Thursday, January 19, 2006
flu bug
Keeping with the routine of these last 15 months, if we push ourselves a little too much we get sick: sometimes a cold, sometimes the yeast overgrowth gets worse; this time the flu. I got it first on Sunday, Brady followed on Monday, and Erin came down with it on Tuesday. It hasn't been as rough as it could be and lasts about 48 hours. Usually when we push ourselves and overdo, it is because the event or activity is worth it emotionally: it's something we really enjoy doing. Like the Proverb says: "A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones." (17:22) We know these physical setbacks are temporary and that our health has been nourished greatly by doing things that make us smile and laugh.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Weird things are happening
I don't want to scare you all. No new weird things are happening around here. But I'm reminded of the babysitter's lines in the movie, "The Incredibles," as I consider a few things about our lives. It's weird that we have less energy than my 92 year old grandfather who has recovered from pneumonia after nearly dying this Thanksgiving. It's weird that we're taking supplements to help us that are made by a company called "Young Again Nutrients." It's weird having a disease that doctor's are unsure of how to fix, but anyone with cancer knows what that feels like. Weird things are happening, but the weird things in Jack Jack's life were used for good for him and his family. And we know, because of God's promises, that the weird things happening with us are being used for good in our lives too. Yes, we have special needs...but doesn't everybody?
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Erin's 15th!
Erin is pictured playing the role of Elizabeth Montgomery at her murder/mystery dinner party held at the Mazzing Mansion (McIntosh home) on Friday, the 13th. Seven other girls, Brady, a friend of mine who played the maid (what a kind friend!), and I also had parts. Erin's character turned out to be the murderer - much to everyone's surprise!
Why Blog?
This blog started out as "schoolwork" for the kids. They weren't healthy enough to dig into their history and science books so I had to get creative in helping them to keep their minds working a bit. They were wanting to post our trip (England/Wales '04) pictures on the web and I encouraged them to do that on a blog where they could describe the pictures as well.
We're still not healthy enough for school days. In fact, it is often difficult for us to talk on the phone. After waivering back and forth with the idea of keeping this blog going, I decided this might be a fun way to communicate what's going on with us. The opportunity for my readers to comment makes it convenient, too.
Hope you can sit down with a cup of tea for a visit with me once a week or so.
We're still not healthy enough for school days. In fact, it is often difficult for us to talk on the phone. After waivering back and forth with the idea of keeping this blog going, I decided this might be a fun way to communicate what's going on with us. The opportunity for my readers to comment makes it convenient, too.
Hope you can sit down with a cup of tea for a visit with me once a week or so.
New Blogger and New Name
I've adopted this blog from the kids. The previous posts have been entered by Brady and Erin. They've moved on (Erin has her own blog and Brady has his own website - see links.) I'll try to post on this with some regularity.
Why did I name it "just me?" More and more, I meet people who say, "Oh you must be Brent's wife. He's my pharmacist," or "You must be Mrs. McIntosh, Erin's mom." You get the idea. It's actually a wonderful compliment when this happens...as a wife and mom of a wonderful family I wouldn't have it any other way.
Why did I name it "just me?" More and more, I meet people who say, "Oh you must be Brent's wife. He's my pharmacist," or "You must be Mrs. McIntosh, Erin's mom." You get the idea. It's actually a wonderful compliment when this happens...as a wife and mom of a wonderful family I wouldn't have it any other way.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Word of the Week
puckish
adj: impish, whimsical
With a turned-up nose and shock of red hair, Lambert has a puckish appearence that contrasts with his courtly manner.
Did you know?
We know Puck as a mischievous sprite who changed shapes, caused milk to spoil, and frightened village maidens in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. The Bard drew on English folklore in casting his character, but the traditional Puck was downright evil. In medieval England, this nasty hobgoblin was known as the puck, pucke, or pouke. To the Irish such a creature was the pooka, and to the Welsh he was pwcca. But it was the Bard's characterization that stuck, and by the time the adjective "puckish" started appearing regularly in English texts in the late 1800s, the association was one of impishness rather than evilness. -Merriam-Webster's 365 New Words Calender
First fairy/Moth (who Erin plays as in Midsummer Night's Dream)
Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Called Robin Goodfellow. Are you not he
That frights the maidens of the villagery,
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn,
And sometime make the drink to bear no barn,
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that 'Hobgoblin' call you, and 'Sweet Puck',
You do their work, and they shall have good luck.
Are you not he?
Puck Thou speakest aright:
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likness of a filly foal;
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl
In very likeness of a roasted crab;
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
And on her withered dewlop pour the ale.
The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale
Sometime for threefoot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum. Down topples she,
And 'Tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole choir hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen on their mirth, and sneeze, and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
-taken from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare
adj: impish, whimsical
With a turned-up nose and shock of red hair, Lambert has a puckish appearence that contrasts with his courtly manner.
Did you know?
We know Puck as a mischievous sprite who changed shapes, caused milk to spoil, and frightened village maidens in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. The Bard drew on English folklore in casting his character, but the traditional Puck was downright evil. In medieval England, this nasty hobgoblin was known as the puck, pucke, or pouke. To the Irish such a creature was the pooka, and to the Welsh he was pwcca. But it was the Bard's characterization that stuck, and by the time the adjective "puckish" started appearing regularly in English texts in the late 1800s, the association was one of impishness rather than evilness. -Merriam-Webster's 365 New Words Calender
First fairy/Moth (who Erin plays as in Midsummer Night's Dream)
Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Called Robin Goodfellow. Are you not he
That frights the maidens of the villagery,
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn,
And sometime make the drink to bear no barn,
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that 'Hobgoblin' call you, and 'Sweet Puck',
You do their work, and they shall have good luck.
Are you not he?
Puck Thou speakest aright:
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likness of a filly foal;
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl
In very likeness of a roasted crab;
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
And on her withered dewlop pour the ale.
The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale
Sometime for threefoot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum. Down topples she,
And 'Tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole choir hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen on their mirth, and sneeze, and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
-taken from A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare
Rebecca
Rebecca
Who slammed Doors for Fun and Perished Miserably
A Trick that everyone abhors
In Little Girls is slamming Doors.
A Wealthy Banker's little Daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this Furious Sport.
She would deliberately go
And Slam the door like Billy-Ho!
To make her Uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild:
She was an aggravating child.
It happened that a Marble Bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the Door this little Lamb
Had carefully prepared to Slam,
And down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that!
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Her funeral Sermon (which was long
And followed by a Sacred Song)
Mentioned her Virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her Vices too,
And showed the Dreadful End of One
Who goes and slams the door for Fun.
-Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc wrote a book called Cautionary Verses, in which other poems, like this one, show the fate of those who do things they shouldn't. I find them all rather humorous. :)
Erin
Who slammed Doors for Fun and Perished Miserably
A Trick that everyone abhors
In Little Girls is slamming Doors.
A Wealthy Banker's little Daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this Furious Sport.
She would deliberately go
And Slam the door like Billy-Ho!
To make her Uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild:
She was an aggravating child.
It happened that a Marble Bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the Door this little Lamb
Had carefully prepared to Slam,
And down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that!
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Her funeral Sermon (which was long
And followed by a Sacred Song)
Mentioned her Virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her Vices too,
And showed the Dreadful End of One
Who goes and slams the door for Fun.
-Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc wrote a book called Cautionary Verses, in which other poems, like this one, show the fate of those who do things they shouldn't. I find them all rather humorous. :)
Erin
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