Bittersweet...

So, to end Middle Kid's hockey season they held their home hockey tournament.  They would have 3 games and the two teams with the highest point value would go to the championship.  We tied our first game, lost the second one in a close match, and then won the third one BIG time.  That was a big key.  We had 8 1/2 points.  Another team had 8 1/2 points.  UH OH.  They go to tie breakers.  We tied that team.  Uh Oh.  We go to goal differential... YES... that was were are big win came into play.  We had +4, the other team +1.  So after some conferencing and checking score sheets it was announced.  Our boys would be in the Championship.

The tournament was named after a young father who was a big part of the rink.  He passed away unexpectedly at 44.  I know his wife, his son, his sister, nephew...well you understand...hockey is a lot of the same people.  The Championship game started with a brief story about this man and his love of hockey and his love of kids.  Then we were reminded that his nephew would be officiating the game.  A brief wave of emotion rolled.  Then it was on to the National Anthem.  The boys 32 all together stood there, with sticks in their left hands and right hands across their hearts.  It was beautiful and peaceful. 

And the puck dropped.  Action packed this game was.  We were up 1-0 at the end of the first.  Down 2-1 at the end of the second.  And at the end of regulation tied 2-2.  Overtime it was.  We didn't get too far into overtime before the other team had the puck and were on a breakaway.  On of our forwards was trying to catch him.  He had his stick between the kids legs and all was within the rules.  And then... the other kid lost the puck he overskated it.  But our forward didn't realize it.  He hit the puck.  He scored the winning goal in overtime for the other team.  He dropped to his knees in tears.  The other team rushed to the ice.  They swarmed their player.  Our team, dejected, skated out with their heads held low. 

They properly shook hands and stood through awards.  Quietly they got undressed and went to their parent's cars.  Middle Kid sat down in the truck.  Looked at Head Honcho and cried.  He wanted this.  He knew the season is over.  He knew that that was the last time he will step on that ice with those kids.  He loved playing with some of those kids.  He had such a great year in so many ways.  He also had so many issues and so many setbacks that now he is in limbo. 

I didn't want this season to end because I didn't want to make the decisions we are being forced to make.  However, I want to make the decisions and be done with it. 

Yeah!!! Hockey season is over...

almost.  And for a whole 2 weeks!! Wow...we need that break.  We certainly deserve it.  The season starts in October... first week usually.  Goes strong until 2-3 weeks into March.  The first week in April, we will experience clinics, tryouts and practices (hopefully).  That will run us straight until next March. 

Only to rinse, wash, repeat, love. 

I know I complain about the busy schedule, the practices, the travel.  But honestly the next few weeks not seeing Middle Kid out there smiling and doing what I know he loves and has a deep passion for will be long.  Almost as long as the whole season.  He will count the days until he can start clinics.  He will ask a million times when are tryouts.  He will re-live the last few games.  He will smile when he thinks about the goals he scored and the assists he had.  He will tell us endlessly how he wants to skate.  In time Middle Kid, in time.  Right now we need this break. 

Pink Eye...

No, not the disease.  Pink Eye is a kid I know.  He really isn't a kid.  I think he is 22.  He is a good kid.  Mostly.  He works with me and unlike most kids his age, he seems to genuinely care about how he does.  I have known Pink Eye for 3 years or so.  I think he was there when I came back from Maternity leave.  He was going to college for culinary arts.  He doesn't go to school anymore, but he should.  Not because the Mom in me thinks every kid should go to college.  Because he is a fantastic cook. 

He takes on a leadership role at work 3-4 days a week.  And people respect him.  Grown men who have cooked for as many years as he has been alive take orders from him.  And take them well.  That is because he knows what he is doing.  I have been in the restaurant business for 10,15, a lot of years.  And usually you don't see a kid running the show and the show running smoothly.  When Pink Eye is in charge, it is a beautiful show. 

He is a good kid in other ways too.  He listens to people well and pays attention to what they are saying and what they need.  Of course, he still is only 22 so there is a bit of immaturity and 'crinks' to work out, but mostly the kid is ok.  So Pink Eye, don't change too much... keep working hard... you are a good kid, you are funny and most of all you know how to cook my burger medium rare.  That my friend is the best trait you own. 

I can still read a map!!

