My sister in law called the other day. We were discussing Christmas plans, and since, you know, the economy is collapsing at our feet, and airline travel totally sucks, we were trying to think of alternate scenarios that did NOT involve me and my dearest eternal companion lugging 2 children and a bazillion pieces of luggage burstin’ with swag across the country on crowded and quickly going bankrupt so they give you jack-squat airlines. She suggested that we all buy our own meal at a fancy restaurant, and have Grandma babysit all the kids. (more…)

Ubercool. That man can read the white pages and I would still feel the spirit. What an awesome talk last night. Simply awesome. Anybody else catch it?

You know I write this stuff just to make y’all feel better that you are not as lame a parent as I am. (more…)

I’m in quite the ‘whatever’ mood today.  Come to think of it, I was there yesterday too.  So let’s dial back the clock, shall we?  Back to a time when I was 15.  Ah….15.

Once upon a time my sister had a boyfriend and he had a best friend.  They were at our house a lot, because well, boyfriends are like that.  Whatever. (more…)

My first memory associated with bras is my friend’s dad calling them “Boobie Flopper Stoppers” and “Over the Shoulder Boulder Holders”. All I knew was my head could fit in one cup of my mom’s bra and it never seemed to fulfill it’s role for her in the gravity-defying department. To round out the embarrassment of that, I recently found my son with one of my bras on his head and it fit. Genetics. They can sting. Thank goodness for Wacoal. (more…)

Why is Kenley still there?  She can mouth off to Tim and the judges and make a completely inappropriate, ill-fitting outfit, plus make fun of other designers on the runway (all the laughter in previous episodes) and NOT get auf’d?  I smell a rat. (more…)

So lately, my calling has been kind of demanding. You wouldn’t think it, but being the emergency prep guru can get kind of stressful. (more…)

She sprained her tail.

Yeah, she’s not that bright.

Nems is a magical place.  It has 200 rock climbing walls.  There are as many dogs as you want.  It’s very accomodating, adjusting to fit your needs as they develop.  Plus roller coasters.  Lots and lots of roller coasters. (more…)

On Thursday, no appointment, no arrangement, bee in my bonnet, I camped out at my bishop’s office door. In all fairness, I did email to warn him- it’s time for my Recommend. We have been dancing around this for years now, and this week was my personal Appomattox. For no reason in particular, it was time. And when I say it was time, I meant now.

At 9:33 on Thursday night, I left the Stake Presidents office with a bright, shiny, signed living endowment recommend and a two-year, bar-coded, bona fide Temple Recommend. (more…)

Okay, the rice that is dug into the grooves between the planks of my hardwood floor? It’s there because I was on an important phone call to the bank the other day, and felt that the relative silence that ensued while my toddler happily filled my running shoes with rice was worth the clean up. And yes, my shoes were in the hallway, and yes, my dried food storage rice was in the pantry. In the kitchen. Around the corner. In doing a massive sweep/vacuum of my hallway and kitchen, clearly I missed a few grains. (more…)

OK!  Blog fixed!  For the record, it was SO NOT MY FAULT! Our internet provider was having issues, and those issues were causing Akismet to fail, so I spent much of today deleting some of the nastiest spam I have ever seen. But it does seem to be that most of you couldn’t access the blog anyway, so that’s good, I guess. 

BUT…all is well now…so keep your fingers crossed, and let me tell you what happened when I got my haircut yesterday. (more…)

guest post by Sue, who blogs here.

My husband thinks it’s totally hilarious that I’m trying to recap Project Runway.  I don’t know what his deal is.  I mean, I’m TOTALLY KNOWN for my fashion sense and personal style. Oh.  WAIT.

Here is what I know about fashion:    

• Do not wear capris and knee socks unless you have no other choice.
• It’s good to wear something on the top, and then also, on the bottom.
• Nylons and sandals are usually wrong.

I don’t know what my husband is talking about, I’m totally qualified for this post.

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The girls over at Segullah have published one! Well, Deseret Book actually published it, but it is written by the women at Segullah, edited by our fearless leader, Kathy Soper, and made beautiful by, um, well, I don’t know who actually did the photos, but they are very pretty. It’s called The Mother in Me. There is a GREAT review of the book here. It’s not a parenting book, really. It’s a book written by mothers, for mothers, and um, there might even be an essay in there written by somebody you know. Who blogs a lot. Here. At MMW. Okay okay, it’s ME! I wrote one of the essays, so you know you have to buy it now, just so you can point to my picture and say, “I know her!” Which, if you don’t actually know me in real life, might be slightly creepy, but since I probably won’t be around to hear it, well, I just may let it slide.

You can also find more info here.

Thanks everybody, and happy Wednesday!

This is a guest post by ddrplant.

Tonight, I hate parenting books. All of them. (more…)

CERT= Community Emergency Response Team.

I am officially a member of such a team.

It’s wasn’t a noble gesture on my part. It was an accident. (more…)

I found myself walking into the ER carrying a small child today at 11:00. By noon (I kid you not) I was walking out again.

And it was NOT because I was ticked at the medical personnel, and I was off in search of other treatment. It was because we were done. (more…)

Christian Bale was never entirely shirtless. (more…)

I’ve been instructed that I have to go to Chicago next week and I am NOT happy about it.  In fact, I’m really peeved!  Before anyone gets offended, my peevish demeanor comes not from the city itself, but from what will occur at home next week in my absence. (more…)