Previous month:
October 2006
Next month:
December 2006

November 2006

Picture Perfect Thursday - Hand In Hand

Although we were only two-years-old at the time, my brother insists that he remembers our first trip to Hungary and especially this picture of us taken while playing tag in Hero's Square. We passed it around at Thanksgiving and my kids couldn't stop giggling at "Uncle Bud's funny-looking suit," and "Mommy's goofy shoes." No, I didn't crop it on purpose - though, scanning it to fit worked out nicely - it's a picture of a picture and...well...my sister-in-law's the computer whiz, not me! She's working on a scrapbook for my brother - don't worry, he doesn't read my blog and I don't think I ruined any sort of surprise - and did wonders with this really worn (okay, it's not that old) photo of us. I wish you could see it. It looks practically brand new and as if it were only taken...well...way less than 40 years ago, anyways. A... Read more →

© This Full House 2003-2019. All rights reserved.

On the sixth day after Thanksgiving, my true love gave to me…

...seven loads of neatly folded laundry! [crickets chirping] Hey, after sixteen years of marriage...four kids...not to mention one hell of a dirty house...and add to that a totally erotic and rockin' dream...that included him...even after watching him, last night...he should consider himself lucky, no? Happy Hump Day - here's hoping ya'll get lucky, today! Read more →

© This Full House 2003-2019. All rights reserved.

God rest y’e merry gentlemoms…

...else life gets in your way - gather your blogging fodder and tell us about your day!?! Forgive me for not being a very good writer - and an even worse blogger, lately - but, you know...if you've been blogging as long as I have (over three years, now) and especially if you're a mommyblogger (read: got kids?) well, then you know how difficult life is...to put into words. How it's easy to get caught up in all the hype and sometimes feel like you have to be somewhere, are forgetting someone or should be doing something...else. Like me. No, I don't have an especially difficult life (knock on wood) and - although, my friends would probably agree I CAN be very forgetful - I don't think that I am anything special or any different from any other mother who's trying to keep her shit together. Sorry, mom! But, I... Read more →

© This Full House 2003-2019. All rights reserved.

How about a little more Halloween, to go with your Thanksgiving?!?

Hey...YOU!...yeah, you...Thanksgiving is only four days away...three, if you're sitting here and blogging...when you should be scrubbing tiles, herding killer dust bunnies, hiding the laundry and preparing for a houseful of company...like, my mother-in-law is gonna look under the beds...although, it is kind of hard to NOT notice all the dust...who can blame me, though...raising four kids...two cats...and one garbage-picking, sock-eating, bone-headed chocolate lab...who...by the way...will jump on my mother...and probably break her new knees...but, where can I put a 90 pound dog...that isn't already hiding laundry...and what the hell is that smell, anyways...GAH!...now I'm sounding like an Ellen Degeneres commercial...[ohm]...be the ball...you CAN do this...WE can do this...get through the holidays in one piece and with most of our sanity...intact. [blank stare] Or, not! [crosses eyes and sticks out tongue] If my mother, punched your mother, in the nose, what color blood came out? "Don't even think about it...or,... Read more →

© This Full House 2003-2019. All rights reserved.

I don’t think early Native Americans even ate salty corn chips or spoke like Scooby Doo, did they!?!

Today was "Native American Indian Day" and - as it is one of the many highlights in every kindgartener's year - I was very pleased to be able to join in the pre-Thanksgiving festivities at my two youngests' school. Mini-Me was apart of the "purple tribe" (her favorite color, btw!) and I was supposed to man (or woman) the "cranberry station" but, was bumped (along with another mom) to the "snack station." Easy, yes? I've dealt with hungry...sweaty...tired...over-stimulted and often times cranky children, before - I thought dolling out the apple juice and corn chips a bit of a cushy job, actually. So did my fellow-mommy-helper. Heck, we had a system - I handled the juice, while she took over plating up the corn chips - and the first two tribes (out of ten, I think) weren't even that hungry. So, we did what most mother's do - a little... Read more →

© This Full House 2003-2019. All rights reserved.

Hump Day Diddy Dumbs: Pomegranites, it’s what’s for dinner!

I have a confession to make - ready? - here it goes: I HATE GROCERY SHOPPING!!! I'd much rather push an old-fashioned reel (no gas) lawn mower through a field of sticky balls than have to spend half the day in a supermarket. Grocery shopping - besides doing laundry and prenatal/postpartum hemorrhoids - has to be the worst pains-in-the-ass there is. For a mom (or, dad) food shopping sucks and anyone who tells you different is either lying, doesn't have kids or just nucking futs! Why? When was the last time you went food shopping and - after two hours of standing, being bumped, poked and asked to move, having to excuse yourself, or reach things other people can't and blowing more than two-thirds of your budget...on cereal, cleaning products, laundry detergent, toilet paper, pet food and water...alone - left the store feeling all warm and fuzzy...as if you could... Read more →

© This Full House 2003-2019. All rights reserved.

Star Wars, Living Lego-less & Versing Mini-Me

In the neverending search for peace and tranquility - not to mention the cutting down of as much whining as possible - in our little corner of the empire, I have allowed my seven-year-old son to host his first sleep-over Friday, inviting his best friend from school for what promises to be a night filled with much yelling (man, boys are LOUD!) stomping and jumping on furniture, as the two boys make a valiant effort to battle hostile forces from the dark side. My three girls. Look, it's not like I can't say as I blame them - the boys, I mean - after all, being born female...and raising three girls of my own...trust me when I say that...girls are harder than boys! I'm not saying raising boys is easy - remember...I have one of those, too! - they're just...different. For example: "Five minute warning - we are going to... Read more →

© This Full House 2003-2019. All rights reserved.