tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12425190336895655042024-03-13T09:37:31.180-06:00The clanHeidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-34349040430675900252011-12-01T15:18:00.003-07:002011-12-01T15:41:14.040-07:00SunshineBefore <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Brohlen</span> was born, it had been a year since Mattie was diagnosed with diabetes, and she recently was diagnosed with epilepsy.<br /><br />I was in my last trimester with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brohlen</span>, and of course very LARGE... and it was in July so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">extremely</span> HOT. Mattie had seized and the night before Kevin was at a card game, so he was passed out on the couch. I grabbed Mattie in my arms and with Callie's help we managed to get her in the van and up to the hospital.<br /><br />At the time, it didn't seem like a big deal, he went and had fun and is sleeping, however, I should never have to rely so much on my children to help me in that way. Callie (7) at the time, had to help me get my shoes on, since I was nice and plump, she had to put herself in the doorway so that Mattie would hit her head. I almost dropped her and I remember Callie running and tripped on the stairs to get to both of us.<br /><br />Neither one of us cried at that time, we were so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">focused</span> on getting Mattie to the hospital. Callie sat in the back with Mattie, both of us singing "You are my Sunshine" that's Mattie's favorite song. I have sang that song to her since she was in my belly, and when she seizes she is so calm when I sing that song to her. Now, I have no singing voice, I really sound horrible, but for some reason she like when I sing to her.<br /><br />When we got the ER, Callie ran in the building telling them we need help and by the time the nurses got out to me, my plumpness and Mattie were on the ground. I felt pretty stupid, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">geez</span> I am pregnant and trying so hard to carry Mattie who was 7.<br /><br />So, we get Mattie in and they are running blood test and took her to a CT Scan, Callie and I finally looked at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">each other</span> and started to cry. She said "mom, I thought you both were going to die, when you almost fell" she is so sweet. Callie and I sat and cried for a good hour before they brought Mattie back into the room. All was well and I opted to take her home.<br /><br />We got home and at this point it is well into the day, we left early in the morning and got home about 3 or so in the afternoon. Kevin was lounged on the couch and had no clue what had happened or where we were. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hmmmm</span>, you would have thought I would have seen it all then. Well I did see it, but just had a lot of hope that we could still work it out and keep our family.<br /><br />I knew he drank, but I didn't think it would ever get out of control. I can see now why some woman or men stay in those relationships, however, I hope they see their worth and the worth of their kids before its too late.<br /><br />My kids are my SUNSHINE, forever and always. I still see the very best in people, see the best in situations. I will see the sunshine in myself and my kids.Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-62507193474040459052011-11-22T15:43:00.002-07:002011-11-22T16:04:00.234-07:00New<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oqjIPtljXs/TswlyhFVshI/AAAAAAAAAWw/e2X8oGPIVPA/s1600/turkey.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677954780011803154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1oqjIPtljXs/TswlyhFVshI/AAAAAAAAAWw/e2X8oGPIVPA/s320/turkey.gif" border="0" /></a> I knew Kevin drank, it wasn't bad at the time, he would have a beer or a whiskey <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">some days</span>, then when the missionaries came along he quit. Just quit cold turkey... I was so shocked, he seemed to have much more in life than the alcohol, like the kids and I were so important.<br /><br />Now, for me... it doesn't matter if he drank or smoked or even that he didn't go to church. Yes, it would have been wonderful for him to come every Sunday and help me out, or to not have to worry about the smell of the smoke or his drinking. But, I really accepted him for everything he was, I loved him for the hard work he did and for the man I could see him trying to be. I know that when we love someone we love them for ALL the BAD, the GOOD and the hardest of times, you try your hardest to help them succeed. So, I was not about to tell him how to live his life, or that he needed to do what I wanted him to do.<br /><br />Some days I would cry in church seeing all these cute families and the daddy's taking the silly kids out in the hall, or helping to break up a fight between the kids, or even just putting his arm around his wife. I would never take those small things for granted. But I went and made it my own, and knew maybe someday...<br /><br />But then something happened, he started to have a whiskey or two or three... <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">every night</span>. I would take him and his brother to poker games or to the bar, and I would have to pick them up at or around 2am, that way I knew he was safe. I am not sure if I did it to make him happy, afraid of what he would do, or If I really was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OK</span> with it. Maybe I enabled him too much, gave him to many windows and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">opportunities</span> to drink and do what ever? not sure... guess it doesn't really matter now.<br /><br />Sometimes when I would pick him up he was nice, and others not so nice. He never hit me at this point, just was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">verbally</span> abusive. Yelled at me for the way I drove, or the way I looked at 2 in the morning, like I was supposed to look like a MOVIE STAR? made me feel very self <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">conscience</span> of myself. I just sat and ignored him, but the more times you hear it the more you dwell on it. Then it got to the point that I would have to get ready before I picked him up, maybe that would make him happier and when he came home I wouldn't be afraid of the yelling and waking the kids up.<br /><br />My heart is still so heavy, so many scars to have to heal, so angry that I even have to try and heal these wounds. Here it is now right before Thanksgiving, one of my worst holidays... way too much food, and every one expecting me to EAT more than I can. And yet, I am angry and I should be thankful.<br /><br />I do know that there are MANY, MANY things that I am thankful for, I see it in my kids, my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">strength</span>, family and friends. I will keep smiling and keep my head high, for I know My true WORTH.Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-80952194902833859712011-11-09T14:35:00.004-07:002011-11-09T16:26:57.994-07:00Humpty Dumpty<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oC-2Yq99GFs/Trr61mAh-yI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zvMmOK7htdg/s1600/pbhumptydumpty.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673122479269346082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oC-2Yq99GFs/Trr61mAh-yI/AAAAAAAAAWk/zvMmOK7htdg/s200/pbhumptydumpty.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div>There are so many days when I really feel Heavenly Father lift my feet off the bed, help me stand tall and put a smile on my face. Most of the time I just want to cry and cry some more, but my faith and my family hold me all together. Sometimes I feel like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">humpty</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dumpty</span> and I can't get put back together again.