tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54190032024-03-21T14:40:48.710-04:00Quistilton NewsLife with the QuistiltonsLinniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-90178445951143277262010-03-13T17:57:00.001-05:002010-03-13T17:57:44.418-05:00The Biggie thought the word “flatulent” meant “polite.” (She said, “it sounds like gallant!”) If that were true, this family could write the book on etiquette. I’m just sayin’.Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-74028441365237744922010-03-05T08:03:00.006-05:002010-03-05T08:10:27.403-05:00What It Has Come ToThis note is posted above the controls of my stove. Just a little reminder, though I’m thinking, with the economy down, who would sneer at a little extra protein?The other day I heard Milo at his food bowl, then realized he was sitting at my feet. Hm. The crunching sounds continued. Tiptoeing over to the bowl, I saw a flash of movement into a teeny weeny hole I’d never Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-17491462746214704972010-03-04T16:09:00.001-05:002010-03-04T16:10:13.090-05:00Vocabulary of the Day:Blebitis: Inflammation of the tongue such that its protrusion from the mouth interferes with normal speech, e.g. “Dis blebitis is mekkin it hahd ta tahk.”Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-73771134235227943152010-02-25T05:16:00.002-05:002010-02-25T05:20:10.305-05:00AbandoblogHey there, good lookin’. Didn’t I know you, back in the day? Say, a year or two ago?What happened to Quistilton News, you ask. (1) More work. (2) Facebook. ‘Nuff said. Now there’s still more work (thankfully), but Facebook jumped the shark when people like me joined it. (Note that I am still on there, but have learned to wrangle into submission my addiction to fluffy, sugary Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-10663963804166107792008-11-11T20:25:00.001-05:002008-11-11T20:25:56.598-05:00Things I Never Thought I Would Have to Say, Part Four“Don’t spray sunscreen on the windows!”Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-10218956595392619312008-11-04T08:03:00.003-05:002008-11-04T08:07:27.228-05:00Brought To You By InsomniaThe best way I have ever spent insomniatic time--VOTING. I was up early listening to the Wee One cough (hello, asthma season!) when I remembered that the polls opened at 6. As I drove down the road, I encountered my neighbor, letting the chickens out. He was on his way to the polls, too. When I got to the community center, his wife was already there, as were about 15Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-564551182360564112008-10-27T12:04:00.001-04:002008-10-27T12:04:25.434-04:00Things I Never Thought I Would Have to Say, Part Three“Stop licking the bus stop!”Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-43561360934041427112008-10-23T11:57:00.001-04:002008-10-23T11:57:34.643-04:00Vocabulary of the Day:Post-Herpetic Neuralgia-A generalized painful sensation experienced after encountering a lizard.Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-14647788116251963832008-10-21T22:39:00.000-04:002008-10-21T22:40:08.490-04:00SNOW. That's right. I'm thinking this winter's going to be a doozie.Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-11303235349264118312008-10-07T13:08:00.007-04:002008-10-07T13:21:29.656-04:00Breaking Biggie News FlashShe won a national Amtrak essay contest!!!She wrote the essay while we were traveling on the Amtrak Cascade in Oregon in August. The notification was delivered to me by FedEx just now. She didn't win the grand prize of some sort of El Capitan super train, but rather one of 14 "first" prizes of a Polar Express train set--which is the one she wanted, anyway.Very many Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-47610176176616801012008-10-06T23:17:00.002-04:002008-10-06T23:20:07.655-04:00Keeping It SurrealAs I pulled up to my dentist's office today, I noticed what looked like a corral next to the building...and in it, a young heifer who tried to eat my coat sleeve when I fed her some stray hay. Dr. Piskorowski's latest rescue project, indeed.Man, sometimes I just love Ithaca.Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-69726633571763762012008-08-06T08:01:00.002-04:002008-08-06T08:03:48.120-04:00I ordered the Wee One a teeny red backpack for school. It arrived on Friday and she promptly packed it for our upcoming “Girl Trip” to Oregon (the poor Husband has to stay here and work). Here is what she deemed essential equipment for venturing to the hinterlands of the West Coast:4 packets of Swiss Miss instant hot cocoa, with marshmallows2 packets microwave popcorn5 quarters, 1 nickel and 4 Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-62127651525136624882008-08-05T20:06:00.002-04:002008-08-05T20:10:56.179-04:00The Hostile Takeover is CompleteIt finally happened. I had to look up a word used by the Biggie. It wasn’t that big a word, and upon retrospect I knew what it meant (this is the “saving face” portion of the program, folks) but she was flinging words at me; we were in mid-fight mode, and I was rattled by her multi-syllabic grenades coupled with my cumulative years of sleep deprivation. “Mama,” Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-34748490275784753152008-07-30T14:50:00.002-04:002008-07-30T14:55:18.031-04:00Vocabulary of the DayPerhaps this one shouldn't count, because it's real, but here is an actual journal title that I've been pulling abstracts from today: Vox Sanguinis, abbreviated "Vox Sang" in citations. Yes, that would be, in Latin, "The Voice of Blood."A little light reading for your nightstand, there.Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-12151689530732320562008-05-28T09:17:00.002-04:002008-05-28T09:19:04.624-04:00Parenting Genius Award(If I knew how to do anything fancy I would insert sparkling graphics or perhaps a cartoon dancing kitten here.)I would just like to take a moment to present myself with the long-sought, most glorious Parenting Genius Award. This award marks one of the few opportunities in parenting to rest on your laurels, pat yourself on the back and say, “Job well done!”*Unfortunately I Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-44817259559353316092008-05-26T09:10:00.003-04:002012-03-23T10:59:22.857-04:00A comment made on the last post (thanks, Amy) made me realize I should explain something. The vocabulary of the day posts (all two of them) come from actual words or phrases I come across in the research related to my work, and my imagined meanings for them. The definitions rise from my criss-crossed Latin language/Biology Major*/random non-professional medical worker/M.Ed. background, heavily Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-44111042854229559562008-05-22T10:12:00.002-04:002008-05-22T10:12:57.296-04:00Vocabulary of the Day:Intraoperative pachymetry-The systematic measurement of anesthetized elephants.Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-50649402160834292912008-03-04T08:57:00.002-05:002008-03-04T08:58:16.258-05:00Quote of the Day, Out of the Random Mouths of Babes, Biggie edition:"Every clock in this house says a DIFFERENT TIME. It is exactly like VENICE."Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-81577339644745397022008-03-04T08:51:00.001-05:002008-03-04T08:53:44.182-05:00Vocabulary of the day:Hypovolemia - a dangerous lack of small insectivorous mammalsThis is what happens when my checkered educational and career backgrounds intersect.Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-26556818560591500932008-02-14T20:26:00.001-05:002008-02-14T20:26:36.219-05:00OK that was sortof frightening. I'll put some normal pictures up soon.Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-53144342972882969242008-02-14T20:07:00.007-05:002008-02-14T20:25:35.545-05:00I don't know what I'm doing with this picture thing, the taking of, posting of, etc. These gorgeous photos were taken with my cell phone. Here is the Biggie, and what I like to call (after the heart-to-heart I had with our dentist today) The $5,000 Mouth. Observe the artfully crafted double cross-bite and the gynormously overcrowded teeth in all their glory. Six of those puppies are coming Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-36297986892218206172008-02-14T18:14:00.002-05:002008-02-14T18:41:57.454-05:00Well hey there, good lookin'. Long time, no see. How's tricks?OK, it has been a while. Lame excuses: I was busy. I forgot my blogger login. My mojo was lo-lo. My yin and yang were being balanced. My aura was in the shop.Let's bring y'all up to the present. The Biggie and Wee One are the same, only skinnier, taller and even more chatty than before. The Big is in second grade and would Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-38251735633130950802007-07-11T03:36:00.001-04:002010-03-08T09:11:36.978-05:00Once Again, Brought to You By InsomniaIs anyone else attempting to read all of the previous Harry Potter books before the LAST ONE comes out? I’m only on number 2, and a new work assignment + constant kid duty means I have little chance of finishing them all. Plus I realized I have an all-day teacher training (for church, no I haven’t gone out and gotten a real job!) THE DAY THE BOOK COMES OUT.Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-23512438462169521222007-06-21T19:47:00.000-04:002007-06-21T19:48:03.394-04:00The Wee One calls seagulls “snow eagles.”Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419003.post-88548054736798409562007-06-21T18:57:00.000-04:002007-06-21T18:59:53.532-04:00Thunderclouds are looming, the sky is rumbling and there’s a tornado warning in effect. All appropriate for the day, as far as I’m concerned.This was the Biggie’s last day of first grade, her last day with the teacher who so lovingly nurtured her through kindergarten and first grade, who brought her from reading single words to off-the-elementary charts grown-up books prowess. She has taught Linniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14916420421386673092noreply@blogger.com0