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Category: Wordless Wednesday

  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: You’ve Been Ghosted – The Puking Pumpkin Starts Here!

    Let's play!

    It's that time of year, again — we "ghosted" our neighbors, last night — so, "Pass the puking pumpkin, please!" 

    [sound of crickets chirping]

    What, with all the [ahem] negativity flying around our lovely little community, lately (seriously, NOT fun) I think it's about time we tapped into our inner-child and go
    and ghost someone!

    Positively, YES!

    The rules are easy:

    (1)  It's your turn to "ghost" three other bloggers — perhaps, somewhere you haven't commented, in a while, or a
    blog you've NEVER commented on before and is new to our blogging community.

    (2)  Stop by their blogs and leave a comment on their latest post
    saying:

    "You've Just Been Ghosted — Come Over and Grab A Puking
    Pumpkin!"

    (3)  Copy and paste the puking pumpkin somewhere on your blog
    (either in a post or on your sidebar, perhaps) so that everyone can see
    that you have been "ghosted" and will NOT "ghost" you again.  This will
    also let you know who you can "ghost."

    It will be fun to see how many "puking pumpkins" appear by Halloween…um…which is, like, next week and NO, my kids don't have their costumes…YET!

    It's how we roll.

    Aaaaanyway, feel free to join in (anytime) I'll start – my mother, punched your mother right in the nose, what
    color blood…no, wait…that's not right – I'm going over to ghost 3
    bloggers:

    Melisa (not a typo, she only has one "s") because, she Skyped me before a shower and I slipped her the tongue (don't ask, go see!)

    Amber (as if she had the time, or needs another freakin' pumpkin, I mean) because, her whole house is sick and she needs a warm fuzzy!

    Mrs. Schmitty (say that real fast, five times, I double-dog dare you) because, she's gone over to the darkside and is working with the PTA (actually, she started a pretty awesome program I wish we had at our schools) and she could probably use a puking pumpkin, right about now!

    CODE FOR THE PUKING PUMPKIN:

    <a href="http://www.thisfullhouse.com/this_full_house/2009/10/nearly-wordless-wednesday-ghosted.html"><img src="http://www.thisfullhouse.com/badges/this-full-house-ghosted.jpg"></a>

    Don't have the time – no worries – at least, I've got a pumpkin up, somewhere, since, we never DID get the time to go and, you know, get one!

    [hangs head low]

    So, do you know anyone who could use a puking pumpkin?

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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Don’t Sweat the Dirty Laundry

    Folding Party at This Full House!

    Sure, when my mother's over, it's a folding party and…NO!…I was NOT even invited!

    Although, I gave up hope of ever "finishing" the laundry, a long time ago, I still think it's cute how my mother comes over and gets my kids to help her fold their laundry, sort of.

    "I can't believe that this basket is full of JUST socks!"

    6 pairs of feet make for a lot of socks, I guess.  Still.  It's easier to holler at the kids, when they're getting ready for soccer, field hockey, or whatever else requires some extrasensory protection against stinky sports equipment.

    "DID YOU CHECK IN THE SOCK BASKET???"

    Now that the cooler weather is here, we're going to be hitting the sock basket (pretty hard) and, well, while most people would probably think that blogging about my mother, folding my laundry, with my kids, is pretty, you know, sad and a pathetic state of the blogging universe, these days, really.

    "Ewww, this one still looks….crusty."

    On the surface, it's snot.

    "Like boogers, right?"

    To a wigged-out, frustrated and disenchanted blogger (like me) it's all about seizing the moment, to be able to look a little deeper, then commit all of your thoughts and feelings into a few short paragraphs, well, some folks would STILL consider this to be just a silly little story.

    "Only Mama can make even folding laundry…look fun!"

    I call it sublime poetry.

    CLICK!

    "You're not going to blog that, are you?"

    I just don't sweat the dirty laundry, all that much, anymore.

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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Suburban Sprawl, It’s What’s for Supper!

    Hope and deer at playground

    Guess who's coming to soccer practice?

    So, there was this deer, that crashed through one of our schools' windows, a few years ago. 

    Well, they're baaaaa-aaaaack and lookin' a little, like, I dunno, dinner, maybe?

    What?  It's not like I would go out and intentionally hurt one, or that my kids would even eat deer.

    Unless, it just happened to climb into my car, by accident and I told 'em it was, you know, chicken.

    Yes, I hate food shopping THAT MUCH!!!

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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Artist-a-Cat

    Artist-a-cat-rollip

    Photo editing courtesy of Rollip.com

    I took this last night.  It's cute how Bucky (a.k.a. Buck Beak, the cat who lived) loves to hang out with my 10 year-old son; unless, you're my 10 year-old son and you've got a summer reading packet to finish for the 1st day of school (like, today) then, not so much.

