Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Boys Will Be Boys?!?

Not this time! Gunner is in 4th grade. Never had an complaints from any of his teachers. Never been in trouble for anything.

Gavin, however, oh Gavin! Gavin is in 1st grade. It took him half of the year in kindergarten to come out of his shell. After that there was no stopping him! He had been in 1st grade for only two weeks when he had a discipline note sent home saying he was disrupting the class and running in the halls. (I saved it and put it in his someday prove to him he was a handful!) To be honest I have to feel some compassion and pity for his teacher.

So what happens when you take sweet, good, obedient Gunner and combine him with wild child, goofy, adorable Gavin and for fun lets throw in several bowls of wet, soggy cheerios? Combine all this with a handful of their friends and a big lunch room? That's right...Gavin and Gunner started a FOOD FIGHT!!! Were do they learn this?

Now let me elaborate on how I found this out. 8:00 PM: Me tucking Taya into bed:
"Gunner and Gavin had to clean the whole lunch room today at breakfast?"
"That's nice, go to sleep."
"They had to clean up all the Cheerios"
"Because they had a HUGE food fight!"

After a look in the back packs, I discover a note from Gunners teacher (conveniently located at the bottom of the back pack). Telling us about the food fight.

Bring on the punishment...Any effective suggestions?

Monday, September 15, 2008

A Roarin' Good Time!

So this past weekend we (our family, my parents, my brother, Levi, and his little girl, Bella and my sister Star) headed out to Vernal, Utah to Dinosaurland. We got there late Friday night. We had just enough time to eat a bowl of soup (Thanks, mom!), set up the tent trailer, eat a smore and fall into bed. But the next morning every one was up and ready to go by 9:00. So off to the Quarry we went. Much to our disappointment the Quarry was closed because the building cracked in half. So we went on the little hike, which was a little disappointing, not a dinosaur insight!

So we headed back to Vernal were we spotted the Field House Museum. That was cool. We saw a movie about the different groups of Dinosaurs and how they dig and excavate for fossils. The boys were so into it. I haven't seen them hold that still for awhile! Then we went through the museum were we got to do a lot of hands on fun.

Then out to the cool garden, were we got yelled at for touching the displays! But they were so fun it was hard not to.

It was a little nip in the morning and at night. But we had a heater in the tent trailer, so it was not horrible.

On the way home we stopped at Strawberry were Cory caught the one and only fish, it was a good size one too!

Over all it was a awesome weekend!

Saturday, September 6, 2008

A message to all Women

This was sent to me by my Aunt Terry, it moved me to tears, I for one will now be voting,simply because of this story!


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.'

(Lucy Burns)
They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above
her head and left her hanging fo! r the ni ght, bleeding and gasping
for air.

(Dora Lewis)
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.

(Alice Paul)
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