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Although, I do know that in time all wounds heal, but some of those scars that we have may never fully recover. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I don't know when my eating disorder started.... but it got pretty bad after I had Mattie. Something just clicked and I just didn't eat. So many times I would go back and forth and say "yes, I do have one" or "no I don't, I am just fine" then I would look in the mirror and say "oh my gosh... how did I get like this" </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I always distorted my image, always saw something else. It was like a costume I put on everyday, not sure if it was going to be the good one or a bad one, a blimp or just a normal person. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>In my counseling sessions I met some interesting friends and learned lots of tricks... </div><br /><div>I used to ALWAYS use a thick cup, not a glass one had to be a solid cup. That way I could spit my food in my cup, and then say "oh I need more water" then dump it out and rinse the cup or just spit it into my napkin carefully. If you drink 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tbls</span> of vinegar before you eat, you will eat a lot less... </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, when Aaron (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Matties</span> dad) and I were married, he tried his best to help, but I don't think at the time I was ready to. I was in control of my self and no one could tell me no or what to do. I was a stay at home mom and kept so busy..... I love to clean, if I am cleaning then I will be too busy to think about eating. We decided we weren't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ment</span> to be and it was a peaceful divorce and we still are very good friends. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>*** He did tell me this though, "Heidi I know you love Mattie more than anything, so I know you will do the right thing and get better for her, if you don't I will get custody of her" So, I did... I struggled everyday but I did it... I was still in control and I was eating and my beautiful daughter was growing and healthy and sweet. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>When did it fall apart? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hmmm</span>, I don't know if it ever was fully intact or if it can be for some people. A lot of eating disorders are a control issues, or just low self esteem. I do know that I try everyday to eat and eat something healthy.. my friends at work watch over me all the time and remind me to eat. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Some days when I eat, I feel so guilty and gross... my teeth feel <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ick</span> and my mouth just doesn't like it, so I do skip meals, however, I always make sure my kids see me eat. Today, has been a good day, eating lunch was good and I feel good. </div></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-90723995815270932902011-11-08T10:29:00.004-07:002011-11-08T11:52:45.167-07:00My storyI haven't blogged in so long, sorry for that. I just recently talked on the phone with this counselor and he mentioned to me to write, write it all down. Get it out there and off my mind and out of my mind. There is so much, I don't know where to begin, some people knew lots of my story and some knew nothing about me really.<br /><br />Kevin and I had been together 10 years and married 6 years.. he is charming, and spontaneous. He has a bad boy kind of vibe to him, with a sweet personality. On June 6Th. 2005 we decided to join our families and be one... so I became Mrs. Heidi Rogers, we celebrated with our kids and a nice dinner.<br /><br />In the meantime, two sweet missionaries came to our door and I wasn't interested and about to shut the door; Kev said he was interested and so they had a discussion in our front room. Kevin and Mattie listened in on the talk and I just was a big bumpy prego going about my chores. Yep, kind of like Cinderella... but with a big ol belly that got in the way at times.<br /><br />The missionaries came several more times and the more they came the more I got involved as well. We started praying as a family and doing family home evening and yep.... we went to church. I thought the walls would cave in on me, but nope. We were all accepted in with open and happy hearts.<br /><br /><br />Kevin and I were looking for a new house to help fit our family that was growing... we found a nice cute house in a cul-de-sac and right next to the Jr. High and Elementary schools. We were so excited it would be so easy for Mattie and Brohlen. We loved our house, we did a lot of fixing up in the yard and in the house. We had a trampoline, swing set, four happy kids, and life was good.<br /><br /><br />On the outside we all looked so happy, we looked like we had the perfect marriage, we had it all.<br /><br /><p>It amazes me how we can see people everyday, either a friend, or neighbor, or just pass by someone in the store and have no idea what they are REALLY going through. </p><br /><p>My story isn't always a happy one, but its mine and I am ready to share all those fires I have walked through and the egg shells I have had to carefully walk on to not crack it. </p><br /><p>My journey through anorexia, single young mom, abusive relationship and now a single OLD (hehe) mom, begins tomorrow.<br /></p>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-18144460775082736452010-02-01T07:32:00.002-07:002010-02-01T07:45:42.770-07:00I cooked!!Kev and I have a sort of set rule....<br /><br />He cooks and I clean. He is not <span style="font-size:130%;">ALLOWED</span> to do the laundry, everything turns out bleached, he doesn't clean because I usually have it done. He does help though...<br /><br />Kevin is a really good cook, he is creative and he loves when the kids help him too, but his little draw back is <span style="font-size:180%;">EVERY MEAL IS MEAT & POTATOES, UGH!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />I know I shouldn't be complaining, because at least he cooks. When Kev is not home to cook than my kids have cereal or frozen pizza's, ya know easy stuff. This is because food is BORING, and I can't touch the meat. It seriously makes me sick. The smell, the texture <span style="font-size:180%;">ALL OF IT! BLAH.</span><br /><br />So, Kev has had to work 10 hour days, and than had to work Saturday and Sunday. So, guess what???<br /><br />I actually cooked dinner for him. <span style="font-size:180%;">NOPE</span> it wasn't frozen pizza or sloppy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Joe's</span>....<br /><br />I made steaks and mashed potatoes with gravy and rolls. Then I made Chicken w/cheesy noodles and salad.<br /><br />Guess what else??<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">They ALL liked it!!</span><br /><br />This doesn't mean I am ALWAYS going to cook, it just goes to show when you really want to do something you just do it.<br /><br />Another good thing is, I teach dance at Dance Image Studios. On Friday we performed at the Utah Jazz game and did a fabulous job. Kev and the kids were there and we got to go to the Jazz game and have lots of fun. It's good to be back into dance, I didn't know how much I missed it until now. Although, I am not home a lot but, I enjoy it and the girls are so much fun.Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-14319412903344168822010-01-27T07:18:00.003-07:002010-01-27T07:28:46.749-07:00{ OUR SeCrEt }I have a secret that I will share with you....I know that your not supposed to tell secrets, but this is too cute to not say. Kevin and Mattie don't even know!!<br /><br />Since I went back to teaching dance, I usually don't get home til late. My sweet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Brohlen</span> waits up for me to get home.