Manners Matter…Yes it’s True (My thoughts on dinner being a dinner guest)

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I love to talk about manners. For many of us, manners were thoughtfully instilled in us by our parents.Ā  Or by manners-minded teachers from 4th/5th grade (who will probably read this post, you know you you are…thank you!) This could be as easy as holding the door open for a stranger, to remembering to always bring a dish to a potluck meal to placing your napkin in your lap. For some reason, so many people nowadays seem to struggle with basic manners. One of my biggest pet peeves revolves around the Thank You card. I’ve said it before…ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS send a thank you card…but I digress.

Today I’d like to talk about dinner guests. I was taught that when you are invited to someone’s house for dinner (whether it’s a friend, coworker, your boss…whomever) you always ask if there is anything you can bring. Period.

Recently Sam and I had some very dear friends over for dinner. They are also a young married couple. When I first invited them over, the first question of the wife was…what can we bring? I know her parents was well and know that they were the ones to teach her these wonderful manners.

Of course I said not to bring anything, please just bring yourselves. And they did…but they also brought something else…why? …because they also have wonderful manners.

Our friends brought us the lovely bouquet you see in the picture. They did not have to bring anythings, and I told them they should not have brought it, but they did, and I adored their thoughtful gift for nearly 2 weeks.

So here are some basic guidelines to guide us all through the world of being a dinner guest:

  1. Always ask if you can bring something. If your host says no, bring flowers or another small gift for your host.
  2. If your host says yes, and you are going to bring something…then for heaven’s sake actually bring it. There is nothing more rude that saying you will bring something, and then showing up without it.
  3. If you are bringing something, bring enough for everyone. If you bring a pathetic little portion of whatever it was you will just look silly.
  4. I hope this helps. šŸ™‚
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Happy Spring…Hello Again

Hello All…it’s so good to finally be back again. Life has been crazy for Sam and I the past few weeks (as I’m sure it has been for you). But here we are entering spring full of optimism and…seasonal allergies.Ā 29792776_10209341317810498_3049180877238396570_n(2)

This is a photo of us on Easter. We had a really lovely Easter this year. My parents came down from Portland. I prepared a delicious Easter meal that I did not photograph so there won’t be any evidence of that meal on my blog. But I have lot’s of ideas floating around the a new optimism to get back in the swing of blogging again soon. Until then…enjoy all the beautiful flowers that are blooming everywhere…unless you live somewhere that is currently under many inches of snow!

The New Vase (I need your help)

I recently bought a new vase…you might see a pitcher. KEEP READING BECAUSE I NEED YOUR HELP.

Anyway, I’ve had my eye on it for a while. I saw it at my favorite store, Target, several months ago. At that time, it was the original price of $29.99. There is not way that I would pay full price for the vase. But, being the diligently Target shopper that I am, I knew that if I patiently waited, I might find it later on and end-cap at a more reasonable price.

I waited a couple weeks, and behold…it was on an end cap for $18.76. Still, not a price I would pay. There were two left, so I walked away and crossed my fingers. Another week passes, and I once again see the vase. It is again on the end cap and there is ONE vase left. The price is $12.76. I can’t bring myself to buy it. It has to be under $10 to be something I can justify buying. Again, I cross my fingers and wait.

A few more days pass, I once again see the coveted vase on the end-cap. Yet another clearance sticker has been put on the vase and it is now $8.58. I pick it up, admire it, and long to bring it home…but I know that if I just wait a few more days, I may be able to bring it home for even less.

Low and behold, I go to Target last week, walk to my favorite end-cap and see my one lonely vase on the bottom shelf. I pick it up, wistfully thinking it may be a lower price….and IT IS! It now has a clearance sticker that say $5.56. I’ve succeeded. I know at this point I can’t get it for any cheaper so I happily take it home.

NOW I need your help…

I’d like to fill it with a lovely floral arrangement. And I mean silk flowers…I love to have fresh flowers, and Sam and I often surprise each other with real flowers, but I want this new vase to be an arrangement that will last.

WHAT SHOULD IT BE? Send me your thoughts, ideas, pins, photos…

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The Story of My Keys

As you may have seen on my Facebook page, this week started with a hiccup…a pretty BIG hiccup. The story goes like this….

On Monday Morning I left the house, to go get some work done at the church. We live on a street with a large locked mailbox at the end where we and the majority of our neighbors get our mail. . It’s on the way out of our neighborhood so I stopped, as I typically do, on the way to work to pick up our mail (our mail comes insanely early each day).

I am driving our 2017 Chevy Cruze. It has a key-less, push-bottom start, and so it’s easy to put the car in park, hop out, unlock the mailbox, jump back in the car and head into town. And I did just that, got the mail, jumped back in the car, and began my morning.

A little back ground, we live in a small town outside of Salem, OR. It is about a 12 miles drive by highway. It is a nice drive, but it is a little inconvenient. So I try to maximize time that I spend in Salem getting all my errands done. That morning, I needed to stop at Hallmark (located in the mall in downtown Salem) to pick up a birthday card. When I go to our mall in Salem, I typically park the car in the garage. It’s close and convenient.

