Created with the most BESTEST, AWESOMEST, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER not to mention, ABSOLUTELY FRIGALICIOUS Christmas gift…EVUH (thank you, Garth – not your real name – you TOTALLY rock my socks!) deep freeze courtesy of Snowmaggedon 2010.
Edited with Picasa 3.0 to Bruce Springsteen's 10th Avenue Freeze Out (DITTO!)
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See you next year, everyone!!!
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Just the BESTEST, AWESOMEST, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER, not to mention, ABSOLUTELY FRIGALICIOUS camera…EVUH!!!…looky what WE can do:
Is that thing even loaded?
Yep, Mama's packing and ready to zoom!
Christmas has arrived early at This Full House of sticky floors and crunchy socks…
…bearing 10.3 megapixels and 26x zoom!!!
Thank you, Garth (not his real name) for suggesting that we wait, continue couch diving for loose change and then gift each other with the most BESTEST, AWESOMEST, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT BUTTER not to mention, ABSOLUTELY FRIGALICIOUS camera…EVUH!!!
[takes deep breath]
Although, you'll have to pry it from my stupid manfingers with a 33 1/2 inch crowbar, first.
[hides arms, ever so gently, behind back and puckers up BIG]
Merry Christmas, baby!!!
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The countdown (27 days until Heather's 15th birthday) officially begins…NOW!!!
Taken with my cell phone. Imagine what I could do with a REAL camera? Yeah, I'm looking at you, Garth (not his real name!)
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Door busters, early bird specials, late night bonus savings, midnight madness, please take a number, stand in this line, DON'T MOVE, because, we may or may not call you within the next six hours (or, twenty) HOLY HANNAH MONTANA, is it me, or did shopping just get REAL HARD, or something?!?
I know. The thrill of the sale. Never EVER pay full price, if you don't have to. I get that. In fact, some of my best friends plan AND manage to get ALL of their holiday shopping done, every year, in one blessed day, DAMMIT!
Just, not me.
Nope, I'm THAT annoying lady, digging in her shoulder bag with one hand, flipping through the sale flier with the other, swearing up and down that she JUST had the stupid CVS coupon in her hand, a minute ago, AND she's standing RIGHT in front of you, too, DAMMIT!
Yep, I am ALL about making last minute shopping decisions and NOT just because I suffer from FDD (financial deficit disorder) or the lack of poor planning, or less than perfect organizational skills, either.
Nope, in our house, we just wait for something to blow up THEN we go shopping!
[sound of running feet]
"Now, what happened?"
Except, this passed Friday.
"OH…MY…GAWD…WHAT…IS…THAT…SMELL!!!"
The dog blew up.
"QUICK! Where did you put all those sale papers?!?"
Aaaand, Garth (not his real name) went shopping.
"But, it's 1:00 o'clock in the morn…[GAG!]…they're on the mantel!"
Then again, we NEEDED to clean the carpet, sooner or later.
"HOLY HANNAH MONTANA!!!"
Aaaand, the Doofus-Dawg just saved us 40% on a new rug shampoo machine.
"Is that his spleen?!?"
BLECH! Thanks to our family and friends, who insisted on slipping the dog "just a quick taste" under the table, we just experienced our first "belly buster sale."
[cue crickets, chirping]
Can't WAIT to see what I get…next year…stupid Thanksgiving!!!
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Happy Thanksgiving Eve, everyone!!!
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I'm heading into the hospital…erm…having my engine steam cleaned, later this week and meeting with my Gynecol…MECHANIC!…to discuss biopsy…I mean…PERFORMANCE EFFICIENCY DIAGNOSTICS…but, I'll find out more about that, later.
[UPDATE: Diagnostics came back negative and that is SUCH A GOOD THING, REALLY! So, putting my chasis into the shop for fine tuning was a GO for this Wednesday!!!]
What?
Yeah. I'm old. Still. Trust me when I tell you…it's NOT the years honey…it's the mileage…and I've got something REAL special, just for you (yes, YOU!) while I'm gone.
[reaches deep into pockets]
WAIT! Don't go, I promise, it's nothing tooooo graphic or gross (this time) but, kind of, sort of fun actually.
You see, my oldest was reading this year's birthday post (7th one I've written, as a matter of fact) and she dug up some old…VINTAGE!…blog posts from way back in 2003.
You know, when social media meant you were THRILLED just to make it onto someone's blogroll?!?
Ahem.
So, begins the 7 Years of a Mom Blog — a series of republished blog posts I wrote EXACTLY 7 years ago, today.
Keeping score: we had 3 cats, no doofus, kids were 10, 7, 4 and 2 at the time.
7 years ago today: My husband Garth (not his real name) actually considered leaving his wife (that would be me!) ENJOY!!!
I'm heading into the hospital…erm…having my engine steam cleaned, later this week and meeting with my Gynecol…MECHANIC!…to discuss biopsy…I mean…PERFORMANCE EFFICIENCY DIAGNOSTICS…but, I'll find out more about that, later.
[UPDATE: Diagnostics came back negative and that is SUCH A GOOD THING, REALLY! So, putting my chasis into the shop for fine tuning is a GO for today!!!]
What?
Yeah. I'm old. Still. Trust me when I tell you…it's NOT the years honey…it's the mileage…and I've got something REAL special, just for you (yes, YOU!) while I'm gone.
