Onions

February 13th, 2009

Isn’t it a drag when there’s something you want to say, but you can’t really say anything, but it’s really interesting and neat-o, but you’re not allowed to say anything?  I hate that.  But life is suddenly more interesting around here, and Coie walks around with sort of dumb grin all the time.  Oh heavens, I’m getting old.  But that’s all I’m going to say. Period.  I mean it. At least for now.  But for the record… um… nevermind. 

 

In other news, Emmiko had *major* strep throat this last week.  Seriously.  You should have seen her tonsils.  It looked like she had two golf balls lodged in the back of her throat.  Goodness Golly it was gross.  And the problem is they aren’t getting any smaller – even with the antibiotics.  And then she started going deaf.  It has been really annoying.  She can’t hear, so she automatically thinks all the rest of us can’t hear HER and she YELLS everything she says.  For instance, the other day I was giving the kids a spelling test and it went exactly like this:

 

ME: Ok kids, spell “honey”

 

Emmiko:  ONIONS!!!???????

 

ME: No Emmi, HONEY

 

EMMIKO:  ONIONS???????!!!!!!!!!

 

ME:  NO DANGIT…. HONEY!!!! STOP SCREAMING “ONIONS”! I SAID HONEY!!!!!!!  HONEY HONEY HONEY!!!!!!!

 

So I took her back to the doctor and he took one look at her throat and said, “Whoa.  Those things are huge.  She’s probably gonna need those tonsils yanked out”  Apparently her golf ball tonsils are so big that they are interfering with her ear-balls.

 

I tell you the truth, I am getting reaaaaaaaaaal tired of going to the hospital.

 

And then yesterday, Dippy and James were playing “mad dog”.  That’s where James picks up a blanket with his teeth and then Dippy grabs the blanket and drags him around the house.  It’s usually fun, but this time one of James’ teeth came undone.  And boy oh boy did that boy flip out.  Ryann (whom James calls “honey”) kept trying to pull it out (you should have seen the thing, it was just hanging there like a broken piano key) but James kept sobbing, “No no no, Honey, don’t take him out. My tooth is afraid” 

 

Emmiko:  ONIONS????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

So finally after 24 hours, Ryann was finally able to yank the thing out.  It’s been a long week.

 

My sister will be here FRIDAY!!!!  Yippppppeeeeeeeeeee!  We’re going to spend 10 days shopping for my little niece Eden. Whooo hoooooo!

Another Rosetta Stone Contest! Who Wants To Speak French?

February 9th, 2009

 

 

… or a choice of 21 other languages?  Drum roll please…. I’d like to announce an exciting project I’ve been working on (with help from a fabulous friend and a mix of other great writers / contributors).

 

There are several reasons why you would want to sign up for the new Rosetta Stone e-newsletter.  First and foremost, the monthly issues will be packed full of great info, helpful tips, and fun contests — and you will recognize a lot of the writers.

 

And trust me; you’ll want to sign up right now.  Click HERE to enter your email addy (it’s on the right hand side) to get on the list, and then click on the option to “view the newsletter”, which will bring you to the current issue that just went out.

 

And why would you want to sign up right now?

 

Because this month you have a chance to win Level 1 of the new Rosetta Stone Homeschool Version 3 Program (language of your choice!). Enter by emailing us at homeschool@rosettastone.com with your ideas for what to name this new newsletter. If your title is chosen, you win! The winner will be notified by email, and their name will be announced in our next enewsletter.

 

This is (roughly) a $250 value!  So start thinking hard and come up with a great name and send your ideas in to the email addy I listed above!

 

PS The emails you send will go directly to my boss, so make sure you don’t say anything exceptionally silly or even worse, don’t blow my cover by asking questions like, “Golly Jen, how’d a dork like you get to work on such an important neat-o project like this?” 

GOOD LUCK! 

 

 

Hurry It Up, March and April.

February 7th, 2009

I really have nothing particular to blog about – well, that’s not absolutely true, but for some reason my kids object to me broadcasting any interesting items that are going in their lives.  They are *so* selfish.  

 

With that said, instead of talking about something neat-o, I will simply post a list of things wives ought not do on Valentines.

