50's which is pretty nice New England weather in my opinion. Not a cloud in the sky... so why did I chose today to pull out those books?
Well, it all started a little over a week ago when miss Ruby Cate & I were at the local library in the children's room playing & reading story after story. We befriended a lovely woman named Dai and her daughter Ada. Turns out, they're from Shanghai, China and are now living right here in my home town. Dai is 32 and Ada will be 3 the end of April.
As you can imagine, Ruby and Ada played so well together and Ada's mom was just amazed at how well the girls got along. She asked me "How old is your husband?"
I chuckled.
"Um, I don't have a husband actually, I'm a single parent." I said.
"Oh, well your daughter is beautiful, she has your face." she said.
I smiled.
"Yes, she does, doesn't she?" proud as punch.
"So, her Daddy must be Asian man, yes?" she asked.
Again, I smiled, bigger than before.
"Yes, her birth parents are both Chinese. I adopted Ruby as a single mother in November of 2005. We do not know who her birth parents are, but she does know who her mother is, watch;
Hey Ruby, where's Momma?" I called over to her.
Ruby, with an even bigger smile than my own, came bounding over to me with arms open & gave me the biggest hug & said "Momma!!!!"
Best hug I ever got.
Dai said, "Oh my, she looks just like you, I just thought that she was yours..."
I politely smiled and said, "She is mine, she's my daughter. But yes, it is pretty amazing how someone made this match a world away because I agree with you, she does look like she could be my biological child."

"Yes, she does! You both so beautiful!" Dai said.
Again I smiled, and a friendship was born.
Two friendships actually, mine with Dai, and Ruby's with Ada.

Fast forward to today, Dai and Ada came over for a play date. The girls were thrilled to see one another again & Dai & myself enjoyed some tea & blueberry apple yum cake that I had made from scratch. (recipe later, I promise!)

In talking with Dai I was telling her all about my adventures in China over the two weeks I spent there & she chuckled saying "you have seen more of my country than I have!"
It was then that I remembered those books.
I took them out & presented them both to Dai & said, "These were our souvenir books of our visits to the Great Wall & Tiananmen Square. Our pictures are in the front cover... "
Dai took the books & one by one, she opened them.
"Oh, you have such short hair then, but still such a pretty smile! You look very happy!"
She continued to browse the books & as she did, my mind drifted back to those days, those moments when those pictures were taken. When every person in them was happy to finally be in China no doubt, but despite all the excitement of the Great Wall & Tiananmen Square, I hazard to guess that we all had something slightly more important on our minds.
Our children.
You see, we visited these placed before we met our girls.
Each one of those faces, smile shining bright, also to me held a little more than just happiness...

we all held hope.
Hope that we make it through the first three days safely.
Hope that we take as many pictures as possible to remember our time in our Daughter's home land for many years to come.
Hope that the flight from Beijing to Nanchang would be safe & uneventful...
...and hope that sooner, rather than later, our precious daughters would finally be in our arms.

I looked at that girl with the short black hair, the big fat Italian face, the huge cheezy 'holy shit I can't believe I'm actually in China!" smile, and tears filled my eyes.

"What is wrong, Amy? Are you ok?" Dai asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just remembering how amazing it was to be there, to go through this process, to see the things I've seen & have the memories I have & to know that the little girl playing in the other room is my living breathing dream come true... all because I decided one cold winters night back in 03 that it was time I become a Mother.

Amazing how one little decision changed my life for the better, forever.
I may not have short hair anymore, I may have gained a few lbs since falling into step with the daily routine of becoming a Mother, but looking at that group photo, at the smile on my face and the hope shining from my eyes, I was proud of that girl.
Proud that as a single woman in her 30's, she didn't let the odds beat her.
She ignored her MS & Diabetes, she ignored the naysayers who said she couldn't or shouldn't do it, she paid no attention to how much the journey would ultimately cost & put out of her mind her incredibly huge fear of flying because she just knew in her heart that,
where there's a will, there's a way.
She just followed her heart, and it led her straight to the most beautiful little girl she'd ever laid eyes on.
It led her to her daughter.
And for that, I am forever grateful to that short haired, loud mouthed Italian girl who didn't stop until she saw her dream of being a mother become a reality through the gift of one beautiful little girl named Fu Pei Mu.

Auntie Love...

Ruby Cate & Isabella Grace in:

'SATURDAY WITH MY COUSIN'

Stuck...

...because exersaucers aren't for ADULTS anymore.
(Dumb ass... and yes, that's my LITTLE BROTHER!)

Silly Time...

...bowl for one!

Pig + Tails =

SERIOUSLY CUTE!

Another Pic Fix...

Yes, sometimes I really do watch TV like this...

Ah, Bear... he's just a love whore!

Hey! Easter Nonno! Um, where are my Easter eggs? Huh?

I love hanging upside down from your lap Easter Nonno...

...it just makes me GIGGLE!
(and obviously some of the blood goes rushing to my little noggin,
but so far, so good. Just let's not do this all day, deal? And what about those eggs?)

Chapter Eight...

"DUDE, DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!" Tony yells to Nick as he's trying to catch up to his friend who was fiercely hauling ass across the street towards the studio.

"AND DON'T COME BACK!" Nick screams to the stranger with the hat, who is now high tailing it down Ocean in the direction of the highway.
"ASSHOLE!" Nick shakes his head in disgust & looks up to see Tony just now making it to where he is. "Took ya long enough, cripes Tony, you really ought to think about coming with me to the gym once in a while man."

Tony, pretending he hadn't heard him, "That guy just didn't know when to quit! I'm glad we chased him outta here!"