<br /><br />Any one that knows me knows<span style="font-size:180%;"> I LOVE TREATS</span>, cupcakes, candy bar, ice cream, any fun treat you can think of <span style="font-size:180%;">I LOVE IT!!</span><br /><br />So, since <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brohlen</span> is usually awake on my late nights, him and I share a small <span style="font-size:130%;">SECRET</span>. We get a treat <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">whether</span> it's crackers and cheese, apples, chocolate, cupcake, ice cream, carrots and ranch... you get the picture.<br /><br />Yep, him and I sneak a treat and than we <span style="font-size:180%;">EAT IT</span> in his room and giggle, that no one knows our little secret. He makes me laugh because he just giggles and thinks it's the best thing in the world.<br /><br />The other night I came home and he ran down gave me a <span style="font-size:180%;">HUGE (((HUG)))</span> and couldn't wait to show me what he had in his bedroom. We sneak upstairs and under the covers was....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">HOLY <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">MOLY</span> TREATS</span>.. I think he had every kind of treat we had in our house, he had:<br />A <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Twinkie</span>,<br />Crackers,<br />Apple,<br />a bag full of our bite sized candy bars,<br />the box of Toaster Strudels,<br />Pop Tart,<br />He cracks me up he said " We can only have one bite of each treat"<br /><br />NO, we did not eat those. We had crackers with some pepper jack cheese, brushed our teeth and went to bed. I am so thankful these times and these <span style="font-size:130%;">SECRETS</span> we share.<br /><br />I know that I will never forget them and neither will he, and maybe one day when he is like 30 he can have a <span style="font-size:130%;">SECRET</span> with one of his kids.Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-49396146366027228142010-01-17T22:56:00.003-07:002010-01-17T23:10:54.501-07:00I really need to getting blogging more often.. I love seeing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every ones</span> blogs and their cute families, and all the fun stuff every one has been up too.<br /><br /><br />We had a good <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Christmas</span>! This year we decided not to do a BIG <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">xmas</span>. Growing up I had a HUGE x-mas, there were presents galore, and when I had my kids, I thought <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> the way it was supposed to be.<br /><br /><br />Well, it's not... or at least it doesn't have to be. We cut back, and I am so proud of my kids. ALL of them were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">extremely</span> grateful for FAMILY and for the presents that they did get. I am really blessed to have them in.<br /><br /><br />Mattie is doing much better, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">YEAHHH</span> although we are in puberty stage and that does mess w/her blood sugars, and we do have unexpected highs and lows.. but, with lots of testing and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">care full</span> planning we are managing very well.<br /><br /><br />I usually NEVER set New Years Resolutions, it is hard to set something because than you want it more. But, this year... I really want to keep a journal as well as blog more. I love that I can write or say what I need to and then it's off my chest or get advice!!<br /><br /><br />We will see how it goes! Here are some pic's of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">fam</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/S1P6lEWjb6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/gIB9aNmweq0/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427957490642022306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/S1P6lEWjb6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/gIB9aNmweq0/s320/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/S1P6kImA_OI/AAAAAAAAAVY/q3Dh5cID8uQ/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427957474600746210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/S1P6kImA_OI/AAAAAAAAAVY/q3Dh5cID8uQ/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/S1P6k1QJKLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xIzMYYs3RlI/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427957486588602546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/S1P6k1QJKLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xIzMYYs3RlI/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/S1P6kU4admI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WBCKKo0xvoQ/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427957477899138658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/S1P6kU4admI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WBCKKo0xvoQ/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-82573074596644884842009-10-27T20:44:00.003-06:002009-10-27T20:53:44.001-06:00Halloween Party<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexXmGha0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s1PvELcPEls/s1600-h/Picture+414.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397477697349839682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexXmGha0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/s1PvELcPEls/s320/Picture+414.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our witch's BREW<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexXYa_ZiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mg8MSwB79cU/s1600-h/Picture+421.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397477693677594146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexXYa_ZiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/mg8MSwB79cU/s320/Picture+421.jpg" border="0" /></a>My decorated table<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexW4B38cI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wMoVWuKyHSw/s1600-h/Picture+410.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397477684982313410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexW4B38cI/AAAAAAAAAVA/wMoVWuKyHSw/s320/Picture+410.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our finger food!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexWtPtZYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dzj3NWN2qxI/s1600-h/Picture+409.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397477682087552386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexWtPtZYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dzj3NWN2qxI/s320/Picture+409.jpg" border="0" /></a>The cutest girls!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexVg21_MI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Fi52DRCVmxw/s1600-h/Picture+407.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397477661582163138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SuexVg21_MI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Fi52DRCVmxw/s320/Picture+407.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bloody cups!<br /><br /><div>Mattie's Halloween Party was a blast...</div><div>We had so much fun. We played Ghost in the Graveyard and Light as a Feather Stiff as a Board, as well as a vampire game. We had a fashion show, and costume contest, scary movie, and scary and gory things to eat...</div>Kevin got us a fog machine,</div><div>and it made our house even SCARIER!!<br /><div>The girls were so much fun, we really had a good time.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-61131069337493307652009-10-21T07:28:00.002-06:002009-10-21T07:34:47.072-06:00Inhale and ExhaleWhen did my kids grow up??<br /><br />Where have I been through all this, I don't remember them growing up !! (j/k)<br /><br />Mattie <span style="font-size:180%;">ALWAYS</span> has her cute friends over,<br />and they came to Kev and I last night<br /><br />"We are having a Halloween Party on Sat,.."