I just spent way too much time entering a
completely drivelous pointless post about how I figured out my pond
scum problem, and then my lazy worthless no good fer nothing computer
cord jostled a little bit and blacked everything out. 
   

Anyways, my husband just
finished a straight sixty hour stint of the hiccups.  No
kidding.  He couldn't stop hiccupping for the life of him. 
After about the fortieth hour it wasn't funny any longer.  You'll
be happy to know he's been hiccup free for the last 12 hours.  I
really hope he stays in remission.

And in better news, I got my copy of the Summer issue today
(hot off the press). The printers sent us advance copies, and I really
really like this one.  It should be mailed within the week so look
for it sometime this month (bulk shipping can take up to thirty
days).  You are welcome to leave your comments, ideas, thoughts,
concerns, critisms, etc here or over at Gena's blog. 
You'll see in this latest issue that some of you bloggers and your
comments made it into the 'Teacher's Lounge' column.  Fun! 
And the article by Steve Walden is particularly superb

Happy Fourth of July!

July 3rd, 2006 - Posted in Uncategorized | | 0 Comments

You know you're in Tennessee when your daughter has trouble getting home because a cow is stuck in the road.  Coie spent the day down the street at her auntie's
house helping to hang curtains.  She got home late (I was already
in bed, reading a book) and she came in to tell me about her day. 
Her cow story was quite funny.  It sounded like a cowspiracy
(groan).  This bovine was determined to keep it's place in the
road.  You don't see things like that in California.

I like my daughter, but sometimes she makes me mad.  After her
cute cow story we got into an argument about what state sits on top of
Illinois.  I told her it was Minnesota, and she insisted it was
Wisconsin.  I was so indignant, because I *knew* this one– so I
demanded that she fetch the laminated placemat map in the dining
room.  Sure enough, Wisconsin sits on top of Illinois.  The
little brat.  I hate it when she's right.  She just laughed
and said, “ha ha. I was homeschooled and you weren't”.

Have a super weekend!  Gramma Sally will be here later today from
Michigan (which sits on top of Ohio), so I am off to clean my
house–  scratch that–  I am off to tell all my kids to clean the house.  There are no child labor laws in The House of Igarashi.

July 1st, 2006 - Posted in Uncategorized | | 0 Comments