Showing posts with label olden days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label olden days. Show all posts
Friday, February 29, 2008
Friday, October 19, 2007
ISTP
All this talk about Myers Briggs made me curious. Matthew and I went to the conference FCC had about 7.5 years ago. I was pregnant with Isaiah and we were newly married. I remember it being really interesting but couldn't remember what we were/are.
I'm an ISTP and Matthew is an ENTJ.
My "S" score was 25 with only a 1 on the "N" side. Just give me the facts people. A phrase that described an ISTP was, "If they want help, they'll ask for it." I have said that since I was little. I get completely stressed out if people offer to help with stuff. Matthew wanted to have my mom come over and help out with laundry after my second C-section and I started to cry. Most people probably would have been thankful. I got stressed. You should have seen the emotion when Matthew's mom offered to cook food, gasp, are you nuts? I cried for days over that incident. It all makes much more sense why I responded that way now.
An occupation they describe for an ENTJ was a business owner. Guess what Matthew is? He runs his own sign business. Also, in reference to answering the question, "Is the glass half full or half empty?" ENTJs say, "Hey, this isn't a water glass it's a beer glass!" Thought that was funny.
An ISTP's answer to the glass question is, "Who cares it's just water." Yep, that's me. I would definitely say, "Who gives a rip?"
If you know what you are let me know. I forgot how fun this was.
I'm an ISTP and Matthew is an ENTJ.
My "S" score was 25 with only a 1 on the "N" side. Just give me the facts people. A phrase that described an ISTP was, "If they want help, they'll ask for it." I have said that since I was little. I get completely stressed out if people offer to help with stuff. Matthew wanted to have my mom come over and help out with laundry after my second C-section and I started to cry. Most people probably would have been thankful. I got stressed. You should have seen the emotion when Matthew's mom offered to cook food, gasp, are you nuts? I cried for days over that incident. It all makes much more sense why I responded that way now.
An occupation they describe for an ENTJ was a business owner. Guess what Matthew is? He runs his own sign business. Also, in reference to answering the question, "Is the glass half full or half empty?" ENTJs say, "Hey, this isn't a water glass it's a beer glass!" Thought that was funny.
An ISTP's answer to the glass question is, "Who cares it's just water." Yep, that's me. I would definitely say, "Who gives a rip?"
If you know what you are let me know. I forgot how fun this was.
Home
Well, we bought ourselves a house. We will close October 30th and move that weekend. The house is in Alden Township/Osceola school district and is north of Star Prairie, which is north of New Richmond. It'll take Matthew about 30 minutes to get back to Hudson to work. For now I think we'll still attend FCC on Sundays but....sniff....sniff....it'll be too far at night, on country roads, in the winter to come back for AWANA. Huge bummer but, I'm sure we'll find something local that we like. I'll miss my Sparks soooo stinkin' much. I had to call Kim G. on Wednesday and tell her that next Wednesday will be my last night.
We weren't planning on moving until next summer, after the school year, but it just sort of happened. I'll explain the house saga but first a little look into the housing history of Matthew and Katie Rolli. If I hadn't been there I wouldn't have believed it.
About nine years ago we rented an OLD farmhouse in Baldwin. To save money on the $600/mo. rent (I know) my dear cousin Courtney rented with us. We barely squeaked out the $400/mo. This house was originally a one room log cabin built in the 1860s. Now before you get the wrong idea it was NOT how one pictures a quaint one room log cabin. It had obviously been added on to many a time, typical of farmhouses. The only remnants of the quaintness was if you peeked into the attic, yikes, you saw the original exterior of the home. That was where the quaintness ended. This house had quirks, not quaintness.
For instance, if Matthew stood in the kitchen, originally part of the porch, near the fridge and I stood in the doorway of the kitchen I was taller. Matthew is 6'2" and I'm 5'3". Do the math and you'll see the floor sloped a good 11".
The pump for the house was located above ground and many times during the winter we would have to boil the water from the toilet tank to pour onto the pump, in an attempt to unfreeze the pump. If it didn't work the first time we then would have to boil snow. Later we realized that it we left the kitchen sink drip on super cold nights it kept the pump running and freezing happened less.