Nick, not feeling in the mood to split hairs over who actually did the chasing, changed the subject, "So, what's up with funeral plans for Jeff? You hear anything yet? She's gotta do it soon right? I mean, they can't keep him in a morgue forever."

Tony thinks for a minute, "No, I don't think they can, can they?" he looks confused.

"Never mind," Nick pats his cell phone, "she'll call when she knows something."

Nick checks the lock on the door of the studio, good & secure. "Alright man, I'm outta here, I'll catch you later, k?" he waves to Tony & heads for his car. Tony, smiling, says "Ok dude, see ya tomorrow." as they head home in different directions, Nick towards town & Tony off away from town to his larger than life house filled to capacity with Italians just waiting to feed you a home cooked meal.
Such different lives yet such cemented friendships.

Nick arrives home, well it was home to him anyway, a charming little studio apartment on the east side of town, right on the water. Cost him a fortune, but in the summer was a tiny slice of oceanfront heaven that he wouldn't trade for the world... well, maybe to get Jeff back, but he knew that wasn't an option.
He put the key in the door & headed inside, the place was frozen in the wintertime & the money he shelled out for heat barely left him much in the way for groceries & other necessities.
Ah, the price you pay for prime real estate in Massachusetts.

He tossed his keys down on the side table by the door & went to grab his space heater. "It's like a God damned IGLOO in here!" he said to himself aloud.
He sets the heater down on the hardwood floor, directly in front of the couch, plugs it in & turns it on. "C'mon you bastard," he says to it, as if it's going to listen & heat up his little place sooner rather than later. "I'm fucking frozen!"

He puts a pot of coffee on & goes to his bedroom area & grabs an extra pair of wool socks & a big polar fleece throw & heads for the couch.
Plopping himself down, he grabs the remote & turns on the TV; "Authorities are saying that they still don't know who is responsible for the vandalism, but investigators are looking into it." the news caster reported. "And in other more local news, the murder of 28 year old Jeff Hathaway Jr, is still under investigation. Authorities are currently following several possible leads & ask if anyone knows any information, to please contact the Collins Cove police department. In other news, one local man is being hailed a hero tonight after saving a family of stray cats from a burning shed in his neighbors yard. Ron Sandy with the story, Ron?"
Nick clicked off the TV. Who in the hell would want to murder Jeff? It had been on his mind ever since hearing it even happened to begin with.
Jeff was a good egg, just a bit high energy once in a while, no biggie.
Nothing anyone would wanna kill him over, certainly.

The smell of coffee was wafting through his little one room paradise like a fart in a car, only much, much better.
He got up & made himself a handsome cup with both cream & sugar, never understood why anyone would drink black coffee when such flavor was available at the shake of a sugar packet or the popping open of a little creamer.

His pocket started to vibrate, he reached for his cell & checked the caller, 'Jess H.' calling... "Hello, Jess? Everything ok?" he was happy she had called.
"Nick, no every thing's not ok, you got a minute?" she sounded scared.
"Jess, for you I got ten, what's up?" he said.
"It's Alice, she's just," she hesitated...
"She's what, Jess, what is it?" he pleaded.
"She's acting a little nuts, like paranoid almost. I don't understand it but honestly, she just isn't being her, I know that for a fact. I've known her for years, I know her better than anyone and I just can't pinpoint why she's behaving this way. I mean I know she lost a boyfriend too but c'mon, we all lost someone we loved dearly, this is hard on all of us!" she started to cry.

"Aw, Jess honey, don't cry, it's ok, Every thing's gonna be ok, I promise." he said.

"I just don't understand it, why is she so afraid of talking to the cops? I mean it Nick, it's like she's acting crazy or something. I mean it's not like she's got anything to hide, none of us do, we ALL loved Jeff! And now, she just wanted to go straight home, she didn't invite me in and she just said she needed to sleep & said goodnight, just like that, goodnight. No hug, no nothing. I'm really worried about her. I'm afraid she might do something drastic. I really want to be there with her but I'm not, I'm here in my apartment alone, that isn't being a very helpful friend, right? I mean, I should call her & insist on coming back over to stay with her, don't you think?" she heard the sound of her voice rambling.

"Jess, first of all, relax for me, will ya? I mean, it, we can't solve anything if you start to lose your marbles too, right? Ok so let's think. Maybe she really just does need some time alone, I mean we've all been through a pretty big tragedy here, right? It goes without saying that we might want some down time to process all this stuff. It's some pretty heavy shit Jess, you gotta admit that much." he said, hoping he had calmed her down, if only just a little.

"Yeah, I suppose but I'm her best friend Nick, why, of ALL people, shut ME out?" Jess was obviously upset.

"Jess, look... you want me to come over & stay with you? I can totally come over there right now, it's freezin' ova here anyways..." he said hopeful she'd say yes.

"No, I'd just bum you out, I just needed to vent, who knows. Maybe I just need a good long cry & a half decent night's sleep. You're sweet to offer though, thank you for that." she said.

Disappointed, Nick says to her, "Well, if you change your mind, you know how to reach me, k? Sleep well Jess & try not to let this bother you too much, Alice loves you to pieces, I'm sure she just needs a good night's sleep, like we all do, k?"

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks Nick, goodnight." and she hung up the phone.

Nick snaps his cell shut & slips it back into his pocket. He slinks back into the cushions of his couch, the space heater just now starting to give off some warmth, he curls up under his blanket and allows his thoughts to wander.

On the other side of town, at that exact same moment, Jess too allows her mind to wander, but unlike Nick, her wandering leads her home.