<br />"ooh we need you to help us make invitations"<br /><br />Yep,<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">There was no ASKING</span><br />We were <span style="font-size:180%;">TOLD!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />Kev and I looked at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">each other</span>, shrugged our shoulders<br />and went to get the scrap book stuff out to make invitations.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">How come I can't SAY NO??</span><br /><br />I guess I would rather have them at our house<br />then I know what is going on and what is being said.<br />We want our kids to have the best time in life,<br />and so <span style="font-size:180%;">LET'S PARTY!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">One of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mattie's</span> friends said "your parents ROCK"</span><br /><br />Yeah for us!!<br /><br />We are now planning a 6th grade Halloween party.<br /><br />I will need ideas, you mom's!!Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-88096186494698723822009-10-19T08:33:00.007-06:002009-10-19T09:05:19.355-06:00I Love Him<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/Stx6hbQfdLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YO14t934vCc/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394321168354210994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/Stx6hbQfdLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YO14t934vCc/s200/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/Stx6emvSqjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qptBIQC-_FU/s1600-h/Picture+269.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394321119896578610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/Stx6emvSqjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qptBIQC-_FU/s200/Picture+269.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love this guy!!</div><div align="center">WE ARE {PERFECT}</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, just kidding, we are not perfect, nor do we have a perfect marriage.</div><div align="center">But, we have each other.</div><div align="center">He is always saying something funny,</div><div align="center">he is so smart,</div><div align="center">he is charming,</div><div align="center">he ALWAYS smells <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooo</span> good, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yumm</span>.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We have been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">throug</span> a lot this last couple of months, </div><div align="center">and have tried so hard to work together to figure things out.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Last night Kev came in bed and woke me up</div><div align="center">"hey, I just wanted to tell you that I love you"</div><div align="center">me: "I love you too, good night"</div><div align="center">Kev: "no, I mean I really do love you and is there anything I can do for you to help you"</div><div align="center">me: " <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ummm</span>, no, I love you too. Go to bed"</div><div align="center">Kev: " I can't sleep, I feel like I just need to talk to you"</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So, NOW I am awake, and we talked about our future, </div><div align="center">our kids</div><div align="center">our dreams</div><div align="center">wants</div><div align="center">desires</div><div align="center">EVERYTHING</div><div align="center">and we laughed.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">He is so funny</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The thing that made me feel bad and the reason for the post is;</div><div align="center">He said " I love our kids, but I love you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sooo</span> much more, is that bad"</div><div align="center">Me: "No, it's not"</div><div align="center">Kev: " Well I love being with them, but nothing compares to when I am with you,</div><div align="center">or when we are hanging out"</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I on the other hand, I think I feel differently.</div><div align="center">I love Kevin with all my heart,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">but,</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I love my kids.... </div><div align="center">When I wake up I think of them first,</div><div align="center">when I shop, I think of them first,</div><div align="center">EVERYTHING I DO IS FOR MY KIDS!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Is this a MOTHER thing?? </div><div align="center">Why do I feel bad, that my kids are first??</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-6597453819307443152009-10-18T11:56:00.002-06:002009-10-18T12:05:59.279-06:00H1N1<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OOh</span> the swine flu....<br /><br />It hit my house!<br />My poor <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brohlen</span> started with a high fever Friday night.<br />His fever was 102.8..... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">AAHH</span><br /><br />So Sat morning I took him in, and confirmed swine flu.<br />He also has very large tonsils and an ear infection... (sad)<br />The doctor got us a referal to the Ear, Nose and Throat specialist.<br />He snores so bad, and his tonsils shouldn't be so enlarged.<br /><br />So, they said either quarantine Mattie or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Brohlen</span>,<br />but KEEP THEM APART.<br /><br />Mattie has no immune system so we have to be extra careful.<br />She is so bugged by me now, she already washes her hands<br />several times a day, now I am a washing hands FREAK!!<br /><br />It has been so hard to keep them away, we are such a close family,<br />and they play so games all the time, that its been sad, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Brohlen</span> feels bad.<br /><br />I have bleached my entire house, and washing our sheets everyday.<br />I am sure if I keep things really clean than no one else will get this bug.<br /><br />The doctor said that it's good I brought him in so soon, that way we are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">catching</span> it before<br />more of the mucus and fever set in, and the sooner he is on an antibiotic the sooner we rid of it.<br /><br />Fever today has been low 102-100... Yeah!!<br />He is such a little trooper, and still is trying so hard to play.<br /><br />Other than that, we have had a pretty good weekend, and Mattie hasn't had a seizure!!!Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-44283339638042885502009-10-16T07:52:00.003-06:002009-10-16T08:41:55.388-06:00New Day!!Yesterday was a hard day.<br />We had incidents with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mattie's</span> teacher, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">FINALLY</span> got her moved into a better class.<br /><br />Now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hope full</span> she will have better blood sugars, YEAH!!<br /><br />I am still testing her at midnight and 3:00 am, since that is when our bodies produce the most hormones.<br /><br />And, I ate and got some rest.<br /><br />My cute husband cleaned our house, and got me Carl's Jr. for dinner. I had been craving a big juicy, messy hamburger!!<br /><br />I still have so much ANXIETY.....<br />the incidents that happened at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mattie's</span> school, were bad, bad enough I had to contact an attorney and was told that I do have a case.<br /><br />Although, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">extremely</span> messy and expensive. We decided not to pursue the case and to work it out the best we can for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mattisin's</span> sake.<br /><br />I can't go into detail yet of the case on a blog, but..<br />I still feel as though I was brushed aside, they still are making me feel that they are not taking me serious. I want them to know that this teacher has personally affected Mattie.