Monday, January 25, 2010
This is my buffet after 2 quarts of white high gloss paint and six new brushed nickel drawer pulls!
Oh my gosh - Here is the nearly SAME buffet featured at The Lettered Cottage Blog. (I went to Young House Love clicked thru to All Things G&D, and then clicked to The Lettered Cottage and came across it.) My buffet is FAMOUS! According to The Lettered Cottage Blog, the photo is courtesy of "Cottage Living".
I don't think Mark would go for ribbon drawer pulls...?!!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Where am I going with this? Well, what is the best way to be in touch with individuals, friends or family for personal purposes?
Honestly, I think of the missed, lost, or neglected messages due to the fact that there are simply too many ways to communicate, and too many places to leave a message. Because of the multiple ways to send or receive a message, every single one of them is diluted in their effectiveness of reaching the recipient, and then actually being responded to.
Examples of interpersonal communication - E mail, text messages, tweeting, Facebook messages, VM at home, VM at work, VM on the cell phone, caller ID log if you choose NOT to leave a msg or you didn't listen to my message, comments on a blog, or snail mail with the US postal service... I guess.
Honestly... it is complex (and TIME CONSUMING) to keep up! With so many options (or distractions?) is there any time left to actually "chat" with true friends, one on one, exchanging meaningful information... (rather than a one line 120 character update about your reaction to what you viewed on TV last night?)
There are times when I long for the day when there was ONE home phone number for a family, with ONE machine to take messages (or the human who answered), and NO caller ID. You knew if the family was home, because if they were, they actually ANSWERED their phone. You knew if they were on the phone (thus being home) because there was a simple BUSY signal! How often do we simply CHOOSE not to answer a phone, because we don't want to be bothered with actually TALKING to someone (communicating DIRECTLY). We would rather listen to the message, or read the message, and then choose how we will respond and when. If someone actually has an EMERGENCY, and doesn't get in touch with us with their first course of contact, they quickly move on to the next method to contact us.
Back in the good old days, people actually ANSWERED A RINGING phone, because there might actually BE AN EMERGENCY! They actually HEARD their ringing phone because it was loud, and attached to the wall, with a curly cord. Back in the day... like all high school girls, I LOVED to lounge on my bed and TALK to my BF Cindy on the phone!
Now days, who EVER calls a home phone??????? Like many, Mark and I do not have a land line. Back in the day, we would have actually had to communicate with other individuals in a household to take a message. I actually miss this!
For many individuals today, a phone call to any number is the least preferred method of communication. (God forbid there is an answer, and we talk, converse, directly, right then... and there...)
Honestly.... Do you see what I mean?
It actually saddens me how this is shaping our communication with our friends and family in this decade. I know I am effected. In fact, I am blogging right now, which is a MASS COMMUNICATION in its truest form. I am just expounding on things we all know are true. Sometimes, I honestly fear we all may know both a LOT MORE unimportant things, and a LOT LESS important things about those dear to us because of mass communication (Facebook!?).
My brother told me a few years back, "If you want to get a hold of me, or tell me something, CALL ME! You are my sister for GOD SAKES! Pick up the phone. Don't e-mail me!" I truly respect this about Brett, and he remains firm to this even today. We don't text each other either. You see, we care enough about each other to talk directly, with our voices, on an even exchange.
Mass Communication and Communications are NOT the same thing. As a society, we have become pros at communicating with the masses, and I feel with each key stoke on our fancy phone, laptop, etc... we move a teeny tiny bit farther from true interpersonal communication. You see interpersonal communication takes more of an investment of ourselves, our time, and our emotions. But my point is, to be true to friendships and family, I think this investment is pertinent.
So...for myself, I will make it a goal to be conscious that "mass communication" is NOT a direct connect! I will be conscious to invest of myself for those I value. (Most certainly I will also continue to blog. Tune in and out as you please! My best friend has never once visited my blog (I don't think). That is just fine by me. We usually chat several times a week.)
Unfortunately, I think society and technology are working against me. At the moment I don't text, I don't twitter and tweet, I rarely post about myself on Facebook. I still like personal e mails to individuals through their actual e mail account too. Shall I call myself a "purist"? Surely not, since I am a blogger! I will tell you though, with blogging, I do feel I get to share the whole story, and emotion with all of you.
So, the truth is, I have no clarity... I just wanted to bla bla on my blog about my observations!
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Molly commented to try Tonic. Tonic Water? I can't recall what she told me that Brian told her was in it... but it seems to cure that annoying twitch. Molly is quite intelligent, and better yet.. her husband (Brian) is an Optometrist (oh, and I am positive he is quite intelligent too!).
(If you live in, around, or anywhere near St. Paul - I give the Highland Family Eye Care my glowing recommendation).
