tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1785732939432602262024-03-14T01:55:37.409-05:00Northern Girl with a Southern SoulAdventures in cooking, decorating, shopping, reading, and entertaining, all while raising two boysGwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.comBlogger396125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-46658944487524096692012-03-01T16:28:00.001-06:002012-03-01T16:31:07.029-06:00Ah... motherhood<style>HTML { BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px } BODY { BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px } BODY { PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 10px } P { PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px } A.spell { PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; BACKGROUND: url(http://o.aolcdn.com/cdn.webmail.aol.com/35647/aol/en-us/images/bg_spellingErr.gif) yellow repeat-x left bottom; COLOR: #000; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-DECORATION: none } A.spell:hover { COLOR: #b00 } IMG.wsThumbnail { DISPLAY: none } IMG.wsPlaceholder { BORDER-BOTTOM: #dadad6 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #dadad6 1px solid; BACKGROUND: url(http://o.aolcdn.com/cdn.webmail.aol.com/35647/images/common/progressAnimation_lg.gif) #f4f4f4 no-repeat center center; BORDER-TOP: #dadad6 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #dadad6 1px solid } .AOLPicturesFullSizeLink { WIDTH: 1px; HEIGHT: 1px; OVERFLOW: hidden } </style><p style="text-align: center;">Just now S threw his arms around me and gave me a huge hug.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> It was so sweet, until he said "Sometimes I have snot coming out of my nose, and it's like water, so it doesn't stay." My reply, "Well, why don't you just get a Kleenex and blow your nose?"<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> His reply, "It's not there anymore."<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> I look down and now I have snot on my sweater.</p><p style="text-align: center;"> I looked at him, and he says "told ya."</p>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-56568030279443273992012-02-22T05:00:00.000-06:002012-02-22T05:01:41.566-06:00We Let the Good Times Roll!<div style="text-align: center;">
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And don't date anyone with one.<br />J: "C" wants to get a cross on her arm.<br />S: So you can't date her.<br />Me: Well, since she is nine, I think she has some time to think about it. And, since you are nine, I don't think you need to concern yourself about whom to date for quite a while.<br />J: Mama, what's sex?<br />Me: (Sweat appearing on my brow) Why are you asking?<br />J: I want to know.<br />S: It's when girls wiggle their butts around.<br />Me: (inside thinking-- Yikes, where's is this going? Where is a police car or dog or anything to use as distraction?!)<br />J: That's not it! I'm not sure I'm going to do it.<br />Me: So, we are having chicken enchiladas for dinner! Won't that be good?! <br />J: Are you going to tell me?<br />Me: So, um, how was your science test? Do you feel you were prepared? Wow, how about those Brewers?!<br /><br />Now, is it five o'clock yet?!Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-83503057386565840982012-02-06T20:16:00.003-06:002012-02-06T20:21:50.918-06:00Mean GirlsToday I was openly mocked about what I was wearing by two thirty-something moms at Target. They pointed and laughed. I thought I looked quite spiffy in my cashmere sweater, white starched shirt, Lilly patchwork pants and loafers. And, of course, pearls. It took all my willpower not to yell, "Nice yoga pants. How's that work out going with your Starbucks?!" I realize I stand out in this neck of the woods............. but I wouldn't have it any other way.Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-72608301670120593402012-01-03T04:56:00.005-06:002012-01-03T06:16:51.917-06:00Christmas Season<div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvgIjZb7Fqc/TwLhfeoESFI/AAAAAAAACP4/5FHwww5Hsno/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B052.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693360809863039058" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvgIjZb7Fqc/TwLhfeoESFI/AAAAAAAACP4/5FHwww5Hsno/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B052.JPG" border="0" /></a> Scooping out the army knives, lead soldiers and cap guns at an <a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.gurneeantiquecenter.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gurnee</span> Antique Center</a>.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poutLBp_X-s/TwLhetUvLfI/AAAAAAAACPs/Au7Q-iE_20Q/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B055.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693360796628626930" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poutLBp_X-s/TwLhetUvLfI/AAAAAAAACPs/Au7Q-iE_20Q/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B055.JPG" border="0" /></a> S and Great Aunt Dorothy reading <span style="font-style: italic;">Press Here</span> by Herve <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tullet</span>.<br />This is my new favorite children's book.<br /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dViUOL-tmE/TwLheMSdxlI/AAAAAAAACPg/E1P0NtrvW8A/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B050.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693360787760727634" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dViUOL-tmE/TwLheMSdxlI/AAAAAAAACPg/E1P0NtrvW8A/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B050.JPG" border="0" /></a> My niece, N, wanted a purple robe for Christmas and Aunt Gwennie pulled through.<br />She loved it and wore it for hours. She even liked the monogram.