So, You From Joisey?

Everyone has a story, here's yours!

I'm headed to Chicagoland to visit my sistuh-from-anuh-thuh-muh-thuh, Melisa (YAY!) so my husband dropped me at the airport a little early before going into work, today.

Ticketing Agent: I'm sorry, but you can't check in any earlier than 4 hours before your departure.

Fiiiiiiine, I was waaaaay earlier, but it's okay.

Garth (NHRN): Maybe you can see if there is an earlier flight you can get on.

The thing is, here's the thing: This particular flight has first come first served sort of seating and I had a pretty good boarding spot.

Me: I don't mind, I'll just watch all the people.

Yep, I'm a people-watcher. I can sit and observe and imagine all sorts of stories, for hours. Good thing I have a couple of hours (or twenty) before my flight leaves. Take these guys, for example:


They are a father and son traveling together, but there's a problem. The son has declined his spot in the university generously funded by his father, insisting he'd much rather go into the family business of importing olive oil, but dad has higher aspirations for his son and, although the business has kept their family well fed and allowed each of them to live better than most, it isn't exactly legit.

Father (talking as if his mouth was filled with cotton balls): Michael, you are my youngest son, I want more for you.


What? You heard this story already?

**sound of crickets, chirping**

I'm from Jersey, what'ya want from me?

Oh, HEY! We're about to board, now! Good thing it took me 2 hours to hunt and peck this post out on my phone.

Maybe I'll figure out how to upload a picture that is not sideways, on my way back -- you're welcome!

Edited to add: A big THANK YOU to Melisa for emailing me my blog post, after I went back in to edit a typo and then accidentally deleted it, because I am a special sort of that...yo!

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Big doings here in Jersey. We've got our first major snow event (a.k.a. ROYAL PAIN IN THE ASS, if you're from Jersey) creeping up our coast. The kids had an early dismissal (they've already canceled school for tomorrow), my husband's work closed early and, well, now we wait.


The snow started blowing sideways at lunchtime, but the blizzard doesn't really get here until sometime in the middle of the night, because who needs sleep, right?!?

[raises hand]

I have anxiety issues with snow -- especially major P.I.T.A. snow events and most especially driving in it, here in Jersey, home of Asshats On Wheels!

Middle girl: Don't worry Mom, Holly's taking me to work!

Now that we have a kid driving (and two more driving, this spring/summer) the panic that sets in...whenever I hear the words..."major..."snow"...and..."event"...used in the same sentence...goes way beyond the fact that I do NOT do snow...very well...and, well, Eastern-European-types are not very good at keeping a straight face...AND...we pretty much suck at poker, too.

Oldest girl: But driving in the snow doesn't bother much as it does you... Mom!

Truth. Which is why she is driving her sister to work know...I'm not...sooooo, if it's gonna snow, I'm the one who's usually hoping Mother Nature drops a sh&tload of it, right on top of us!

Mother Nature: A'ightden...BAM!!!

So, I'm sorry...New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Maine...Super-Nor'Easter-Winterstorm-Pain-in-the-Ass-Juno is ALL my fault!

The boy: I'm sooooo nervous about this storm!!!

And I seemed to have transferred my fears, onto my 16 year-old son.

Me: Bah, we slept through worse storms, it's gonna be okay!

And by we, I mean my son -- the boy can sleep through almost anything, seriously.



Me: Oh, the hor-ruh!

He's got mid-terms, this week. Enough said.

[sound of crickets, laughing, from all the way in Flah-rid-duh]

Stupid #snowmaggedon15, dumbass Juno. 

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Wordless Wednesday: Under the Boardwalk

Before my claustrophobia and nyctophobia set it or the terribly weak walls of my bladder, you know, gave out -- you're welcome!

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Wordless Wednesday: Goodnight (and good job!) Sun

I love it, whenever I get the chance to introduce folks to a few of my favorite things, here in Jersey -- sharing them with the ones I love most...priceless. 

Sunset Beach -- Cape May, NJ

Thanks so much for indulging this Jersey Girl and sharing in some spectacular seaside moments, Melisa. And good job, sun.

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Sure, I like snow: just not so wet, cold and snowy.

As a family of Jersey girls and boys -- my husband, Garth (not his real name), the kids and I were ALL born and raised here -- we've grown accustomed to snow.  It's the wintertime.  We live on the East coast.  It snows on the East coast, especially in wintertime, sometimes it even snows A LOT.

Holly not digging #Janus
Our oldest was not digging, helping me dig out of #Janus.

Yesterday was no exception, although when the forecast called for "a major snow event" we immediately split into two camps: there is team "I hope we get dumped on!" and the other half of us are all...I HOPE [enter name of next major snow storm, here] BLOWS OUT OVER THE FRIGGIN' OCEAN, THE JERK.

Guess which one I'm on?!? G'head, I'll wait.

We've had winter storms that start off with a BANG (or BAH-TAH-BING, if you're from Jersey) and then sort of just fizzle out, but then OTHER times they really do turn into major snow events, THE JERKS.

Winter storm Janus (rhymes with hanus, I know it's really spelled heinous, just not as funny) turned out to be a BIG FAT JERK!

To save on snow days (our kids get out in late June, when the rest of the nation's summer vacation is almost already over, as it is) our schools decided to call an early dismissal.  Which is GREAT!  Unless your kid attends a school that is 25 miles away from home (approx. 30 mins. on the Parkway, on a good day, if you're from Jersey), like one of mine does. 

School bus #Janus
This dude, right here, deserves a nice hot cup of coffee (or cawfee, if you're from Jersey) and then maybe even a medal.

It took Heather's bus driver 2 hours to get home and I spent almost ALL of those TWO HOURS staring out our front door (it's okay, the neighbors who live directly across the street from us weren't home and they don't really like us, anyway) giving the stink eye to the cars who whizzed on by...not realizing (or caring) know...IT'S SNOWING...SIDEWAYS...SO SLOW DOWN, YOU JERK!!!

Don't even get me started on having kids old enough to drive in the snow...their ownselves...UGH!!!

I mean, I used to like the snow.  Especially, when my kids were little-er, but a little more willing to, you know, actually go outside AND walk in it.  

So, after lamenting how I would like snow EVEN MORE if it wasn't so wet, cold and snowy, my friend Beth was kind enough to help me to realize that perhaps I just wish it resembled beach sand...a little more...okay, A LOT!

She also happens to be a Jersey girl, YO!

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Asshats have not yet completely taken over the world!

I shared an update on Facebook, praising a good Samaritan for stopping to check if I was alright after having negotiated some very icy roads, earlier this morning. I then added to the comments:

Long-time blog readers will understand EXACTLY how very proud I am, of myself, for NOT losing my sh*t.

I feel the need to expand on this morning's discussion (which is EXACTLY why I love Facebook, btw!), because I am extremely lucky to have been introduced to lots of brand new online friends over my eleventy years of blogging -- someone once called me the "grandmother of blogging", but let's not open THAT wound, m'kay?!? -- and it's sort of awesome to able to share something nice, with you.

Especially, living (and driving) ova here in Jersey.

You might want to grab a warm beverage (or a cold one, if it suits you, I'm easy!), because I'm going to tell you a little story about how I know...FOR A FACT...that asshats have NOT yet completely taken over the world!

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