tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112603112009-12-11T21:56:59.450-05:00Moms who are trying not to lose their mindsHeather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.comBlogger413125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-30161657416761417122009-04-01T19:15:00.002-04:002009-04-01T19:24:23.220-04:00

In church, we have a "good news minute". That's the time where anybody who has good news can quickly shout it out and share. I almost never share any good news. I have many reasons for this, not the least of which is because I doubt "Hey, I got my pantry organized. GO ME!" is anybody's idea of good news. And I don't like to monopolize the time. I've been told in the past that I talk too much,

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-29985063931766527962008-11-17T19:37:00.002-05:002008-11-17T19:40:04.768-05:00

I don't have ARPKD. I have ADPKD, the adult onset version. But ARPKD really really sucks. Watch this. Do you need a tissue? Yeah. Me too.

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1158008140022904002006-09-11T16:53:00.000-04:002006-09-11T16:55:40.116-04:00

Goodbye Blogger. You have served us well. So many memories, so many tears, so many temporary technical difficulties. We'll miss you. See you over at www.mormonmommywars.com. Thanks for the love!

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1157821553882419242006-09-09T13:05:00.000-04:002006-09-09T13:07:56.896-04:00

Ok, I think we are ready for people to check us out over at our new address: www.mormonmommywars.com. We hope y'all like it! Make a comment here, or make a comment there--either one. We are still in the tweaking stages, but for all intents and purposes, it's all there. Thanks!

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1157746981318098772006-09-08T16:14:00.000-04:002006-09-08T16:23:01.433-04:00

Lose your keys. Search for them for an hour. Get frustrated with the lack of progress of finding keys, knowing you are missing your child's open house for school. Start throwing everything away in a mad fit of cleaning frenzy like the desperate women that you are because you think the stray envelopes on your counter and the messy books on your shelves might be harboring your keys. Call DH and

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1157600901433630802006-09-06T23:07:00.000-04:002006-09-07T20:12:06.006-04:00

NOTE: We are having some technical difficulties, as we slowly make the shift from Blogger to Wordpress. We are hopefully moving there soon, just as quickly as we can get it ready. Until then, well, sorry for some Blogger blips as we import data over to WordPress. But, prepare to be dazzled! Anyway, bear with us. Thanks. The pet saga continues. To recap, we used to have a dog. He bit a

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1157428068630423222006-09-04T23:11:00.000-04:002006-09-05T00:14:46.466-04:00

OK, so today I went up to a cabin of my cousins. Despite what I am going to say in this post, it really was fun, we ate, talked with extended family, etc. etc. However, I have come to a conclusion about myself that I have been flirting with for quite a while. I hate nature. We walked over to the lake to give our kids a canoe ride, and while on the path to the lake, we passed two MOOSE - yes

The Wizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07809035401445888720noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1157402990091604222006-09-04T15:56:00.000-04:002006-09-06T23:05:44.030-04:00

There has been some talk lately about housewife slug and drudgery, slobs and slovenliness, gross and grotyness. I've yet to meet a woman who says, "My house is clean all the time. I love it." Ok, so I have met one, but she's a little nuts, so we can't count her. And if you can say your house is clean all the time because you pay somebody else to clean it, well, happy day for you, but you

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1157211504373932652006-09-02T11:22:00.000-04:002006-09-02T11:39:02.520-04:00

He came, he dumped, he left. Phew. It wasn't a hurricane by any means, but boy, it sure was the worst weather I have ever seen in my entire life. I foolishly took a trip to Target in the middle of the day, and after having to drive through roads that were so full of water it almost buried my car's wheels, I thought, "I hope I make it home. What happens if my car starts to float?" Trees were

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1157031553002328822006-08-31T09:27:00.000-04:002006-08-31T09:42:35.646-04:00

Moms, be afraid. Be very afraid....

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156953783985233352006-08-30T11:56:00.000-04:002006-08-30T12:25:59.683-04:00

It's not me who is on bed rest, everybody. I just wanted to say that up front, lest y'all think some kind of miracle has happened. It's my friend who is confined to her cushy prison. She is expecting twins in November, and her doctor has ordered very strict bedrest--flat on her back, basically. She can be up in a semi-reclined position for short periods of time. She can get up to pee, and,

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156878762109943602006-08-29T14:45:00.000-04:002006-08-29T15:43:39.670-04:00

I have been reading with delight, the Wiz's posts on Toddler-man's adventures in Pottyland and the carnage of Spiderman and Sponge Bob he is leaving behind. Of course, I read these posts with the smug assumption that I had crawled out of the rabbit hole and was no longer in Pottyland. Oh how wrong I was. Not only am I still in Pottyland, but I have discovered that boys and girls really are

jamisuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11799659973280013214noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156789239729440872006-08-28T14:15:00.000-04:002006-08-28T14:21:05.296-04:00

Ok, so when I met these twins, and asked their names, and was told Warner and Maddox, I was really surprised that I had to ask which one was which. I figured (ignorantly, I guess) that once I knew their names, I would know which one is the boy and which one is the girl. Warner is the girl, and Maddox is the boy. Most of you were right. I would have guessed the other way around, but I wasn't

The Wizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07809035401445888720noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156712995816027132006-08-27T17:09:00.000-04:002006-08-27T17:11:11.900-04:00

Ok, I recently met a set of boy/girl twins who were named Warner and Maddox. Go on, guess which one is the boy and which one is the girl!

The Wizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07809035401445888720noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156545417459483912006-08-25T17:40:00.000-04:002006-08-26T11:52:56.666-04:00

We had some friends come visit us this week. I've known them for a long, long time, and it was fun to have them in our new house, etc. But I was surprised to discover an area of life where we seem to have little in common: food. Now, I am not a food Nazi. But having PKD means that I have to watch some of the things I eat, mainly sodium and hydrogenated oil. I also can't have caffeine, or

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156454017839633002006-08-24T16:59:00.000-04:002006-08-24T17:13:38.000-04:00

Ok, so Jamisue posted before we could welcome her to the front lines! Welcome to Jamisue, our newest poster. As a sort of intro, I will tell you that she is the mother of two astonishingly cute children, she works full time as a lawyer, (We now have a lawyer on our blog! Does that make us officially part of the Bloggernacle dark side?) and always adds extra M&M's to her trail mix. We are

The Wizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07809035401445888720noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156385680613767662006-08-23T21:46:00.000-04:002006-08-23T22:14:40.703-04:00

Did you know those were the words in the song, "You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile?" I just learned them this week as J has gotten into the whole "Annie" phenomenon. Yea for me. I now can sing along to the repetitive record in my head instead of just humming, "Hey, hmm hmm hmm, hey dodeedo, you both got your dumdedumdedum...." Now, not knowing the lyrics to a show tune is not usually

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156354798179131142006-08-23T13:12:00.000-04:002006-08-23T13:39:58.583-04:00

My daughter has learned an invaluable lesson. She has learned that she can fake her way through a piano lesson without having to practice, based on smarts, luck, and the fact that she's still a beginner and the lessons are still fairly easy. I don't want her to think she can go through life sailing by unprepared. I also don't want her to think she's stupid and needs to spend hours at the

The Wizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07809035401445888720noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156213309615130212006-08-21T22:00:00.000-04:002006-08-21T22:23:42.090-04:00

DH once asked his sister, while I was standing right next to him,"So, what do you think of my wife?" My SIL, generous soul that she is, said, "I think she's a with it, happenin', cool kinda gal." Really, what is she supposed to say to my face? "Actually, brother, I think your wife is a total dolt, and I'm feeling rather sorry for you that you are saddled to such a bonehead for eternity."

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156205514617442492006-08-21T20:00:00.000-04:002006-08-21T20:11:54.700-04:00

Today was the first day my son voluntarily got up from what he was doing, went into the bathroom, and made magic happen. Yee-Haaa! He has yet to tell me when he needs to go, so I'm a little wary about venturing into public without him being swathed in large amounts of plastic, and as I am typing this, excited about potty training success, he just pooped into his new underwear. Crap. One step

The Wizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07809035401445888720noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156121791672512372006-08-20T19:36:00.000-04:002006-08-20T20:56:31.846-04:00

Ok, so they really were sunflowers after all. This is the view from my dining room window. Gotta love it.

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156115846756745882006-08-20T18:55:00.000-04:002006-08-20T19:20:57.700-04:00

I'm so not a fashion queen. Trust me. One thing I like about the temple is that fashion is not a part of it. At all. Everybody wears white--how can you go wrong with that? Well, apparantly, you can. I went to the temple yesterday, and at the end of the ceremony, when I handed my little pink slip of a name to the temple worker, I was stunned at what I saw. No joke, this lady was sporting

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1156033420733146792006-08-19T20:17:00.000-04:002006-08-19T20:23:40.883-04:00

My oldest is giving a talk in Primary tomorrow. Here is what she's saying - spelling errors and all: Today I am going to talk about the stoy Lehi Left Jerusalem. When God told Lehi that Jerusallem was going to be dushoed and that he will have to take his family out of Jerusalem and thats what did and he did it without comeplanening. That shoses us that God tells us to do something we shood do

The Wizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07809035401445888720noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1155914501299284692006-08-18T10:44:00.000-04:002006-08-18T12:14:28.846-04:00

This post does have a happy ending. It could have had a bad ending, and it came awfully close to being likethis story, but, thankfully, everything was ok. I just want to say that at the outset, because the last time I told somebody a suspenseful story about my son, she yelled at me for stopping her heart in her youth. Ok, so lately, I've been REALLY tired. A friend and I have formed a running

Heather O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294085512048242495noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11260311.post-1155846778292019942006-08-17T16:30:00.000-04:002006-08-17T16:32:58.433-04:00

I just have to say that my friend called me today saying "I'm in your neighborhood and I'm getting some lunch. Can I bring you something?" And she brought me lunch! Holy Cow! What are the odds?

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