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33wrd6c0GSE/TwLhdZmI_xI/AAAAAAAACPU/5FWA6hnnP5M/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B049.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693360774153043730" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33wrd6c0GSE/TwLhdZmI_xI/AAAAAAAACPU/5FWA6hnnP5M/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B049.JPG" border="0" /></a> All the cousins.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRzSIBhWNGc/TwLhdKa0y9I/AAAAAAAACPI/rGO-xPQ9IEo/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B044.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693360770079050706" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRzSIBhWNGc/TwLhdKa0y9I/AAAAAAAACPI/rGO-xPQ9IEo/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B044.JPG" border="0" /></a> J can't get enough <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Legos</span>.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVRac4A-1Xg/TwLgt6Q9BhI/AAAAAAAACO4/GXhHkFyizic/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B043.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693359958288827922" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVRac4A-1Xg/TwLgt6Q9BhI/AAAAAAAACO4/GXhHkFyizic/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B043.JPG" border="0" /></a> My mother just rolled over in her grave.<br />This is what he wanted Santa to bring him, I tried to talk him into the Packers,<br />but S insisted on the Cowboys.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmZS44Cebpo/TwLgtsfjffI/AAAAAAAACOs/k6NSv-QOBT8/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B039.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693359954591972850" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmZS44Cebpo/TwLgtsfjffI/AAAAAAAACOs/k6NSv-QOBT8/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B039.JPG" border="0" /></a> S loves anything soft, and he got a sheep skin, and lots of stuffed animals.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQcwFaoMqIQ/TwLgszqy74I/AAAAAAAACOk/h7JVH8AmZc8/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B027.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693359939338301314" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQcwFaoMqIQ/TwLgszqy74I/AAAAAAAACOk/h7JVH8AmZc8/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B027.JPG" border="0" /></a> J had a grand time opening her stocking...<br /> but couldn't understand why we couldn't start painting right away!<br />(It makes my knees hurt just looking at her sitting like that!)<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy_2aOVC7AU/TwLgsNhOiYI/AAAAAAAACOU/LM4UP9GY5NE/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B028.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693359929097619842" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy_2aOVC7AU/TwLgsNhOiYI/AAAAAAAACOU/LM4UP9GY5NE/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B028.JPG" border="0" /></a>In front of the tree.Christmas morning, J and S, and the new HUGE stuffed dog.<br /></div><br /><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLRHv2xT30Q/TwLf8YPzkzI/AAAAAAAACN8/AZu1Lmvwh0Q/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B006.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693359107343618866" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLRHv2xT30Q/TwLf8YPzkzI/AAAAAAAACN8/AZu1Lmvwh0Q/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B006.JPG" border="0" /></a> We toured the Wisconsin Veterans Museum on the Capitol Square.<br />It was really interesting, the boys loved it.<br /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5YdhkRF0IE/TwLf7A5x8sI/AAAAAAAACNo/1Hrj1tFC6Zo/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B002.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693359083897352898" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5YdhkRF0IE/TwLf7A5x8sI/AAAAAAAACNo/1Hrj1tFC6Zo/s400/christmas%2B2011%2B002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Boys in front of the Capitol "Holiday" tree.<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Editorial note: Come on, if it looks like a Christmas Tree, and smells like a Christmas Tree -<br /> IT"S A CHRISTMAS TREE!<br />And don't get me started on the alternate Nativity scene.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WfTnFhhzu1s/TwLf62JJo9I/AAAAAAAACNY/7yFy9H_souw/s1600/christmas%2B2011%2B023.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; 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We spent some time at the Mitchell Domes in Milwaukee.<br />S loves it here, so we try to take him every season.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We also took the boys to The Nutcracker Ballet at the Overture Center. There would be a picture of them, except an usher yelled at me from several rows away about how no pictures could be taken. I wasn't the only one who thought she was rude. People around us thought it was completely over the top. I was mortified and annoyed. The ballet had not started yet, and I was taking a photo of my kids. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Geez</span>. People were taking pictures of their groups all over the<br />theater, but I got busted. <br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-2012655934645639032011-12-24T09:32:00.004-06:002011-12-24T09:49:57.094-06:00Merry Christmas!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkFjSKSCPLk/TvXw2W6i6yI/AAAAAAAACNM/dxBi2Sy727E/s1600/Inside_Spread.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 205px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689718520907229986" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkFjSKSCPLk/TvXw2W6i6yI/AAAAAAAACNM/dxBi2Sy727E/s400/Inside_Spread.