And Analla and Dawn, I still need pictures from you guys. My camera was MIA all week so I didn't get a single picture. I did get it working when we got home. And here's a picture of the boys to prove it. I can't wait to see what pictures you
Monday, October 13, 2008
Catching up
So I haven't posted in a while, but there has been a lot going on. It was wonderful to see everyone this week, even under the circumstances. I know we're all going to miss Grandpa, but it's like Cory said, "this isn't goodbye for ever. Just goodbye for now." We love you Grandpa!
And Analla and Dawn, I still need pictures from you guys. My camera was MIA all week so I didn't get a single picture. I did get it working when we got home. And here's a picture of the boys to prove it. I can't wait to see what pictures you
And Analla and Dawn, I still need pictures from you guys. My camera was MIA all week so I didn't get a single picture. I did get it working when we got home. And here's a picture of the boys to prove it. I can't wait to see what pictures you
Monday, October 6, 2008
6 things about me
well....this is actually the first time I've been tagged. And I haven't blogged in a while. Um...and I tag, Michelle, Analla, Dawn, Keith, and my mom....only Mom has to write 6 facts about Marshall on the Adams blog.
1) I am a Drama Queen. When I was little, if I got upset it was the end of the world. Or if someone got hurt (even if they just fell over and didn't even get bruised), I felt it was my obligation...no my duty, to rush to their aid! And you know...I thought I had grown out of it....until one day I was talkin to mike. He said something about wanting to do something on his day off...which meant I didn't get to plan anything for us to do that day. I heaved the most enormous sigh, rolled my eyes to high heaven, and flopped...or rather, flung... myself on top of my bed. And I wasn't trying to make a show either. I did it out of the most sincere seriousness I had in me. That was the way I felt, and I'd be dashed if I couldn't portray it!
2) I'm a hopeless romantic. The first whole year of our marriage I tried to hint to Michael that I wanted him to buy me flowers. Only I suppose my hints were really crappy...or my husband was daft. I think it's just that my hints were not NEARLY good enough. As a wife, secretly you want you husband to just get into your head and know what you want. I'd say things like, "I'm not having a good day. I just need a pick me up." Or I'd look at our table and say, "It just needs SOMETHING on it. Maybe some COLOR of some sort to it" And I'm sure a lot of you have heard my salami story. (if not I'll save it for another post). But now I've realized If I want all those silly romantic gestures...I have to tell mike exactly what I want. For Example, we were eating our dinner by candle light (which I had prompted "When I get back into the living room I want something romantic done with dinner."), and during dinner I said something to the effect of, "Oh! I know what you and Corey should do!" Corey being the guy he carpools with, "This week you two should get together and make something for you wifes. I bet they would love that!" (Big cheesy grin)
3) I like to make presentations. Anything I do for fun has to be done a certain way. And It has to look good. Well I guess this one should actually be I like getting complements. Actually I LIVE for complements. One of the best things is getting complements on stuff that is so obsurd. "Wow Marisa, the way you reached for the peanut butter out of the cupboard was so graceful!" (maybe thats why I like watching anne of green gables so much, cause I feel like I can relate to Anne)
4) I like to pretend I know what I'm talking about. If someone asks me a question and I know anything REMOTELY about it, I'll try and come up with the best anser I can and see if I can fudge good enough for people to believe me. Or like when I'm watching football. I still don't know everything about the game. I just sit by people who are really loud and cheer when they cheer and get terribly upset when they do the same. It's quite fun actually. :D
5) I have no reservations. Last time I went shopping at target the security guard was asking people what their favorite song was. And if they would sing it. Of course no one would and they all gave the guy funny looks. I on the other hand was waiting for him to ask me. I was ready with a song that had been stuck in my head (ease on down the road, from The Wiz), and I was ready to sing it as I skipped on my way out of target...but I didn't ever get asked. It actually kind of ruined my day. (which just goes to prove no. 1)
6) I absolutely LOVE to talk. I seriously didn't think this post was going to be NEAR this long. It happens all the time though. Even If I have nothing to say, I'll make something up just so I can get my two cents in. Mike has fallen asleep COUNTLESS times at night when I go off rambling. I'm like a can of Pringles, "Once you pop the fun don't stop!"
1) I am a Drama Queen. When I was little, if I got upset it was the end of the world. Or if someone got hurt (even if they just fell over and didn't even get bruised), I felt it was my obligation...no my duty, to rush to their aid! And you know...I thought I had grown out of it....until one day I was talkin to mike. He said something about wanting to do something on his day off...which meant I didn't get to plan anything for us to do that day. I heaved the most enormous sigh, rolled my eyes to high heaven, and flopped...or rather, flung... myself on top of my bed. And I wasn't trying to make a show either. I did it out of the most sincere seriousness I had in me. That was the way I felt, and I'd be dashed if I couldn't portray it!