Anyway... this tonic thing sounded like a VERY good plan to me (Grey Goose, Grey Goose). Mark had a work dinner meeting, so I was on kid pick up detail, thus had to shorten my work day. As I made supper for the three of us (left over lasagna and fresh steamed broccoli), I decided to put the tonic to the test. Well...the truth is, my eye wasn't actually twitching anymore, but it REALLY felt like it might start again at any moment! So, I got out the tonic (and the Grey Goose of course). I mean really, who is going to drink JUST tonic!
Anyway, I really enjoyed my tonic (and Grey Goose). My eye is MUCH better too! I am sure the TONIC did the trick!
Thank you Molly (and Dr. Snyder)!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Many months back, I mentioned Mark and I bought a vacuum. Honostly, we made a considerable investment in this necessary home cleaning tool. We bought a top of the line brand at a vacuum store. I STILL cringe at what we spent... but I do not plan on buying a vacuum AGAIN for about 18 years! (Seriously! Plus we had special needs with the kind of carpet existing in our home.) Below is a model of the beauty that now resides in our upper hall closet, or lower furnace room, depending on where we last vacuumed. I hope it was money well spent. Below is a model or style of vacuum coveted by women in the country (okay...by my mom! Oh.. and my aunts have them too). There it is folks - CENTRAL VACUUM! (Insert vocal AHHHS! here.)
I bet many of you born and raised in a metropolitan area didn't even know this type of home maintenance product existed. It is a vacuum system installed into your home. There are pipes in the wall, a motor and collection system in your garage or basement, and little holes with covers the size of an electrical outlet throughout the house where you attach your hose and floor unit. Quite a system! Let me tell you from experience, these things have power! (and they last forever).
When my parent's built our house back when I was in the 8th grade, my mom got central vac. My parents stuck to a budget. My mom had a regular tub in her master bathroom (nothing extra big or elevated, no jets) but she got CENTRAL VAC! What does that say about the priorities of a farm wife! Our house was around 3,000 square feet and we had two plugs/wall mounts upstairs and two down. We also had a VERY long hose and two different floor units (one for carpet and one for limoleum) that had a special home in a custom built cabinet in my mom's HUGE laundry room (further insight to life on the farm).
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
So, starting on Thursday, Marly and Dean were a chorus of "Kelly's House? Kelly's House?" in anticipation of the weekend.
They played outside.
Monday, January 18, 2010
If you bought a latte or coffee (or plan to this week), perhaps you can donate $4 too. Do you have $10 to spare... go on line and donate it. When I look at the generation younger then myself... twenty somethings who mostly don't read my blog (but have a home, a job, a car), I hope they will be inspired to give something to the people of Haiti. I hope this will also inspire them in a lifetime ahead of philanthropy.
There are many places to give. Heck, Mark and I just gave to the Red Cross at the Costco register on Sunday. With all we spent on OURSELVES, it only felt right to add a few dollars on for those in Haiti who do NOT have a cart brimming with food (who are HUNGRY and THIRSTY right now). Our receipt clearly indicates our Red Cross donation, and is tax deductible.
Clinton Bush Haiti Fund
You can also go on to my friend Molly's blog and see how her family is giving and involving the blogger world by clicking HERE.
PLEASE GIVE. Now or in the weeks ahead, our funds are needed.
Friday, January 15, 2010
At nearly 3, Marly occasionally wakes up in the middle of the night crying. Dean is even more likely to wake up, cry... or wake up and simply toddle to my bedside, to be scooped up and snuggled in. Honestly, giving in to their desire is the path of least resistance. It is the path most likely to lead to MORE precious sleep. More sleep is very important to a man who works at a coffee shop, and begins his day well before the crack of dawn. Often though, I resist letting the Twinners into our bed. (Which upsets Mark as they are crying at 2:45 am.) I have thought it negative for their greater sleep habits to indulge them in this way.
This week I have changed my thinking on the subject. You see... I read this post by McMama about the times and moments your wee ones WANT and NEED you being GONE before you know it. She talks about cherishing and living in those moments. Before I know it, Dean and Marly won't WANT to sleep in my bed. Just this morning, McMama updated her thoughts in this post. She mentioned the last night she was going to bring one of her MSC (Many Small Children) into bed with her, just because SHE wanted to.
So... Marly and Dean, if it is the middle of the night and you want your mommy and daddy, "Come on in!"
Just last night, Marly did wake up crying. I went in to comforter her. I did bring her to our bed before she woke Dean up too. (Indeed, at first I tried to resist. Indeed, Mark just said to bring her in. He always does) She found a comfy spot between Mark and I. Sometime around 4:30 AM, Dean wandered in on his own. He had been fussing somewhat prior to his entrance. He found his own warm, comfy spot on my side. Mark left early. Like normal, he barely interrupted my own slumber. It was comforting and calming to wake this morning with my own precious brood snuggled next to me. This morning was a morning to cherish. There are so many times like that, and I will not let them slip by me.
