Dug's diet...

I had to make a run to Costco late yesterday to buy Dug's puppy food before we leave for Spring Break.  I've been getting the Kirkland brand based on a friend of a friend's research that it was a really good, affordable puppy food.  Dug's going to camp for a week while we are gone and the floors are sanded and sealed at the house.  All he has to bring is his own bed and his own food.

I was going to transfer the dog food from its original bag into an unlabeled container because I felt a little bit badly that I don't feed him artisanal, hand-crafted naturally organic dog food and I suspect that the boarding farm where he'll be staying might judge me.  I said this to Marc when he asked if I wanted to leave Dug's food in the car for the trip to the farm. 

To which he said, "Are you kidding me?  This is a dog who drinks toilet water, eats cat poop and insulation and is currently chewing on a PVC pipe.  This food is the best thing he puts in his body all day long!"

Good point.  The food will be going in its original container.  Judge away.

I wonder if that stuffed animal had any nutritional value

Desk-orating

Connie and I moved into our fabulous new office a couple of months ago.  We even hung the pictures we hadn't put up since Sotheby's opened 5 years ago.  I cleaned out my desk, took files home and took a vow of tidiness.  

And already, here I am back at desk mess.  I must be genetically programmed to work with the clutter method.  

not so perfect...

Sorry for all the posts in one day.  I've actually written some of today's posts on proceeding days, I just hadn't gotten around to actually hitting the "publish" button because I felt like I needed to proofread them before I published.  My Lenten discipline is going to go awry though if I try for perfection so today I'm giving up on perfection and just going for done. 

Funny how that works isn't it.  Perfectionism is probably the biggest stumbling block to accomplishment.  Sometimes things don't have to be perfect, they just have to done. 

Do you have things you feel like have to be perfect?  Does perfectionism ever hold you back?

Two sides to a story

Maybe Lenten blogging is really any every other day discipline.  Seriously, every day...not easy.  At least not pushing the publish button.

I don't think I've appropriately shared enough about Dug unless you follow #dailydug on Instagram.  As many of my philosophies of living/theology come from canine sources, I feel I must tell you about Dug who is the cutest dog in the world.  Honestly, that Boo, World's Cutest Dog, is pretty darn cute but not as cute as Dug.  Here's what I've learned from Dug:

1.  Labrador Retrievers will eat anything.  ANYTHING.  Just name something.  I bet a Labrador Retriever (and probably Dug) has eaten it or at least chewed on it.

2.  I really could run faster.  I've always thought that, I just needed to run with a friend who didn't want to talk to me.  Dug is the best running partner ever.  He never asks deep, philosophical questions
while we're running.  He only stops for the occasional pee or poop. And, I've shaved an average of 30 seconds off my mile pace thanks to him.

3. There is only one kind of Labrador Retriever, although there are two portrayals of Labrador Retrievers.  There is Marley and there is Isis (you can only know who Isis is if you watch Downton Abbey.  If you don't watch Downton Abbey, I think there's something wrong with you. or your television because  the only reason to not watch Downton is that your TV is broken -- I'm pretty certain you don't even have to have cable to watch PBS stations -- so we're all clear on who Isis is, right?).  Marley, as we know, was a bad dog, much-beloved by his owners, but clearly bad.  Isis, much beloved by Lord Grantham, never does anything bad except allow herself to be kidnapped by Thomas.  What is the difference between Marley & Isis?  A crate, I suspect.  A crate and how you tell the story.  Some days, Dug is like Isis.  Some days, Dug is like Marley.  More accurately, most days Dug is like Marley.  Why is that?  Because that's the way we tell the story.  Like whether our cup is half empty or half full, Labrador retrievers are either Marley or Isis. 

Here's the link to how Dug helped us fill out our NCAA Bracket. 

Dug and the bracket

Dug as Isis

Dug as Marley

 

working...

When I was in high school and college my parents didn't want me to work.  They always said that my priority at that time in my life was being a student.  As parents, we've said the same thing to Mary Rollins that we haven't really wanted her to have a job because making good grades and doing ballet were more important than having a job.  There's plenty of time in life to work and if/when you do work in college, make it something that you can translate into future employment goals.  

I wouldn't say that we've implied quite the same message for Will.  I'd be okay with him having a job.  He likes spending money in a different way than his sister does and I think the working world is going to be harder for him, or at least different and he'll have different expectations for himself.