With all of the technology today, sometimes I wonder if simple skills are being lost.  A clock...everyone can read a digital clock, but what about a 'hands' (that is what Middle Kid calls it)clock?  A map?  Who needs them?  We have a GPS.  If we get lost Darth Vader tells us he is reworking our trip to the dark side. (How come he only says that if we are headed to a hockey rink?  He knows!!) So last night I had to take a trip.  About an hour away.  I am a fast driver.  The GPS would have told me it was an hour and a half trip.  I don't need that stupid machine!

Well, the Head Honcho needed the GPS as well, so someone somewhere was going to have to give in.  Of course I did.  I only had one stop.  He had like 50.  I still would need directions.  I COULD have gone to a REAL map.  But do those exist?  Where do I get one?  I am not sure the local Fastrac carries them.  I have never seen them there.  So I used technology anyways.  I went to mapquest.  Here is the thing with technology.  They will plan your route and give you a few options.  I chose the shortest distance but 4 minutes longer trip.  What could go wrong. 

I read the directions on my way out the door to familiarize myself.  No biggie.  It was like 3 turns.  One hour 24 minutes.  Door to door.  I made it in One hour 4 minutes.  I figure they must have thought I was going to stop at stop signs.  (I kid, I kid)  I took care of buisness and went to leave.  I pulled out of the driveway and realized, one I never printed home directions (I am not an idiot, I will go in reverse) two...it is DARK.  Add to that the driving rain and howling winds.  I was doomed.  Good news... Little Brother is working IN the city I am in.  I call him quickly.  He was busy with something (hopefully not that standoff thingy that was going on) but I told him where I was and where I needed to be.  He gave me precise directions.  Go to the intersection and turn right.

I did.  I drove about 20 minutes and then realized, I wasn't seeing ANYTHING that looked familiar.  I pulled over and turned around.  Then things started to get familiar.  But for a very WRONG reason.  I was near a home I did a party at a few weeks ago.  One that was farther out.  Then it hit me.  Turn right.  Only I would turn left when someone specifically tells me to turn right.  Thankfully, I did make it home.  Thankfully, I didn't get hours out before I realized I was going the wrong way. 

Thankfully I can read a map, just can't follow directions!

This one could be controversial....

Furniture shopping... so much FUN!

The Head Honcho and I have had the same furniture for roughly 15 years.  It has moved cross country and back.  It spent months in storage on both ends of those trips.  It lasted cats (my mom's) and dogs (our own).  It has been beaten by the kids.  Scissors, markers, food, drink and bodily fluids have marked the cushions.  There have been bodies tossed over and onto the backs and sides.  It has been a good 15 years.  But alas, it is time to go.  This stuff is barely suitable for even the kid's basement fun room. 

So we went out on an adventure.  We have been to every local furniture store and I have even researched some not so close stores as well.  We knew just what we wanted.  And then went in store.  And changed our minds.  Then we knew what we wanted.  And again changed our minds.  I knew I didn't like anything with leather.  And that is exactly what we picked. 

We found a nice sectional with leather bottom and microsuede cushions and pillows for a back.  It has a nice leather ottoman with storage and the best piece ever... a circular swivel chair!!! It is big enough for two! And it spins.  Who doesn't want a circle swivel chair?  We have a total and have to call and order it.  But first, we need to repaint the walls.  We need to do that before the stuff gets here.  Of course to paint the living room needs to be clean and empty.  Well, to empty it we need to clean the basement so the furniture can make it's way down there for now.  It seems like a lot of work.  It will be nice to have a nice living room set for us to sit on and enjoy a movie. 

All of the work will be worth it.  But we are taking bets... which kid will be the first to go through the front window after spinning on the swivel chair???

We are the Champions!!!

So Middle Kid and Big Kid had their league tournaments this weekend.  It could get ugly! Two kids, two schedules, Little Kid left hanging out and me again the idiot, wrote the wrong schedule for the weekend.  So Head Honcho was on his own!  Luckily we have some pretty cool friends that can help us out.  We only needed help with the Big Kid on Saturday.  He needed a ride to and from the game and someone there in case he was hurt or awesome.  Luckily his buddy's mom happens to be a pretty cool chic and she filled that role.  She is awesome and cool so I am glad she filled in for me.  Makes me think I may just be as cool as her.  He chose to play awesome (or so she says) so she didn't have to take responsibilty for any hospital bills or co-pays! 

