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July 2007

BlogHer, hug her and make her feel creepy...

Yes, I'm back - albeit, a little tired and missing a few more brain cells than usual - and you'll have to excuse the mess. This is the first time I've sat down in days - seriously, first thing I did was get back from BlogHer, sleep for 4 hours and then take the kids to Six Flags, because I was away from home...FOR FOUR DAYS...alone, and without them, and the summer's almost over, and they, you know, haven't had ANY fun, yet - and I still haven't unpacked, blogged or, anything. Family comes first, yes? My BIL is visiting from California (yes, they tagged along with us, yesterday and are just as tired) so, we're heading into NYC...TOMORROW...to visit some of our favorite museums. Great, more walking - the one thing I did NOT think I'd get to do a lot of at BlogHer '07 and nearly killed me... Read more →

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Summer Vacation: Life is too short, eat dessert first and don't forget your period pants! - Day 36

My sister-in-law flew in from Arizona - and boy, are her arms...uh, never mind - she's moved into Casa de Mucho Hormonal, already and is staying with us for while, anyway. So, in my infinite wisdom, I thought it would be an absolutely fan-TAS-tic idea to surprise her parents (a.k.a. the inlaws) on our way home from the farmer's market. "Atwhay ouldshay eway ingbray?" Huh? "Orfay essertday!?!" Well, it finally happened - I thought - I've finally gone and lost my mind and could NOT understand a word she was saying, or they're just plain talking crazy, in Arizona! "DESSERT...what should we bring, for dessert!?!" The last time I saw four children scatter, so fast, in opposite directions, was...um...did I mention how much I hate taking kids food shopping!?! "There's a reason why I didn't want them to hear, oh and DUH!" Okay, but I am a DORK and have... Read more →

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Blog Me 2007 - Who the heck are you?

In less than a week, I am about to embark on one of the greatest adventures of my life - since becoming a mom, anyway - and I'm excited to be able to attend this year's BlogHer Conference in Chicago, where I hope to have the pleasure of finally getting together with some of the bloggiest...mommies...I've been reading...for a long time...and who I am dying to meet...face-to-face! They've allowed me to escape into a private little world - though, quite undeservedly named and rather unpleasant to the ear - blogging has simply become a refuge from, you know, the average, every day, same old-same old. [breaths in deep] No need to get dressed, or put on airs with me - what you see is what you get - you don't even need to bother brushing your teeth, if you don't want to! Heaven knows, I don't and look forward to... Read more →

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Summer Vacation: Hump Day Diddy Dumbs - And she's climbing a stairway to 7 minutes in heaven - Day 30

Though, I don't know if I believe in angels, I am pretty sure there's a special place - especially, reserved for tired and wigged-out old mommies and daddies, like us - and perhaps most parents would agree. After years of raising kids and killer dust bunnies, it's sort of, you know, hard to find the magic. [wink, wink] You know what I'm saying? [nudge, nudge] Say no more. Are they gone, yet? Okay - we don't want to scare the straights, or anything - but, here's the thing, my husband and I are coming up on our 17th wedding anniversary (next month) and, I have to say, intimacy isn't an issue and there are times when we're both surprised at how, you know, enthusiastic we can get. Timing, however, has NEVER been on our side and - having four rugrats running up and down our nerves, all day - we've... Read more →

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Summer Vacation: As nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs - Day 28

Thing Two had her 11-year-well-visit, today - okay, so we're 6 months late, again - and I guess the main reason we've been putting it off so long is... [shivers] I absolutely HATE needles. [burps in mouth, a little] . Always have, always will. Taking my kids for their shots is never easy and I think most parents would tend to agree with me on this point (no pun intended) but, insisting that they go through something as traumatic and unpleasant as, GULP, getting a shot in the arm with a very sharp object...well, it's painful! Taking care of sick parents...sucks wet poodle. Last week, I called my folks and offered to take my father for the second round of his pain management shots and I swear, you could hear a pin drop. Hello? "Uh...no...um...nuh-uh...that's okay, you don't have to come...really...we'll be fine." It's not that they didn't want me... Read more →

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Summer Vacation: On bad luck, superstition and being scared half to death, twice - Day 25

[...exercising a vested interest in spawning fear since 1993] Having been raised in a very superstitious household - where spilled salt and broken mirrors were considered unfavorable signs of bad things to come - and being a very clumsy child, I was a cause of deep concern for my family and often times found myself the subject to one of my grandmother's homemade remedies, or lucky charms. Did they work? Depends on who you ask - especially, whenever things finally went right - my grandmother swears it did and growing up, I was scared to death that lightening would strike and somehow I would be blamed. And then, it did - twice - and now, I've got both my husband and poor mother-in-law scared to death! You see, she reads my blog - hi mom, how's it hanging? - and my husband is simply horrified by the fact that I... Read more →

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Summer Vacation: The last woman to call me a girl, totally rocks my Grape Nuts- Day 23

It's 10 p.m. - do you know where your children are?!? [shakes head in disgust] In bed, hopefully - unlike mine, who are STILL awake! - but, it's been a stormy night and the hubs is holed up at work, because, apparently, lightening struck and fried the bank. [blank stare] Seriously, the tubes in the drive-thru were flying in and out of the tube-flinging thing and all h...e...double hockey sticks broke out and the kids won't go to sleep, unless I provide them proof that their father is indeed alive and well and not looking like a crispy critter. Silence. In other news, we spent a lovely day with my good friend, Kate and barely made it home, our ownselves - STUPID STORM! - seriously, at one point, the rain and lightning got so bad, it made Little Man cry: "I'm too young to fry!!!" Thankfully, when it got really... Read more →

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