Sometimes I think I'm a bit sexist in my outlook or perhaps it's that I believe his self-worth is going to be more tied up in his work.  Women have the luxury of perceiving themselves as successful, contributing and valuable without that self-perception being connected to workplace success.  It's one of the ways I identify in my head that we really are not living in a post-feminist society.  Our culture (and I wouldn't limit that to just American culture) doesn't value men as much who don't excel at supporting their families financially.  I'm not saying that's right, just saying that's how it is!

With a few short sabbaticals, I've always worked since I graduated from college.  I had about a year that I did some free-lance writing after Will was born and a year that I took off between being the part-time interim coordinator of Greek Life at Transy and then being the full-time Greek life director.  After Mary Rollins was born I worked part-time and honestly, I haven't worked a normal 8:30 to 5 schedule since April 28, 1996.  I've been very lucky that I had skills and abilities that allowed me to work around my family's needs.  Leaving higher education for real estate was both easy and hard but ultimately it was a decision I haven't regretted.  In fact, I like to imagine that I'll still be a Realtor years from now although, I sort of imagine that I'll want a younger partner when I'm 80 (like Will Mathews...scary I just realized Will will be 48 then). 

So that's it for today.  Expect me to still be a Realtor for a long

Bracketology 2014

Will and I have approximately 3 hours left to complete our NCAA tournament bracket.  To my knowledge we haven't even started except that I know we are doing one with Kentucky winning and one with Florida winning.  We always have a Kentucky one because we're a hopeful people and it's worth $5 unless, ahem and god forbid, Kentucky isn't in the tournament.

Cute story for the day, my dad called me a little while ago to say that he'd filled out his bracket and had his $5 and what did he do with them now.  Apparently, I'd dropped some papers off for my dad to fill out and accidentally mixed our office bracket in with them.  Being the obedient father that he is, he completed all of his paperwork including the bracket.  Naturally, I told him I'd be right over to pick it up!  So, he's got his Bluegrass Sotheby's bracket done but not me!  

Parent bragging alert

I've been going back and forth the last 12 hours about whether or not to post some very exciting news on Facebook because you really can have too much parent bragging.  I'm posting it here instead where it's okay to brag because I do believe the limited audience will, in fact, be interested.

Yesterday Mary Rollins logged on to her Muhlenberg College financial aid award site and discovered that in addition to her Tuition Exchange award she was also receiving a very nice Dance Scholarship.  Hurrah!  She mailed her audition DVD before Christmas and we were thinking that with the generosity of her other scholarship and the fact that she was early decision and already committed to the Mule School that even if they really liked her dancing she certainly didn't need the funds to attend but nonetheless, isn't it fantastic when hard work literally pays off? 

If we weren't previously enchanted enough with Muhlenberg, today that enthusiasm is over the top.  While I can definitely wait for the girl to head off to college, it's comforting to know that she'll be at a school that seems to really value all that she has to offer. 

Go Mules! 

Harder than it looks...

Writing on the blog every day, is turning out to be more challenging than I anticipated.  Years ago, my mother said that computers were just a fad.  It turned out that she was right.  Not in the way she anticipated, as she thought we'd all go back to using typewriters, but in that now, I don't spend much time actually in front of a computer with a keyboard at my fingers.  Most of the time, I'm on my phone or maybe iPad and sitting down at my computer is a luxury.  Communicating these days is all done on the fly and not nearly as slow and thoughtful a process as sitting at a computer used to be for me.  Eating's kind of the same way isn't it?  How often do we just eat on the run rather than taking time to actually sit down at a table and enjoy a meal?  Maybe you do it a lot.  Me, I manage dinner and the occasional lunch with a friend. 

I know you can blog from mobile apps and I've done it before but it's not nearly as pleasurable and the end result probably bears a lot more typos and DYACs (Damn You Auto Correct).  I love tap tap tapping with all five of my fingers rather than just using my thumbs.

I did actually have lunch with a friend today.  It was nice.  I practiced a combination of Lenten Friday and WWMRE which fit together nicely.  Boy, was it easy to decide what to eat...the meatless sandwich that came with a side salad. Although, I'm currently violating WWMRE and having WWW(ill)E and partaking of candy that I brought him from Wales that we found cleaning out the pantry for the kitchen renovation he had forgotten to eat.  Candy never goes bad, right?  And, Dug's keeping me company.  He's really worn out because I made him run 5 miles with me this morning, then chase some ball this afternoon and go for another mile walk.  He's a much better dog when he's exhausted.