The Head Honcho took care of the other two littles while I worked.  I was busy and ran for 11 hours straight, but I think I had it easy compared to what he had to put up with.  Up to and including entertaining a 3 year old in a college town with nothing more to do than sit and wait for 6 hours! Oh the fun they must have had.

Today was the ideal day.  The boys had a game at 8 am.  Who doesn't dream of getting to a rink at 7:15 on a Sunday?  A Sunday I may add that is raining.  A lot.  And then for funsies, let's park 15 million miles away (ok so not that far, but close... proably 14 million).  They were in the cross-overs.  In hockey lingo that means semifinals.  But we don't like easy to understand terms.  I am not one to be negative, but they had already lost to this team once.  They had little to no chance to win. 

Of course they won!  They were down 2-0 and somehow pulled it out and scored 4 unanswered goals!  Fantastic!! Championships here we come.  Oh but wait...USAHockey rules state you have to have a break...of atleast 4 hours!! So we waited.  A few went home (a 45 minute each way trip, no thank you) a few went to church, the rest of us we ATE!! We went to a breakfast buffet and killed a few hours.  Then it was on like Donkey Kong.

The Championship game was everything it should be.  Edge of your seat excitement.  They scored one on us, we scored one.  End of the first period tied 1-1.  Second period ends 2-2.  As the time winds down a tie looks possible.  Then they score...3-2.  We were down and didn't seem to have enough time to get 2 unanswered goals.  The way this game was going... we could tie.  And we did.  3-3.  OY!! The stress.  Time was winding down again... this time 3 minutes left and Middle Kid was out there.  His linemate JudgeBoy pass his a sweet little pass between the defenses legs.  And Middle Kid shot! And Middle Kid scored!!! I was hugged by JudgeBoy's dad.  People were screaming.  People were cheering.  WE.HAD.THE.LEAD!!! 3 minutes lasted 15 at least.  They held them off.  They could not outlast our guys!!

The obligitory photo shoot ensued.  And of course.  I was not prepared.  No camera.  No battery left in my phone.  Fantastic. 
 
This is the best I got... a little blurry, but those who know who they are looking for...know who they are! This is what celebration looks like! This is what happy children look like.  This...is why I keep taking them back to the rink.  No money can buy those smiles, no money can buy these friendships and no money can buy them the lessons on winning and losing they have learned.
Some of the boys have played together for years, some started this year.  Last year they won this league title but in a lower division.  Keep working hard boys (and girls) you are awesome little players, friends, and kids!  I am glad that Middle Kid got to play with you and know you.  I know he looks forward to many more seasons with smiles like this!

Excuse my hiatus, I am an idiot

I took a brief hiatus from blogging for a simple reason... hockey season... it has been crazy.  Ok so that isn't it, it was due to the fact that I couldn't remeber my password.  Brillant right?  Worse is I not only forgot the password, but I used a different email and couldn't remeber that password to get a new password sent to me.  See the circles I run in? They are small but they are circles. 

I am now planning on blogging everyday, everyother day, as much as I can.  I have so many stories to share.  So many thoughts.  So many well, ramblings... So at the request of my public, my mom...

I AM BACK!!!!

Not always the brightest crayon in the box

Middle Kid, I love you.  I do.  You are not only a great little man, pleasant and polite.  You do your homework, you practice your trumpet.  You help with chores when asked.  You are a great kid.  I do however dread your teen years, I am pretty sure you are going to give me a run for my money. 

But, and this is a big one.  You sometimes, well, how do I put this lightly.  You, are not always the brightest crayon in the box.  Please, take a second, a split second really, to think before you act.  Here is an example from today. 

You just finished your hockey game and you need to remove your skates.  Please just before you decide to remove the snow from the blades think for one second.  A smart person will say...no, the blades are sharp.  That is how I can turn and stop on a dime.  If I were to rub my finger down the blade, I may just cut my finger. 

See where this is going.  Guess what Middle Kid thought was a good idea?  He removed the snow.  And with it, a chunk of skin and lost what appears to be gallons of blood.  Now you want to complain that I shouldn't put anti germ cream on it and bandage it?  Sorry you lost your right to medical decisions when you thought it would be a good idea to rub your finger down the blade of your skate.  That is a rule.

Tomorrow when you get done with your game, let's try to be lime green instead of brown.  Just a thought. Thanks!