[reaches deep into pockets]
WAIT! Don't go, I promise, it's nothing tooooo graphic or gross (this time) but, kind of, sort of fun actually.
You see, my oldest was reading this year's birthday post (7th one I've written, as a matter of fact) and she dug up some old…VINTAGE!…blog posts from way back in 2003.
You know, when social media meant you were THRILLED just to make it onto someone's blogroll?!?
Ahem.
So, begins the 7 Years of a Mom Blog series of republished blog posts I wrote EXACTLY 7 years ago, today.
Keeping score: we had 3 cats, no doofus, kids were 10, 7, 4 and 2 at the time.
7 years ago today: a blog post written while under the influence of a sleeping aide induced fog…ENJOY!!!
I'm heading into the hospital…erm…having my engine steam cleaned, later this week and meeting with my Gynecol…MECHANIC!…to discuss biopsy…I mean…PERFORMANCE EFFICIENCY DIAGNOSTICS…but, I'll find out more about that, later today.
[11/16: UPDATED TO ADD: Diagnostics came back negative and that is SUCH A GOOD THING, REALLY! So, putting my chasis into the shop for fine tuning is a GO for this Wednesday!!!]
What?
Yeah. I'm old. Still. Trust me when I tell you…it's NOT the years honey…it's the mileage…and I've got something REAL special, just for you (yes, YOU!) while I'm gone.
[reaches deep into pockets]
WAIT! Don't go, I promise, it's nothing tooooo graphic or gross (this time) but, kind of, sort of fun actually.
You see, my oldest was reading this year's birthday post (7th one I've written, as a matter of fact) and she dug up some old…VINTAGE!…blog posts from way back in 2003.
You know, when social media meant you were THRILLED just to make it onto someone's blogroll?!?
Ahem.
So, begins the 7 Years of a Mom Blog — a series of republished blog posts I wrote EXACTLY 7 years ago, today.
Keeping score: we had 3 cats, no doofus, kids were 10, 7, 4 and 2 at the time.
7 years ago today, I had a dream: warning, there is mention of cabana boys, strapless French bikinis and puke may or may not have been involved…ENJOY!!!
This is one of my favorite views this side of Jersey (Bon Jovi lives just across the river, right over there, see him?) I took that pic with my cell phone (yes, my camera is STILL broken) while waiting for my pre-admissions stuff, the other day.
What? The dude sitting next to me took one, too! It really is a beautiful view.
When my oldest daughter was born (nearly 17 years ago, this Friday, ACK!) every expectant mother hoped for a "river view," just like that, from their hospital window.
I was NOT one of those moms.
Nuh-uh, I was a leeee-tull busy at the time. After 17 hours of labor, you coulda put me in a dumpster, I wouldn't have minded, just GET THIS KID OUTTA ME!
"HIYA!"
So, I thought. Back then, they didn't have private post-natal rooms and my roomie was, well, one mother of a P.I.T.A.!!!
"This is my first, too!"
Seriously? I don't remember her name. However, I do recall that Mother Earth told me that she was "breast feeding on demand" (I think she might have even gotten cable on those puppies) while I elected to bottle feed (no flaming, just would have been nice to have similar feeding schedules) and she spoke about two octaves higher than a normal person, which made her even MORE annoying than a lactating wood chipper!
I glanced over her shoulder, out the window and pretended I was anywhere, but here.
"I can't WAIT to have another!"
Then, I puked.
"Oh, you poor thing."
Aaaand, so ended our conversation and any further sympathy, or courtesy I would get from Mother Earth.
She had at least a half a dozen visitors, coming, or going, at any given time and, let me tell you, the LAST thing any new mother needs, especially one who's been ripped through, from top to bottom, by something the size of a watermelon (you're welcome) is a bunch of gooney-goo-goo-eyed strangers asking her, "Sooooo, what did you haaaaaave?"
"A watermelon, I think."
Didn't help that the toilet was on MY side of the room, either.
[FLUSH]
"HIYA, sooooo, what did YOU haaaaaave?"
Aaaand, that's when I lost it.
"BWAHHHHH!"
Long story, short (no, really, you're welcome!) they gave me my own room and, for the next 12 hours, I slept like a baby.
"HIYA!"
[We interrupt this day dream to bring you…death by wood chipper]
I crash landed back and, no, it wasn't Mother Earth (that would be REAL weird, right?) but, it was nice to see my SIL come down to check on me (she happens to work at this hospital) and, well, you gotta love karma, right?
"Great view, isn't it?"
Yeah, it really is (albeit, a little melancholy, this time around) and, even though I am half-passed-too-old and a-quarter-to-menopause (ain't being a woman, grand?) I can't help but feel a little sad that, next time, you know, there REALLY won't be a next time.
"The water looks smooth as glass."
Good thing there was a bathroom, right there, too!
[FLUSH]
Stupid river view.
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My mother's baby sister, Aunt Theresa (holding me) her friend (holding my brother) my dad, my mom and Nagy Mama late spring, 1964.
04/30/52 – 11/02/10
My Aunt Theresa sass'nit up on the dance floor (with me) on my wedding day (August 25, 1990) whose last wish was to be buried in the same awesomely sassy dress, tomorrow.
Until we meet again…save me a dance, my sweet and awesomely sassy Keresztmama (Godmother, in Hungarian) you will be missed, never forgotten and forever loved for ALL your sassyness and more!!!
Forever yours, Sziszike.
Friggin' Diabetes.