On this particular day, after parking in the garage, I hopped out of the car and instinctively reached for my pocket to make sure I had my keys with me…but no such luck… no keys. I got back in the car and started searching the console, the passenger seat, cup holders…you know. No keys to be found. Maybe I dropped them outside the car? Nope.

At that time I realized that a good way to check and see if the keys were in the car would be to push the start button and attempt to start the car. If the remote is insideĀ  the car it will start. When I push the button, the car won’t start, and I see the message “NO REMOTE DETECTED.” Well, I think….I must have dropped the keys in the few steps I took outside the car. THEY ARE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN. I get back in the car to look again. Suddenly the car alarm starts to sound. Small short blasts of the horn at first, then long loud blasts. People are walking by and staring. Meanwhile I’m frantically looking for the stupid keys. Finally after shutting the door and sitting very still the alarm goes off. Thank the Lord! By now I realize I cannot find the keys. And I’m stuck. I decide to get out of the car and call Sam.

After I get out the car, the alarm starts to sound again. I am sure that someone from mall security is going to come arrest me at any moment for attempting to steal my own car….

I call Sam’s cell phone several times…obviously he is at work and can’t answer his cell phone but I keep trying…car alarm still blasting in the very echoey parking garage.

After what seems like an eternity, and a lot of prayer, the car alarm stops one again. And, I decide to call Sam’s Branch and try to get a hold of him. His manager answers and I am able to speak to him. I explain that somehow my keys have vanished and I’m stuck in the mall parking garage (about a 5 minute drive from Sam’s Bank). Miraculously, Sam switches his lunch with another coworker and comes to my rescue.

When he arrives, I am standing near the car with the alarm blasting once again. People are really starting to stare now, and I am at my wit’s end. Luckily, my wonderful husband has BOTH of our car faubs on his key ring. He gives me his faub and I am able to start the car and turn off the alarm! But, where are the keys???

By now, I start to think about where they keys may be…did they fall out by our mailbox? A 12 miles drive away. Did they fall out at the Starbucks drive-thru? I just don’t know. After a very long hug and a lot of thank yous, Sam heads back to work. And I begin the drive home to try and find the keys.

Several things are running through my mind at this point. If someone has found my keys there are a number of potential issues. 1. Because my mailbox key is on the key ring, a would be key-finder could easily figure out which house is mine. 2. My house key is cutsy and has a big house one top that says “HOME”. Why did I ever want the cute key? 3. Both our car faubs are on my key ring. The Jeep faub costs $75 to replace, and the Chevy faub is $150 to replace. I’ve read the manual. 4. How much will the dumb mailbox key be to replace? The list goes on.

So here I am trying my hardest to drive the 55mph speed limit on my way home. I turn down our street, and my eyes instantly look to the mailbox. One of our neighbors, an adorable lady who must be about 100 years old is standing in front of the box, so I can’t see the box. I hurriedly park the car and dash to the box.

Miracle of miracles, my keys are right in front of my nose, dangling from my mailbox. I can’t believe it! What luck! At that moment our neighbor who lives closest to the mailbox comes out his front door and asks if those are my keys. I reply a very embarrassed yes.

Apparently, not long after I left my keys in the box, he arrived home and found them. He took them out and figured out which house they belonged at. He walked down to our house and tried to return them, but no one was home. He stuck them back in our box, but was keeping an eye on them out his living room window to question the person who would come claim them.

So there’s the story. I ran leaving my keys in the mailbox. Thankfully, my wonderful husband came to my rescue. And our very trustworthy neighbor kept the keys, our home, and our valuables safe.

 

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The Story of My Keys

As you may have seen on my Facebook page, this week started with a hiccup…a pretty BIG hiccup. The story goes like this….

On Monday Morning I left the house, to go get some work done at the church. We live on a street with a large locked mailbox at the end where we and the majority of our neighbors get our mail. . It’s on the way out of our neighborhood so I stopped, as I typically do, on the way to work to pick up our mail (our mail comes insanely early each day).

I am driving our 2017 Chevy Cruze. It has a key-less, push-bottom start, and so it’s easy to put the car in park, hop out, unlock the mailbox, jump back in the car and head into town. And I did just that, got the mail, jumped back in the car, and began my morning.

A little back ground, we live in a small town outside of Salem, OR. It is about a 12 miles drive by highway. It is a nice drive, but it is a little inconvenient. So I try to maximize time that I spend in Salem getting all my errands done. That morning, I needed to stop at Hallmark (located in the mall in downtown Salem) to pick up a birthday card. When I go to our mall in Salem, I typically park the car in the garage. It’s close and convenient.

On this particular day, after parking in the garage, I hopped out of the car and instinctively reached for my pocket to make sure I had my keys with me…but no such luck… no keys. I got back in the car and started searching the console, the passenger seat, cup holders…you know. No keys to be found. Maybe I dropped them outside the car? Nope.