<br /><br />I am sure it must be really hard to be a teacher, and have to worry about a diabetic.<br />But, when your child fears that teacher, and is afraid to tell the teacher about her diabetes issues, that to me is a big deal.<br /><br />Well, we did get her moved and all I can hope now is that it will be better from here on out and move on. (my moms advice is always best)<br /><br />Time heals us, and it will take some time. It's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Friday</span> !!<br /><br />I hope every one has a good weekend and here is a happy quote to end on:<br /><br />Epictetus<br /><em>There is only one way to happiness, </em><br /><em>and that is cease worrying about the things </em><br /><em>which are beyond the power of our will.</em>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-30462189678893262092009-10-14T07:40:00.003-06:002009-10-15T07:56:16.777-06:00My { Heart } is achingI love that song "Smile",<br />It says:<br /><br />Smile though your heart is aching<br />Smile even though its breaking<br />When there are clouds in the sky,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">youll</span> get by<br />If you smile through your fear and sorrow<br />Smile and maybe tomorrow<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Youll</span> see the sun come shining through for you<br /><br /><br />Light up your face with gladness<br />Hide every trace of sadness<br />Although a tear may be ever so near<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Thats</span> the time you must keep on trying<br />Smile, whats the use of crying?<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Youll</span> find that life is still worthwhile<br />If you just smile.<br /><br /><br />Sometimes it is easier said than done.<br /><br /><br />A blog is supposed to be some ones "personal journal"<br />I have always been afraid to post feelings, or thoughts on my blog,<br />always afraid to offend some one or look like a "Debbie downer"<br /><br />Well, today.. I don't care anymore<br /><br /><br />I have a personal health issue that I have struggled with for a long time, my illness almost cost me my life a couple of times and I almost lost my daughter in a custody battle.<br /><br />It NEVER goes away,<br />It can be easier,<br />It can be HARD,<br />And I am still not sure I am ready for people to know!!<br /><br />On top of my OWN personal issue,<br /><br />I am the mother of a little girl with two <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cronic</span> health issues.<br />Mattie is a Type 1 Diabetic and an epileptic.<br />It is NEVER GOING TO GO AWAY!!! (the reality of that is hard enough to face)<br />It can be easy at times,<br />MOST days IT IS DIFFICULT<br />not only for me, but for Mattie as well.<br />She gives 10 + shots to her self daily,<br />test her blood sugars several times daily, right now we are averaging 13 TESTS DAILY.<br />Mattie is now going through the puberty stages, (YEAH ME) NOT!!<br />It is more difficult on a diabetic going through puberty,<br />our bodies produce more hormones, hence HIGHER SUGARS,<br /><br />More testing,<br />More sleepless nights,<br />Extreme <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">high's</span> and lows,<br />Constant calls to the doctor,<br />LOTS of FRUSTRATION!!<br /><br />NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND,<br />How EXTREMELY difficult ALL of this is.<br /><br />On top of this,<br />I AM supposed to WORK FULL TIME !!!<br />It is near impossible,<br />I am up testing all night,<br />up early for work,<br />CONSTANT anxiety... (how is Mattie)<br />Worry, stress and even DEPRESSION.<br /><br />OOH such as life right?<br /><br />Well, we will survive and I know that I have lots of things to be<br />THANKFUL for!!<br /><br />Stay tuned for me of:<br />These are the days of Heidi Rogers!!Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-20994575992782455172009-09-11T09:00:00.001-06:002009-09-19T22:56:54.863-06:00A Child's Advocate!<div align="center">Mattie was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes five years ago. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Wow, that went fast!</span> </div><div align="center"> I remember in the hospital, thinking of what it would be like for us five years from then or even longer. </div><div align="center">Would it be under control,</div><div align="center">will there be a cure by then,</div><div align="center">Is she going to be with me forever,</div><div align="center">How can I change this</div><div align="center">What can I do differently</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">All of these thoughts were running in my mind, and the scariest part of my answer was,</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">NOTHING.</span></div><div align="center">Nothing I can do will change how it is, will not make it go away, nor can it cure her.</div><div align="center"><br />I can,</div><div align="center">Learn and keep learning,</div><div align="center">I can be a good listener,</div><div align="center">I can give her my strenght,</div><div align="center">Encourage her,</div><div align="center">Trust her,</div><div align="center">Love her,</div><div align="center">Give her comfort,</div><div align="center">Kiss her fingers and her bruises from shots,</div><div align="center">Mainly teach her where to find her own strenght.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">NEVER have I allowed it to be a crutch. We continually have some small struggle.</div><div align="center">Recently, we had an altercation with Mattisin's school teacher.</div><div align="center">She refused Mattie to test her blood,</div><div align="center">Wouldn't let Mattie call me for insulin,</div><div align="center">Let her walk in the hallway ALONE, when Mattie was low,</div><div align="center">Wouldn't let her eat a snack,</div><div align="center">Told Mattie on several occasions that she NEEDS and has to have </div><div align="center">better diabetes management.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">NEVER, I mean NEVER</div><div align="center">did I think I would EVER have to step up for her diabetes this way.</div><div align="center">I was totally shocked, and felt so hurt.</div><div align="center">I stood up for Mattie and let the teacher know,</div><div align="center">this is not ok,</div><div align="center">it is not ok for you to talk to her this way,</div><div align="center">Mattie and I go through enough as it is, we don't need this in our lives.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Luckily... I handled it very much like a big girl,</div><div align="center">I wanted to throw a HUGE temper tantrum and REVENGE!!</div><div align="center">I didn't..</div><div align="center">I talked calmly and told them, that Mattie will have and use her rights!</div><div align="center">All seems well now!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Mattie may be teased from time to time, </div><div align="center">or get her feelings hurt.</div><div align="center">There is nothing I can do about those things in her life,</div><div align="center">but,</div><div align="center">when it comes to her health and her diabetes,</div><div align="center">I will take ACTION!!</div><div align="center">DIABETES SUPER MOM!!</div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-84260156571802482032009-09-09T07:49:00.003-06:002009-09-09T08:02:16.402-06:00Long TimeI have not blogged in so long...<br /><br />It is so crazy how life goes so fast, and before you know it....<br /><br />You have an 8th grader, two 6th graders and one cute and cuddly Dennis the Menace who just wants to go to school sooo bad... he can't he is only 4!!<br /><br />Life just can't get any better for us right now. There isn't a lot to say, we are a normal family with CRAZY, mouthy, sweet, cute, stinky, adorable, smart, frustrating KIDS!!