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You know how they say that thank-you notes are of UTMOST IMPORTANCE and simply the HEIGHT OF GOOD MANNERS? Well, I agree – it’s nice to say thank-you for a gift that you’ve received. It is good manners.


(Please don’t start throwing stones just yet)

I don’t think it’s quite as HUGE as some people make it out to be…

My husband grew up being taught that you have to give a thank-you note to anyone (including relatives) who gives you a gift of any sort (including Christmas, birthdays, etc). It was pretty extreme, and people would actually get offended if they didn’t receive their thank-you note on time (which makes my inner brat want to say “well then I’m not writing one at all, and if you don’t like it then I don’t really like you! sothereHA).

I, on the other hand, grew up never having written a thank-you note for any of those things. It just wasn’t expected in my family. We weren’t very proper, I guess.

Anyway, my point is that I’m actually a little torn about the whole thing. I think thank-you notes are lovely and important and that yeah, you should write one when you get a gift (within reason)… and yet I also think there should be some understanding. I don’t think it’s necessary to write a thank-you note to close family members (but if you wanna, then go for it), but they are kinda important on occasions such as weddings, showers, and extra-special acts of kindness/gifts.

Also, ahem… I think there should perhaps be some, uh, grace (*looks hopeful and little bit sheepish*)…

…for those mommies who have babies and then don’t get around to writing thank-you notes for gifts that are received after the baby is born until the baby is 6 months old…


(Who has time to write 50 thank-you notes while changing explosive poo diapers and nursing 10 times a day? Oh, I know – mommies who are so much more organized than I could ever hope to be. Dang.)

They were mailed 3 days ago. I’m so happy to cross that off of my to-do list!

What do you (yes, YOU, the lurker, sitting there reading this on your computer) think? What kind of thank-you note tradition did you grow up with? Am I the only one who’s ever written (very) late thank-you note after having a baby?

I grew up without T.V. for the most part.  We never had cable. We had bunny ears so my Dad could watch the Toronto Maple Leafs’ games.  I watched Saturday morning cartoons sometimes, as well as the occasional episode of Full House and Family Matters.

Other than that, I was a bit clueless to all things television. My Mom was always bugging us to “play outside” or “do a craft” or the failsafe “read a book” or other such intellectually and socially stimulating activities.

We I first got married, our first couple of apartments had cable included in the rent.  It was a whole new world of mindless reality TV, spying on other peoples’ lives via TLC, etc, and stupid sitcoms that were “just” over the line of what I was raised to think of as “edifying”.  I was wide-eyed with wonder…

Then came the day when we moved into a new apartment that did NOT include cable.  And of course I refused to pay for it (we were poor anyway, and I really didn’t want to actually admit that I was a bit of a TV junkie).

Guess what happened?

I really didn’t miss it.

Nor do I now.

In fact, when I do check out and watch a couple of back-to-back sitcoms at supper-time (mostly when Chris is out), I find myself only mildly entertained, and majorly annoyed at myself for caving and watching them at all.  Thus, I don’t watch them very often.  I’d say maybe 3 hours of that a week… which sounds like such a waste of time to me…

We also are currently watching a show on DVD (which is much better because there are no commercials to fry your brain) called Stargate SG-1.  Yeah, it’s sci-fi geekiness. Yeah I’ll pause for a sec so you can stop laughing at me… It’s actually really good (and Season 7, which we just finished, is astronomically better than Season 1, but hey it started in the mid-nineties, what can I say?)

We also rent the occasional movie (like maybe one a month, if that).

So, yeah we haven’t chucked the TV out the window yet, and I doubt we ever will… but I am grateful I am NOT a TV junkie.  I shudder when I hear about kids watching an average of like 30 hours/week watching TV.  I can’t even imagine.  I’m grateful to my parents for teaching me the value in not rotting your brain with television.  I intend/hope to pass on this value to my own child, and I plan to do so by example!

My January 11 Resolution (a new year’s resolution in disguise with approximately the same amount of motivation, much more intent, and way better reasoning than “the year just changed”).

I resolve to clean my house.  Realllllly well and regularly.  I’m talking wall-scrubbing, closet-weeding, window-washing, furniture-moving-and-dusting kind of cleaning.


I know, I know, all of you super-organized clean freaks out there are currently wrinkling your noses in righteous indignation exclaiming to your computer screens, “ewww… I would never allow my cleaning to fall behind”…

But I gotta admit – I am an expert at leading a very busy life and allowing those dedication-requiring cleaning jobs to fall by the wayside.  So I resolve on this day of January 11 to make a cleaning schedule and stick to it.  I like cleaning – it makes me happy – therefore this should be a snap.  Furthermore, I resolve to use less and less chemical cleaners and more and more natural cleaners, eventually ridding my home of toxic cleaning chemicals altogether.

I’ll let you know next January 11 how the resolution goes.

I’m sitting here in my dark living room, lit only by strings of Christmas lights, and our Christmas tree in the corner. This is my absolute favorite time to be at home (these weeks before Christmas when all is “aglow” with Christmas-ness). I’m sitting here, feeling sleepy even though it’s only 9:36pm. This makes me feel old. And yet I love it. I feel dreamy (whatever that means). My kitty is curled up next to me on the back of the couch, and is purring. He’s so cute.

I don’t really have anything particular to say. I guess I wish I did. Other people always seem to have just the right thing to say on their blog that makes them look cool, or unique, or thoughtful, or something. I wonder why I even have this blog. That’s a problem with human nature… one can never really have pure intentions. If I say it’s only because I want to journal my thoughts and engage in discussion and interaction with others, I’m probably partly lying. If I say it’s totally a tool to make myself look cool to other people, then I’m really selling myself short. I’m flawed, but I don’t think I’m that shallow! I think I have mixed intentions, if I’m being totally honest. What can I say? I am a victim of generation Y, which means I really value being genuine. Hence, this honest examination of my blogging motives.

Why do you blog? I think only like 3 people ever read this thing, but if you’re reading this, then post a comment. Tell me why you blog (or don’t blog)…

Today was the third day of my new job at AIM, and the first day of driving myself to and from the new job.

Considering the stress and road rage that I’ve experienced from other drivers in TO, I think it’s pretty good that I only got honked at once when not going instantaneously when the light turned green. He must have had a bad day at work…

So, I have joined the ranks of grown-ups everywhere, doing the daily grind of commuting to a job in Toronto from the suburbs. It’s not a bad life. In fact, I rather enjoy it. I willingly left my higher-paying job 2 kms from home for this one. I still can’t believe how lucky I am (or “blessed” to use the Christian lingo) to be working at AIM. I absolutely love it. I know that it will have its tedious moments, but overall I am simply thrilled that I get to think, work, and talk about missions in Africa all day long.

After leaving work, I stopped at Tyndale to pick up my husband. We headed home, sat down to reheated leftovers for supper, and watched the local news.

The epitomy of grown-up-ness.

Despite reaching this time of grown-up-ness in my life, I am determined to never quit having fun, being spontaneous, or enjoying this life that God gave me. I love my life.

I'm Red, he's Honey. I'm the writer of this blog and the source of your entertainment and/or boredom. We're parents of an exceptionally adorable child, and we have no idea what we're doing! This blog is the outlet for my thoughts along the way - welcome! Pull up a couch, grab a cup of tea, and stay a while! Or back away slowly. Whatever works.

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