Happy Friday! xoxo

(oops, I did in fact write this on Friday and forgot to post it)

WWMRE...

Doesn't it seem like everyone is always talking about some new diet or eating lifestyle?  "I'm only eating paleo," "I'm gluten-free'" "I'm on a low-carb diet," et cetera, et cetera.  I know you know what I mean.  And, there must be dozens and dozens of apps to help you track what you eat and how many calories you've burned, et cetera.

I decided last year to give up weighing myself for Lent.  I used to weigh myself every morning compulsively and if I was a couple of pounds up...boo hoo...and if I was a couple of pounds down...woo hoo.  Every day it seemed like it was one or the other and I realized I spent way too much valuable time thinking about how much I weighed when my clothes fit perfectly/reasonably well and that was all that really mattered.  My work, spiritual life and ability to drive my children places in the car are not in anyway impacted by whether I weigh 126 pounds or 129 pounds.  However, having clothes that fit on my body does have some importance as I can't afford all new clothes and smocks are just not appropriate Realtor attire.  And so, last year, along with fashion and shopping, I gave up my scale.  I have not looked back or down since (except for twice last month and I remembered immediately, why I stopped weighing myself). 

Around the same time, I also decided I was no longer interested in playing any sort of "food games" with myself.  However, I totally respect and honor those people who for their own reasons do make important and healthy food choices.  For me though, I just want to eat fewer processed foods, more whole foods and less meat.  I thought I did pretty well, overall, and while I haven't quit eating French fries, my only New Year's resolution was to stop ordering them.  So, beware if you order French fries with your meal and you're eating with me -- you'll lose some of them.  I realized yesterday though that I could and should do better with my eating but how???  And, then the answer came to me:  going forward I will only eat foods that I think Mary Rollins would eat or follow the WWMRE plan.

Mary Rollins is perhaps the most reasonable and balanced eater I know.  She's not quite a vegetarian, so you can take her to any restaurant and she'll find something that she'll enjoy but she chooses meatless when it's an option.  She has great willpower but will enjoy a sweet treat or something decadent on occasion. To me, she's the ultimate food role model!

Here's how yesterday went on my new food choices plan:

And so, I did NOT have Chick Fil A for lunch even though I was starving and it was right there!  As it turned out, I was also by Trader Joe's and needed a couple of items so I went there and got a nice wrap sandwich with pesto and roasted pepper which was very good tasting and very good because my house was full of lots of very nice contractors working on the new kitchen.  I checked later with Mary Rollins and she approved of the sandwich from Trader Joe's in place of the faro.  Plus, I think she ate the faro later for a snack so everyone was happy.

Last night for dinner, we had a lasagna I made in the Ninja, asparagus I made in my steamer and a salad I made in a bowl.  I knew I was safe eating all those items because I knew that Mary Rollins would eat them.  Now, here's the conundrum:  I knew Mary Rollins would eat them because I had made them for dinner and she always eats what I make for dinner!  It's like the chicken and the egg, which came first!

The Wellington Arms

Oops.  So, yesterday had the better of me and of course Sunday doesn't count because everyone knows that Sundays in Lent don't count.  But yesterday did and my only excuse is that I was listing a fabulous (I think I use that word too frequently but this time it really counts) condo at the Wellington Arms.  If you've lived in Lexington for any length of time, you know the Wellington Arms - the cool Tudor apartment building on the corner of Woodland and Main.  Built in 1930, it's on the National Register of Historic Places and is a true Lexington landmark.  The building lobby is beautifully appointed and the apartments were renovated and condo-ed about 8 years ago with several units being combined into one.  The interior of the units capture much of the vintage appeal of the building --original oak floors, beautiful woodwork, glass-paneled doors and charming bathrooms with octagonal tile floors and clean, vintage subway tile walls.  The kitchens are modernized with new cabinetry and stainless steel appliances.  The condos look like they ought to be saved on a Pinterest board for upscale urban living.

I always wanted to live in the Wellington Arms.  I drove by the building for years and had a few friends who lived there from time to time.  It never worked out for me though.  I couldn't afford it when I got my first apartment after college and by the time I moved back to Lexington, I was ready to buy and the Wellington was still apartments.  If a place like I listed yesterday had been available, I would have been sorely tempted -- terrific location and architecturally right up on Anglophile, vintage-loving alley.  But alas, I bought the little house on Dudley Road and my adventures in real estate began.