Too bad we don't have the room or the finances for a king size bed!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
I commented I didn't think he had taken the trash out once since we moved in (6 months ago). "Sure I have." he said, but then forgot the trash at the top of the stairs. As he was putting on his shoes at the entry, I again said, "Can you take this trash out?" He replied, "Sure, if you bring it down to me." So I did. He finished zipping his jacket and left the house. I noticed the bags sitting at the bottom of the steps. I rushed out to the garage as he was pulling out. He rolled the window down. I yelled, "Would you PLEASE put these in the trash!!!" as I dropped them on the floor of the garage.
You get the drift... and yes at this point I might as well have put them in the large bins myself...
Mark returned home. Before entering the house, he did put the bags in their containers (I checked). Later, he drank a bottle of Izzy All Natural soda. When it was finished, he set the glass bottle on the counter (right next to the pantry). Many, many times I have noted Mark's recyclable items left there, and requested he PLEASE throw them away instead of leaving his trash on the counter for me to clean up behind him. I picked up the empty bottle, pulled back the pantry curtain, threw the bottle into the recycle bag, and asked, "Why do you always leave your trash on the counter??? Why don't you put it in the bag?? It is about a foot away?"
His response - "There is a recycle bag in there? I never knew that! You never told me."
Oh dear lord! I have kept the brown paper grocery bag in the pantry for this EXACT purpose since we first moved to our home (6 months ago). Maybe I should use my label maker and put a nice little sticker on each bag for Mark's benefit!
This solidifies my argument that he hasn't taken out the trash since we moved in.
The recycle bag (above)... and it's location inside the pantry (to the left in the lower photo, directly inside).
In Mark's own defense, he does vacuum, and will scrub a bathroom with out even being asked. He is a good guy... but good grief men/husbands (not just Mark) sure have their annoying qualities.
Mark also finds himself unable to get his laundry into a clothes hamper. I have asked many married women (both young and more mature) about their other half's use of this dirty laundry collection mechanism. From what I can tell through my research, this appears to be a universal problem with that other half. (No I do not ask Mark to wash laundry, fold laundry, or put it away. This would be a waste of my breath. I only ask that he put his DIRTY laundry where it belongs. He has a lot of excuses as to why he is unable to perform this task.)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Saturday our neighbor girl Anna was on board to babysit. The Thomberg's were going out like real adults, to dinner with the Hentges. It has been a long time, and it was a GREAT night out... like real adults.
The Hengtes came and played with the kids a bit before we headed to a nearby restaurant in Champlin called Maverick's. Maverick's is a woodfire bar and grill a couple of miles from our house on the river. I have yet to actually sit in the dining room, so I have no idea if you can actually see the river. I do know that is has the right price point, decent service, atmosphere, old school decor with retro punches, and is a nice departure from the typical suburban chain. Mark and I have been there a few times for drinks, and decided it might be just the spot to take the Hengtes. It made for a great, casual night out with friends. As we invest in things near our home, I am sure we will be back often in the year's ahead, including with the Twinners.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Below is what I am suppose to be reading for my neighborhood ladies book club TOMORROW night...
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Here are the kiddos after our beef stroganoff dinner. Cale loved my fresh green beans baked with olive oil and sea salt, although I think he decided his chef/entertainer extrodiare for the evening was a wee bit nutty herself. M & D were such great hosts, they could not contain themselves long enough to sit at the table (set with china) and eat any of the nutty chef's food. The Twinners favored running circles around the kitchen instead, which was the perfect display of manners for our fine little guest, as he nibbled on his green beans.
All we really needed were balloons...
For full disclosure about our ROUSING evening, after Hiedi departed, Mark and I watched the New York CNN live version of the ball dropping snuggled under our comforter at 11 pm our time. Mark was coming down with a nasty cold and was asleep by 11:36 PM. After I pouted a few more minutes about being in bed so early on NYE, I drifted off to sleep too!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
You take a hot bath and use your favorite new princess and frog towels (which were a Christmas gift from Auntie Rachel).
Monday, January 4, 2010
So, where is there a single holiday family photo of the Thomberg 4? There isn't one. We forgot!
How about one of Marly and Dean all cutsie in their Christmas ensembles in front of the tree or fire place? Yup - No photo. My goodness! You can't see it, but Marly has on little leg warmers with her GAP dress that match Dean's sweater. (Yes, I am the mommy to Twins who still attempts to coordinate them from time to time, and still dresses them simultaneously in the same brands.)
Here is what we do have (minus a LOT of photos of the Twinners opening gifts)...
Eating our wings and ribs dinner (along with cheese curds and jalapeno poppers) after church at home on Christmas Eve (since we did not travel to Jan's due to the weather). I am chuckling as I type. It doesn't look all that appetizing because it wasn't, but it will make for good story in the year's to come.
Christmas Morning - Santa left the kid's gifts downstairs by the fire place where he naturally entered via the roof. Of course we had left him some snacks the night before on the kiddy table nearby - Chex Mix and carmel corn for Santa, spinach for the reindeer, and a glass of red wine to keep the big man jolly (...oops, Mommy drank the wine!)
Out of order, but we are dressed and ready to head to Kelly and Pat's for Christmas dinner.