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The inside of our Christmas card. <a href="www.amyhallphoto.com">Amy Hall Photography</a>.<br />My favorite part is the horse racing, jockey Mike Smith and Zenyatta... S insisted on it making his list!<br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">This song was from my Mom's, and mine, favorite Christmas movie, <span style="font-style: italic;">Meet Me in Saint Louis.</span> We always cried during the scene where Judy Garland sings to Margaret O'Brien. Those huge tears streaming down Margaret face, and ours. This Christmas will be bittersweet, the first without my Mother. But her ornaments are in my house and her recipes will be on my table.<br />I will be surrounded by family, and appreciate the love of my husband and children, and the health we are blessed with.<br />I ask everyone to take a family picture this Christmas. Don't put it off. No one will care about extra pounds, braces, hair, or stains. Do it know, you may not get another chance.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Merry Christmas, Gwennie</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-71747384915095262572011-12-20T09:06:00.003-06:002011-12-20T09:20:17.166-06:00I'm dreaming of a ....<div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEQn8om0ZU0/TvCkxGlOR9I/AAAAAAAACNA/4ddjspe5vzI/s1600/christmas%2Bactivities%2B022.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688227492856219602" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yEQn8om0ZU0/TvCkxGlOR9I/AAAAAAAACNA/4ddjspe5vzI/s400/christmas%2Bactivities%2B022.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-style: italic;">Rose Bowl win</span>. S fell asleep with his Wisconsin Badgers helmet on. Go Badgers! Go Big Red!<br /></div><div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-67259562074307763932011-12-19T07:21:00.004-06:002011-12-19T07:33:00.301-06:00A Christmas Carol<div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwmp02EX7P0/Tu87AKXWOiI/AAAAAAAACM0/6Q5Uo34otgk/s1600/christmas%2Bactivities%2B015.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687829728360544802" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iwmp02EX7P0/Tu87AKXWOiI/AAAAAAAACM0/6Q5Uo34otgk/s400/christmas%2Bactivities%2B015.JPG" border="0" /></a> We took the boys to the Overture Center for a <a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="www.ctmtheater.org">CTM </a>matinee performance of A Christmas Carol.<br /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymMMrm9OW38/Tu86_nsCYKI/AAAAAAAACMo/d2bIvZ-k-Jk/s1600/christmas%2Bactivities%2B018.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687829719052083362" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymMMrm9OW38/Tu86_nsCYKI/AAAAAAAACMo/d2bIvZ-k-Jk/s400/christmas%2Bactivities%2B018.JPG" border="0" /></a> We all loved it, and it had a great twist at the end.<br />If you are looking for something to do with your family, in the Madison area, it's a must.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdpvPV5MWxY/Tu86_BXS5oI/AAAAAAAACMc/ex9fT2O99ss/s1600/christmas%2Bactivities%2B017.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687829708764538498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdpvPV5MWxY/Tu86_BXS5oI/AAAAAAAACMc/ex9fT2O99ss/s400/christmas%2Bactivities%2B017.JPG" border="0" /></a> They look pretty dapper.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYombvN21FA/Tu86-3tVX8I/AAAAAAAACMQ/EcFbEiMll1w/s1600/christmas%2Bactivities%2B019.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687829706172620738" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYombvN21FA/Tu86-3tVX8I/AAAAAAAACMQ/EcFbEiMll1w/s400/christmas%2Bactivities%2B019.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-31138589833385976782011-12-13T06:54:00.001-06:002011-12-13T07:07:28.313-06:00A Few Days of Steve<div>
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S getting some love from Sam. They both couldn't be happier.</div>
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He is a very stylish kid.</div>
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He lost a front tooth this morning. He told me he hopes the tooth fairy brings him $5.</div>
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What a beautiful view, state capitol and all. You might notice white at the shore line... that's ice forming!<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLPGpkjxc3I/TuSGrmi5wCI/AAAAAAAACKk/65qhqOQaaO8/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B003.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684816713287843874" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLPGpkjxc3I/TuSGrmi5wCI/AAAAAAAACKk/65qhqOQaaO8/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B003.JPG" border="0" /></a>I love the iron fence.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1p6WZmE1HNI/TuSGHwK-u_I/AAAAAAAACKY/Vi-CS03V1-A/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B005.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684816097396571122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1p6WZmE1HNI/TuSGHwK-u_I/AAAAAAAACKY/Vi-CS03V1-A/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />One of the urns and lions outside the home.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkxfTL1e9YU/TuSGHaYITLI/AAAAAAAACKM/3qZIe_yWAzk/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B006.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684816091546143922" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkxfTL1e9YU/TuSGHaYITLI/AAAAAAAACKM/3qZIe_yWAzk/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B006.JPG" border="0" /></a>The garland wraps around the entire staircase.<br /></div><br /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUy_tPjI0dg/TuSGGxM6wLI/AAAAAAAACKA/sPkSlwjtRMs/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B007.