Heating the house itself was always challenging. There was a huge oil heater in the center room, the dining room. It measured approximately 4'x2.5'. The way to ignite the heater was a process. We kept matches and newspaper by the heater. We had to first open the oil valve to start the oil flow and then wait 15minutes. When we felt there was enough oil to ignite we opened a little door on the bottom of the heater where the oil ring was located. We rolled a piece of newspaper into a tight stick and lit the end with a match. With the lighted newspaper we stuck the flame onto the oil ring and hoped it would ignite. Sometimes it did and sometimes it didn't. If it didn't start up right away we had to wait longer for more oil to seep in. It took a long time to get the heating process going. Initially the heater had a fan to blow the hot air around the house but the cord was old and frayed. It was fabric. So we constantly had an oscillating floor fan going to blow the heat around.
We also converted an old milk house into a chicken coop and had a little flock of chickens. Even the chickens would run away to the neighbor's house. No kidding. They would run across Hwy. N, risking their lives and go live with the folks across the street. The neighbors would come over and let us know. They could tell which were our chickens because ours layed larger brown eggs then their own chickens. We told them it was fine if they stayed. The Rolli chickens apparently enjoyed it over their better.
There's more but I'll save it for another blog. We moved to an apartment in Hudson when Isaiah was 6 months old. We loved living on Third Street. Lots of fun neighborhoods to walk through and we would walk downtown and window shop frequently.
About 3.5 years ago we moved to our current house on Hwy. 12. We like it here and we've made it work. We were not looking to buy a house when we moved here but we needed a place for the business and the house came with the garage. We've always wanted some land so the kids could have a similar animal experience as Matthew did growing up on a farm. We couldn't make that happen in Hudson so....we're off to Osceola.
We weren't planning on moving until next summer, after the school year, but it just sort of happened. I'll explain the house saga but first a little look into the housing history of Matthew and Katie Rolli. If I hadn't been there I wouldn't have believed it.
About nine years ago we rented an OLD farmhouse in Baldwin. To save money on the $600/mo. rent (I know) my dear cousin Courtney rented with us. We barely squeaked out the $400/mo. This house was originally a one room log cabin built in the 1860s. Now before you get the wrong idea it was NOT how one pictures a quaint one room log cabin. It had obviously been added on to many a time, typical of farmhouses. The only remnants of the quaintness was if you peeked into the attic, yikes, you saw the original exterior of the home. That was where the quaintness ended. This house had quirks, not quaintness.
For instance, if Matthew stood in the kitchen, originally part of the porch, near the fridge and I stood in the doorway of the kitchen I was taller. Matthew is 6'2" and I'm 5'3". Do the math and you'll see the floor sloped a good 11".
The pump for the house was located above ground and many times during the winter we would have to boil the water from the toilet tank to pour onto the pump, in an attempt to unfreeze the pump. If it didn't work the first time we then would have to boil snow. Later we realized that it we left the kitchen sink drip on super cold nights it kept the pump running and freezing happened less.
Heating the house itself was always challenging. There was a huge oil heater in the center room, the dining room. It measured approximately 4'x2.5'. The way to ignite the heater was a process. We kept matches and newspaper by the heater. We had to first open the oil valve to start the oil flow and then wait 15minutes. When we felt there was enough oil to ignite we opened a little door on the bottom of the heater where the oil ring was located. We rolled a piece of newspaper into a tight stick and lit the end with a match. With the lighted newspaper we stuck the flame onto the oil ring and hoped it would ignite. Sometimes it did and sometimes it didn't. If it didn't start up right away we had to wait longer for more oil to seep in. It took a long time to get the heating process going. Initially the heater had a fan to blow the hot air around the house but the cord was old and frayed. It was fabric. So we constantly had an oscillating floor fan going to blow the heat around.
We also converted an old milk house into a chicken coop and had a little flock of chickens. Even the chickens would run away to the neighbor's house. No kidding. They would run across Hwy. N, risking their lives and go live with the folks across the street. The neighbors would come over and let us know. They could tell which were our chickens because ours layed larger brown eggs then their own chickens. We told them it was fine if they stayed. The Rolli chickens apparently enjoyed it over their better.