    Stupid summer reading/math packets!

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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: More Than a Feeling

    I canNOT believe that summer is almost over. Can you? I mean, I haven’t even unloaded their backpacks from June, yet.  Still, the kids and I can’t help but feel a little sorry to say goodbye to the Summer of 2009.

    So, I put together this little movie — you know, for those who will, no doubt, by December, insist they were absolutely B.O.R.E.D the entire summer — so, hopefully, it will help them ALL remember the really good times, too.

    [bites lower lip]

    Okay, me too.

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  • Wordless Wednesday: Rah Rah Roh Oh

    Rah Rah Roh Oh

    Beeecause, scaring the opposition is what we do best here at This Full House of mis-matched feet and over-sized tights!

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  • Wordless Wednesday: If You Give a Kid a Piece of Chalk

    Driveways are made for chalking!!!
    Prettiful things begin to happen…

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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Face Painting R Us!

    Facepainted before
    Hopey (on the right) and her BFF…I know, they could be sisters…soon after we arrived at her BFF's communion party.

    Hopey-and-bff
    Hope and her BFF…after my two oldest daughters got a hold of 'em…YIKES!

    Yes, as a matter of fact, they ARE available for parties!

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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: One Size Fits All

    Hugs

    Raising 4 children, I feel it safe to say that there are very few words in the English language (or, Hungarian for that matter) that a parent (like me) could ever get tired of hearing.

    "I need a hug!"

    Unless, they happen to be 4 words, used as a directive, that, as most things my children expect of me, require my complete and immediate attention in the most inopportune of times, too.

    [drains pasta]

    "Oh, just wait a second."

    Some folks would perhaps believe it bad form of me to make the poor kid "wait" for his/her acknowledgment that,  Mommy loves you, yes I know.

    "I…need…a…hug!"

    Or, perhaps it is only the "frazzled" and "wigged-out" part of me speaking and…cheese and rice…but, it's also the fact that I happen to hear it ALL THE TIME!

    "I need a hug…I need a hug…I need a hug…I…NEED…A…HUG!!!"

    It doesn't take long for things to get a little needy around here, you know?

    "Mommy?"

    Gosh, but these kids seem to come outta no where!

    "WHAT NOW!?!"

    What, would it matter if I told you that the kid sneaked up on me, made me jump out of my slippers and nearly burn all my chest hairs off?  No?  Oh, you don't have chest hairs?  Me either.  But, gosh-DARNIT if everything else on my body doesn't feel like it needs a date with the guys over at Jiffy Lube.

    [bites lower lip]

    "What do you need, Hopey?"

    My youngest is 7, but — at that very moment — she had the look of a middle-aged woman.

    "Nothin'…"

    Serves me right, I know.

    "But, I think YOU need a hug, right?"

    Aaaand, with that, I dropped down [care…full…eee] on one knee, took my hug like a big girl and proved, once again, that it IS one of the few things in life that happens to fit just right!

    "HEY MAH!"

    SNAP!

    "Gotcha!"

    That's when my 13 year-old took that picture and…HAH!…made you look, I bet you thought it was the sound of my last nerve snapping, right?  No?  Me either.  Because, I happened to break that a loooooong time ago, too!

    Anyone else need a hug, they ARE free you now?

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  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: The Girl Formerly Known as Mini-Me

    Me-and-apu

    Me at 6 years old with my dad.

     
    Indianminime  

    Hope [formerly known as Mini-Me) celebrates American Indian Day 2006 in Kindergarten.

    My parents insist that my youngest daughter also acts…EXACTLY…like I did, at her age.  You know, like, how the girl just can't seem to slow down, or focus on doing one thing, without running off into a million different directions, at once!

    "It's like watching you, all over again."

    And, if you were to ask my husband, Garth [not his real name] his thoughts on raising Hope [formerly known as Mini-Me] the youngest of our 4 rugrats, recently turned kidlet; should be easy, right?

    "My only goal in life is to reach 50, before she, you know, kills me!"

    Hope-bw

    She's almost 8 now, 6 years since I first started blogging, but I find myself writing less and less about my Mini-me…I mean, Hope…because, you know, she CAN read now.

    "She's mommy's little ticket into heaven!"

    My mother just sits and grins and tries to convince me not to worry about the future, like, when Hope becomes a teenager…[cringe]…too much.

    "You can always send her over to our house."

    Yeah, my parents spoil their grandchildren (terribly) so, it's very difficult for me to convince my children that these are NOT the same people I grew up with, but my father is quick to add that having grandchildren is a blessing.

    "They are our little tickets into heaven."

    [blank stare]

    Hey…wait a minute…pshaw…d'oh, nevermind.

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