When ALL else #fails (i.e., car in shop, pool filter seizes, refrigerator burns up, or ALL of the above, just sayin’) break out the hose and just fuhgehtaboutit!!!
Found this picture buried deep in our old desktop’s files and, well, ignoring the fact that my laptop is STILL broken is not such a bad thing, after all. Buuuuut, now my face hurts, as I’m seriously considering climbing into the h…e…double hockey sticks of a crawl space over our garage and dusting off the crib…too.
Almost 3 years ago, I watched my oldest daughter leave the house, for the first time, as a freshman in high school and I thought to myself…PHEW!…1 down and 3 to go!
Heather’s 8th Grade Formal
This year, Heather (she’s my middle girl) celebrated her last year of middle school by attending the 8th grade formal.
Glen’s 5th Grade Graduation
Glen (my only son) graduated 5th grade and is officially now the 3rd Thompson to hit the middle school…in 5 years.
Happy 9th Birthday, Hopey
Aaaand, my youngest daughter just celebrated her last year, before hitting double-digits and was SO excited during her 4th grade orientation, knowing that her sisters and brother attended the same school, and happily admitted to her future new principal, “Nope, I’m the LAST one!”
What? I forgot to get the candle and 8 + 1 = 9, right?
The cake was supposed to say, “Happy Everything!” but, I didn’t bust my husband’s chops about it (see caption) honestly, I was just too busy stumbling around…feeling all dazed and confused…okay, it’s been like that for the last 7 years…but, I am STILL blogging…there, I said it, can I go home now?
As you can see, it is written all over my face (the years, since I started blogging, I mean) still, I can’t help but feel that with all these changes (the aforementioned happening ALL in the same week, btw) I have reached a milestone, of my own.
No, it hasn’t gotten any easier (nuh-uh, sorry!) but, at least now my kids are now old enough to realize that…nope…life isn’t always perfect (I know, act surprised anyway!) however, as their mother (yes, they are ALL mine) I have also learned to embrace those imperfections (mostly) and I truly believe we are ALL stronger for it.
If you have a kid graduating/promoting/stressing over her hair for the 8th grade formal/and/or, celebrating a birthday, this week…then, you know I meant the Pepto Bismol, right?
On the 174th day of our school daze my true love sent to me…an email that had absolutely NOTHING to do with the our 10th grader’s finals, 8th grader’s graduation, 5th and 3rd grade promotions, or the fact that Hope is turning 9 years-old on Wednesday (i.e. my youngest’s last year in single digits) oh, and the fact that my camera AND my beloved HP laptop are fubar…YO!
[inhales deeply, exhales in total denial]
So, how DO you know if a person (like me) is REALLy from Jersey? Besides, the fact that I know how to order a pork roll (with cheese, duh!) I mean? Easy…you recognize or can relate to at least 10 of these:
You’ve been seriously injured at Action Park. [Banged my head on a waterslide!]
You know that the only people who call it “Joisey” are from New York (usually The Bronx) or Texas. [waves to Jenn!]
You don’t think of citrus when people mention “The Oranges.” [Nope.]
You’ve ordered a hard roll with butter for breakfast. [Not in a while, but, YUM!]
You’ve known the way to Seaside Heights since you were seven. [My kids do, too!]
You’ve eaten at a diner, when you were stoned or drunk, at 3 am. [No, NOT this mommy…um…but, ask me again at BlogHer!]
Whenever you park, there’s a Camaro within three spots of you. [Nah, I live in a minivan world, my friend.]
You remember that the “Two Guys” were from Harrison. [Ohhhhh, yeah *snicker* nevermind!]
You know that the state isn’t one big oil refinery. [Yep, been blogging it for years!]
At least three people in your family still love Bruce Springsteen, and you know what town Jon Bon Jovi is from. [Yep, I even showed Dana his house…okay…the front gate, but close enough, right?]
You know what a “jug handle” is. [Yeah, and they’re STOOPID!]
You know that a WaWa is a convenience store. [Aaaaand, they make THE BEST coffee, or cawfee, if you’re from Jersey!]
You know that the state isn’t all farmland. [Not if they keep building those McMansions…dangit!]
You know that there are no “beaches” in New Jersey – there’s “The Shore,” and you don’t go “to the shore,” you go “down the shore.” and when you are there, you’re not “at the shore,” you are “down the shore.” [I’m down with dat!]
You know that “Piney” isn’t referring to a tree. [Well, sort of.]
Even your school cafeteria made good Italian subs, and, you call it a “sub” not a “submarine sandwich” or worse yet, a “hoagy” or a “hero.” [We can be heeeeeeeroooooes, just for one day, we can beeeeeeeeeee…sorry, teenagers are on a Moulin Rouge kick, lately!]
You know how to properly negotiate a Circle. [Yes, see jungle handle.]
You knew that the last question had to do with driving. [Yep, also STOOPID!]
You know that this is the only “New…” state that doesn’t require “New” to identify it (like, try …Mexico, …York, …Hampshire (doesn’t work, does it?). [See title of post!]
You only go to New York City for day trips, and you only call it “The City.” [Unless, you’re attending BlogHer, like me, WHOOT, then I’ll see you in the “cit-tay!”]
