This Full House Archive

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  • Valentine’s Day Movie Meme: 14 Memorable Chick Flick Moments

    Oh, HEY!  Guess what?  Tomorrow is Valentine's Day (SURPRISE!) so, rather than bore you with details of my ultrasound of the killer kidney stone from hell (you're welcome!) I thought it would be fun to participate in a meme in which I get to share my 14 favorite chick flick moments .

    Because, I am ALL about bringing the fun back into blogging.

    [sound of crickets, chirping]

    Oh, c'mon!  You like romantic comedies, right?  No?  That's okay.  You get to be the one in charge of trashing this list.  It'll be GREAT fun!  Ready?

    1.  What is your favorite romantic comedy?

    50 First Dates

    50 First Dates:  I love this movie.  Truth be told, a lot of my favorite romantic comedies star Drew Barrymore.  The woman is so gosh-darned likable in ALL of them (DAMMIT!)   

    FAVORITE BIT:  (Dr. Keats) Tom lost part of his brain in a hunting accident. His memory only lasts ten seconds.  (Ten Second Tom)  I was in an accident? That's terrible.  (Dr. Keats)  Don't worry, you're totally gonna get over it in about three seconds.   (Ten Second Tom)  Get over it? I mean, what happened? Did I get shot in the brain… Hi. I'm Tom.

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  • Maybe She Knows Something I Don’t Know

    Tulips

    What do you call the flower that grows between your nose and your chin?  Tulips.  Get it?  Sorry, watched way too much Little Bear when my kids were little-er.

    A friend of mine called me yesterday and this is where my father would insist that…NO!…I don't have friends, I just know people AND after having said that would laugh the hardest (yeah, good one, dad!)

    Aaaaanyway, her youngest and my youngest are best friends, as of yesterday, as far as I know, anyway (they're 10 year-old girls, enough said.)

    "I've been very worried about you."

    Long story, short (you're welcome!) she saw our two girls walking together after school and later asked her daughter, "I haven't seen Mrs. Thompson this week, how is she?"

    "I can't tell you."

    Her mother, as any mother would, wanted to know, you know, why the heck not?

    "It's a secret."

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  • Like the Little Kidney Stone That Could, I Continue to Serve As a Cautionary Tale for Moms (and Dads!)

      Hospital Room

    I told the E.R. nurse I was feeling cruddy for over a week now (give or take a bathroom stop, or twenty) but, I just shrugged it off as the kids sharing a stomach bug, or something, as she continued to draw my blood and nod her head very sympathetically.

    I stared at the ceiling (I’m not a very good bleeder) recapping my symptoms, the first of many more times to come:

    • Stomach pain, radiating to my lower back
    • Pressure in lower abdomen, similar to contractions
    • Feeling sick, nausea
    • Frequent bathroom stops

    All of which I promptly ignored, coming downstairs the night before to make myself a place on the couch so as not to disturb my husband, thinking this too shall pass.

    The next morning, I made an appointment for my youngest daughter’s well visit (true story, it’s on my Facebook timeline) and then made a mental decision to just continue to work right through the pain.

    Until, my oldest walked through our front door and found me, while trying to talk on the phone with my husband, doubled-over and gasping for air.

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  • Wordless Wednesday: Sympathy Pains

    Sympathy Pains

    Our youngest is home sick on the couch with a stomach bug and looks to me Doofus-Dawg is having some serious sympathy pains.

    © 2003 – 2012 This Full House

    Freshly-Brewed Elsewhere:  Did you ever forget your kid's birthday?  I did (okay, almost!) Sharing memorable moments over at Favorite Finds and my friends at Hallmark.

  • HALP! There’s ANOTHER Teenager in the House!

    I remember when I first became the mother of a teenager — which, considering my oldest girl is 18 now (SOB!) truly is an amazing thing (that I even remember it, I mean!)

    Then my middle girl turned 13 and, well, any thoughts of my ever regaining full brain function flew right out the front door, along with the Christmas tree.

    Today, at precisely 2:05 a.m., my son joined the ranks of teenage-dom and not for nothing (word to Jenn) this time, it's different.

    Glen Growed Up

    What a difference a year makes, eh?

    I have to tell the boy to scootch down in order to scold him and, well, that's just not right, you know?

    I'm 5' 9".  Enough said.

    CURRENT COUNT:  Teens outnumber tweens 3 to 1 (HALP!) the latest having grown very adept at out-grossing his sisters with very realistic sounding fart noises during a sleepover with a few of his AXE-infused buddies, this past weekend.

