LeBaron Boy #8 Mission Bound

Art's brother Christopher got his call to the Seoul Korea West Mission, and will leave Dec.3. He is the 8th son to go. Art's parents always go get them from their missions too. They have been to London, Connecticut, Australia, California, Alaska, Africa, Montreal in Canada, and now Korea. Wow!!! Kudos to Bonnie and Larry!

Blog tag, I'm it again

A) The rules are posted at the beginning.
B) Each person answers questions about their sweethearts.
C) At the end of the post, the person then tags people and posts their names; then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment, letting them know they have been tagged.

What is your husbands name? Art LeBaron
How long have you guys been married? 14 years tomorrow, woo woo
How long did you date? Since I was 16, then he left to serve a mish when I was 16 1/2, then he came home after 2 yrs, then a month past and we got engaged, then got married 5 mos later. So in all about 12 mos. Wow that's not very long, but I did write to him his whole mish and felt like it was a very wise decision, and still do. If fact everyday I am always so grateful that I met such a wonderful man.
How old is he? 35 1/2 (that was easy)
Who is taller? Art
Who can sing best? Art
Who is smarter? Me, ha ha, just ask anyone.
Who does laundry? Me, although he surprises me occasionally.
Who pays the bills? It used to be me and automatic computer payments, but now Art pays them, maybe by this time next year I'll be paying again.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Me, always have always will.
Who mows the lawn? Mostly my 12 year old, and Art does the trimming.
Who cooks dinner? Me, but Art does some great dutch oven.
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? That's a toss up, we're pretty good at that.
Who kissed who first? I don't know it was pretty mutual, our eyes connected and the mood was right, you get the pic.
Who wears the pants? Pretty much Art, I let him, and want him to. Don't get me wrong I am fiesty when I need to be, and we have excellent communication skills. Also, what Cindy said: he honors his Priesthood and wears righteous pants.

Time to tag some more peeps, so I tag: Marianne, Tiffany, Emily, Saskia, Rennie, Becky, and Rustie.

*I'm gonna take a break from playing tag for a bit and get back to my regularly scheduled blogging.

I'm too quirky for my blog, Emily D. tagged me

Wow, this is my first tag, I'm tagged to write down my quirks, 6 of them to be exact. I found out number 1 quirk when I was responding to Miss Emily.

So here goes:

1. I have a hard time trying to explain myself whether I'm typing or praying or just everyday conversation, and what takes a normal person 3 words to express I take 3 sentences, and I am always finding myself doing run on sentences when I'm typing, so that is quirk #2.

2. Most of the time I go back and proof read everything I write and break-up my sentences, but I will leave this untouched so you will see the real me, writing or typing run-on sentences, there that was a mouthful. Alright, maybe I am exaggerating the run-on a little bit.

3. I like the fact that my clothes are washed and not dirty anymore although they get wrinkled while they sit gleaming there waiting for me to fold them, ugh. Yet another run-on.

4. Sometimes I don't do my hair for the day because I'm not going anywhere, which is stupid because I am so glad when I'm all put together because then I'm all ready to go places if I need to last minute. That quirk really bothers me and I want to change that, only I have the power.

5. I make cornbread for breakfast, and love that it is already made or ready to mix up for morning, I like my cornbread with syrup and milk.

6. I can't stand my fingernails painted but always have my toenails painted, and I always floss my teeth at night, yes it has reduced my cavities, I can't stand not flossing. (I know that makes 7 but I thought it would be good to show you I do something quirky that's good. No wait that's more like a habit, hmm what's the difference?)

So I am supposed to tag 5 more people. So I tag: Lisa, Cindy, Sam, Brooke, Stephanie, and Natalie. (sorry that's 6)

"Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity"

My friend Becky e-mailed this to me (btw thx Becky) and
it really makes you grateful for
our right to vote. It's worth the long read.

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

THIS IS MOVING. HOW QUICKLY WE FORGET.....IF WE EVER KNEW......

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.

(Lucy Burns)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.

(Dora Lewis)They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cell mate, 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 thinka 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.'

Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know. 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.