What? Is it Tuesday, already? Is it me…or, does anybody else NOT have the time…for anything, anymore? I swear, the older the kids get…well, you know…I wonder. Does anyone else know if snoring on my husband’s lap is considered foreplay?
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This Is My Early Morning Singing Song!
Gliddy glub gloopy
Nibby nabby noopy
La la la lo lo…I’m not a morning person. I’m a mommy, you know what I mean? Still. My husband Garth (not his real name) couldn’t care less if I woke up, tomorrow, decided to shave my head and start referring to myself as:
"Hello, my name is Starshine and I AM Mr. Clean’s bitch!"
I’m telling you, as weird as it sounds, he’d STILL think I’m sexy.
Why?
Because, my husband is really NOT all that interested in what’s going on with my head – yes, he is a very smart man – but, he HAS sung praises of his love for me…from the neck down…many, many times.
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A Perfect Post for April – So, You From Wisconsin?
The kids and I recently had the pleasure of introducing my friend Dana (she’s from Wisconsin) to her first seaside experience, not to mention the best damned "boardwalk pizza" in the Garden State!
Okay, New Jersey is not perfect – people are buying gas less and spending most of their money on groceries, including us – but, I’m comforted by the fact that waterfront is at least within walking distance.
Until, I read my friend Cheryl’s post on how she was, you know, okay with leaving the waves behind – she’s ALSO from Wisconsin.
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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Catherapy
Cats. Some people seem like they can’t live without them and others just don’t understand the attraction. Either way, cats can bring out the best (and worst) in their human counterparts. I mean, they do have a reputation of being a tiny bit self-absorbed and often times are considered to be not a very good, you know, people-type pet.
Still.
There are those times, during their seemingly endless days of captivity, when a cat can sense that something is off and their owners aren’t feeling quite right, or perhaps the planets are aligned and the earth’s rotation has shifted just a tad, and they simply slip out of character.
Or (in this case) when the other more affectionate and much younger beta cat is at the vet and in critical care, at the moment.
Either way…there IS peace in the valley, tonight.
Thanks, Old Man – I owe you one – and get well soon, Bucky (named after Buck Beak, one of Hagrid’s many pets in Harry Potter) we miss you, so much!
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This Full House Giveaway #3: Rememberall
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New Jersey Moms Blog Launched, Today!
Last month, I was asked by the lovely Jill Asher (co-founder of Silicon Valley Moms Group) if I’d be interested in writing for an upcoming new sister site, for New Jersey mom bloggers.
"Hey, you know, I’m from Jersey!"
Well, yah…and DUH!
Today, I am thrilled to tell you that the site has officially launched and…GUESS WHAT…I even got to write the introduction:
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Love Thursday: Quieting the Demon Child Within
Being elegant, gentle, soft-spoken and a bit shy, by nature (no, not ME!) Thing One was born with a wonderful sense of being able to recognize, understand and empathize with what other people are feeling.
Then, one day, she woke up and unleashed the demon child within.
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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Hot Dogs and Warm Heart
My mom is still in the hospital, but she’s doing nicely – thank you for your kind thoughts – so, I was able to spend the last night of spring break with my kids. But, I was emotionally spent and way too tired to cook. So, when my kids asked my husband Garth (not his real name) if they could roast marshmallows, I told them that we were all out of marshmallows (stupid food shopping) but, suggested that perhaps they’d like to cook their hot dogs on the fire pit, instead.
[eyes go wide]
"For real?"
You see, 2 of my kids want to go camping…but, the other half don’t like bugs…and thanks to having given birth to all 4…my sciatica does’t do tents, very well…so, roughing-it seems a little too much work, if you ask me.
Still.
It warms my mommyblogging heart to get a chance to do something…anything…together and kicking back in our yard is perhaps the closest our family gets to, you know, going wild.
"Where’s Mini-me?"
[shrugs shoulders]
"She said she doesn’t like turkey dogs and is looking for something else to eat."
[SLAM]
"Okay, I found some meat-wike-wooking-thing in the fweezer…I think it’s eat-uh-bow!"
It’s seems like my youngest daughter (she’s 6) can fend for herself and doesn’t have a problem playing "survivor girl," thankyouvermuch!
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I’ve got tons of stuff to catch up on here and I’m heading back to my folks’ house tomorrow, but I’ll be back home on Monday. So, please make yoursevles at home, feel free to check out This Full House Reviews: Vincent Shoes – Designers for kids, just like mine…too! and – if you haven’t, already – don’t forget to enter our bloggy giveaway for The Flip camera!
Wishing you all a great weekend and TGIF…early!
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Beware: Bitch Session in Progress – Hold my calls and mind all the empty margarita glasses.
My mom had double-knee replacement surgery, last year (yes, it’s just as icky as it sounds) and her and dad have had one medical challenge after another, since then.
Life goes like that, sometimes – beautiful one minute, filled with suckage the rest.
It’s okay, though. I sort of imagine life as a giant 50 foot female, all hopped up on too much caffeine and experiencing a bad hair day, and expect it will probably try to bite me in the ass, more than once.
Today, most especially, she is going to be a total BITCH!
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Got teens – it’s about time we had a Girl Talk, yes?
I remember the one (and only) time I ever saw my father flat-out drunk.
It was New Years Day in 1978 (I was 14) and we were on our way home from spending the entire night celebrating at The Hungarian Club, but my twin brother and I had to help my mother carry our father to the car, insisting that he was just too "happy" to drive.
We carried him upstairs, sat him on the bed and tried hard NOT to burst out in a fit of giggles, as he tried to pull his turtleneck off his head and somehow managed to twist it into something resembling a straight jacket.
We STILL laugh at that one!
"Um…Mom…have you been drinking, again?"