Pipi....

Oh how I dread you Pipi... I have had a good year so far...other than snotty girl, I have yet to have any issues in 2011.  Tonight that will end.  I will have to deal with you for 6 hours.  I will have to listen to your stupid comments and dumb stories.  Sometimes what is worse than all of this, is when you are picked on, you laugh and don't realize that you are dumb.  Stop doing drugs, stop drinking, clear you head, there may be a mind in there.

Head injuries...no laughing matter...

Sort of... I mean a few weeks ago, I got a concussion.  It wasn't funny.  At first.  The first week of 'healing' was not funny.  The second week it got to be normal.  But now... maybe four weeks in, it sort of is funny.

Let me set the stage.  I was 'playing' hockey.  I, even though am a fantastic skater, somehow fell.  HARD.  My feet went out first.  I landed on my head.  Right on the back.  I heard people gasp.  I knew it was bad, but got right up and skated off to the side.  I swore up and down, I am fine.  I made it through but was starting to feel, 'off' shall we say.  So I got off the ice.  I was a little confused and felt off.  The head honcho had to pick me up anyways so I told him my situation. 

The next day I was really 'off'.  I was confused by a dental bill.  I am in charge of all of the household fiances and couldn't figure out how much the insurance was going to pay.  It was pretty simple for the Head Honcho to figure out with a phone call and 4 minutes.  I worked at it for roughly 30 minutes.  And still didn't understand.  Still not sure I do.  I thought I would be okay on day one of recovery to work.  I was a mess.  I had to write everything down.  Down to bring table 3 butter!  I would get to the back and forget! 

Over the weeks, things were getting better.  There has been a few mess ups.  I have forgotten things.  But I have finally accepted the fact and can now attribute it to the concussion that I am flighty.  I forget things in the car. Even after looking at it and saying I need to take that in.  I get in and realize it is still on the front seat!  I am pretty sure there may be a gallon of milk in the trunk of my van.  It would be there since Tuesday.  Today is Thursday.  Hopefully I will remeber to check tomorrow.  The good news is it has been cold enough to keep the milk fresh. 

So, while it isn't 'funny' when someone has a head injury, it is a bit humorous as the 'healing' begins.  And when you look back at it.  Well, what you remeber of it.

Snow Days...Just a test...

Snow days are the school districts evil little plan to make all of the parents realize that parenting is a job that requires flexibility.  There is nothing like having a whole day planned, based upon the fact that your child will be gone from say 8 in the morning until 3:13 in the afternoon.  Only to wake up in the morning to find out that mother nature has dumped buckets of snow or sheets of ice down.  Re-arrange your day, plan who will keep little junior so you can work...whatever...thanks school district...

But nothing is worse than the evil Stepmother of the snow day.  That is right...the TWO HOUR DELAY.  First they always come AFTER you have pulled junior out of bed, forced them in the shower, shoved food down their throats, and then...bam... two extra hours that you get to 'enjoy' your child.  Your child that would have happily slept in (as would you) and not asked 600 times in the following 2 hours, "do I HAVE to go to school?" Yes, because even though you see no harm in sitting home, your teachers are still going to teach and you are still going to be expected to learn.  So go get learning!

We were blessed for 2 years of school that the Big Kid was being educated in Southern California.  You know what doesn't exsist in California?  Snow days AND delays.  The kids went to school everyday.  There was no plan b.  There was school.  Monday through Friday, 9-3, 42 weeks of the year.  Of course we had days off, but they were pre-planned, scheduled far in advance, and usually followed the regular holiday calendar.  That was nice.  I enjoy continuity.  A schedule that doesn't revolve around the weather.  That is for me.  As I said, 2 years, no snowdays.  The very first year he was in school in New York, he was introduced to a snow day by November.  I think the conversation went like this.  "Mom, you let me sleep in, I am going to miss my bus.  You are so driving me!"  "No, Big Kid, you have a snow day."  "Yes, I see the snow, but what is a snow day?" "It is a day when the school thinks it is unsafe for you to be out and they ask everyone to stay at home" "Really?  Why didn't they give me these in California?" "Well, brillant child, did you ever see snow in California?" "No, but, I mean, Man, I was really missing out.  I am so glad we moved to New York, I hope everyday is a snow day!" So as you can see snow days really hold a lot of worth to the kids. 

