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Our Forever Beach


I was born in a bay town, caressed each of my children, for the first time, in a room overlooking the banks of a river and raised them in a shore town, within viewing distance of the Hudson River.


Where the ocean touches the earth, plays hide-and-go-seek with the light and the sunshine is treasured above all else. 


Not to mention, the slightly tangy sting of the fresh salty air.  It's in their blood.


Their father has been coming to this same beach since he was a child.  It's where we spent our first days as man and wife and introduced each of our babies to the soft, gentle waves of Cape Cod Bay.


Songs have been written for less and, sadly, moments like these are becoming far and few in between.


But, NOT this day.  The shades of soft purples, dark blues and warm golds are still very fresh in our minds.


For, no matter where life takes us, (because, tomorrow comes a lot faster than you think) we will always have THIS day, as far and few in between as it IS, on OUR beach, together, for which I will be FOREVER thankful.

As I live and breath, I love you, Garth (not his real name) thank for THIS and much, much more!

© 2003 - 2011 This Full House

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Roadside Assistance For Teens

I usually don't write about this sort of stuff, here (because, zombies are so much more in line with my parenting philosophy, you know?)

Aaaaaaanyway, I recently had the opportunity to share information about a great new service on my shopping blog.

It's been 6 weeks since Holly got her driver's license and -- although, I have to admit, I'm getting REAL used to her running last-minute-type errands -- I'm worrying MORE about my baby girl than ever before!

So, when the Allstate folks approached me about their pay ONLY when you need it roadside assistance program, I thought it was a GREAT plan -- most especially, if you have new drivers in the house, like we do!

Because, upon reading my blog post, Heather (she's my middle girl and is my self-imposed grammar corrector) was kind enough to remind me that she is turning 16 at the end of this year and will be eligible for her driver's license, next year!


Sooooooo, YES, I believe it is very important to introduce teens to the basic fundamentals of taking care of a car, as well as an emergency back-up plan, seeing as they will be sharing the same car...mine!!!

I really hope you check it out and thank you for your time.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to pick up a couple of job applications, because, New Jersey car insurance rates...DAYUM...or, maybe I'll just get Holly to do it, right?!?

© 2003 - 2011 This Full House

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Don't Have a Zombie Name for BlogHer?
Go Ahead and Get One (I'll Wait!)


One of the things I'm looking forward to the most about attending the BlogHer Conference, next week (besides, enjoying the company of online friends and meeting up with co-writers, some for the very first time, not to mention, the whole, yah, San Diego is GORGEOUS thing, of course!) is attending the Old School Blogging session.

Not only are 2 of my most favorite people in the whole wide web, Jenn and BusyMom, speaking (Melisa and I have reserved the front row, just so you know) seeing as I will also be celebrating my 8th Blogiversary, in September, I feel as if we are INDEED kindred spirits.

(AM SO!)

I am also honored to be able to call them out as very dear friends, IRL, too (yes, they know about it!)

Why?  Is that weird?  It's not meant to be, really. 

We've shared the ups, downs and somewhere in-betweens of blogging, while under the influence of children, for 8 years, now (not an easy feat, by the by) and each of us has, quite literally, watched our kids grow up, online.

Because, contrary to all the reports about blogging being passé, or very nearly dead (at best) there are some things that don't translate well on Facebook, or Twitter.

So, at the risk of sounding all mushy (I know, E., too late!) I thought it would be fun to wear my new Zombie Name Tag proudly at BlogHer, this year:

Zombie Name Generator

Seeing as I'll be very surely, nearly dead, by this time, next week, anyway, preparing for a 6 hour plane ride and all (Dramamine is my co-pilot!)

Either way, if you are a blogging newbie, or a first-timer to this particular conference circuit, as a 5 time attendee, my best advice (unsolicited as it may be) can be summed up in 3 simple bullets: 

  • Do NOT sweat it, my friend (we are ALL as nervous, as you are, I promise)
  • Blogging is most assuredly alive and STILL kicking creative ass (see blogroll above)
  • There is plenty of room for everyone (even dorks, like me)

Just don't make me have to bite you, okay?

© 2003 - 2011 This Full House

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Feeling Hot, HOt, HOT!

Seems like only yesterday, we were ALL complaining about the cold, or the cataclysmic aftermath of Snowpocalpyse 2011 and our not being able to get to CVS, before running out of milk and/or coffee, am I right?!?

[sound of crickets, chirping]


Africa Hot

Welcome to Humidaggedon 2011, my friends, where makeup and the use of combustible hair products is optional (albiet, ill-advised) because, MEH, why bother, right?

Breathing is hard enough.

