Monday, September 29, 2008
I'm formulating the plan.
I'm pretty sure we were two shots away from
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
i am miffed.
nobody in this family
(of EIGHT people!)
took out the garbage today.
So as I'm driving my girls to the street
to catch the school bus (it's raining hard)
hey! I said.
why is our trash not out?! (off to school the last two go)
I race back to the house. (Mr. Morning in tow)
collect all the garbage.
haul it out.
Load it in the back of the van.
the doors are bulging.
i see the truck! it's two tenths of a mile
at the other end of my driveway.
I race to get there,
and at the burst of accleration,
the rear doors fly open
and EVERY BIT OF TRASH
empties itself down the driveway.
in the pouring rain.
I make the hasty decision to abandon
Throwing the garbage back in the van,
I chase the truck around the neighborhood
about 20 houses and pull in front of him and
stop. sorry... (i said) here's my garbage. i almost missed you.
what i wanted to say was
look. i'm having a morning. (why does it have to be raining?)
could you just come back to my driveway
and pick up the rest of the trash
that's littering that place from one end to the other?
but i didn't.
I drove back, got out in my pajamas and slippers
and proceeded to un-litter my driveway.
(in the pouring rain).
Mr. Morning watched.
from the dry van.
he informed me that he hates being wet.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
to judge or be judged.
I remind myself today
We are all fighting a hard fight.
About others, we do not know the whole story.
Others do not know the story of our struggle.
A good friend told me that she tries to keep this thought in mind:
Treat everyone as if their heart is breaking.
(in most cases you are probably right)
so here's to refraining from judgment
and remembering that when others judge us,
they can't see the whole picture.
random acts of kindness.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
And that guy?
while I'm in time out.
Time Out for Women, that is.
Gone to Springfield with the gals.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
started on defense
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
It's one of my favorite things to do in the fall.
Pick a few healthy leaves and place them under a piece of tissue paper or thin writing paper.
Rub the paper with a crayon, over the leaf, revealing the outline of the leaf.
Learn about the stem and veins.
Learn the difference between an oak and a maple.
Press some fall leaves between sheets of wax paper and make a leaf collage.
Enjoy some of nature's abundant variety of art and crafts.
What's YOUR favorite fall craft?
Monday, September 15, 2008
(where are Stevie's teeth?)
Sunday, September 14, 2008
I started talking about building stronger families.
I also talked about how, in order to have the Spirit in our homes, we can not have contention.
Where there is contention, there is no spirit.
A soft answer turneth away wrath.
We need to teach our children to love us, not to fear us.
This is a jumbly condensed version.
I can't imagine ever fearing the Savior.
He teaches love unfeigned.
I went camping this weekend.
(I didn't really want to)
It was about building stronger family unity and memories.
We had a GREAT time!
It was worth it.
While we were there, a woman told a story.
She said that she went camping for three weeks this summer with her family.
(She said the accomodations weren't as nice as ours--gasp!)
She, along with her family, and hundreds of others, were performers in the Hill Cumorah Pageant in New York.
She and her husband were asked to mentor a group of young single adults.
At the end of their three week tour, they had a testimony meeting together.
She said that the spirit in that meeting was the strongest that she has ever felt.
There was one young woman in particular who was in that meeting.
It became obvious that she was reluctant to bear her testimony.
When she finally did take a turn, she talked about being afraid to do the wrong thing.
She related an experience during the pageant when she had torn her costume.
She had to take it to the costume staff very late at night to have it mended so that it would be ready for the next days rehearsal and performance.
She was afraid to go.
The young woman took the costume to the sewing staff and felt bad about it.
She went back the next morning, and learned that they had been up well past 3:00 a.m. mending her costume.
A woman returned it to her with a big hug, a smile and a piece of candy.
The young woman in her testimony said 'this is like the Savior.'
We are human, and do wrong everyday.
We bring our broken lives to him, and with his help we fix what's broken.
He's already been up all night, sweating drops of blood for us.
He's already been through that so that we can be whole again, with his help.
I love Jesus Christ.
I love that we can be 'fixed' through him, and that he'll be ready waiting with that hug and sweetness.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
let me encourage you women to remember something that goes farther back than 9/11.
A good friend sent me this information,
written by another woman, a lot of which I was not aware of.
Sometimes I'm afraid our leaders would have us forget the past.
We must not.
We need to decide for ourselves WHO would be the best candidate for president (and senator and congressman and on and on...) and as educated voters, make a difference.
If YOU haven't decided on who should be that next __________, then start here:
www.factcheck.org a non-partisan site that gives you the facts
on the contenders for the upcoming election.
WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE
This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago.
Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.
The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote.
And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.'
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air.
They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women.
Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote.
For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms.
When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press.
So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because--why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work? Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining?
Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of HBO's new movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.' It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.
All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.
My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. 'One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said. 'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use, my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'
HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think
a little shock therapy is in order.
It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.
The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'
We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic, republican or independent party - remember to vote.
HISTORY is being made.
Will you take for granted what these women have done for YOU?