As a Mom, it is just a test.  Can you handle your kids for a day when you weren't counting on it?  Do you have a Plan B?  Are you ready for what the winter has in store?  When Middle Kid was in kindergarten, you know what...he didn't make it to school a whole month for a full day. There were a few half days in there.  Granted the month was February.  That usually holds a week vacation, President's Day and a few other random holidays, but the days that WERE scheduled were all snow days or delays.  It was a crazy month.  I think in First Grade he was upset when February rolled around and he had to go to school.  It too, was just a test. 

Big Kid is funny...who knew?

Who knew under that hoodie and behind that perma-grimace there is a funny kid?  I swear, sometimes he amazes even me!!  So tonight as it snows buckets of big huge snowflakes we were at hockey practice.  We were a few hours early.  (poor timing on my part!)  He retreated to the locker room and I got to work on some business packets. 

After what seemed to be an eternity practice was over and he came out of the locker room to go home.  Now we have been at the rink for 2 1/2 hours.  It was snowing a lot.  Buckets worth.  It had been 2 1/2 hours.  We walked out and the snow was up to our lower shins.  Good thing I wore boots.  Too bad he had on sneakers.  And shorts.  I looked at the van and it was covered.  It was snowing.  A lot.  Did I mention that?  So I did what any smart woman would do.

I unlocked the van, gave him a snowbrush and ran back in to use the restroom.  When I came out he was just finishing up the van.  Good timing, eh?  He was standing at the back of the van and says 'no problem Mom.'  As he sweeps all of the snow off the top of the van at me.  Hmmm a little better than a snowball.  He then held me hostage and laughed.  He wouldn't let me in.  He would fake me out and as I went to get in....smash in the face with snow.  And the laugh.  He was red in the face he was laughing so hard.  At my expense.  He is so my kid.  It is always funny when we pick on others. 

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.  Especially when the tree is 5 feet tall!

New Year's Resolution...Broken....

Well, I made it 2 full days and almost a half day before I broke one of my resolutions...that is longer than some of the others.  No unnecessary spending...18 hours... that one was just written to be broke.  Almost like a race to break it.  Oh well...

The one I broke though some may think would be easy for me to break, I held strong.  I was going to break this habit of mine.  Break it good.  I was going to be nice to EVERYONE.  Yes, even Pipi (there will be later blog posts based on her...for now just know that it is VERY hard to be nice to Pipi).  Even the nasty hockey people that make me want to stab myself in the eye with a rusty butter knife.  I am going to be a nice person.  The type when I die people say, "oh she was such a sweet person".  At this point I am pretty sure if I were to die people would say  Oy, she was so difficult.

So today, Day 3 of my new year, new me.  It started out fine.  I played with Little Kid for a while.  We built a special toy and had a blast.  I went to work... and snap...it was broke.

I knew that the chemistry between myself and another girl was explosive.  Well, although there was no visable fireworks, they were there.  She is a nasty, horrible, better than everyone else girl.  She know all, needs no help and gives no help.  I was nice right back.  I offered her help and requested help as well.  She still wants to play hardball?  Sure, I will throw out the first pitch...

Batter up Beotch...

Little Kid and Learn to Skate...

He is sooo excited... Since the big boys started hockey this season (October) he has been asking 'When do I get to skate?'  He was barely 3 so we said no, not yet.  He has asked the hockey shop man everytime he sees him when he can start.  He has finally wore everyone down.  He has been approved to start tomorrow.  We didn't tell him this...until today.  And.He.Couldn't.Be.Happier.  He has talked about it nonstop.  I am sure he is confused about what he will be doing.  I am sure he thinks he is going out there with a stick and a puck and ready to check.  That is what I am sure he thinks WILL happen.

I don't want to be a Debbie Downer, but I am sure that WON'T happen.  I taught learn to skate years ago.  I know what happens.  Especially on the first day.  There are tears, snot and bruises.  There is not skating.  There is a little standing, a little marching and lots of falling.  But he will get it.

He is very excited about this.  As I said he has talked about it all night.  As I put him to bed tonight (in underwear, no pullup for my big boy hockey player!) he told me to make sure I had all of his equipment ready.  Of course he listed off the equipment he would need.  If knowing the equipment meant being able to skate in it we would be all set.  The best was he asked for a 'tup'.  That is a cup in real words.  Nope, Little kid, you won't need one of those just yet!