<br /><br />I went back to teaching dance, and I love it. I love being with the girls and seeing them accomplish. The only draw back is, that I get home later at night.. and I feel I missed so much with my kids.<br /><br />So, on my days I don't have dance,<br /><br />I play hide and seek outside til dark<br />Bake cookies with them<br />Watch scary movies, and eat popcorn<br />Put together a fun puzzle (Brohlen loves this)<br />Play Transformers<br />Play Spiderman, I am always the bad guy though :(<br />Have Mattie do my nails<br />Do Mattie's nails<br />Make forts in the house<br />Talk Girl Talk, Like Totaly!!<br /><br />I DON'T<br />Worry about the messes<br />Hurry to do the dishes<br />Stress about the laundry not ALL done<br />Yell<br />Care anymore if my house is NOT perfect ALL the time.Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-52915956055794121212009-05-11T07:38:00.002-06:002009-05-11T07:49:25.657-06:00Mother's DayIn 1912, <a title="Anna Jarvis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Jarvis">Anna Jarvis</a> trademarked the phrases "second Sunday in May" and "Mother's Day", and created the Mother's Day International Association.<br /><br />"She was specific about the location of the apostrophe; it was to be a singular possessive, for each family to honour their mother, not a plural possessive commemorating all mothers in the world."<br /><br />This is also the spelling used by U.S. President Woodrow Wilson in the law making official the holiday in the U.S., by the U.S. Congress on bills,<a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother">[3]</a><a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother">[4]</a> and by other U.S. presidents on their declarations.<br /><br />Common usage in English language also dictates that the ostensibly singular possessive "Mother's Day" is the preferred spelling, although "Mothers' Day" (plural possessive) is not unheard of.<br /><br />Thanks to<span style="font-size:180%;"> ONE</span> wonderful lady, ALL the Mother's in the world get to have ONE day of HONOR.<br /><br />I had a really good Mother's Day. We went to church and although I had to sit with the sunbeam's and my little sunbeam boy was <span style="font-size:180%;">CRAZY......</span> I still got to go to Relief Society and it was really pleasant.<br /><br />We held a Mother's Day Brunch at our house.....<br />My wonderful husband cooked,<br />sausage,<br />bacon,<br />eggs,<br />hashbrowns<br />and we had pineapple, apples and bananas....<br />It was lots of fun and enjoyable.<br /><br />I feel like it is Mother's Day every day, I don't have to cook, (kev does it ALL)...<br />My kids do well in school, we have SOOO much fun together.<br />If I am sick they take care of me, even clean the house!!<br /><br />Every thing I do, everything I want to do, and the Mother, woman and friend that I am<br />is all do to my KIDS. If not for them, I could not be the BEST Mother!Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-56844012733407512992009-05-08T08:25:00.007-06:002009-05-08T14:43:20.129-06:00Repeat, repeat, REPEAT!!!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">OH MY GOODNESS!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">When you were a kid and you mom said</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">" I am tired of repeating myself"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">What did you think?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Probably NOTHING......</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am sure that my kids ears are <span style="font-size:180%;">PAINTED</span> on,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">or maybe they don't work.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sooooo, ALL night last night, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I said </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center">"Mattie pick this, up"</div><div align="center">"Mattie please pick this up"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"Brohlen stop spitting"</div><div align="center">Brohlen stop spitting"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"please eat your dinner"</div><div align="center">"please eat your dinner"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"do your home work"</div><div align="center">"do your home work"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">"No more fighting"</div><div align="center">"No more fighting"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I am a broken record</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The funny part of this is, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember my parents saying;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Why do I always have to ask you a hundred times"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"why are you not listening?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">OOOH it came to get me!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center">Don't get me wrong, </div><div align="center">my kids are <span style="font-size:180%;">GREAT</span>!!</div><div align="center">ALL of them are sweet, and soo smart.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Like the other day,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Kev and I had our anniversay....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mattie cleaned the house and helped Brohlen clean his room.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mattie also wanted to take us out for dinner!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">$$$$$$$$$</span></div><div align="center">So nice of her, so she took us to..............</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">McDonald's.</span><br />Yes, McDonald's.</div><div align="center">It's the thought that counts.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It is just driving me crazy to say it over, and over, and over and over...</div><div align="center">I feel like I can't stop saying it!!!!!!!!!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We went to dinner and I got cold so Billy</div><div align="center">took off his jacket and gave it to me.... (ooh)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Callie is always helping me clean, and she is always complimenting me.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Brohlen...... uuumm he is Brohlen.</div><div align="center">Crazy, silly, <span style="font-size:180%;">BOY and ALL BOY!!</span></div><div align="center">He tells me he loves me about a million times a day.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">All of them always make sure that I am eating or I got something good to eat, </div><div align="center">instead of always being the last or the one with the burnt piece.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So, </div><div align="center">I guess it is ok to repeat.</div><div align="center">I get so many more blessings from my kids, they are <span style="font-size:180%;">AMAZING.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">My kids are EVERYTHING!!!</span></div><div align="center">From the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep</div><div align="center">and even in my sleep,</div><div align="center">I long to be with them, hold them, hear them play,</div><div align="center">laugh and ok even fight!!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Being me is <span style="font-size:180%;">GREAT</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-62521263955247435462009-04-19T20:00:00.003-06:002009-04-19T20:15:56.549-06:00Sweet Mattisin!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SevagOCYMzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/v5EXt5KZy54/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326591231354483506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SevagOCYMzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/v5EXt5KZy54/s320/Picture+092.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center">Yesterday was <span style="font-size:180%;">Matties birthday</span>!