In fact, it's going to be Africa-hot, for the next few days (here in Jersey, anyway) and, well, looks as if my husband, Garth (not his real name) picked a really great weekend to start his summer vacation.

The pool needs cleaning.

No, seriously, we don't have any concrete plans, the pool really does need a good cleaning and the irony of my going away, to attend BlogHer, the following week (of course roundtrip SHEESH!) is lost on no one...most especially, my kids.

"Why can't we just go with you, Moooooooooooooom?"

Speaking of concrete:

Humidmaggedon Project
Because, I am ALL about having fun and, besides, the kids were SO BORED (how bored were they?)

"Hey, you guys, grab a couple of eggs and meet me outside!"

Hope and Glen each grabbed an egg from the fridge, without question!

 [sound of crickets, spontaneously-combusting]

Okay, so our little Humidaggedon Project was a total fail.  Still.  Trust me when I tell you 37 seconds was about all we could stand, outside, before their sneakers fused to the sidewalk, or worrying about mommy's hair spontaneously-combusting, too.

Until, the sun goes down and the pool gets cleaned...or not...because, at this point, a little bit of green water isn't going to hurt anybody [cough, cough] and I'm just too gosh-darned hot (and tired) to argue.

Outdoor exposure should be limited, don't you know?

"Let's see who could swim to that patch of algae, the fastest, ready?!?"

Man, but these kids are going to miss me.

© 2003 - 2011 This Full House

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Wordless Wednesday: No wonder they don't chase him off the couch!

Hope & Doofus Chillaxing
P.S.: He saw me coming and shoved his head under the pillow in a "you don't see me sort of way," too.

Freshly-Brewed Elsewhere:
Smoothing Our Way into Chillaxing Summertime Snacks
Including Craft Fairs and Art Shows Into Your Summertime Routine

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Haven't Slept in Days, I Blame Harry Potter

I was emailing, back and forth, with a friend, early today, when I noticed something funny.

Not like, in, ha ha, funny (I need at least 2 cups of coffee for that to happen) but, more like, hey, wait a minute, that sentence didn't read like my head...anyway.

Which is when I realized something.

Not ONLY do I talk in my sleep (you lucky BlogHer roomies, you!) but, I think real fast, when I write, too.

However, I'm not sure if it's because my mind is used to racing...ALL THE TIME... or, if my fingers just can't keep up and, um, what are we talking about, again?

OH YEAH...I remember now...Harry Potter.

Harry Potter Tweet 1 Actually, I was really looking forward to Harry Potter 2 and my 15yo's best friend (since the 2nd grade) was moving to Florida, with his family, the next day, so, I was more than happy to give them once last chance to, you know, hang out.

Standing in line, for an hour, with a couple of 12yo boys (my son tagged along with his bff, however, this was a last minute thing, so the 15yo's had separate tickets, were seated within 5 minutes AND our theater just happened to be the last one to empty out right before midnight, go figure) insisting that, YES, of course I will remember to buy them popcorn, once the movie started (liar, liar) not so much.

Harry Potter Tweet 2So, of course, I had to tweet about it and lucky my friend @melisalw was, you know, still awake.

We FINALLY took our seats (4th row, center, my neck still hurts) at a minute passed midnight and, for the next couple of hours, I literally could NOT take my eyes off the screen and the boys didn't seem to mind the fact that, you know, I forgot ALL about the popcorn.

The movie was THAT good and, well, 2 out of 4 of my kids can now add "Watched the sun come up," to their, "What I did for summer vacation," list.

Playdate Picnic Collage
Right next to "host a playdate with a brand new friend," and "have a Hula hoop contest," oh and "travel into New York City" to see whose spit lands the closest to Jersey (fyi: 12 yo boys seem to really excel at this, just so you know!)

The fact that...YES!...we did all this (and more) at the SAME time, within a 48 hour period, is very relevant to the reasoning behind the title of this post (I think, maybe, I dunno, I forget) BUT, it IS the quickest and simplest excuse to why I most probably will be talking with my hands, too, at BlogHer, next month, and my obvious penchant for writing perhaps the longest paragraphs, in blogging history, really.

Aaaaand, like my busted flip flops and the blisters on my mangled feet, I'm sticking to it (you're welcome!) where's the coffee?

© 2003 - 2011 This Full House

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Wordless Wednesday: <3

Heart You

Although, it may not be perfect, a little rough around the edges, actually and perhaps even trampled on, once, too often -- on this particular day, it was lifted up, brought home, put into a special "treasures jar" and is loved, just the same.

(At least, that's what I see, when I wrote this, at 3:30 a.m., when I should be sleeping!)

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