Since Heather apparently can’t do resolutions, I guess I’ll carry the torch around here.  I have grown to love them, as long as you follow The Rules:

1. Very few resolutions.  One is great. (more…)

So I’m not much of a resolution gal. I’ve tried it in the past, but have never really been able to stick to what I resolve. One year, early in our marriage, DH and I even sat down with pen and paper, wrote out our goals, and put them on the fridge, because nothing says, “LOOKIT ME!” like a big piece of paper staring at you every time you go foraging for food. But even those goals faded into the background of the other clutter on the fridge, and I think midway through the year I tossed it in a clutter-purging frenzy. So you know it’s bad when by May, your resolutions are relegated to being trash. (more…)

You know, say what you want about the heat around here, but heat does not cause cars to skid off the road, subways to freeze, trapping people overnight in a cold, crowded car, and airports to shut down, leaving people stranded and without food.

I am supposed to be on a plane right now headed to NYC with my daughter, and while there were tears when we learned of the cancellation, I am grateful to be in a place where I am safe, warm, and where I can get in my car and drive anywhere I would want to go. For those of you on the east coast, just know I am thinking about you, and hope you are in a place with power, warmth, and food.

From all of us here at Mormon Mommy Wars to you and yours, we wish you a blessed Christmas!

Lesson #1 - If your dish sucks, simply refuse to serve it - that way, you can’t be up for elimination, especially if all you’ve cooked for elimination in the last 3 weeks is a bowl of tomato soup. (more…)

Seriously, you should see the state of my children’s rooms.  It’s not pretty.

I remember the day:  24 January 2010.  I remember the lesson:  The Love of God by
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf.  I remember exactly what I said:  Sisters, I hope you will listen to what God has to say to you this week.   And I remember what I felt and “heard” within 24 hours of uttering those fateful words:  You need to have another baby.  (more…)

You know that maybe you have too much on your mind when you are supposed to be driving to your son’s school for his Christmas party and you end up at the grocery store. When you get there, you still can’t quite figure out why you’re there until you look down and see the chopped pineapple on the seat that you were supposed to provide for the ‘Yogurt bar’ and realize that your little detour is now going to make you 10 minutes late for the party. (more…)

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Ah, a real challenge.  No products to push. (Use this blender…)  No “microwaves only”.  Just…cook fabulous food in fabulous restaurants inspired by fabulous chefs. Go!  So nice to see that this early in the game. (more…)

I went to book group tonight, and was shocked to discover that NOT ONE of the women there had ever heard of, much less read, From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. And these are women who are well read. But how can ANYBODY have gotten through childhood without reading this book? So here’s my questions:

1)Have you heard of it?
2) Have you read it?
3) Did you like it?

And if you haven’t read it, for heaven’s SAKE get yourself to a library, woman!

1. Waking up in the middle of the night, only to discover I have hours before I have to wake up.  It’s like “miles to go before I sleep” in reverse.    It’s awesome.

2. Long stretches combined with a yawn.   NICE. (more…)

Sometimes I’m embarrassed that I blog.

Sometimes I read other people’s blog, and I think, “Wow, this woman ROCKS! I want to be just like her! I’m going to write an awesome post RIGHT NOW!” and I feel cool that I have a blog that has been going for a long time, even if I haven’t really figured out how to make money off of it.

But then I get caught up in it all, reading and posting and reading and posting, and then I find myself starting actual real life conversations with, “Hey, I was reading this blog the other day”and then I realize that no matter how hip your audience is, it would be MUCH hipper to say something like, “Hey, I was reading the New York Times the other day” because then you don’t sound so much like a woman who is known to maybe occasionally sit in her jammies eating ice-cream right out of the carton with your 3 year old while you both watch The Backyardigans.

Except the only time I read the NYT is if somebody links to an article on facebook. And then, only if it’s about puppies. (more…)

This evening, as J was whining about how much he hates that his 3 year old sister gets away with stuff just because she’s three, I said, “So basically, you’re saying that you want me to barricade her in her room and not let her come out until she’s 15.”

J looked thoughtful and said, “That would indeed be awesome.” (more…)

Just sayin’.

Whine, whine, whine.  I have to help Spike/Tiffani make a snack, and I haaate helping and group challenges.  Oh, wait, that wasn’t everyone …mostly Jaime.  She whined about that last episode too. (remember the apples)  She is happiest when working alone.

Whine, whine, whine, I didn’t listen to Colicchio when he said “meat only” and since I don’t know the difinition of ‘carnivore’ I feel lied to. Oh, wait….that wasn’t everyone either….but still, it was not misrepresented.  You picked meat.  Now cut up some bacon and serve it to the little “brats.”  (What’s up with them hating on the kids?  Because kids prefer nuggets to gnocchi?)  (more…)

I admit I can’t remember ever being more excited for a television event, and was worried that last night couldn’t live up to my expectations. 

It was awesome.

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