    At least, I think they were pretending.  I was too busy trying not to puke and/or keep my head from exploding.  I still don't think the girls are quite over it.

    Me, either.

    Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and scrape a few of my brain cells from off of the ceiling and THEN maybe I can figure out a way to convince my 10 year-old daughter that burping the alphabet, during dinner with her grandparents, is SO NOT funny.

    According to my son, blowing milk out of your nose during a conversation and pretending like it is NOT EVEN happening is way funnier.

    © 2003 – 2012 This Full House

  • Becoming THAT Mom (AGAIN!)

    6 years ago, I freaked out a few of the moms in my middle daughter's girl scout troop by allowing her to wear a black skull cap school (what, you don't remember?!?)

    WARNING:  it was around the time I migrated my blog from WordPress, back to Typepad (yes, on purpose!) so, the post is filled with funky little characters and stuff.

    The spelling and grammatical errors, however, are ALL mine.

    Aaaaanyway, my middle girl was 10 at the time and I was curious to learn (okay, remember) how it felt to be THAT mom. 

    You know, whose parenting philosophy is similar to yours — on opposite day.

    10yo:  If I cut my hair off, will kids stare?  Me:  Maybe [one beat, two beats] 10yo:  Can you make an appointment for me, today?

    I've come to the conclusion that becoming THAT mom has something to do with your kid(s) hitting double-digits.

    FB post haircut 2

    I mean, even my hairdresser has a hard time saying, "Girl, please…" to this kid and if you've ever watched Jerseylicious, then you know, hairdress-suhs are fierce.

    Hope Cut 1

    After the eleventy-billionth time of her asking, "Are you SURE you want to do this?!?"
    Hope Cut 4

    Look, it's Emma Watson (almost!) but, wait there's more….
    Hope Cut 2

    So, my hairdress-suh says, "Let's throw some color up in there!"
    Hope Cut 5

    Really, Mom?!? (filed under: blackmail photos) <br>
    Hope Cut 3

    Look, it's Emma Watson (and her hairdress-suh!)

    So, yes, with the help of my dear, sweet friend Lorrie's magical scissors, I once again myself being THAT mom.

    Then again, Lorrie's daughter's hair is a lovely shade of Skittles AND even Hope agreed with me in thinking it looked FABULOUS!

    "Maybe when you're 12."

    Because, you know, even us THAT (THOSE?) moms have our limits.

    © 2003 – 2012 This Full House

  • It’s Nothing Personal, It’s Strictly B.O.

    Glen Wrestling

    Imma gonna beat your Axe!

    This is my son's second year wrestling for the middle school and even his sisters have pretty much grown accustomed to all the hollering and cris-crossing of bendy parts, hoping their baby brother does NOT break a limb, or something.

    Not on their watch, anyway.

    "THROW HIM DOWN!!!!"

    I, however, have become much better at watching some other kid beat the living Axe out of my almost 13-year-old son.

    Because, he hasn't wrestled anyone yet.

    His team had a lot of kids move onto the high school and — taking into consideration that he's nearly as tall as I am — it seems there just aren't as many kids wrestling in my son's weight class, this year.

    On the one hand, GREAT!  There will be NO bloody noses or broken body parts, tonight!

    "Maybe next week, bud."

    Still, it must be just as frustrating for him to sit and stare at some other guy's backside — wearing a singlet, no less.

    [cue mental etch-a-sketch]

    Until, last night.

    "THOMPSON!"

    Here we go.   I laced my fingers in front of my eyes.  No, wait, that was so last year. 

    "C'MON!"

    The kid was a lot shorter.  However, in width, he was twice the size of my son.

    "GET UP OFF THE MAT, GLEN!"

    Try as he might, the boy spent the next 3 minutes breathing through one nostril and his face was purple by the time the match was blessedly called to an end.

    "He was a real tough one…eh?"

    [frowning]

    "No! He stunk!"

    I was trying to come up with something else that would help reassure my son that, you know, maybe…

    "Literally, I took one whiff of him and I was DONE!"

    …next time, he should spray himself with a little Axe before each match or, better yet, wipe a little Vicks under his nose like some medical examinders do, or something.

    Then again, perhaps his opponent was just using body odor as diversionary tactic, no?

    Don't even get me started on cauliflower ear, ring worm and the bazillion other skin infections floating around out there…ICK!

