tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18309968611420299892024-03-12T21:12:09.865-04:00At Home in the BluegrassWelcome to At Home in the Bluegrass -- A happy little blog that was about real estate way back when but turned into something completely different. Not that it's not ever about real estate, after all that's my day job but mostly it's about being in my most favorite place -- At Home in the Bluegrass with my favorite people!Gwen Williamson Mathewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13119924436750052758noreply@blogger.comBlogger346125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-53922305798416949032015-02-11T17:23:00.002-05:002015-02-11T17:45:46.993-05:00I'm Baaacck!!!And just in time for my Lenten discipline! I think I'll just go ahead and it a point to try to post more in the coming weeks. <br />
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I spent last weekend in Allentown visiting MR at college and she reminded me how much I used to enjoy keeping track of my life and our family on the blog but life gets busy with work, kids (even ones that are increasingly independent), parents, and church activities and you get out of the habit in spite of the best intentions. This time last year, my mom was in rehab for two broken hips, MR was finishing up her senior year and Will was playing lots of lacrosse and Marc's mom was in the nursing home and growing weaker. What a difference a year makes. Marc's mom has been gone almost a year, my mom is home with Dad and they have great help, Mary Rollins is at college in Pennsylvania, and Will just recently got his driver's license, a car and a part-time job. These days I don't even feel like I'm living the same life I was a year ago. I have weird gaps of free time that I haven't had in oh...18 years or so. Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-72380470801327134552014-04-28T11:30:00.000-04:002014-04-28T11:30:03.199-04:00Happy Birthday Mary RollinsToday's a big day at our house. Mary Rollins turns 18. Technically, she's already turned 18 by the time I write this because she was an early in the wee hours of the morning baby.<br />
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While I think it's a given that all parents love their children, I also really like Mary Rollins. She's grown into one of my favorite people. <br />
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Here's a few things I especially like about her:<br />
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1. She reads classic literature for fun<br />
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4. She never complains or whines. <br />
5. She's never been a typical teen-ager<br />
6. She always has a positive outlook on life<br />
7. She practices thankfulness<br />
8. She likes anything that I cook at home<br />
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Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-67069700488713845692014-04-17T09:08:00.000-04:002014-04-17T09:08:16.052-04:00Monday ThursdayMonday Thursday. I used to think that was what Maundy Thursday was called when I was a little. I know better now. I love the Maundy Thursday service and remember going to my first service when I was an acolyte as a teenager. I loved the quiet, the dark, the growing bareness as the alter is stripped. In more recent years, our service has included foot washing. Back in the days of our Christ Church youngish moms' Monday morning Bible Study, we discussed our comfort and/or discomfort with foot-washing. I both like it and am made uncomfortable by it which is generally a good tip I've found for learning something. In the words of Carl Jung, "there is no coming to consciousness without pain." Or at least a little discomfort. <br />
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I am sad to miss the Maundy Thursday service tonight. I'm accompanying Mary Rollins to Cincinnati to see one of her BFFs dance in Giselle. As much as I truly love ballet, Giselle is not my favorite. The story is weird and while most ballet stories are a bit odd (hello Franz from Coppelia falling in love with a doll) Giselle's really weird and creepy to boot! But, I'm going to try to watch it with new eyes tonight and hopefully even keep my eyes open. I fell asleep for a few moments last time I saw Giselle. Did I just publicly confess that? <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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!"<br />
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Good point. The food will be going in its original container. Judge away.<br />
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Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-47250735479412283922014-03-25T14:07:00.001-04:002014-03-25T14:07:44.955-04:00Desk-orating<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5zsr2Z6b6zo/UzHF78cWyGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RYMn0lYga_I/s640/blogger-image-7436461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5zsr2Z6b6zo/UzHF78cWyGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/RYMn0lYga_I/s640/blogger-image-7436461.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And already, here I am back at desk mess. I must be genetically programmed to work with the clutter method. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Gwen Williamson Mathewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13119924436750052758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-22148203944177428152014-03-24T17:19:00.001-04:002014-03-24T17:19:20.325-04:00not 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. <br />
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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. <br />
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Do you have things you feel like have to be perfect? Does perfectionism ever hold you back?<br />
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Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-10050287622906342842014-03-24T17:11:00.003-04:002014-03-24T17:12:43.953-04:00Two sides to a storyMaybe Lenten blogging is really any every other day discipline. Seriously, every day...not easy. At least not pushing the publish button.<br />
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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<br />
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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. <br />
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Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-35506372149874751202014-03-24T13:11:00.001-04:002014-03-24T13:11:23.843-04:00working...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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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). <br />
