oops it's been a while

OK shame on me...it's been while. Sorry...I have been very busy though. Mittens actually keeps me very busy and when that isn't happening I chase little Lucy.

I am back playing hockey again! (yea) Well roller hockey, either way I am out being active again. It feel like forever since I played.

Tomorrow is my birthday...29 that isn't too old is it? I don't feel old but I think I'm starting to look very old. Mittens likes to point out how gray I have gotten. Oh well.

The best birthday present arrived a little early. My little Lucy began to take her first steps!!!! I'm so proud of her, I can't wait to see what she does next.

No more BEEP, BEEP!

Well this is a happy day for Mrs. Eddie. Eddie just got a new phone today...a palm pilot type that does not have the feature of Nextel Direct Connect (the two way radio). Or as we so passionately call it...beep beep.

The things we do for Mrs. Eddie...the saga continues.

The perfect gift...or not

Well HAPPY NEW YEAR to all! I hope everyone had fun and was safe.

I just realized another reason why Mrs. Eddie will forever be mittens to me. This last Christmas Mrs. Eddie was the recipient of duplicate gifts, GLOVES!!!

When she opened one of her gifts her face said OH THANK YOU! However Eddie has gotten wise to this. She was to excited to open a present from my parents. Then I saw the gift...gloves. I knew this wouldn't go well. To make matters worse Mrs. Eddie also received gloves from her parents the next day as well. (Great minds think a like...hum)

Some time has passed and it came time to figure out if we needed to exchange anything. There sat the gloves on the table and Mrs. Eddie looked at me like 'what do I do with these'. I suggested she give them a chance maybe they will grow on her. My advise was that now she is a Mom it will come in handy to use all her fingers when reaching in pockets and digging for stuff.

Lets face it, mittens and gloves serve equally great purposes. You just need to figure out what type you are. Eddie is gloves all the way. Sadly I don't think Mrs. Eddie will ever know the excitement involved with wearing gloves. That's OK too.

So the gloves still sit there today looking at us. What do we do...what do we do.

Being Domestic

Being domestic has it's thrills. Like today for example: I am off of work today and so I have a list of things to do. One of those is to vacuum the stairs. Not a fun task but it needs to be done.

One of the attachments to the vacuum is on the fritz...so I thought before I go about this I will check into the attachment that is not performing to its potential. I figured out the problem and WALLAH, I fixed it! I normally would be happy. But now I just made it so I get clean more of the house.

I'm happy I fixed something but now I just created more work for myself. I should get back at it...

My first big step...

Well this is Eddie...husband to Mrs. Eddie. After thinking it through I finally decided to start a blog. This is a big step for me as I don't always like to share my thoughts and or feelings.

But I typically go with my gut and my gut was screaming GO AHEAD AND DO IT!!! It also said I should try a few sit ups as well. :)

As I mentioned I happily married to Mrs. Eddie for more than 5 years. And we have been together for...well lets just say a long time. (I'm proud to say she is my H.S. sweet heart).

Enough of that though, why mittens you ask? MY WIFE WEARS MITTENS for crying out loud! Mrs. Eddie goes through life with a smile on her face that is very contagious and that makes me so happy. However I have noticed over the years that Mrs. Eddie has a few quarks to her that I feel fall into the 'Mittens' category.

For instance: If we pass her favorite coffee shop (CC) we must stop and get a hot chocolate. Eddie doesn't always stop at CC and this make Mrs. Eddie wrinkle her nose and furrow her brow a little. But when we do stop...you would think it is Christmas Day. My warning to others...be aware of women with mittens...they love CC and will spend your money. All with a smile on their face that says...you can't be mad at me.

HOW DOES SHE DO IT? More later...