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May 2012

I'm Not Needy, I'm Just Giving Others the Chance to Be Helpful!

She wears bright colors to help her mother find her on the field. I'm not very good at asking for help. What, you too?!? I know, me too!!! Is there anything I can do to help?!? Anyone I should call?!? I know people. Aaaaaanyway, my SIL was over the other day. I'm not sure which one, exactly. I mean, I knew which SIL (she was in my wedding and everything) exactly which day it was, not so much. They all sort of blend into a muted shade of "What the hell day is it, anyway?" Aaaaaand, we just came off... Read more →

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Last Week, Before the Last Week, Of the Last Week of School

Another typical Memorial Day weekend at our house, with more birthday cake! We opened our pool yesterday and by we I mean Garth (not his real name) did almost ALL the heavy lifting, bending, or basically anything requiring any sort of physical effort, the ability to use BOTH hands (at the same time) or a superior range of motion, while I ran (by ran I mean limp, with style) and got him stuff he asked for, from the shed, or the garage (either of which, turns out, would prove to be a scavenger hunt) in an effort to make me... Read more →

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The Sad World of the Misunderstood Euphemism, and Zombies

My husband, Garth (not his real name) is a good guy. I mean, like, Eagle Scout good and anyone who knows us (IRL) would most definitely agree adding, "Well, the man IS married to you." Aaaaand, I'm okay with it (the fact that he's married to me AND the aforementioned euphemism) because, trust me, I am WELL aware of my own limitations. Like, my inability to withstand the mechanical forces of the earth's gravitational pull (I fall down, A LOT!) or, my penchant for breaking things...okay...wait...for...it...A LOT! Then, my lack of patience (see also: previous paragraph) is legendary, which makes... Read more →

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{nearly} Wordless Wednesday: Iris in the Morning

No edits, no filters, no iPhone, it's all Iris. ALTERNATE BLOG POST TITLE: Reason why I rushed out the front door early this morning and nearly beaned myself into unconsciousness (pro tip: check to make sure the storm door is actually unlocked!) I wanted to get this shot before the raindrops evaporated -- I blame all you more-expert-like photographers out there AND Instagr.am! © 2003 - 2012 This Full House Freshly-Brewed Elsewhere: I am very honored to be working with Hallmark as a Life is a Special Occasion featured blogger, which allows me the opportunity to share personal stories, insights... Read more →

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Parenting Tip #8,913,256: Bogus Text Scammers Suck - We should throw old cell phones at them!

Loved the effect rain is leaving on windshield, so I posted it to Instagr.am (like a good blogger!) I was waiting in the pick up lane for my youngest, when my cell phone doink-doink-ed (it's my tone, don't judge!) while I was in the middle of trying to upload a picture to Instagr.am. What?!? It was raining and, well, I get REAL bored waiting sometimes. It was a text message from my 16yo and I figured she wanted to either take a ride with me to drop off my oldest girl at work (who hates it when she has to... Read more →

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Better Start Hoping for Rainy Days, B*tch

Growing up, my parents always grew their own vegetables in the summertime. We lived with my grandmother before I started grade school and she had a vegetable garden. Later, my father would build a greenhouse in our backyard, using plumbing pipes and sheets of plastic film salvaged from an abandoned work site (or believed to be abandoned, anyway) which would one day play center stage for make believe expeditions to Egypt and China, late night bug hunts and marathons of hide-and-go-seek. My parents surprised us with plotting out and planting our first vegetable garden, a few weeks after my husband,... Read more →

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At Our House, It's Called a Blood Drive-By

As a mother of 3 teens, 1 kid in double-digits and Supreme Goddess of All Things Domestic (in my house, anyways) I feel it safe say that there is NOTHING worse than battling a foreign object, invading your child's body, that you canNOT see. 3yo Heather: Hey...wook...isn't that where you gave bwud, How-wee? Unless, you have to take said child to have their blood drawn and, well, game over dude! 5yo Holly/How-wee: I didn't give it...Heatherrrrr...THEY TOOK IT! Even years later, my two oldest daughters would play out this same conversation, every time we'd drive by the building, where they... Read more →

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