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February 2011

You Say Joisey, I Say What?!?

Because, I am all about making blogging fun again (shuddup!) my friend NYCPatty posted an Accent Vlog and, well, dang if I can't hear it (her accent, I mean) because we live from across the river (or, the rivuh) from each other, I guess. I know, I know, vlogging's not my thing, either. Still, it's better than another post about mommybloggers going rogue or, the friggin' weather (here, in Jersey) right? [cue the crickets] Riiiiiight. Here's mine: Okay, what'dya think; hear anything? [someone please shut those crickets up, already] Fiiiiiiiiiine. Fughettaboutit! Want to play along? If you want to follow... Read more →

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Parenting Tip #43,100,688:
Don't Have a Helmet, Get One!

Besides, the fact that we are perhaps the only family, with four kids, and the youngest nearly in double-digits, who has never been to Disney World (meanies that we are) a lot of people seem to be surprised when they learn that my kids can't ride bikes, either. Without training wheels, I mean. I don't know why, really, I guess my kids just never really got into them and then scooters were a big thing, so, there's that. "I want to learn how to ride a bike!" My youngest, however, wants to learn how to do everything -- especially, if... Read more →

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You Say Bribery, I Say Schmibery
Either Way, It's All UPPERCASE To THEM!

My youngest loves to make lists; this one from the day after New Year's, when my husband came down with another mancold. Living in a houseful of girls, who insist that shoving stuff into corners and hiding dirty clothes under the bed is, you know, cleaning, I sometimes forget that we have a son. I don't mean, like, I forget to pick him up from school (which is a good thing, seeing as my kids go to four different schools) or, that he's not listed on our tax forms, or anything. It's just that, you know, boys are different. Although,... Read more →

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And You Thought Soccer Moms Where Bad

My husband, Garth (not his real name) and I were thrilled to learn that our son joined the middle school wrestling team for a couple of reasons: He's got 3 sisters It gets him out of the house and away from me and his 3 sisters (okay, mostly me!) He's been a big WWE fan since the 4th grade (I think!) No tryouts (i.e. everyone makes the team!) Refer to first two bullets, above Watching some other kid try and kick the living Axe out of my son, not so much. "Isn't that your son?" [cringe] "I'm not sure." Because,... Read more →

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Parenting Tip #93,018,833:
Perfect Hindsight is 20-20
Give or Take a Lifetime

PhotoCredit: HeatherrMarie I have been accused of being an emotional person upon occasion, or twenty (I know, act surprised anyway, okay?) which means that I absolutely suck at Texas Hold 'Em. [eyes go wide, hands begin to shake, sweat beads form on upper lip] I'm ALL in, before all the cards are dealt, even. "CALL!" Which, of course, also means that I cannot fake my way through a situation, even if my insurance rates depended on it. "Why no, officer [hands being to shake] I didn't realize [sweat beads forming on upper lip] that my taillight was [GAH!!!!] yes, yes,... Read more →

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Feeling Squirrel-y?

I have issues (don't we all?) and, if you were to ask me to list, oh, I dunno, at least 5 of them, off the top of my head, they would be as follows: Dirty dishes in the sink: especially, when the dishwasher is dirty. Drives me nucking futz, to the point where even my neighbors know when, "THE DISHWASHER IS DIRTY...DAMMIT! Silent treatments: are like nails ripping into chalkboard (you're welcome!) the absolute worst form of torture, right? Wet towels on the floor: especially, when the washer is empty (see dirty dishes, above.) Doofus-Dog on the couch: makes me... Read more →

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Breaking Bread

My 15 yo ripped into this piece of bread, right after the following conversation, and, well, it's a sign, I tell ya'! Soup. Bread. Growing up, these were the staples in my mother's pantry. Today, at our house, they remain at the top of the food pyramid (yes, soup is a food group, dangit!) as a meal I am absolutely confident ALL four of my kids will eat, on purpose. "What's for dinner?" [heavy sigh] "I DON'T KNOW!!!" Yes, I know, I'm using uppercase (AGAIN!) understand, that I've probably answered the question, three times, already and, well, judging by my... Read more →

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