Here's a few pictures of this lovely place at the Wellington Arms.  If you want to see some more, visit me over on my real estate website: www.GwenMathews.com! 

P.S. I wrote this yesterday but didn't post until today.  So, no worries, I'll be posting again later today for Lent Day 7.

Rest in Peace Grandma Beach

We had a wonderful day today which is funny to say as we laid Grandma Beach to rest in Ohio next to Grandpa Mathews.  It was quiet, small and just as we think she would have wanted it.

Following the service we lunched at the Golden Lamb in Lebanon, one of her favorite restaurants.  

And then, there was football.  I hope that people will play football in a backyard after my funeral.  And, that they will laugh a lot and that my grandsons will say, I had a great day and my granddaughters will honor me by knowing that I would LOVE it if I went prom dress shopping and got a super dress on sale.  I promise you that grandma would have been so excited that MR found the perfect dress.  

Fish Fridays.

I've made it to the first Friday of Lent and the third straight day of blogging.  Granted only 3 hours remain in the day but here I am under the wire.  The funny thing about committing to writing during Lent is how much I already look forward to getting the opportunity during the day to write.  But, like Cinderella, I had to get all more chores done before I could go to the blogging ball. 

Although, I didn't have time until now to write, I spent a fair amount of time as I was driving around town on a thousand different errands about what to write. What I thought about most was food, my current lack of a kitchen and what I was going to have for dinner.  And, since it's a Friday in Lent, I kept coming back to eating fish on Fridays during Lent.  Fridays in Lent were horrible for me.  I could have gone for, say, a nice cheese sandwich or perhaps some tuna salad or fish sticks but my mother made horrible things like salmon croquettes that had pieces of crunchy bone in them or this nasty white fish that she broiled with a splash of lemon juice on it that got all fish-greasy (is that such a thing) and it always had bits of scale on it and fish bones.  Those were scarring meals as my mother was a very strict clean-plate clubber and food that you didn't finish came back out the next morning for breakfast.  The thought of something so vile returning as breakfast was terrifying!  Learning to enjoy seafood took me years and even today, I am very VERY particular about eating fish.

For years, I was very careful about not eating meat on Lenten Fridays however in recent years I've been less intentional in avoiding meat and embracing fish.  While my childhood meatless Fridays were a true penance and sacrifice, eating fish now is a downright pleasure. In fact, I saw that a friend on Facebook had posted a photo of their annual Ash Wednesday Lobster dinner.  I find that confusing--isn't a lobster feast the exact opposite of observing Ash Wednesday?  So, I will not indulge myself in enjoying tasty and beautifully cooked grilled Tuna and sushi and instead force myself to eat leftovers.

The end.

Except I didn't have leftovers tonight.  I made farro with mushrooms and goat cheese.  Seems kind of fancy but it was meatless.
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Lent -- Day 2

Here I am!  It's the second day of Lent and I am staying true to my Lenten discipline.  Please note that I promised quantity not quality in this particular instance. 

In addition to writing daily during Lent, I also decided to give up my kitchen. Coincidentally, the real renovation started on Ash Wednesday now if only it would take just the 40 days of Lent--HA!  Here's what it looks like as of 2:30 pm yesterday afternoon. 

 

 

I lost the floor by 4 pm as did the dining room and today the pantry and soffits have disappeared. Fortunately, the laundry room remains intact as of now. Dug and the fellas are good friends.  I offered his destruction services but they think he's a little distracting what with his being so cute and all.  He's spending time in the crate when I'm not home.

 

Here's my lesson to share today about kitchen remodeling.  Doing this while kids are in school, as opposed to the summer was the right choice.  The guys show up at 7:30 am and work until late afternoon.  Thankfully, except for breakfast everyone's out of the house by the time the noise begins.  I can only imagine Will's complaints if we'd done this in the summer when he was trying to sleep in.  It's also a great perk that construction has ended for the day by the time Will gets home from lacrosse practice.  Mary Rollins is probably irritated by the construction too, however, she's more excited about the new kitchen and just complains less in general. 

 

Meanwhile, every night Will says, don't we need to eat out tonight?  And, I find myself wanting to agree*.

 

*although I have made several delicious meals in the basement using the Ninja Cooking System, the toaster oven and the teeny tiny bar sink.  We're having left over taco soup tonight if you're curious.  I imagine this actually a step above living in an RV plus the former kitchen table is now permanently the basement table.