There's more but I'll save it for another blog. We moved to an apartment in Hudson when Isaiah was 6 months old. We loved living on Third Street. Lots of fun neighborhoods to walk through and we would walk downtown and window shop frequently.
About 3.5 years ago we moved to our current house on Hwy. 12. We like it here and we've made it work. We were not looking to buy a house when we moved here but we needed a place for the business and the house came with the garage. We've always wanted some land so the kids could have a similar animal experience as Matthew did growing up on a farm. We couldn't make that happen in Hudson so....we're off to Osceola.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
A Lost Art
I've recently figured out how to download songs and burn them to a CD. I know it's not that tricky I just never really wanted to do such a thing. Now I have a list going at walmart.com until I have enough for another CD.
This new trick I've learned saddens me a bit. You see my kiddos will probably never, ever learn how to anticipate a song on the radio and press the record button. Remember KDWB's Top 8 at 8? Maybe they still have it, don't know? I remember patiently waiting and hoping the song I wanted would be coming on next. Then there's the is it really the song I want? problem. Do you press record when you're not sure only to risk the hassle of rewinding and queuing the tape correctly again for next time? Listening to the tape you finally made with either a DJ's voice cut-off at the beginning or end of the song was always fun, too. Not to mention the chopped up commercials on either end of the song as well.
Ahhh, the good ol' days!
This new trick I've learned saddens me a bit. You see my kiddos will probably never, ever learn how to anticipate a song on the radio and press the record button. Remember KDWB's Top 8 at 8? Maybe they still have it, don't know? I remember patiently waiting and hoping the song I wanted would be coming on next. Then there's the is it really the song I want? problem. Do you press record when you're not sure only to risk the hassle of rewinding and queuing the tape correctly again for next time? Listening to the tape you finally made with either a DJ's voice cut-off at the beginning or end of the song was always fun, too. Not to mention the chopped up commercials on either end of the song as well.
Ahhh, the good ol' days!
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Welcome Home
I grew up here in this lovely town of Hudson. My mom and dad moved to town when I was three and we've been here ever since. Originally both my parents are from Milwaukee. My mom, dad, sister and I were the only ones from both families that lived way up in Northern Wisconsin. We usually spent holidays and birthdays with just the four of us as it wasn't always practical to drive the over six hours to Milwaukee. (when I was real little the interstate was only 55mph....yuck) I think all four of us just got used to not being around extended family more than once or twice a year.
Well that started to change five or six years ago when my cousin, from Waukesha, met and married Greg from Mahtomedi. Courtney and Greg now live in Hudson with their two little girls and my two kiddos and Court's two kiddos get to grow up together. We even play together every Monday. This is still such a surreal experience for Court and I since we were mostly just pen pal cousins due to the distance we lived from each other. Very cool!
Guess what??? It gets better! My mom's doing some research on my dad's side of the family because we're hosting a Kaiser family reunion later this month. Grandpa Kaiser (my dad's dad) had great-grandparents that were part of the German Settlement that lived in this area and they are even buried in the German Settlement Cemetery off of Co. Rd. N here in Hudson. All these many, many years and nobody from the Kaiser family had any idea. Can you say ironic? It turns out all these years we thought we lived so far from home, Milwaukee, and my great-great-great-grandparents made their home here in the mid 1800s. As my nearly two-year-old would say, "Whoa, baby!"
Apparently my parents didn't move away from home, they moved back home! Welcome home Kaiser family.
Well that started to change five or six years ago when my cousin, from Waukesha, met and married Greg from Mahtomedi. Courtney and Greg now live in Hudson with their two little girls and my two kiddos and Court's two kiddos get to grow up together. We even play together every Monday. This is still such a surreal experience for Court and I since we were mostly just pen pal cousins due to the distance we lived from each other. Very cool!
