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And then the brownies exploded

I invited a friend over for Sunday dinner the other day, which meant that after we got home from church, we went into full company mode. My 6 year old was ordered to clean the playroom, my husband was relegated to the grill to smoke the salmon (yes, it was a good as it sounds), [...]

Compassion

The other day, I went walking with a friend. I love exercising with other women. You find out the most interesting stuff about them that way.

Article discussion:Keeping Attendance

Yesterday, I left my husband in charge of the kids, and went to church early for choir practice. When choir was over, I sat down in a pew, saving it for my family. At 9:00, when the meeting started, I was still sitting solo in the pew. 9:15 came and went, and I found myself [...]

Ninja footwear

I bought my 6 year old some green sweats from Walmart–$5 bucks a pop. He tried them on, and said, “I’m a green ninja!” and ran outside to show off his ninja moves. (Have I mentioned how much I love 6 year olds? I mean, how much longer will a pair of sweats make a [...]

Why the cannery makes me think of puppies, and other deep thoughts

I am the ward Temporal Prepardness person, which means I go to the cannery. A lot. I am on a first name basis with the guy who runs it. The last time I went, which was yesterday, I picked up 229 empty cans, corresponding metal and plastic lids, oxygen absorbers, and about 100 lbs of [...]

GUEST POST: Emily Watts–Accomplishing Something

Today’s guest post comes from Emily Watts, acclaimed author of Being the Mom. You can find more of Emily’s writings at her own blog and at Light Refreshments Served. Emily has 5 children and 2 grandchildren. Welcome to Segullah, Emily! Thanks for being here. I have heard horror stories about mothers-in-law. I have friends who [...]

Article Discussion: Names

I happily took my husband’s name when we married. Well, before even. I set up my login at grad school to include the “o” as my last name well before he got down on one knee. I dreamily wrote my full name out in loopy letters in my journal, just like every happy bride is [...]

Prince Caspian, or I don’t remember conquistadors in Narnia

On Memorial Day, we did our patriotic duty and supported our economy by blowing a ridiculous amount of money at the movie theater. We debated between Prince Caspian, or Indiana Jones. In the end, the realization that Indiana Jones’ PG-13 rating practically screams “YOUR 6 YEAR OLD WILL HAVE NIGHTMARES IF HE SEES THIS” won [...]

Fighting with a six year old

Dh and I got in a fight last weekend. A real doozie. And it lasted longer than a day. Let me first say that this is not normal for us. We don’t fight, or not that often, anyway. And when we do fight, it’s often short lived, about stupid things, and, although I hate to [...]

Having it all

Yesterday in book group, we were discussing Jane Austen’s “Emma”. I said, “Are we supposed to like Emma? I mean, it is hard to like somebody who already has everything.” A woman in the group said to me, “You’re one to talk.” I was taken aback. What? What is she saying? Does she think I [...]

Promises, promises

I just saw a commercial for Old Navy where everything shimmers. I guess they are introducing a metallic sort of line, or something, but it’s a sort of new age commercial that leaves those of us who are inherently style channeled just a bit confused. But the one thing I was VERY clear on was [...]

Article discussion: Keeping my Passport, or Sorry, you’re stuck, sister!

This is how I interpret the essay Keeping my Passport, by Lee Ann Setzer. Life is tough, and you gotta stick with it.

Why yes I’m happy to donate, or HA HA, now it’s YOURS, suckers!

Almost every week we get a little envelope with a bag in our mailbox. This envelope has some kind of charity listed on the front, with a plea for donations of knick knacks, clothing, what have you to help the vets, the children, the starving of the world. This week, in true Fly Lady fashion, [...]

Blessings on the food

I hate ants. With a passion. Growing up in Southern California, our home was plagued with them, and it drove me crazy. There is nothing worse than pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, adding milk, and watching ant corpses bob to the surface. It was enough to make an 8 year old who loves her [...]

Relief Society arms

I’ve got them.  Yes, yes I do. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, try this experiment.  While wearing a short sleeve shirt, stand in front of a large mirror, and pretend you are conducting a choir.  Or trying to fly away.  If it looks like your flappers could actually generate enough wind speed [...]

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