At that time I realized that a good way to check and see if the keys were in the car would be to push the start button and attempt to start the car. If the remote is insideĀ  the car it will start. When I push the button, the car won’t start, and I see the message “NO REMOTE DETECTED.” Well, I think….I must have dropped the keys in the few steps I took outside the car. THEY ARE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN. I get back in the car to look again. Suddenly the car alarm starts to sound. Small short blasts of the horn at first, then long loud blasts. People are walking by and staring. Meanwhile I’m frantically looking for the stupid keys. Finally after shutting the door and sitting very still the alarm goes off. Thank the Lord! By now I realize I cannot find the keys. And I’m stuck. I decide to get out of the car and call Sam.

After I get out the car, the alarm starts to sound again. I am sure that someone from mall security is going to come arrest me at any moment for attempting to steal my own car….

I call Sam’s cell phone several times…obviously he is at work and can’t answer his cell phone but I keep trying…car alarm still blasting in the very echoey parking garage.

After what seems like an eternity, and a lot of prayer, the car alarm stops one again. And, I decide to call Sam’s Branch and try to get a hold of him. His manager answers and I am able to speak to him. I explain that somehow my keys have vanished and I’m stuck in the mall parking garage (about a 5 minute drive from Sam’s Bank). Miraculously, Sam switches his lunch with another coworker and comes to my rescue.

When he arrives, I am standing near the car with the alarm blasting once again. People are really starting to stare now, and I am at my wit’s end. Luckily, my wonderful husband has BOTH of our car faubs on his key ring. He gives me his faub and I am able to start the car and turn off the alarm! But, where are the keys???

By now, I start to think about where they keys may be…did they fall out by our mailbox? A 12 miles drive away. Did they fall out at the Starbucks drive-thru? I just don’t know. After a very long hug and a lot of thank yous, Sam heads back to work. And I begin the drive home to try and find the keys.

Several things are running through my mind at this point. If someone has found my keys there are a number of potential issues. 1. Because my mailbox key is on the key ring, a would be key-finder could easily figure out which house is mine. 2. My house key is cutsy and has a big house one top that says “HOME”. Why did I ever want the cute key? 3. Both our car faubs are on my key ring. The Jeep faub costs $75 to replace, and the Chevy faub is $150 to replace. I’ve read the manual. 4. How much will the dumb mailbox key be to replace? The list goes on.

So here I am trying my hardest to drive the 55mph speed limit on my way home. I turn down our street, and my eyes instantly look to the mailbox. One of our neighbors, an adorable lady who must be about 100 years old is standing in front of the box, so I can’t see the box. I hurriedly park the car and dash to the box.

Miracle of miracles, my keys are right in front of my nose, dangling from my mailbox. I can’t believe it! What luck! At that moment our neighbor who lives closest to the mailbox comes out his front door and asks if those are my keys. I reply a very embarrassed yes.

Apparently, not long after I left my keys in the box, he arrived home and found them. He took them out and figured out which house they belonged at. He walked down to our house and tried to return them, but no one was home. He stuck them back in our box, but was keeping an eye on them out his living room window to question the person who would come claim them.

So there’s the story. I ran leaving my keys in the mailbox. Thankfully, my wonderful husband came to my rescue. And our very trustworthy neighbor kept the keys, our home, and our valuables safe.

 

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Delicious Slow-Cooker Oatmeal (And I don’t even like oatmeal)

It’s true, oatmeal is typically not my breakfast food of choice. But, when I was getting ready for the Christmas Eve Brunch that Sam and I hosted for our families at our house, I stumbled across this delicious recipe on Pinterest.

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Many of you also know that I am obsessed with My CROCK-POT. Well, I should probably say my CROCK-POT collection of all shapes, sizes, and patterns. And I have my eye on another new one as well! The one you see in the picture is my very first CROCK-POT, bought for my by my favorite Auntie Kathy when I moved into my first apartment.

Follow this link to find the original recipe for this Apple Cinnamon, Steel-Cut Oatmeal. The original recipe is delicious, but we made the following tweeks to it, the second time.

  1. I did not include theĀ optionalĀ butter. It just felt like wasted calories.
  2. I used 3 apples instead of 2. Who doesn’t like more apples?
  3. I added 2 more teaspoons of brown sugar.
  4. I added 1/4 cup of craisins.

 

Finally, we topped this oatmeal off with heavy cream and candied walnuts. It went over really well, and it tasted like dessert!

Not Your Typical Reuben Sandwich

This week has been busy, and we’ve had a lot of things going on. But, whenever life is busy or stressful I find comfort knowing that at the end of the day I can whip up something delicious. Then Sam and I can have a great dinner at the end of a long day.

I love love love Reuben Sandwiches. When we’re out to lunch, and there’s a Reuben on the menu, I usually end up ordering it. In our neck of the woods, it has been rainy and cold and I’ve felt like comfort food. While a sandwich is usually not my comfort food, this oven baked Reuben Sandwich alternative isĀ  a warm, cheesy, comforting option.

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This recipe, Reuben Crescent Bake, comes from Taste of Home.Ā You can find it by clicking the link here.Ā  I just leave off the caraway seeds, because I’m not the biggest fan of them. Enjoy!