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So that's it for today. Expect me to still be a Realtor for a long Gwen Williamson Mathewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13119924436750052758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-51505977698633564212014-03-19T15:17:00.005-04:002014-03-19T15:17:57.771-04:00Bracketology 2014Will 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.<br />
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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! Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-66825419627495383382014-03-17T09:30:00.003-04:002014-03-17T09:30:20.062-04:00Parent bragging alertI'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.<br />
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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? <br />
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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. <br />
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Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-77557333382093863182014-03-17T09:18:00.002-04:002014-03-17T09:18:22.516-04:00Harder 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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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(oops, I did in fact write this on Friday and forgot to post it)Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-83218375059102173962014-03-12T11:46:00.007-04:002014-03-12T11:46:59.310-04:00WWMRE...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.<br />
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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). <br />
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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 <strong>WWMRE</strong> plan.<br />
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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!<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-76170770666240590182014-03-12T11:02:00.001-04:002014-03-12T11:04:19.022-04:00The Wellington ArmsOops. 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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: <a href="http://www.gwenmathews.com/">www.GwenMathews.com</a>! <br />
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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.<br />
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<br />Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-81030844724477150842014-03-08T21:14:00.001-05:002014-03-08T21:47:00.289-05:00Rest in Peace Grandma Beach<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Following the service we lunched at the Golden Lamb in Lebanon, one of her favorite restaurants. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">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. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DfDR25a6278/UxvWIfOPY_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/4THcIcGDpZc/s640/blogger-image-1320876937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DfDR25a6278/UxvWIfOPY_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/4THcIcGDpZc/s640/blogger-image-1320876937.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Gwen Williamson Mathewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13119924436750052758noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-60337153846577898862014-03-07T21:38:00.000-05:002014-03-07T21:38:28.336-05:00Fish 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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<br />Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-51523993944510781992014-03-06T14:32:00.005-05:002014-03-06T14:33:06.409-05:00Lent -- Day 2Here 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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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. </div>
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Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-22250637984977144202014-02-11T17:39:00.000-05:002015-02-11T17:46:11.774-05:00The prodigal blogger returns...It is March 5, 2014. It seems like it's been a year since my last blog post. Oh wait, it has been although I'm getting in just under the wire for an actual 365-day year and I have promised myself that I would write every day for the forty days of Lent and I will even write every day of the forty days on the actual blog, not just in my little journal. How about that Dad!<br />
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Life in the last year has been fast-paced and full of many changes and lots of highs and lows. Yesterday we lost Marc's mom after a long year plus of decline. Mom Mathews aka Grandma Beach was just shy of 99. She was quite frankly, amazing. She was, and proudly so, the ultimate party girl! Grandma Beach knew how to have a good time from her firm adherence to Happy Hour to teaching her grandchildren how to gamble. She was also a fantastic mother-in-law, never once criticizing me for the way I did anything and always thinking that everything I cooked was delicious. I shall use her as my role model should I ever be a mother-in-law. And, when I don't want to do something, I shall just smile enigmatically and say, "we'll see." There are more stories but maybe for another time.<br />
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In addition, we acquired Dug in the last year. If you follow my Instagram account "GwennieM", you know all about Dug and the #dailydug. I love Dug. Really, I do. One day Dug's brain will be as big as his giant Labrador retriever body. One day he will not be the very hungry Dugapiller (thank you Claire for that) and he will turn into a beautiful butterfly. In the meantime, I'll continue to spend a small fortune on chew toys to prevent him from chewing my house. Remember my post about the theology of Jack Russell Terriers? I was right, JRTs do have a different world view from Labs. Labs only think about what something will taste like or how it will feel crunching in their teeth. They do hate squirrels though just like JRTs. At this moment though, he is cuddled up on the couch and I love him. <br />
