A Coie Post — I don't mean FROM Coie… it's just me going ON and ON about her
Last night Coie called me when she got off of work. It’s my job to walk her out to the parking lot via her cell phone if she so happens to clock out after the sun already went down. I’m not sure how I would assist her if she was ever mugged or snatched away by Coie-nappers, but it makes both of us feel somewhat better (well, really, it only makes me feel better since I am a full blown fatalistic, paranoid, anxiety-ridden fretter – she’s a little [lot] more even keeled than I am). Anyhow, as usual, she started telling me about her day. She always has something fun to tell me. This time she did not get another proposition from a creepy luna-hick, but she did tell me that they are having a cashier contest at her store (I immediately pictured her tearing thru the paint and plumbing aisles in a yellow hard hat racing a revved up shopping cart) and the winner gets a $50 gift cert to a restaurant called The Alamo, which, incidentally I’ve been wishing to go to ever since I caught sight of it and noticed how appealingly similar it looks to Chevys – there are NO Chevys in TN. OK, still with me? So, she tells me that the best cashier with the highest rating at the end of the month (not the fastest shopping cart) will win this gift certificate and she told me she is determined to win it. I told her, “I bet you will win it, because you’re the best worker ever. And when you do win it, you should take your friend, Veronica, or one of your other friends – you’ll have a great time!” And she told me, “No mama, I don’t want to take anybody but you and Dad”. Ok, is that not just the nicest thing ever? I have no idea how lucky I got to end up with her. Speaking of which, I keep doing the math to try and figure out how many more years I’ll get to keep her. If my master plan fails (she lives with us until both me and Geoff die), and if plan B fails (she lives with me and Geoff until I’m so old that I can’t remember who she is), then I’m guessing I can hopefully probably reasonably get to keep her for at least five more. That’s not nearly enough. And I’m still holding out hope that she’ll marry a Jamaican – plus this gives me a little bit better odds of keeping her longer, especially if we stay in the South. And wouldn’t that be cool to have a Jamaican son-in-law? And then all the little grandkids would have those groovy accents, and maybe Coie would FINALLY learn how to dance (if her husband had enough patience to teach her; that girl aint got no rhythm). But with Coie’s luck, she’ll end up marrying a total backwoods hee-haw hillbilly since that’s the *one* type of guy she is determined NOT to spend the rest of her life with. She should never say such things, I keep telling her that now she’s sealed her fate. It never fails. For instance, I had less-than-zero interest in Asian guys. I would even tell people, “I’ll marry any type of fellow except an Asian because those guys just can’t dance (I had really high priorities in highschool) and then to my surprise I fell crazy in love with a Japaneesy. God knew exactly what I needed (and what I really wanted) and that was a Geoff Igarashi. And here’s a true side note… the first time I ever met him, and after he repeated his last name seven times so I could sound it out for myself, I thought, “Landsakes, I feel awful sorry for THIS guy’s future wife” Funny how those things work out. So the more Coie says that she will *not* marry a hick, the more I’m convinced she’ll end up with one. Have a splendid weekend. PS Wanna buy this? Coie listed it earlier today. She is so industrious. |
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on September 7th, 2007 at 3:33 pm
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Ok, so what happens if I tell you that I want to marry a Christian Missionary? Will I not get one? What if I said I want to marry a hick? will I NOT get one (Well, maybe I will because it's not really what I want)? And if I said that I don't want someone that wants to live in outerspace (or on another planet), will I get that person? Actually, speaking of other planets…maybe I will…
Ryann
P.S. Um, does the mushroom soup have Thomas in it?
on September 7th, 2007 at 4:06 pm
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As a young woman I told Jesus I was His…except I had some stipulations…
No to being a pastor's wife
No to being a missionary and
No to driving a station wagon.
So, I was a Pastor's wife for 10+ years and I'm still driving the station wagon….and I'm thankful. And, I'm praying for a mission trip on a cruise ship!! 😉
on September 7th, 2007 at 4:25 pm
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Well, i was *going* to say, I'll take the dip and put him on layaway for my future daughter- and then i realized that would not only be illegal, but also completely gross. too bad for the "can't marry yur cuzin" rule. 'Course, if she were to move out there with him, no one would prolly even notice.. still- no. ew.
on September 7th, 2007 at 4:49 pm
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I really like reading your posts. They are so fun. I always said I would never marry anyone younger than me, never. My husband is two years younger. lol It is funny how that works. 🙂
JoAnn
on September 7th, 2007 at 5:51 pm
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JoAnn, that is funny — and geoff is a year younger than me… another thing i also was not looking for, but got anyways. haha
on September 7th, 2007 at 5:59 pm
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I guess I never really thought about what kind of guy I'd marry. I just knew he would have to be responsible and a real man– no sissies or lazies allowed.
