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September 2010

If You Give a 14 Year-Old PlayDoh

Nope, you are NEVER too old for PlayDoh! BONUS points if you can, uh, guess which 14 yo is, you know, mine? LINKY LOVE BYTES: Check out the Official Wordless Wednesday HQ Wordless Wednesday on 5 Minutes for Mom Tag, you're it: Wordless Wednesday © 2010 This Full House Blog / This Full House Gone Shopping Read more →

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Home is Where Your Drywall Hangs

We are ALL major Ty Pennington fans (okay, mostly me) so, last night, the kids and I settled in on the couch and watched the premiere episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. The design team surprised the Boys Hope/Girls Hope chapters in Baltimore -- you can watch it here, if you, you know, feel like having your heart squished. "You crying already, Mom?" Not even five minutes into the show, man, and I was reaching for the Kleenex.Then, Ty let the families know that Girls (and Boys) Hope will be getting full four-year college scholarships (including room, books and board)... Read more →

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So, This Housewife Answers the Door
(Dude, stop me if you've already heard this one!)

I know, I know, I said it...housewife...it's a bad word...however, rather than get into a debate on whether stay-at-home mom is any better (honestly, I really don't give two bon-bons about labels) say what you want, just, don't call me desperate. Unless, we're all out of coffee AND milk [shiver] or, the microwave explodes AND takes the toaster with it. What? It can happen, trust me. Aaaaanyway, I work from home...BAH!...there I go again...okay, so, like do working moms stop working, you know, once they get home from work? Color me confused (preferably, in a soft and slightly muted tone,... Read more →

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Parenting Tip #3,100,188:
Don't Worry, They're Wrong
It Does NOT Get Any Easier!

I worry about my children. What? You, too!?!? Oh, thank goodness, because I thought parents of preschoolers were the only ones allowed to, you know, NOT know what they are doing. You see, once I became a parent (i.e. someone's mother, not apparent, like in an easily noticed sort of way) I was told (by other parents) when my children hit kindergarten (i.e. started school full-time, not hit, like in a smack with a hammer sort of way) that my job was, you know, DONE! And I believed them. After all, having raised 4 babies, to toddlerhood (yes, it's a... Read more →

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Saving Second Base
(A Breast Cancer eCookbook)
Because Nice Matters, Cancer Ssaćs!

Growing up, Barbara and I had a lot in common. She spoke Polish, I spoke Hungarian (close enough!) we graduated high school in 1982 and, sadly, lost touch since then. Until...Facebook, when my laptop pinged that another high school buddy wanted to chat. "Did you hear one of our schoolmates died?" No, but I was pretty sure that he WAS mistaken. Had to be. Because, in my mind, I'm still 18 and, well, we're not THAT old, are we? Then again, we aren't born with any guarantees (DAMMIT!) or "date of expiration" stamps, either (thank goodness) and, well, my own... Read more →

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Don't Knock Knock It, If you Haven't Washed and Dried It!

Kids. They WILL say the funniest things and, more often than not, parents ARE their main source of entertainment. Knock knock. Who's there? Repeat. Repeat who? Who. Who. Who. Who. Who. Who. Who. Aaaaand, well, you get it, right? Knock knock. Who's there? Kanga. Kanga Who? No. Kanga ROO! Oh, we pretend laugh (or, not) and act like, you know, we've never, EVER heard that one, before. Knock knock. Who's there? Cows. Cows who? No. Cows go MOO! [heavy sigh] Happiness is...your family. They're the people you love. Then, they learn how to write and, well, all that pretend laughing... Read more →

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Bringing the Dumb

Would you believe, I was a REAL "Boy, she has it ALL together" type mom? Once. YES, I WAS, DAMMIT! You wouldn't know it now [blows bangs out of eyes] but, I even used to bake my kids homemade birthday cakes. "That was the doctor's office." Now, they consider themselves very lucky if I remember their birthdays...at all. "She says we are WAY over due on our well visits." I was supposed to take them in August. It's STILL September, right? "Fine." So, I added, "call pediatrician," to the monstrosity that is my to-do list; nevermind, try to find an... Read more →

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