I am not sure how we are going to live with another kid skating.  I am not sure how I am going to get my schedule to workout around this.  But  will figure it out.  He wants to try.  We will let him.  Hopefully he will just hate it and never want to do it again.  Hey one can hope.

UPDATE:  So we went to hockey tonight.  We reviewed the rules.  There is no crying, we listen to the coach and we try our hardest.  We have fun and we will learn.  He was well aware of the rules.  He was excited to put his equipment on.  We got a loaner helmet, because even though we have tons of equipment we can't seem to find a helmet.  He was all dressed and ready and here is how it went down.  Stand in line to go out.  Coach #1 comes by and writes his name on the tape on his helmet.  He steps out on the ice.  He stands there.  Shellshocked.  Coach #2 tries to get him to skate to her.  He won't have it.  He stands there.  He does nothing.  Coach #2 pulls his hands.  He falls.  He quickly learns he can crawl very fast on the ice and get to the yellow pucks everyone is using.  He crawled everywhere.  He crawled forward and backward.  They taught the kids to stand.  He did not learn.  He crawled.  He was lifted by his jersey by Coach #1 and pushed (upright however) to the wall.  He stood and held on to the wall.  They all turned and were suppose to skate.  He fell and crawled.  Some kind of miracle happened.  I walked away for 10 minutes and came back to a fully upright child moving.  Not skating.  But he was moving.  I went away for another 10 minutes.  I figured a miracle happened last time I went away.  Who knows.  I came back to a child crawling again and red faced.  He was crying.  He didn't want to do this anymore.  So 5 minutes early he got off the ice.  He came out BEAT red, blubbering crying.  He said that was hard.  I said yes.  He is still crying and I ask was it fun?  He says no!  I said are you going to try again? (secretly hoping he says no) He says Yes! I am going to be the bestest skater ever.  I just love that kid!!!

New Year, New Phones...

So the Head Honcho has been complaining about his prepaid phone.  The Middle Kid has been complaining about his plan phone that is on my parents plan that is falling apart.  It is three (or more) years old so it has held up through three owners...My parents have been debating cancelling their plan and getting a new one. 

So...we took a trip out to get our own phones...a family plan.  We need 4 phones... talk and text are the most important, but internet and all would be nice.  I had seen the one I would like at Wally World for 1/4 of the price online.  So the Head Honcho wanted to start at the Verizon store.  Well, that was the waste of a trip... They never even spoke to  us there.  Not that they were too busy.  Just too busy to sell to us apparently.  There were two salespeople selling to one family.  Two selling to two other families (better customer service) and three 'salesmen' standing at the front counter chatting about their night.  Nice.  We were there for 20 minutes.  We were obviously looking for phones.  Just not so obvious to these guys.  Oh well, their loss.  We walked out.  We will still get our phones, but now we will get them cheaper! Your loss Verizon store!

We went to Wally World since we knew what we wanted for phones at this point (we had plenty of time to compare and contrast) so we may as well save the money too!  First stop...out of stock, but he was willing to call the store in our area to see if they had any.  They had one... the Head Honcho said I could have it and he would get the other one we had looked at.  So we were on our way to stop 3 for 4 phones.

On the way there, the Head Honcho had a BRILLANT idea.  Call the other store that is 20 minutes further away and see if they had 2.  Apparently he didn't like the second choice phone as much!  They did!  Yeah! we will have the SAME phone!  The really good news is that when I have trouble now, he has an idea of what I have done wrong.  And he doesn't have to learn two phones ins and outs.

So we head off to the new number three stop.  A little snafu with the online app that I had already filled out.  A 'quick' call to approve they cancel that app and we were good.  4 new phones, 4 new phone numbers and about 400 phone numbers to 1 reprogram and 2 alert of the new phone number.  That process needs to be completed by Monday.  That is when the old lines are all disconnected. 

Now comes to the fun of programming and setting up the new phones.  The kids, well they have theirs and are responsible for that.  Me...well, it is a good thing I have the Head Honcho and he is a step or two ahead of me.  (BTW he would be done if I didn't have to ask him every two minutes to fix mine!) 

Oh and to add to the fun...new business supplies... That is a project I will conquer tomorrow...or Monday... or...well definately by the end of the week!