I *hoped* that we wouldn't have to worry about paying our bills (as in avoiding the scene: <i>let's pay the electric bill b/c we got the final notice and it will be cut off tomorrow</i>). I just wanted to be loved and have someone I could respect.
I definitely got all that I wished for and more.
But I knew to never EVER NEVER say "never"! That is definitely sealing your doom!!!
on September 7th, 2007 at 6:54 pm
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Oh, my, I get such a kick out of reading what you write. I am in the midst of enjoying younger children and have not put much thought into the older years. Thanks for giving me a peek.
Melissa
on September 7th, 2007 at 8:19 pm
So Funny!
And it sounds like my "I will NEVER live in Canada!" Hmmm….
Blessings,
Karen
on September 7th, 2007 at 8:56 pm
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You are one of my punniest friends ever!
Love,
Marshie
on September 7th, 2007 at 9:44 pm
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"…the first time I ever met him, and after he repeated his last name seven times so I could sound it out for myself, I thought, “Landsakes, I feel awful sorry for THIS guy’s future wife”…"
ROFL!! This is EXACTLY what happened to me when Randy told me his last name. And Nonaka is no where near as hard as Igarashi!
on September 7th, 2007 at 10:16 pm
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That ebay listing is adorable. And I'll have my Hannah bid when Dippy goes up for auction in 15 years! LOL!
on September 8th, 2007 at 4:42 am
Pick Up Lines
I remember a guy trying to pick up some girls at our church youth group when I was one of the leaders. He wasn't a slime-o but he has not a Christian and was more than a little full of himself. He slides up beside one girl and says, "So, what do you like in a guy?" and she responds, "I don't talk to guys about what I like in a guy." Crash and burn number 1. So he slides up beside another girl and says, "What do you like to do?" and she responds, "I think to think. And take long walks by myself." Crash and burn number 2. He was really quiet for the rest of the night.
Regards,
Shawn Abigail
sabigail.blogspot.com
on September 8th, 2007 at 7:52 am
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I remember when Paul and I were dating, my co-workers told me "don't marry that guy…your name would be really weird!
It would have WAY too many 'L's!" Michelle Weller ( – and yes…it has 'elle' in both names…I've been called 'elle elle' before….)
Well….it DOES have a lot of "L's", but I kind of like it!
It's very easy to write in cursive! 😉
on September 8th, 2007 at 11:14 am
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"I have no idea how lucky I got to end up with her."
It's not luck, it's the payoff from being good parents! : ) Sometimes I wander over to her blog and read her posts and that's quite a gal you two have brought up. And by the way I know a couple of outstanding, Christian Jamaican young men and they were homeschooled as well. However the youngest one is about 20 now, but I think he may be asking the young lady he has been courting to marry him soon, he has an older brother, but he about 10 years older than Coie. My heart will br breaking for all you Igarashi's when someone does steal her away.
Love in Christ,
Crystal
on September 8th, 2007 at 9:46 pm
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That's funny. Ashley and I have the same joke about her marrying a good ole boy with his front teeth missing!
Letitia
on September 10th, 2007 at 12:53 am
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What a lovely daughter God blessed you with! And, speaking of "sealing one's fate", when more than one of my friends started marrying guys that were 1-2 years younger than themselves, I said that I could NEVER marry someone younger than myself. It just seemed too weird. Well, it turned out that my husband is 7 years younger than me! I even beat my friends' records! 🙂
~Connie
on September 10th, 2007 at 12:56 am
How very true.
I was going to marry a city boy after at least five years of being 'friends.' After I married my husband who thought the small town I grew up in WAS the city, and that three months of knowing eachother was plenty of time before proposing, we decided that waiting three to five years before having kids would be best. Eight months after that, my 18 month old neice came to live with us and five months later we discovered we were pregnant.
on September 11th, 2007 at 4:23 pm
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My boys used to have a dump truck just like that, but I think yours is in better condition. Dippy looks like he's playing with it much more nicely than my boys did: if one was laying on the floor, the other would run it (or whatever else was nearby and handy) into his head. Bonk.
And the whole "I would never" thing…in highschool I always hung out with kids in my grade, thought it was weird to date someone even 3 or 4 years older, and ended up marrying someone 13-1/2 years older. He's a good'un, though. 🙂
on September 21st, 2007 at 2:32 pm
How awesome
I love reading about your relationship with your dd. I hope I get that with mine. For now she is 5 and has this attitude like a typical teenager. I annoy her. So I just do my best at annoying her more and hoping someday we will click.
What a beautiful post.