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November 2010

Yes, But In OUR House
We Just Celebrate "Blech Friday!"

Door busters, early bird specials, late night bonus savings, midnight madness, please take a number, stand in this line, DON'T MOVE, because, we may or may not call you within the next six hours (or, twenty) HOLY HANNAH MONTANA, is it me, or did shopping just get REAL HARD, or something?!? I know. The thrill of the sale. Never EVER pay full price, if you don't have to. I get that. In fact, some of my best friends plan AND manage to get ALL of their holiday shopping done, every year, in one blessed day, DAMMIT! Just, not me. Nope, I'm THAT annoying lady, digging in her shoulder bag with one hand, flipping through the sale flier with the other, swearing up and down that she JUST had the stupid CVS coupon in her hand, a minute ago, AND she's standing RIGHT in front of you, too, DAMMIT! Yep, I... Read more →

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How Many Geico Commercials DOES it Take to Push ME Over the Edge?

Having spent the last few days recuperating from surgery (crankcase overhaul, overall, was successfully, THANKS!) only to be rushed back to the doctor's office with perhaps the worst bronchial infection, ever (SURPRISE!!!) THEN having to re-recuperate, while under the influence of prednisone (i.e. synonym for CRAZY) well, the last few days HAVE been an enlightening experience. For example, stuff I learned while under the influence of prednisone: The definition of ironic: electing to go through total crankcase overhaul to aleve wicked pre-pre-menopausal symptoms (you're welcome!) and then being prescribed prednisone, which then induces hot flashes and cold sweats. Go figure, since my husband, Garth (not his real name) has referred to me in the past as his, "salty wench." To which, much to the HORROR of my children, I began singing, "Pour some Mustard on Me!" during dinner, yesterday. To which, Garth (not his real name) started hiding the sharp... Read more →

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7 Years of a Mom Blog Series:
Minor Distractions - Part II

I'm heading into the hospital...erm...having my engine steam cleaned, later this week and meeting with my Gynecol...MECHANIC!...to discuss biopsy...I mean...PERFORMANCE EFFICIENCY DIAGNOSTICS...but, I'll find out more about that, later. [UPDATE: Diagnostics came back negative and that is SUCH A GOOD THING, REALLY! So, putting my chasis into the shop for fine tuning was a GO for this Wednesday!!!] What? Yeah. I'm old. Still. Trust me when I tell you...it's NOT the years honey...it's the mileage...and I've got something REAL special, just for you (yes, YOU!) while I'm gone. [reaches deep into pockets] WAIT! Don't go, I promise, it's nothing tooooo graphic or gross (this time) but, kind of, sort of fun actually. You see, my oldest was reading this year's birthday post (7th one I've written, as a matter of fact) and she dug up some old...VINTAGE!...blog posts from way back in 2003. You know, when social media meant you... Read more →

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7 Years of a Mom Blog Series:
I Can't Sleep

I'm heading into the hospital...erm...having my engine steam cleaned, later this week and meeting with my Gynecol...MECHANIC!...to discuss biopsy...I mean...PERFORMANCE EFFICIENCY DIAGNOSTICS...but, I'll find out more about that, later. [UPDATE: Diagnostics came back negative and that is SUCH A GOOD THING, REALLY! So, putting my chasis into the shop for fine tuning is a GO for today!!!] What? Yeah. I'm old. Still. Trust me when I tell you...it's NOT the years honey...it's the mileage...and I've got something REAL special, just for you (yes, YOU!) while I'm gone. [reaches deep into pockets] WAIT! Don't go, I promise, it's nothing tooooo graphic or gross (this time) but, kind of, sort of fun actually. You see, my oldest was reading this year's birthday post (7th one I've written, as a matter of fact) and she dug up some old...VINTAGE!...blog posts from way back in 2003. You know, when social media meant you were... Read more →

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7 Years of a Mom Blog:
I Had a Dream

I'm heading into the hospital...erm...having my engine steam cleaned, later this week and meeting with my Gynecol...MECHANIC!...to discuss biopsy...I mean...PERFORMANCE EFFICIENCY DIAGNOSTICS...but, I'll find out more about that, later today. [11/16: UPDATED TO ADD: Diagnostics came back negative and that is SUCH A GOOD THING, REALLY! So, putting my chasis into the shop for fine tuning is a GO for this Wednesday!!!] What? Yeah. I'm old. Still. Trust me when I tell you...it's NOT the years honey...it's the mileage...and I've got something REAL special, just for you (yes, YOU!) while I'm gone. [reaches deep into pockets] WAIT! Don't go, I promise, it's nothing tooooo graphic or gross (this time) but, kind of, sort of fun actually. You see, my oldest was reading this year's birthday post (7th one I've written, as a matter of fact) and she dug up some old...VINTAGE!...blog posts from way back in 2003. You know, when... Read more →

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Aaaand a Very Happy Motherversary to Me, My Friend!

Happy 17th Birthday, Holly! I remember the first time I saw your round little face. I stroked your tiny fingers, one by one, tracing a path along your elbow, then across the funny little folds in your neck and finally found my way up to the most perfect pair of lips I had ever seen. I tickled you. You wrinkled your nose. I noticed your dimple (only one, it's still there, on your left cheek) and then I fell in love with the idea of holding you...my...baby...girl...forever and ever. I never imagined, all those hours, days, weeks, months, years ago, that you would grow up and, well, look at you now. But, now, I can't help and wonder, STILL. Did I hold you enough? Maybe I should have let you climb the monkey bars, higher? Did I not feed you enough vegetables? Maybe I should have let you stay in... Read more →

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