2) I'm a hopeless romantic. The first whole year of our marriage I tried to hint to Michael that I wanted him to buy me flowers. Only I suppose my hints were really crappy...or my husband was daft. I think it's just that my hints were not NEARLY good enough. As a wife, secretly you want you husband to just get into your head and know what you want. I'd say things like, "I'm not having a good day. I just need a pick me up." Or I'd look at our table and say, "It just needs SOMETHING on it. Maybe some COLOR of some sort to it" And I'm sure a lot of you have heard my salami story. (if not I'll save it for another post). But now I've realized If I want all those silly romantic gestures...I have to tell mike exactly what I want. For Example, we were eating our dinner by candle light (which I had prompted "When I get back into the living room I want something romantic done with dinner."), and during dinner I said something to the effect of, "Oh! I know what you and Corey should do!" Corey being the guy he carpools with, "This week you two should get together and make something for you wifes. I bet they would love that!" (Big cheesy grin)
3) I like to make presentations. Anything I do for fun has to be done a certain way. And It has to look good. Well I guess this one should actually be I like getting complements. Actually I LIVE for complements. One of the best things is getting complements on stuff that is so obsurd. "Wow Marisa, the way you reached for the peanut butter out of the cupboard was so graceful!" (maybe thats why I like watching anne of green gables so much, cause I feel like I can relate to Anne)
4) I like to pretend I know what I'm talking about. If someone asks me a question and I know anything REMOTELY about it, I'll try and come up with the best anser I can and see if I can fudge good enough for people to believe me. Or like when I'm watching football. I still don't know everything about the game. I just sit by people who are really loud and cheer when they cheer and get terribly upset when they do the same. It's quite fun actually. :D
5) I have no reservations. Last time I went shopping at target the security guard was asking people what their favorite song was. And if they would sing it. Of course no one would and they all gave the guy funny looks. I on the other hand was waiting for him to ask me. I was ready with a song that had been stuck in my head (ease on down the road, from The Wiz), and I was ready to sing it as I skipped on my way out of target...but I didn't ever get asked. It actually kind of ruined my day. (which just goes to prove no. 1)
6) I absolutely LOVE to talk. I seriously didn't think this post was going to be NEAR this long. It happens all the time though. Even If I have nothing to say, I'll make something up just so I can get my two cents in. Mike has fallen asleep COUNTLESS times at night when I go off rambling. I'm like a can of Pringles, "Once you pop the fun don't stop!"
Friday, October 3, 2008
Unlikely Places to Sleep
Gavin isn't quite old enough to sleep in the room with the older boys, but he sleeps through the night so there is no reason for him to be in our bed. But our room is to small for his crib, so he sleeps on the floor next to our bed. So a few days ago we went to bed, as is normal, at night time. Gavin sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night so why should this night be so different. Well...when he started crying I groggily get up out of bed and in the dark of my room bend down to the place where he sleeps to pick him up. Only to my surprise...he wasn't there. I could still hear him, but to a very tired person it's really hard to concentrate. I couldn't, for the life of me, while I was tired, find where my baby was. Then as I woke up a little more I realized that the crying was coming from under my bed.Gavin, in his sleep had wiggled out of his blanket and turned to our bed, and was now under it right about in the center of the bed. So I reach under the bed and grab his foot to pull him out. I was laughing so hard that I woke up Mike, "what are you laughing about?" I proceed to get Gavin unstuck as I explain to Mike what I'm doing. We stick our cold little kid-cicle under the covers and laugh ourselves to sleep.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Pinewood Derby
Our Ward is doing a Pinewood derby. The rules are as follows: 1) It has to fit on the track. 2) No open Flames. Mike originally wanted to do fuel cells, but motors are cheaper. (aka his wife vetoed it:D ) So this is the start of his car, and I'll be sure to take pictures at the Derby. Wish Mike luck!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Womens Privilage
My Grandmother sent me this E-mail about the women who fought for the right to vote. I would strongly encourage all of you who are old enough, men as well, to make sure to not only be a registered voter...but to make your voice heard and VOTE. That is what this beautiful land of America is about. The people have a voice here. And it's not just the men...it's any member of the United States of America. Even if you don't like either of the candidates. It is our PRIVILEGE to vote and we have ancestors who fought for that to be so.
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 for the night, 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.
http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf
<http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf>
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.'
WHY WOMEN SHOULD
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 for the night, 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.
http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf
<http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/suffrage/nwp/prisoners.pdf>
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.'
Three Musketeers
I was holding Gavin today and Mikey looks at me and says, "Is Mikey turn, hold it."
"Do you want to hold Gavin?"
"Mikey's turn...a hold...a Gawin."
After holding him for a while I decided I'd better go get my camera, so I take Gavin with me to my room to get my camera and I hear Mikey saying, "Hey! Is Mikey's turn...a hold it." So I quickly grabbed my camera and headed back into the livingroom. And boy am I glad I got my camera out. I love my munchkines.
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