  •  They should not weigh themselves.  Nothing good can come of it. 

 

That’s my whole list.  But really, that advice is good for any day.  You’re welcome.

Speaking of Valentines Day, if you’ve been around long enough you know that I detest this dumb holiday.  It’s just an excuse for women to get all worked up in frantic expectation for something they don’t actually know what they want.  They are just expectant for the sake of being expectant – all they know is that they are waiting for something spectacular or by golly, their man’s gonna be in trouble.

My husband never cooperates, though.  He knows I hate Valentines Day and yet he always brings me something anyway.  And this year he even jumped the gun and brought home a dozen white and dark chocolate covered strawberries.  My very favorite. 

  

Ok, while I’m trying to type now all of a sudden my whole room is permeated with a mix of combating fragrances. And I mean that literally. My son will not stay out of my bathroom.  He goes in there and makes the lotion bottles fight with the hairspray and perfume.  Or he takes all the toilet paper rolls out and builds a huge double-ply pyramid… how come he won’t just sit down, hold still and read a book for several hours?

 

Ok, I’m off to get the five year old off my bathroom counter.  Oh! But before I go… Maria and her kids spent the morning at Home Depot playing with my daughter and sent these over:

   

 

 

 

I can’t believe Coie gets paid to glue stuff together.

 

 

 

 

 PS WHOOOO HOOOOOO Jess and Cha Cha will be here in six days!!!  And this Monday she has an ultrasound so we’ll find out if I get a niece or a nephew.

       

 PPS The barn dance is coming up quick… are you registered yet?

                                    

 PPPS My laptop is seriously about to conk.  Any suggestions on where I can get a super cheap replacement?

Um… Nevermind

February 4th, 2009

Ok, so I think I’ve grown out of the whole E-Harmony “get Coie hitched” phase.  Maybe I will sign her up for reals in six years if she’s still in the house.  I just feel bad for Ryann because she’s *never* going to get to take over Coie’s room at this rate.  Actually, with Coie’s luck, Ryann will be married before she is. Ha Ha. 

 

I must be absolutely nuts because even though I am overwhelmed with the awful thought of her ever actually leaving, I end up working against myself.  It’s sort of like when you have a baby and you can’t wait for them to walk and run and talk even though you just KNOW it’s going to make your life 80% more complicated.  But I think I’ve learned my lesson.

 

Congrats to my beautiful friend who is expecting a new family member.

 

And yippee for me because Jess and Charley will be here at the end of next week.  I cannot wait to go maternity clothes / baby stuff shopping with my sister.  Did you see how cute she looked with her pregnant tummy?  This is such a fun time.

 

Also, I got word that Coie and I are slated to do homeschool conventions again this year for Rosetta Stone.  HOOORAY!  I will post our schedule as soon as we get it.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed for IL and FL again.  You absolutely assuredly entirely must plan on coming out to see us if we’re in your area.  And I promise not to pawn Coie off on you if you have a marriageable-aged son. 

 

And I thought this year was going to be boring.

…Wasn’t Really Expecting This

January 28th, 2009

EDIT UPDATE:  Just got back from the hospital.  Good news, the mass  does not look cancerous (at all) says the doctor.  He thinks it may have stemmed from an infection; so they’re sending it off to the lab. But the short story is that all looks really well.  Thanks SO much for praying.  What a great relief.  Coie has more updated info posted on her page

Well this is odd after my last silly post – and I debated whether or not to mention it at all but here it goes:

Yesterday afternoon I took my oldest son, Bo, into the Dr. to have a lump in his leg checked out. The dr. did not like the looks (or feel) of it at all. So he called in another dr who also didn’t like the look of it and they scheduled me to see a specialist right away.

So I took my son in this morning and the specialist said that usually they would start by giving antibiotics and watching the lump, but that instead he would rather get the tumor out sooner than later and send it off to a lab for testing.

I’m taking Bo in this Friday morning at six. He’ll be put completely out while they take the mass out and then they said it will take a week or so to confirm whether or not it’s cancer.

I figured you guys would pray for us, and we’d all really appreciate that. I’ll try and give an update soon as I can.