You know that a “White Castle” is the name of BOTH a fast food chain AND a fast food sandwich. [a.k.a. rat burgers and/or sliders!]
You consider a corned beef sandwich with lettuce and mayo a sacrilege. [Mustard and sauerkraut, baby!]
You can see the Manhattan skyline from some part of your town. [waves to NYCityMama!]
You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers. [Take 36 to 35 to 440 to 9 to 139 to 78 to get to Mom-101‘s house, I think!]
Every year, you had at least one kid in your class named Tony. [Yo, Tone, so, how you doin’?]
You know where every “clip” shown in the Sopranos opening credits is. [Yeah, but I would NEVER drive there…especially, at night….psych!…just kidding…mostly!]
You’ve gotten on the wrong highway trying to get out of Willowbrook Mall. [Stoopid, jughandles!]
You’ve eaten a Boardwalk cheesesteak with vinegar fries. [Midway Cheesesteaks rawk!]
You have a favorite Atlantic City casino. [Specifically, the Blue Mercury Spa at the Tropicana would make a GREAT 20th Anniversary getaway — hint, hint, GARTH (not his real name) are you listening?!? ]
You start planning for Memorial Day weekend in February. [January would be better, just sayin’!]
And finally… You’ve never pumped your own gas. [Not in Jersey….anyways!]
Hopey’s puppet of a mean principal that’s supposed to be a clown (says, she was told to think out of the box) displayed at the coffee counter (or, caw-fee, if you’re from Jersey)
Last week (I think) our school district held a book fair at our local Barnes & Noble and my two youngest children were invited to read their persuasive writing pieces.
My 11 year-old son’s piece was a little closer to home.
“Mine is about convincing you and dad to give me a door!”
We have doors. Lots of them. There’s the front door, the back door, the bathroom door.
[takes breath]
There’s the door that leads to the girls’ bedroom and the h…e…double…hockey…sticks that is [gulp] their bathroom!
“Because, you know, everyone ELSE has a door.”
My son’s bedroom is upstairs, like mine, but his is at the top of the stairs and, well, long story short (you’re welcome!) no, he doesn’t have door.
[gulp]
“You didn’t write anything that would, you know, embarrass mom, or dad, right?”
Because, heaven knows, I sure as heck wouldn’t (ahem!) and, well, everyone knows that karma is a witch, right?
Riiiiiiight.
Even longer story, shorter (seriously, you should be thanking me!) oh yes, there was lots of lamenting about stuff, like:
(a) Being the only boy, stinks.
(b) Having a bedroom without a door, stinks even more.
(c) Having the litter box…in his room…you guessed it…stinks, BIGTIME.
(d) His sisters are barging in all the time.
(e) Refer to (a) above.
In hindsight, I should be glad that their readings were held in the cafe.
“What did he just say?”
Aaaand, that the blender was really, really loud.
“He can’t keep the girls out of his bedroom!”
[eyes go wide]
“No, I don’t think he means regular girls…dear.”
[one beat, two beats]
“Oh, well, no wonder his parents won’t give him a door!”
Not for nothing, but you gotta love senior citizens (they were sisters, I think) but, I don’t believe a hearing aide would have made a difference, either way and I shudder to think what the sweet old lady meant by “un-regular” girls.
“What is your boy’s name?”
[bites lower lip]
“Harry…Harry Potter.”
Aaaand, he’s moving…to the closet…under the stairs…next week!
This is what happens, when you go to work and one of your kids "accidentally" finds your Flip camera and attempts to video tape one of her sisters "not on purpose," of course!
[snort]
Such drama, eh? Love that she mentions my blog:
"Do you think I survived, or do you think I died (i.e. she got busted and her sister killed her) leave your answer on ThisFullHouse.com!"
Can't wait to see what happens during their summer break, if it EVER gets here, I mean!
To think, this mommy/daughter mugging for the camera moment was nearly lost, forever!
Last week, I wrote about how we hit the road and drove to Cape May for the weekend (yes, even the Doofus-Dawg seemed excited about his first road trip) and I did promise you pictures, to prove that Jersey is NOT all what you see outside your window, flying over Newark Airport (seriously, dude, we ARE called the garden state) but, my middle girl hid her camera from me, because I broke mine and, you know, she’s smart like that.
“You can’t use my camera.”
Gosh, but some 14 year-olds can get very touchy about using their stuff, right?
“Why not?”
Sheesh, I only wanted to grab the memory card and already promised NOT to touch anything else.
“Because, I lost it.”
Now, I could’ve reprimanded Heather for being forgetful, or acting irresponsibly with her stuff, but, well, it would be sort of like talking to myself, really.
“Lost what?”
Gosh, but some almost 9 year-olds can get very nosey about stuff, right?
“Never mind.”
Now that ALL the laundry from the trip is done (almost) STILL no camera.
“Quick…take MY picture next!”
I was telling someone at school how upset Heather was (about losing her camera, I mean) and…wait a minute…what the?
“Who’s camera is that?”
Long story short (you’re welcome!) my youngest daughter found Heather’s camera shoved into the pocket behind the driver’s seat in the minivan and, well, thank goodness for nosey little almost 9 year-olds!