Crappity!!!

Crappity, crap, crap, crap!!!! I just heard Momma on the phone making an appointment to take me in to be shaved tomorrow!!! I need a place to hide!!!

~Kiara

Trouble Tuesday

Kiara heer: I fink I may be in trouble. Not the I-did-somfing-bad kind, but the I-have-tons-of-knots-in-my-fur kind. I've had knots a'fore, and Momma could cut them herself. I didn't like it, and Daddy has to help hold me. Well, since we've mooved, the knots have gotten a squillion times worse!!! Basically, both of my sides are one ginormus knot. Momma and Daddy are talking about taking me in to get my fur shaved off!! EEEKKKK!!! I's not sure how I'll feel about this. Momma doesn't WANT to do it, but knows that the knots are only gonna get worse and most likely start to hurt. Any suggestions furiends??

Heer are sum random pics...Enjoy!!

In our "safe place" after the movers left.

"Hiding" frum the moovers.

(They are NEVER this close without fighting! Momma)

Taking turns looking owtside at the new place.

Momma, Rachael, Aunt Jen, and Niece Hannah.

Rachael and Hannah....wonder who we cheer for???

We're HEEERRRREEE!!!!

Well....after 25 hours in the car, four days driving, 3 different hotels, and 3 nights at Grammies...we are FINALLY in Albuquerque!! We's getting all settled in and checkin' owt all the new hiding places in owr new place. Will try to post more soon. Gotta go help Momma unpack now!

We STILL Remember ~ Sean Patrick Tallon

Note: This wuz originally posted 9/11/2006....we wanted to repost it. We'll never forget!



When aircraft crashed into the World Trade Center's twin towers, it was New York City's Bravest that did what they did best - head directly in to danger, in order to save lives. Firefighters, paramedics, and EMTs - side by side - as was the case so many times before.

Together with members of that city's Finest, they made their way to the heart of the tragedy. Grabbing their gear, the firefighters began rushing into the gigantic structures to assist with their safe evacuation, while the paramedics and EMTs began tending to the injured below.

It was while doing those jobs - in the kind of rescue that they had performed so well, so many times - that their lives were taken from us. (Taken from here)

Sean Patrick "Charger" Tallon was one of those such men. At 26, he had only a month or so left of being a "probie" (a probationary firefighter). Sean was one of the first responders, along with the other members of Ten House. Their station was right across the street from the World Trade Center. On the way up the stairs of Tower One, Sean helped a fellow firefighter that was having a heart attack, then he continued up with two more of his fellow firemen. They were trapped when Tower One collapsed.

Sean led an active and varied life. He was a Marine Corps Reservist. He also loved Irish music and playing the button accordion. He would practice for an hour or more on many evenings. The steady, easy flow of sweet hornpipes, tasty reels, and lively jigs would fill the house.

This is part of a song that was written for Sean, and was played at his funeral:

"Up the stairs boys, running to the top

Without a thought to slow or stop

Upstairs boys on 9/11 and they kept on going

to the gates of Heaven.

With the men of Ten House was Sean Tallon...

Although he wasn't the first, he wasn't the last...

With love of God and Country he never thought he could

see such acts of hate...

As we remember our Charger and the others

and shed a mournful tear for all his fallen brothers,

Although we didn't know them all,

we knew them well enough to know what they were made of...

And that was hero stuff.

written by Dereen and Marian Griffin

Sean left behind his parents, grandparents, sister and brother-in-law, and extended family in the United States, England, and Ireland, along with many friends. He is greatly missed by all.

May you rest in peace Sean Patrick Tallon. I would like to offer up this blessing:

Traditional Irish Blessing

May the road rise to meet you,

May the wind always be at your back,

The sun shine warm upon your face,

The rain fall soft upon your fields,

And until we meet again,

May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

Thank you for all that you and your brothers do and have sacrificed for all of us! You and yours will be in my prayers. ~Rebecca Buchenot Sain

Check out these cool links (not sure if they're still avail):

2,996 Memorial List ~List of ALL the blog memorials!

Ten House Homepage~ They have an AWSOME site!!

Fire Store ~ Cool Stuff!

Werdless Wednesday