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More exciting than Dug and equally expensive is that Mary Rollins found the college of her choice and her college choice likes her too! Mary Rollins is going to Muhlenberg College in Allentown, PA. I'm sorry that I wasn't blogging during the height of our college hunting months but suffice it to say that it was SO MUCH FUN! MR hired me as her college counselor (which reminds me that she owes me a latte -- I work cheap) and I had a great time reverting back to my old higher ed days helping her to focus in on good schools. We looked at Elon, University of Richmond, Belmont, Skidmore, Furman, Connecticut College, Sarah Lawrence, Wagner, Transylvania (my favorite :-)), Dickinson and Muhlenberg. Her final choices came down to Skidmore, Dickinson and Muhlenberg -- three wonderful schools that are all a million miles from Lexington. Well, not quite a million miles but many more than her initial 5 hour radius from home that she wanted. Apparently ballet girls need to go north to the land of Yankees. Had we know she would one day attend college in the northeast, we might not have given her a two-part name. (Please feel free to give suggestions on the best way to educate Yankees about the two-part name in the comments below. My favorite suggestion so far has been, "tell them it's like Billy Bob...everybody gets that.") So the Mule School is going to have a good Kentucky girl who has all her own beautiful teeth and will even wear shoes to class. And, MR is excited about Northeastern winters (I know!?! Who says that?!?). She got some fabulous Hunter boots for Christmas (which Dug has chewed already, and some warm coats so she's ready. She'll get to do lots of dancing at Muhlenberg, study hard in lots of different subjects as she majors in undecided and get to visit Isabug in New York. There are good times ahead!<br />
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What else happened last year? We went to Yosemite and San Francisco (incredible), Maorimere and I went to London & Wales (which deserves its own post with pictures). It was a fantastic year of travel with our excellent college visit trips as well.<br />
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Oh, we also tried to sell our house and move to my dream house on Central Ave by Woodland Park. It seemed like a good idea at the time but fortunately, the house we wanted to buy sold before we could sell ours and some of the Mathews (not the college bound senior who is moving away anyway) realized that we actually really love our house and don't want to move. Except, one of us realized that she really loved her house but would love it even better if it had a new kitchen. Can you see where that's going? I have two guys downstairs right now who have torn out my kitchen and there's a dumpster in my driveway. I'll try to show you some pictures as I'm sure over the next 40 days I'll be blogging about my renovation. I'm also getting new hardwood floors in over half of the first floor. For the next 2.5 to 3 months, I'll be putting Dug to work as a garbage disposal/dishwasher. Oy, we'll see how it goes. I'm also redoing the laundry room while were at it because I wanted to make sure that our only sink was the very tiny bar sink in the basement. Putting our house on the market and renovating the kitchen has been a very good experience for me as Realtor. I had forgotten just how painful the selling process can be especially when you have three dogs. I also have a really good idea of what it costs not to renovate a kitchen. All I can say is there taking me out of this house in a box!<br />
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Keep Marc and all of us in your prayers as we mourn and celebrate the passing of the remarkable Kay Mathews. Thank you Mom M. for your many, many gifts to us. <br />
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<br />Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-1666879866589745612013-02-28T12:36:00.001-05:002013-02-28T12:36:22.667-05:00self-disciplineSpeaking of my dad, he was nagging me the other night about blog writing. We were celebrating his birthday a night early and he noted that every time he goes to my blog it still had the Ash Wednesday post up and hadn't I said I was going to write every day as my Lenten discipline. I need to clarify. Yes, I am trying to write everyday but not necessarily on the blog. But I will try to be better as a special super palindrome birthday gift to him. I should say I'll blog more if he'll learn how to reply to emails. Honestly, Dad, it's not rocket science.<br />
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By the way, giving up fashion during the Oscars has required more self-discipline than I would have imagined. Plus, my sweet husband put some hiking pants on hold for me at J & H. I went to try them on and had to keep my eyes averted from everything in the store. I imagine only my dear sister, Lynda Becky Bloomwood, can appreciate just how difficult that was. <br />
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Fortunately, the pants did not fit.Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-50666943259491970792013-02-28T12:28:00.002-05:002013-02-28T12:28:24.860-05:00The intercomOur lovely 1960s home still has a few intercoms left. We're gradually removed most of them and dry walled over the cavity they left as we've painted rooms but a few of them are here to stay. Why? Because for now they are built into the kitchen and family room shelves. Sigh. Yet one more reason I need to remodel the kitchen.<br />
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When we bought our house with its fabulous Brady Bunch intercoms, my mother was both disappointed and appalled that most of the units didn't work AND that I didn't care, respectively.<br />
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"How are you going to call your children for dinner?" she asked. "We loved having the intercoms!"<br />
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Of the three intercoms that remain in our home, I have done my best to hide them. Below is the central brain of the thing which does still get AM radio if you turn the dial just right.<br />
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By the way, when I want to summon my children from somewhere in the house to go bury the garbage, I do it the old-fashioned way. I text them.<br />
