Thursday, February 25, 2010

I am revelling at the hilarity of my "twins"

























When they were little we called them "Thing One and Thing Two", from the Cat in the Hat. They are inseparable and find similar humor in things being the closest in age in the house. We call them twins because they are only 1 year apart, as opposed to the 4 year span of everybody else.




When they were waiting for the bus they call the other children Quirintas and Quirintos. If we get a bag of clothes that fit them, they call them Acuerdos(literally "I could wear those"). If they are calling eachother to dinner they say "Ueecnete" (Literally "We can eat") They are destined to be linguists if they can ever get their English under their belts. I am always saying what did you say to her. Their language is more difficult for me to study than Latin was. I asked for a list of vocabulary words to study their language and Enoch responded that their language is a primitive and hasn't any written form yet. They are hilarious. They don't speak English, but at least there are two of them who speak their language. :)

3 comments:

jackie said...

i think my jabryl belongs to you then cause nobody understands him hahahahah(funny)

Jayne said...

I think that we should create a science that studies the language of the young people affected by the internet and tv. They blend words and cultures and thoughts together and there is no social unit to bind them. They are common on the facebook, but they don't necessarily talk to the people in the neighborhood. Their language skills forbid us from understanding what they are talking about. I keep trying to ask them what this or that means. It is a neverended study of mine to keep track of what they are talking about. I have taken Latin and studied Greek and this is by far alot harder.

Joanne Bodden said...

That primitive Language really intrigues me Jayne! I bet it is even more hilarious then could be described but you did a great job at getting me to laugh thanks!!!

jackie I bet Jabryl would understand that language for sure.

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.