No, Santa didn't bring her a camera (sheesh, I'm still waiting for mine!) however, this IS what happens, when your kids are home for the holidays and you, however...you know...are NOT (stupid work!) and one of them just happens to find the one and only camera in the house and, you know, it was just sitting there...on your desk. It's some sort of soup, I think. GAAAAAAAAAH!!!! Let there be peace...a lot! You know, mom's gonna kill you for using her camera, without asking, right? No, she isn't, 'cawse she thinks I'm cute [insert 1st picture, here] John Cena, I... Read more →

Happy Fourteenth Birthday, Heather! Today, you are fourteen and, well, like I told your sister Holly (in her birthday letter, last month) Holy Hannah Montana, the years are just flying by. No matter how hard I try to deny the fact that my two oldest girls are getting older (me too, DAMMIT!) time insists on slipping through my fingers, burrowing deeper into my chest and squeezing away a little piece of my heart, each year. Remember yesterday, when everyone left us alone at the breakfast table and you and I talked about when you were little. How you cried a... Read more →

Wake me up when New Year's ends! Check out the Official Wordless Wednesday HQ Tag, you're it: Wordless Wednesday © 2009 This Full House - All Rights Reserved. Read more →

This is part of a writing challenge at {W}rite-Of-Passage, a community of bloggers who are looking to get back to the writing part of blogging and brainchild of my friend, Mrs. Flinger. Today’s challenge was Write about the Christmas Gift you remember the most. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Like most of the kids in our neighborhood, my twin brother and I eagerly counted down the days until Christmas, by doing our homework, eating our all of our vegetables and cleaning our rooms, without being asked, in a desperate attempt to earn extra points with Santa Claus. However, we were perhaps the only family... Read more →

No, I'm not pregnant [knocking on wood until knuckles bleed] but, I have to admit, now that my kids are getting older, this trailer makes me wish a few of their baby years, back (sort of) without ALL the farm animals, I mean. I just think the visuals are stunning and very happy to see that the language of babies is STILL, you know, universal...not to mention, that this post has absolutely NOTHING to do about Christmas. You're welcome!!! © 2009 This Full House - All Rights Reserved. Read more →

My husband, Garth [not his real name] and I attended his company's holiday party, last weekend and -- although, this is our 21st Christmas -- it's been a long time since we've attended a company party, together. "Should we valet-it, tonight?" We had no choice (no self-parking allowed) seriously, the banquet center is in a real swanky part of the county (I could very nearly spit to Bon Jovi's and Springsteen's house) but, everyone was allowed to bring a guest. "I don't believe you've met my wife..." Actually, we both knew only a handful of folks and there were, like,... Read more →

This is part of a writing challenge at {W}rite-Of-Passage, a community of bloggers who are looking to get back to the writing part of blogging and brainchild of my friend, Mrs. Flinger. Today’s challenge was to take 15 minutes and write about your elementary school lunch. ------------------------------------------------------------------- It was 1946 and Hungary, as nearly all of Europe, was devastated by World War II, including the small hamlet where my mother attended kindergarten. My mother's earliest childhood memory, one of a very few that she will even speak of, is the day the Americans shipped a case of peanut butter to... Read more →