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Gwen Williamson Mathewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13119924436750052758noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-44418543755099144922013-02-25T11:51:00.003-05:002013-02-25T11:51:43.457-05:00Super Palindrome Birthdays<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EURKbl1fzos/USuWLrEIu8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Mx0JKY-y0BE/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EURKbl1fzos/USuWLrEIu8I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Mx0JKY-y0BE/s320/photo.JPG" width="240" /></a>If you've ever met my dad, you know that he's pretty funny and in general, one of the most likable people you'll ever meet. In fact, I've always been proud to be my father's daughter because he is such a funny, good-natured and upbeat kind of guy. Once upon a time he used to masquerade as a clown named "Chuckles" and had a magic show that went along with the act. We discussed recently that he would like to be buried in his over-sized red clown shoes if life ever comes to that. He's slow to anger (although I have a funny memory of him kicking one of our horses when I was growing up because the horse had kicked me). My dad also loves interesting and unusual things.<br />
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FOR EXAMPLE, did you know that 88 is a super palindrome birthday? If you had any conversation with my dad at all in the last week, I'm sure you're well aware of what this is and why it's important. If you<em> haven't</em> talked to my dad, I'll fill you in. Your super palindrome birthday is one that is the same going forwards as it is backwards and upside too. Anyway you turn that number, you get the same number. Pretty much most people get to the first one -- 11 -- but not that many people get to the next one, 88. And, the odds of getting to the one after that -- 101 -- are pretty slim. Dad thinks that at both 11 and 101, you probably don't care as much about your birthday being a super palindrome.<br />
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So, here's to my dad! May he have the best super palindrome year ever from every direction that you look at it and I look forward to celebrating your next one with you! Love you!<br />
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Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-13553537573866497842013-02-13T09:11:00.000-05:002013-02-13T09:11:21.468-05:00Lenten Musings...
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</span>I am a Lent embracer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t
want to say, “I love Lent” because it doesn’t really encompass the feelings I
have about this most important season of our liturgical calendar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Easter, I love!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Christmas, I love!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lent, I accept with the joyful anticipation
of a detox cleanse for my soul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s not
about demonstrating my willpower over chocolate or cheese.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For me, Lent is a time for reflection and
with greater awareness taking steps to redirect focus back toward God from the distractions that separate us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Since I was a little girl, I have
always practiced giving something up for Lent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In younger days, it was an act of willpower, a kind of New Year’s
resolution revisited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not sure that giving up
candy did much to improve my spiritual life but in retrospect it did make me
feel a part of a community that was joined in Christ and helped me to
anticipate with fuller joy the Mystery of Easter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In more recent times, my own children have taken on their Lenten
disciplines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mary Rollins and Will have
different approaches to the theology of Lenten discipline (naturally).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> One year, Will offered to give up vegetables. This year, </span>Will has given up soft drinks for Lent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was anxious about doing so but
fortunately, Easter is the first weekend of Spring Break so technically, he
only has to get through Good Friday without a soda.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh, and he did take a Dr. Pepper yesterday
from his grandpa’s garage stash so he could have his own Fat Tuesday final
drink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have a friend who is always very secretive about what she
gives up for Lent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I like that about her
and I respect that she does that because she is someone who loves to talk
things through and ponder life’s challenges with friends (which I also like
about her).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo from Icons in Transformation<br />
Christ Church Cathedral 2011</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For the past decade or so, I have approached my own Lenten
discipline with a dual give up/add on practice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>In the add-on category, my intention is to write every day (perhaps you’ll
see the fruit of that labor here) and spend some time with a daily devotional
and prayer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My give-up is fashion. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Marc asked if that meant I was going to wear
burlap for the next 40 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It doesn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What it does mean for me is that I won’t be
shopping, opening emails from my friends at Banana Republic & Boden who
contact me daily, looking at catalogs or magazines, or squandering time on
fashion websites, or reading fashion blogs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I may have to stop following Atlantic+Pacific on Twitter, instagram and Facebook.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For good measure, I won’t be squandering time
on Pinterest either. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, yes, I will be
wearing clothes for the next 40 days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
will wear them joyfully and be satisfied with all of the items I already
own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Possibly, I might even give some of
them away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And, like my son, I’m probably a little relieved that Lent
ends at the beginning of Spring Break so that maybe, I can go shopping in
Charleston with my sister.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We’ll see.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Will you practice a Lenten discipline?</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-83503042343526332132013-02-12T12:08:00.001-05:002013-02-12T12:08:10.729-05:00Of real estate interestIt's time for real estate post! <br />