</div><div align="center">I can't beleive she is 11 years old ALREADY.....</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">How time goes SOOOOO fast.<br /></span></div><div align="center">I still remember like it was yesterday the day she was born.I had a hard pregnancy, but I <span style="font-size:180%;">NEVER</span> complained.</div><div align="center">When I was 7 months pregnant my gall bladder got blocked by </div><div align="center">gall stones. Before my surgery I had 2 shots of steroids a day.</div><div align="center">My surgery was 8 or so hours long and OOOH so painful. </div><div align="center">I had to be started 2 weeks early due to my blood pressure being so HIGH</div><div align="center">but, it was an EASY delivery.</div><div align="center">Three pushes and she was out, it was amazing.<br /></div><div align="center">I remember bringing her home and it snowed that day,</div><div align="center">and I panicked about the driving.</div><div align="center">I dressed her up like a little doll, and she NEVER wore the same outfit twice.<br /></div><div align="center">Mattie, was the most WONDERFUL little girl.</div><div align="center">ALWAYS happy, </div><div align="center">always helpful,</div><div align="center">always smililng,</div><div align="center">and the sweetest <span style="font-size:180%;">GIRL EVER!!</span> </div><br /><div align="center">Once when I got really sick,</div><div align="center">she was laying by me on my bed and started singing:</div><div align="center">"You are so beautiful to me" oooh how I cried.<br /></div><div align="center">Mattie has saved me so many times in my life.</div><div align="center">Her spirit and faith is so strong,</div><div align="center">she is the best example.</div></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-32416983393960656772009-04-15T20:20:00.003-06:002009-04-15T20:35:56.101-06:00April Birthday's!!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaXW40m64I/AAAAAAAAAUI/czjQYOOOlWo/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325110028878146434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaXW40m64I/AAAAAAAAAUI/czjQYOOOlWo/s200/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yesterday was my nephew Alex's birthday, he is NOW 9.....</div><div align="center">Alex is truly a <span style="font-size:180%;">CHARACTER!! </span></div><div align="center">He is so much fun to be around and so laid back.</div><div align="center">He is so carefree and loveable.</div><div align="center">Being around him makes my day so much better.</div><div align="center">He is ALWAYS calling me out of the blue, just to say</div><div align="center">I LOVE YOU AUNT HEIDI, </div><div align="center">or</div><div align="center">he will sing me a song on my voicemail that will make me laugh.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Alex, I love you so much!!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaWW2OYohI/AAAAAAAAAUA/l86P8CaNoXA/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325108928669327890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaWW2OYohI/AAAAAAAAAUA/l86P8CaNoXA/s200/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /></a>Today is my mom's birthday!!!</div><div align="center">Yeah MOMMY... </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Most of you know my mom and how wonderful she is.</div><div align="center">Being her daughter is even better!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I have so many wonderful memories with my mom.</div><div align="center">She <span style="font-size:180%;">NEVER</span> missed a dance performance, soccer game, or anything</div><div align="center">I wanted to do.</div><div align="center">No matter how much or how little she was <span style="font-size:180%;">ALWAYS</span> there.</div><div align="center">When I would fall she was on the side of me helping me to find a way back up!</div><div align="center">She is a good example to me.</div><div align="center">My mom is ALWAYS there for both of my grandma's and her family.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Mom, I hope you had a good day.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">WE LOVE YOU!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Next BIRTHDAY????</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">MATTISIN'S...... 4-18 AAAHHHH</div><div align="center">we are trying to get her Taylor Swift tickets for her b-day....</div><div align="center">that is near <span style="font-size:180%;">IMPOSSIBLE.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-17999820619444600812009-04-15T20:11:00.002-06:002009-04-15T20:19:02.309-06:00<div align="center">We had a really good Easter weekend.</div><div align="center">We colored eggs, relaxed and flew our kites that the easter bunny brought!</div><div align="center">We always have such a good time with the kids, laughing and enjoying</div><div align="center">each other. I have very lucky to have FOUR of the most</div><div align="center">AMAZING kids. </div><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUYIbEB5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/mLLp0pPe4a0/s1600-h/Picture+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325106751710955410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUYIbEB5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/mLLp0pPe4a0/s200/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUX5u3UBI/AAAAAAAAATw/lgpNnNblHA8/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325106747767476242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUX5u3UBI/AAAAAAAAATw/lgpNnNblHA8/s200/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUXr4Q-uI/AAAAAAAAATo/NIETyDSGbx0/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325106744048810722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUXr4Q-uI/AAAAAAAAATo/NIETyDSGbx0/s200/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUXrq-46I/AAAAAAAAATg/25wv5CJKlxo/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325106743993099170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUXrq-46I/AAAAAAAAATg/25wv5CJKlxo/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUXb9ZvsI/AAAAAAAAATY/lkuTaXWwGB4/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325106739775389378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SeaUXb9ZvsI/AAAAAAAAATY/lkuTaXWwGB4/s200/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-20960679436873014082009-04-07T13:05:00.003-06:002009-04-07T13:13:39.908-06:00Better, MUCH better<div align="center">Here is the update since my last post;</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Tuesday: <span style="font-size:180%;">HORRIBLE</span>, then got better. </div><div align="center">Went and played with my friends baby Preslie and took her little boy Parker, </div><div align="center">we went to the church for some basketball fun!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Wednesday: Better, I did have to stay home with Mattie.</div><div align="center">Got ALL my easter done, and saw Jylaire and her cute kids. They even invited me to go with them to their grandmas house!!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Thursday: Had a good day at work.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Friday: <span style="font-size:180%;">YEAH friday</span>!! Nice being home with my family.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Saturday: <span style="font-size:180%;">FROZE</span> at Billy and Callies soccer game, and YES they both won!</div><div align="center">Then ALL of us watched movies and had popcorn.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sunday: RELAXING!! watched the GC and played GC Bingo with Mattie. </div><div align="center">Kev made breakfast and then he went golfing, we had dinner,</div><div align="center">then went out for an ice cream treat!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Things are good in our home and everyone is healthy, or mouthy!!