It was an ACCIDENT… Really. Truly.

January 27th, 2009

 

 

Ok… it seemed like a good idea at the time.  And I think maybe it was Ryann’s fault.  She encouraged me and then helped me fill the whole thing out (which took FOREVER by the way)

 

But when I submitted Coie’s profile on E-Harmony I didn’t think it would actually go THROUGH because I didn’t put in a credit card number.

 

So here’s the kicker… the next day there were like 22 potential matches emailed to me.  Um.  Whoops.  I was actually afraid to let her know what happened – I really truly seriously did not think the profile would have gone UP.  And when Coie came home – hoooo boy — she was like,“Mama!? What. Did. You. Do?!”  Geoff the Great, on the other hand, saw the humor in it and wanted to know what the heck she was complaining about.  I love that man.

 

At any rate, I showed her all the friendly young fellows who were scientifically matched up to her based on ‘up to 90 something similar characteristics’.  So then she started showing a nominal amount of interest (but was still glaring at me) – and she sat there as I clicked thru all the profiles mutterering things like, “No mama, he’s not a missionary… no mama, he’s not a farmer… no mama, he sounds like he’s already dated people… no mama, his profile doesn’t say anything about homeschooling…no mama, he watches TV… no mama, he’s a vampire”  etc etc etc

 

Anyhow, I guess the good news is that my daughter will continue to stay single.  And I think she’s right when she says the type of husband she’s looking for wouldn’t be on a ‘dating’ site.  And I couldn’t find a ‘courting site’.  Believe me.  I checked.  I’m considerate like that.

 

But at any rate, I think it was the most fun I’ve had in at least three weeks.

 

Now aren’t you all happy that I wasn’t YOUR momsie?

 

 

How to Have Fun On the Ig Farm

January 19th, 2009

 

 

What does my (almost 15-year-old) daughter Ryann do for entertainment?  I don’t know that I have an apt description. 

 

 

I suppose this would be Tyrannical James had he been born a red-headed girl.  Let us all be thankful he was not.

 

 

 

In non somewhat-disturbing news, Ryann was given an exceptionally fabulous gift by a family from our church.  Everybody loves Ryann.  They not only gave her this beautiful piano, but they also got a moving truck and brought it up and unloaded it for her.  Isn’t it lovely?

 

 

 

Lastly, I have some good news and some bad news.  The bad news is that last night (while Geoff was gone) we had trespassers on our property again near the barn (I think they were looking for their hunting dog).  Since we’re way out in the middle of nowhere this always induces a wee bit of anxiety.  But the good news is that they found the electric fence.

BBBBBZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTT !!!!! 

We heard them screaming from the goat pen. And then within seconds they, their flashlights and their dog were out of sight.  Good clean fun.

 

Feb 14 Barn Dance Update… we have a location and time!  Check HERE (scroll down for the updates) and register today!

Creating Extreme Readers for Adventuresome Boys

January 10th, 2009

 

I was blessed with an over abundance of pet peeves.  Almost everything annoys me.  It’s a gift.  Anyways, somewhere on the (very long) list of things that drive me nuts include ‘children trying to tell me something when I’m in the bathroom’.

 

Usually when this happens I just bellow maniacally, “I… AM… IN… THE… BATHROOM!!!”  But every once in a while I panic about possibly missing something important.

 

So the other day when I was in the shower and I heard an imperative sounding BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG, I let the five year old state his case from behind the door.  It was an urgent statement followed by a question:

 

“Something something something something!!!… something something R-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-I-I-I-CE???!!!

 

Me: “WHAT?!”

 

“Dippy something something teeth!!… something something Ri-i-i-i-i-i-I-I-CE?!”

 

Me: WHAT??!!”

 

“Dippy is something breaking my teeth… something something R-i-i-i-i-i-I-I-CE?!”

 

Me: OK HOLD ON A MINUTE!

 

So after getting OUT of the shower and begin investigating, I learn that the ever-so- important message that HAD to be delivered RIGHT THEN was:

 

“Dippy is making me some tea…. Isn’t that N-i-i-i-i-i-I-I-CE?!”