Guess what??? It gets better! My mom's doing some research on my dad's side of the family because we're hosting a Kaiser family reunion later this month. Grandpa Kaiser (my dad's dad) had great-grandparents that were part of the German Settlement that lived in this area and they are even buried in the German Settlement Cemetery off of Co. Rd. N here in Hudson. All these many, many years and nobody from the Kaiser family had any idea. Can you say ironic? It turns out all these years we thought we lived so far from home, Milwaukee, and my great-great-great-grandparents made their home here in the mid 1800s. As my nearly two-year-old would say, "Whoa, baby!"
Apparently my parents didn't move away from home, they moved back home! Welcome home Kaiser family.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
It's the Simple Things
I have a bit of a confession: I sometimes go onto ebay just to reminisce about toys I had when I was little. I get to type in a toy, puzzle, game, etc. that I suddenly remember and see if anyone out there in ebay-world has a photo of my childhood. It's fun.
A couple weeks ago I bought a little memory for 10 buckaroos. It was part of my mother's day gift to myself. It's a little fisher-price desk. It has a slanted chalkboard with magnetic letters and numbers. The letters come in a tray that neatly slides into the bottom of the lap desk. The numbers are stored in the sliding compartment at the top. It also came with all 16 cards that have pictures of various objects with die cut spaces for the said letters to be matched into. Hours and hours of fun I tell ya. It came last week. I cleaned it up a bit and Isaiah loves it. How fun! It doesn't beep, blink, sing, talk or walk. It just sits there quietly and lets Isaiah make up little words with the magnets and practice his language arts skills.
A couple weeks ago I bought a little memory for 10 buckaroos. It was part of my mother's day gift to myself. It's a little fisher-price desk. It has a slanted chalkboard with magnetic letters and numbers. The letters come in a tray that neatly slides into the bottom of the lap desk. The numbers are stored in the sliding compartment at the top. It also came with all 16 cards that have pictures of various objects with die cut spaces for the said letters to be matched into. Hours and hours of fun I tell ya. It came last week. I cleaned it up a bit and Isaiah loves it. How fun! It doesn't beep, blink, sing, talk or walk. It just sits there quietly and lets Isaiah make up little words with the magnets and practice his language arts skills.
Monday, May 7, 2007
On This Day in History 2006 ...
Last year at this time my husband, our two kiddos and myself enjoyed an extremely gorgeous day at Stirling Castle in Stirling Scotland. Today, I'm making peanut butter toast, standing in the rain waiting for the bus and going to T-ball practice (again probably in the rain). I'm not saying which day is/was better I'm simply stating the differences in the days. I will try to enjoy my day this year as much as I enjoyed this date last year, however, I may be daydreaming a bit about castles, tulips and fish-n-chip shops.
Cheers!
Cheers!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Golden Oldies
I was picking up a pizza for supper at a local establishment and overheard a conversation between two teenage employees that made me laugh.
girl: Oh, this is a good song. (referring to song being played over store audio system)
boy: Yeah, it's pretty good.
boy: Yesterday I heard a really good one by Billy Joel called "We Didn't Start the Fire." I heard that one like three times.
boy: Have you ever heard it?
The male employee stated that question in way that could have been prefaced with this statement, "I know it's really old but....". While waiting for our family pizza I couldn't help but think children who weren't even born when the song was on the radio are now earning paychecks. I not only remember almost all the lyrics but can remember the video on MTV as well. I won't say I felt old, I'm really not, but I did feel a bit aged. Much like a good piece of cheddar.
Rock and Rollar cola wars.....I can't take it anymore.
We didn't start the fire it was always burnin' since the worlds been turnin
girl: Oh, this is a good song. (referring to song being played over store audio system)
boy: Yeah, it's pretty good.
boy: Yesterday I heard a really good one by Billy Joel called "We Didn't Start the Fire." I heard that one like three times.
boy: Have you ever heard it?
The male employee stated that question in way that could have been prefaced with this statement, "I know it's really old but....". While waiting for our family pizza I couldn't help but think children who weren't even born when the song was on the radio are now earning paychecks. I not only remember almost all the lyrics but can remember the video on MTV as well. I won't say I felt old, I'm really not, but I did feel a bit aged. Much like a good piece of cheddar.
Rock and Rollar cola wars.....I can't take it anymore.
We didn't start the fire it was always burnin' since the worlds been turnin
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