</div><div align="center"> </div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-21017306210567406472009-03-31T14:15:00.002-06:002009-03-31T14:30:54.456-06:00<div align="center">This is how I feel:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SdJ6EHhA8BI/AAAAAAAAASo/R54Wgs4b5PY/s1600-h/yellow_guy_crazy_hg_wht.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319448321033564178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SdJ6EHhA8BI/AAAAAAAAASo/R54Wgs4b5PY/s320/yellow_guy_crazy_hg_wht.gif" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>I am sure i'm going <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">CRAZY!!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Today has been one of my <span style="font-size:180%;">WORST</span> day's. </span></p><p align="center">I usually don't complain, but I have to <span style="font-size:180%;">NOW.</span></p><p align="center">1. Mattie is <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">sick AGAIN</span>... serious amounts of Ketones, and sick belly.</p><p align="center">2. I had to <span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:180%;">WORK</span> </span>today, I love working, and I am thankful I have a job, but, today out of all days I have to be here at work. <span style="color:#009900;">It is month end and money has to be in TODAY.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">3. Kevin is home with Mattie, and he is GREAT!! Although, it is not the same as having mommy there or the one person who knows more than the other. (yes, I am smarter).</span></p><p align="center">4.I have been yelled at by 5 different customers today, 7 accounts have filed Bankruptcy on us, and I have made 3 mistakes!!</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">PLUS</span>..... I missed my goal by $30,000</p><p align="center">5. Brohlen is now getting sick, the babysitter just called me as I am typing all this!</p><p align="center">6. <span style="color:#3366ff;">It snowed again today</span>!</p><p align="center">7. I have a UTI infection.</p><p align="center">8. The CEO wants to know why business are not paying us?? (DUH)</p><p align="center">9. My good friend is off on maternity leave so she is not here to SAVE ME!</p><p align="center">and it goes on and on and on.</p><p align="center">So, I am grateful for many things, job, hubby, kids etc.... BuT, today oh I am not feeling the love. I think I am going to explode. Thanks for listening to me vent. Tomorrow will be the </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">BEST DAY EVER!! </span></p><p align="center">And I will post happy thoughts, and be happy! :)</p>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-44362587546228953782009-03-13T08:19:00.002-06:002009-03-13T08:43:05.402-06:00The Vacuum<div align="center">I don't know about any of you, but when I clean I have some <span style="font-size:180%;">crazy</span> OCD.</div><div align="center">For instance, I can not use a mop on my floors, I hate that it pushes all the dirt everywhere. </div><div align="center">Sooo I use my magic eraser friend and clean on my hands and knees. </div><div align="center">I also ALWAYS have to clean the bathroom with PURE Bleach, if I can't smell the bleach I don't think my bathrooms are clean.</div><div align="center">I vacuum my house <span style="font-size:130%;">EVERYDAY!!!</span> </div><div align="center">I hate crumbs on the floor, especially in the kitchen, and if I can't see</div><div align="center">vacuum marks on the floor I feel like it is dirty.</div><div align="center">Yes, my kids and Kev think I am <span style="font-size:180%;">INSANE.</span></div><div align="center">Because, when they clean.......</div><div align="center">I say thanks so much, and then I do it again!!</div><div align="center">But my biggest problem is...........</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I CAN'T PUT THE VACUUM AWAY!!!</span></div><div align="center">I leave it out, it is pluged into the wall and the cord</div><div align="center">is stretched all through the house and I leave it there, and my WHOLE</div><div align="center">house is clean, but I can't put the vacuum away.</div><div align="center">It feels like<span style="font-size:180%;"> TOO</span> much energy to put it away.</div><div align="center">So, the other night Kev was coming to bed and the vacuum was left</div><div align="center">in the hall.....</div><div align="center">and </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">HE TRIPPED!!!</span></div><div align="center">OOH was I ever in trouble.</div><div align="center">I know, I am a fanatic about some many things, </div><div align="center">but, really putting the vacuum away?</div><div align="center">So, tell me what you can't put away, and make me </div><div align="center">feel better!!</div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-4851891911455779412009-03-12T07:34:00.002-06:002009-03-12T07:48:09.590-06:00<div align="center">Last night we had our Relief Society Birthday Party!!</div><div align="center">It was so much fun. I went with my cute neighbor Stephanie, and got to see all my lovely sisters that I usually don't get to see.</div><div align="center">Being in the Primary is such a blessing, and now that Brohlen gets to go to Primary I can see all the nose picking adventures.</div><div align="center">But, being in Primary I do miss out on the great lessons that are taught by the wonderful sister in our ward, and the deep discussion they have, and getting to meet the new members that come. </div><div align="center">I know that my calling serves a great purpose and I can't be happier with my calling, becuase the kids say the <span style="font-size:180%;">craziest</span> things about the mommies and daddies !! </div><div align="center">Last night we had <span style="font-size:180%;">Simple Grace</span> come and sing for us, and it was really amazing how ALL of us could feel the spirit and know the love that we share with each other.</div><div align="center">It is such a blessing to have so many woman in our lives, that can help us through so many challenges and to know that we are not alone. </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am grateful for the Relief Society and for the church.</span></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242519033689565504.post-34917960511475442632009-02-20T22:08:00.003-07:002009-02-20T22:14:25.970-07:00Our Valentine's<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SZ-NXuqjQlI/AAAAAAAAASg/C3NiuqQx8WY/s1600-h/xmas+09+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305114324868743762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SZ-NXuqjQlI/AAAAAAAAASg/C3NiuqQx8WY/s200/xmas+09+062.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SZ-NXpW-3II/AAAAAAAAASY/Tj5xzouTP6k/s1600-h/xmas+09+083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305114323444489346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SZ-NXpW-3II/AAAAAAAAASY/Tj5xzouTP6k/s200/xmas+09+083.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SZ-NXTpmJgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2X50KYJ3sgc/s1600-h/xmas+09+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305114317616981506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-1B4K-VrKc/SZ-NXTpmJgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2X50KYJ3sgc/s200/xmas+09+071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">We had the best Valentine's Day at the Monster Jam!!</div><div align="center">It was the best show we have seen, Kev and I usaully take the kids once a year and now that Brohlen is older he could go. Two of the trucks tipped over and one broke his front end, then they had the Motor Cross... even cooler. Brohlen said when he is 18 he is going to drive a Blue Monster Truck and do "fwipps" and "weally fast". </div><div align="center">Later when we got home all of us ate nacho's and laughed telling stories til about 2 am.</div><div align="center">I am truly blessed with great kids and such a good man.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div>Heidi Rogershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01909433268357591217noreply@blogger.com3