 

In other news, I came up with a new idea to help my beginning reader.  I’ve been sort of unsatisfied with the reading curriculum I have for him.  I mean, I do like it (Explode the Code) but he needed extra work and the Bob Books just don’t do it for him because he’s a little too old to be interested in ‘Meg and Her Ten Cats”

 

So I got a notebook with 70 sheets and I started writing one-page stories.  And I told him after he reads every single page I will take him on a date.  This has been a huge hit.  Plus, he likes the stories I write for him.  Here’s an example of two:

 

A bunch of snow fell. The boy made a snowman.  He stuck a bomb inside the snowman and then he blew off the snowman’s head.

 

And:

 

The Mom said, “If you do not clean up my room I will shoot the dog.”  The good boy cleaned up her room, so then the mom shot the cat.

 

I wish I would have thought of this sooner.  He is begging me to write him four or five stories a day.

 

In other news, my non-blogging daughter has been blogging more than me lately.  Freaky Friday.

 

 

 

 

 

This Family Video is Brought to You by Ryann Igarashi…

January 7th, 2009

Oh heavens I’m a tardy blogger, which, if you remember my New Year resolution, is precisely what I’m shooting for.

 

I know it doesn’t make any sense, but when it hits about January 5th I mentally believe it’s spring – or that it should be spring.  I know spring doesn’t start in January, but somehow I’m wired to think it will.  Maybe that’s because I lived in Cali for so many years.  Just look how many times I put the word spring into that one little paragraph.

 

In other news, thanks to my brilliantly sublime friend (who was able to put this on YouTube for me), here, for your viewing pleasure is the family video that my daughter, Ryann, single-handedly put together to sum up our 2008 year.  She is a talented girl. 

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Hello 09

January 1st, 2009

 

I love living in Tennessee, but there are some weird things about the south.  Ok, let’s be honest, there’s sort of a lot of weird things about the south.  Anyways, Geoff the Great has been coming home from work with odd stories.  Some of the people he comes in contact with are very southern and have a plethora of distinctly southern, um, charms, that we are entirely unaccustomed to. 

 

He told me that over the last week he’s heard pages of ‘little bits of advice’ for the upcoming New Year.  For instance, one lady told him that she’s saving all her laundry to do on January 1 so that she won’t have to do laundry for the rest of the year.  Apparently, the saying goes that anything you do after the stroke of midnight on New Years will be something you don’t do for the next 364 days.  My husband promptly ended his story by telling me he’d be sleeping on the couch New Years Eve. 

 

He also heard that it’s good luck to eat black eyed peas and hog jaw on New Years Day.  It took him forever to figure that one out because the southern customer who told him that piece of important counsel kept pronouncing it as, “Yeh’needs teh east you sum b’eyed peas and hoshzaw come New’Ears”.  I don’t know if I’ll ever get the language down while we’re out here.

 

In other superstitious news, according to Chinese folklore / history, we are going into the year of the Ox.  Geoff the Great happens to match up as an Ox according to his birthdate.  Last year was the year of the Rat, which happens to match up to my birthdate.  What does that mean in a practical sense?  Um.  I have no idea.

 

In the Philippians, children jump up and down when the clock strikes 12 to ensure they will grow taller.

 

In Norway a rice pudding is made with a hidden almond, the person who receives the almond is guaranteed wealth in the coming year.

 

I wonder how these things get started and who thinks them up. 

 

In other news, I hope you are making plans for the upcoming Valentines Benefit / Dance.  There are some updates here. It will be a very fun time, and it will also serve to help this beautiful familyWe are really looking forward to seeing old friends and some new friends.  You should make plans to come.  It will be really special.  Plus…they say that dancing in the south on Valentines Day will keep you safe from being hit by giant meteors for the next three years.  So, um, yeah, you should definitely try and make it. 

 

I am glad that it is 2009.  I am looking forward to seeing what the Lord will bring our way.  I pray He will strengthen my faith, increase my love for Him and keep me, and my entire family, walking closely with Him and each other.  I pray the same for you, as well.  : )

 

Rejoice in Him always.  I say it again, Rejoice!

Philippians 4:4