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Well, a mortgage lending post perhaps. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dunkin' Donuts, if you're wondering.</td></tr>
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Gesela Brown from Fifth Third Bank stopped in this morning for our bi-weekly office meeting. It's always nice to have office meetings and it's always nice to have a guest speaker. Especially when your guest speaker brings a Valentine treat that included a Starbucks gift card -- can you say "Venti skinny cinnamon dolce latte for Fat Tuesday?" Who needs pancakes? We're also having these beautiful doughnuts, courtesy of Riley our fearless whatever-he-is. Funny thing, about real estate as we're all technically independent contractors so we don't really have a boss -- just a broker. <br />
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In addition to how incredibly low interest rates are and the MPI (mortgage insurance premium, in case you didn't know) rates are going up, here's some of what I learned today from Gesela which was totally worth sharing: If you own a home, it's totally worth opening up an equity line if you haven't done so already. If you are thinking of buying a new home in the relative near future, having an equity line already in place will allow you to borrow against your current equity if you find the home of your dreams. I'm typically pretty conservative when it comes to buying a new home without selling your current home, but sometimes you don't have the luxury of doing that. It could be that you've found the home of your dreams and if you make the purchase contingent on the sale of your current home, that perfect house may slip through your fingers. An equity line will allow you to take cash out of your current home to use as a the down payment on the new home thereby alleviating the need to do a very expensive bridge loan. The value in having that equity line already in place means that you are ready to spring into action both in making an offer on a new home and being able to get your current home listed and on the market. Lending rules typically don't allow you to establish an equity line if your home is already for sale and establishing a line of credit generally takes about thirty days. No one wants two mortgages so the quicker you can get your house on the market the better. <br />
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Part Two of today's mortgage lesson is the importance of being pre-approved. Realtors say that over and over again. In fact, I know agents who won't show a home unless a buyer can verify for them that they are pre-approved. I can't say that I've gone that far personally, but as a Realtor, it makes my job immensely easier. There are a number of great reasons to be pre-approved. Obviously, a pre-approval lets a buyer know just how much home they can afford to buy. Secondly, a pre-approval from a quality, preferably local, lender makes a buyer's offer stronger. Finally, and this is especially important particularly for first-time home buyers, a pre-approval may help you structure the offer you make on your home. What, you say? What does that mean? If you are a first-time buyer who may have a limited amount of available cash for a down payment, knowing what kind of mortgage you need can help your agent write the best possible offer for a home. For example, f you need to preserve all of your cash for a down payment, you may need to ask the seller to pay for your closing costs as part of the terms of your offer. Knowing how much you need is really important. A reputable lender can also help you determine the best kind of mortgage product to consider -- conventional, FHA, an ARM, or perhaps there's a special bank or community-based mortgage available that would fit your needs. It's also totally okay to shop around a bit for the best mortgage and lender -- a good lender is responsive, professional, experienced and personal, and in a perfect world, they are local, too!<br />
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There ends today's lesson. Have a fabulous Fat Tuesday and go eat some delicious and decadent carbs!<br />
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Gwen Williamson Mathewshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13119924436750052758noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-34835534007681810232013-01-28T07:39:00.001-05:002013-01-28T07:39:10.517-05:00Other things besides Will...Will, who doesn't read the blog and thinks no one else does besides his Grandpa, asked me the other day if I ever wrote about anything besides him. I think that he might have an over-inflated sense of self. Actually, I know he has an over-inflated sense of self. We love him anyway. He is awfully funny. I told him that I frequently write about other things on the blog besides him but I have to write posts about him since I have been banned from ever putting any picture of him on Facebook (as are all of his other relatives) and my non-existent readers like his occasional exploits. So, FB friends, I do have two children. I suppose the good part of Will not thinking anyone actually reads the blog is that I'm allowed to write about him here. For the record, when I was still writing for Bluegrass Moms on Kentucky.com, I was allowed to write about him all I wanted and he wasn't even troubled by excerpts that appeared in the newspaper. Evidently, he thinks more people look at Facebook than read the newspaper. Doubtless he is correct. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Case in point: this photo is of Howie, not Will.</td></tr>
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So, different subjects. Who watches Alias? In my Netflix TV-watching world of a day late and a dollar short, I am completely hooked on Alias. Thanks to Jennifer Garner, I no longer wake with dread on the mornings that the temperature falls below 25 degrees, it's raining or there's ice on the ground and I have to resort to running on the treadmill. Last Friday, we had a snow day and I watched two entire episodes pretending I was Sydney Bristow and being chased off cliffs by packs of guard dogs or through casinos by angry men with guns (I speed up the treadmill during intense action). Sadly, I do not come off the treadmill looking like Sydney Bristow...Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352659408495497824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830996861142029989.post-89496599357802906812013-01-20T13:12:00.001-05:002013-01-20T13:14:48.172-05:00Sometime in January, somewhere in TennesseeIt was a balmy 45 degrees. No better time for a swim!<br />
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