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Eloquence, Thy True Name is Silence

You know what's funny? Not in a, "What do you call a fake noodle?" an impasta (hahahahahaha!) sort of way, either. The fact that I have a kid graduating high school (still not the funny part and kind of sad, really, but don't get me started, m'kay?) and everyone is all, like, has she picked a college yet? No matter how many times I get asked. I feel funny answering them. "Um...well...she's not sure...that is...uh...not right now, maybe later...er...what?" YES! I am the anti-eloquent. Articulate people fear me. Most recently, standing in line at Dunkin' Donuts in the supermarket (the... Read more →

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday:
Williamsburg, VA 2005

One of our most favorite places and yet we haven't been back since? Perhaps I can convince Garth (NHRN) for one last road trip before the oldest goes off to college, next fall (SOB!) Oh, and I almost missed seeing my youngest, way over there on the right, she was so, so tiny (double-SOB!) © 2003 - 2011 This Full House I'm NaBloPoMo-ing it, this month (first time NaBloPoMo-er) feel free to check out what I've NaBloPoMo-ed, thus far (PHEW!) and let me know how I'm doing (I mean, 30 posts, in 30 days, really?!?) when you have time, of... Read more →

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Just a Walk in the Park

Yesterday didn't start out very well. My oldest was in a foul mood: what is that you say, a teenager, grumpy, inconceivable, right?!? The youngest was weepy and my son missed his bus: she's 10, he's 12, enough said. My middle girl, however, hasn't been feeling well for weeks: not even a week into November and she's racked up 5 sick days, already, stupid strep. Later, having engaged the powers of sleep, eggs and toast (the trinity, when preparing a meal for a sick kid) she was feeling much better. "Can we go to the park?" Okay, first of all,... Read more →

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The Ghost of Halloween Parades Past

My oldest, her first Halloween in 1994, I dressed Holly as Little Bo Beep (sorry, Holly!) Aaaaand, even Heather's face is all, like, seriously Mom?!? Also, I'm pretty sure Glen is STILL not over the epic diaper wedgie he received from this ill-fitting-hand-me-down Tigger suit. Which leads me to reason #71,928,099 why I will be fed a steady diet of strained carrots, in a nursing home, somewhere far, far, away. 2006 was the last time I took ALL 4 of them out trick-or-treating, together (scary thought, I know!) "You coming to the parade?" Today, after 13 consecutive years of packing... Read more →

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The Husband Wish List

I was collating through paperwork and alphabetizing color-coded files, the other day. Okay, so I was looking for a pen. Fiiiiiine, I would have been happy finding a broken crayon...but, couldn't see the top of my desk from the paper jungle that mysteriously cropped up...seems like overnight, really. Alriiiiiight, so a person could lose a small child in the stack of bills, that somehow magically migrated from the kitchen table...ummmmmm...what? [sound of crickets] PEN!!!...that's right...I was looking for a pen (or crayon) but, found a list of stuff and asked my youngest daughter about it, since, you know, it was... Read more →

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Love = 167.225472 m2

Our house is about 1,800 square feet -- that's the equivalent of some folk's swimming pools, here in Jersey -- and it looks even smaller, from the sidewalk. Understandably, it's hard to imagine 6 people living in such a house. "Wow!!!" It's really funny to watch first-time visitors walk through our front door, stare up at the high ceilings, blink both their eyes, rapidly, as they try to center their gaze on the back wall, some 25 feet or so away and then, you know, physically stumble. "It looks a lot bigger on the inside!" It's an optical illusion, really... Read more →

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F-artsy Baby Pictures I

Oh, go ahead, you know you want to, my kids will end up hating me anyway. Okay, I'll start: "Don't make me have to go all Dr. Evil on your butt!" You're next. Caption me, baby. © 2003 - 2011 This Full House Blog / This Full House Gone Shopping Read more →

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