    © 2003 – 2012 This Full House

  • Nearly Wordless Wednesday: The Jersey Shore (No, not THAT one!)

    A few of my favorite photos taken (yes, BY ME!) on our spur of the moment, sure, we'd love to come and stay with you guys at the beach, New Year's weekend family getaway to Cape May, NJ:

    (Feel free to click on any of the photos for a closer look!)

    BeachcombersHigbees Beach Jetty

     Fishing Rod Chasing Waves

    Footsteps in the SandSandy Boots

    Making WavesSisters Connect

    Children of the Sand Dunes

    Enough said.  With many thanks to our very dear friends, Cheryl and John, for putting us up (yes, ALL OF US) and helping us to create such wonderful memories, because they roll like that!

    © 2003 – 2012 This Full House

  • Don’t Have a Happy Place? Feel Free to Borrow Mine!

    You know what bugs me?  Besides, waiting in the doctor's office for more than 20 minutes (unless Ellen Degeneres is on) with folks who insist on changing television channels, without asking (see previous parenthesis) who probably are the same ones riding my rear bumper (newsflash: fast lane is on the left) then, pass me on the right (dumbass) only to slow the heck way down (ditto) oh and the Kardashians (enough said!)

    Um, what were we talking about?  Oh yeah, you know what bugs me?  Serial complainers, who insist that life sucks and do NOT even try to convince them otherwise.

    Lest, you get all caught up in the suckage and then, well, it becomes one BIG (and bad) blame-storming session, yes?

    Still, it's good to vent.

    So, yesterday, I woke up feeling like pond slime (stomach bug, enough said) and must of have looked just as awful (probably more) to the point where my husband asked my oldest to stay home and help me complete the morning and afternoon runs (no pun, intended) seeing as I spent most of the morning (and afternoon) in the bathroom/library, which is typically is my happy place.

    Aaaaaand, this is where some folks would be all, like, wait a minute, you had your kid stay home from school on purpose?!?

    Yes, because it's good to be the only other driver in the house and technically it was actually my husband who called her out of school.

    [sound of crickets, chirping] 

    Would it help if I told you that she also finished the laundry?

    [cue happy dance]

    Aaaaanyway, it helped.  Because, I was able to sleep it off (when not stalking my new bff, the bathroom, I mean) and today, I'm feeling much more human, thankyouverymuch!

    "Mom, I don't feel so good!"

    Good thing, too.

    "Me either, Mommy!"

    Seeing as the suckage is about to get a leeeeetle deeper up in here, DAMNIT.

    Morale of the Story:  Pass the toilet paper, I'm done!

    If anyone needs me, I'll be in the OTHER bathroom — it has a vent.

    © 2003 – 2012 This Full House

  • First Rule of the Irresolute Club: Make A List of Resolutions You Can Actually Keep

    Bench Full of Holly

    Taken on our New Year's Eve weekend getaway to Cape May, NJ and I still can't help but imagine why someone tied a bouquet of holly to this bench.

    I'm not a big fan of resolutions.  I mean, it's just another reminder of stuff  I never got around to doing, or failed to do right the first time around, DAMMIT. 

    On the other hand, January is sort of like a do-over.

    So, I made a mental list of the stuff I would like to "do better," because the second rule of the irresolute club: leave no paper trail.

    This year, I really, really want to try hard and cut sugar out of my diet…entirely.

    I've done well, so far (yes, I know it's January 3rd, your point being?) until this morning when I  absent-minded-ly poured sugar into my coffee (or, caw-fee if you're from Jersey.)

    But, rather than start the year out being wasteful (as well) I drank it, anyway.

    So, it doesn't really count.  Right? RIGHT?!?  Riiiiiiight.

    Okay, fine, here's a list of MY resolutions for 2012 which I can actually, you know, keep:

    1. Gain at least 5 pounds.
    2. Be more indecisive.
    3. Do less laundry.
    4. Use more deodorant.
    5. Drink more wine.
    6. NOT win the lottery (DAMMIT!)
    7. Declare procrastination an art form.
    8. Inhale.
    9. Exhale.
    10. Repeat.

     I mean, why set myself up for disappointment?  Right?  RIGHT?!?

    [sound of crickets chirping]

    Riiiiiiight.  Happy New Year, everyone!  Want to join the Irresolute Club?  What's on your list?  Is it 2013, yet?

    © 2003 – 2012 This Full House