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684816080493265074" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUy_tPjI0dg/TuSGGxM6wLI/AAAAAAAACKA/sPkSlwjtRMs/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B007.JPG" border="0" /></a>The Ladies' Room, very feminine.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-9geOZ4XVU/TuSGGXoDo_I/AAAAAAAACJ0/eHzcWwBeu1s/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B008.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684816073627771890" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-9geOZ4XVU/TuSGGXoDo_I/AAAAAAAACJ0/eHzcWwBeu1s/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B008.JPG" border="0" /></a>The dining room had hand painted silk wall coverings,<br />and a a rug with woodland violets on it, which is the state flower.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmmAxfYrO44/TuSGGGks_oI/AAAAAAAACJo/YcH8X0rC1dY/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B009.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684816069050302082" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmmAxfYrO44/TuSGGGks_oI/AAAAAAAACJo/YcH8X0rC1dY/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B009.JPG" border="0" /></a>China by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lenox</span>, crystal stemware by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mikasa</span> and sterling by Tiffany.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkXGB_JYOHQ/TuSFsULU9ZI/AAAAAAAACJc/mtXHYuIK-EE/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B010.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684815626025366930" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkXGB_JYOHQ/TuSFsULU9ZI/AAAAAAAACJc/mtXHYuIK-EE/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B010.JPG" border="0" /></a>The large tree in the reception room, decorated as a Tribute to the Troops.<br /></div><br /><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LmlvbgrzIdM/TuSFrZ0kQqI/AAAAAAAACJI/6f_yLW-1Y9g/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B012.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684815610360644258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LmlvbgrzIdM/TuSFrZ0kQqI/AAAAAAAACJI/6f_yLW-1Y9g/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B012.JPG" border="0" /></a>The Drawing Room had lots of light and plaid. It was my favorite.<br /> The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">UW</span>-Whitewater Reed Trio played.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-343hPkDJ924/TuSFq5GgdLI/AAAAAAAACI4/B6YwJQiHnks/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B014.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684815601577522354" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-343hPkDJ924/TuSFq5GgdLI/AAAAAAAACI4/B6YwJQiHnks/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B014.JPG" border="0" /></a>The Library, with a tree decorated in the Glow of Christmas Past, in recognition of the significance of Wisconsin's role in the Civil War. The boys liked this room best... it had weapons.<br /></div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itu-rwkwocU/TuSFqZGJzTI/AAAAAAAACIs/ydIhc7TXtoU/s1600/governors%2Bmansion%2B016.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684815592986103090" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itu-rwkwocU/TuSFqZGJzTI/AAAAAAAACIs/ydIhc7TXtoU/s400/governors%2Bmansion%2B016.JPG" border="0" /></a>The end of our tour, the Sun Room. It was very colorful and whimsical.<br />A delight for children.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There is still time to enjoy a tour.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wednesday, December 14 from 1-2</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Thursday, December 15 from noon to 2</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Saturday, December 17 from noon to 2</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Although there is no charge to tour the mansion, Governor Walker requests you bring a canned good as a donation to Second Harvest Food Bank.</span><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-78708346318656669432011-12-07T06:08:00.005-06:002011-12-08T16:19:23.406-06:00Christmas Brunch<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EkhNZzZEZU/Tt9Zkx4g5KI/AAAAAAAACIg/rr_ymXIxlYo/s1600/december%2B2011%2B033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683359743165392034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EkhNZzZEZU/Tt9Zkx4g5KI/AAAAAAAACIg/rr_ymXIxlYo/s400/december%2B2011%2B033.JPG" /></a> Dining Room Tree, all decked in German glass ornaments</div><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdJ3VQ-Dg_I/Tt9ZaS7LodI/AAAAAAAACIU/A1GbfvMYZA4/s1600/december%2B2011%2B034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683359563056390610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdJ3VQ-Dg_I/Tt9ZaS7LodI/AAAAAAAACIU/A1GbfvMYZA4/s400/december%2B2011%2B034.JPG" /></a> The party favor, pineapple, with tags from <a href="http://www.nofussfabulous.com/">No Fuss Fabulous.</a></div><br /><br /><div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5GyjtQy3FQ/Tt9ZZykE_PI/AAAAAAAACII/9zGNEVuYUTM/s1600/december%2B2011%2B035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683359554369551602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5GyjtQy3FQ/Tt9ZZykE_PI/AAAAAAAACII/9zGNEVuYUTM/s400/december%2B2011%2B035.JPG" /></a> Music Room</div><br /><br /><div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GCGJilqkgk/Tt9ZZuPozsI/AAAAAAAACH8/6qc-LVRnB3s/s1600/december%2B2011%2B037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683359553210076866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_GCGJilqkgk/Tt9ZZuPozsI/AAAAAAAACH8/6qc-LVRnB3s/s400/december%2B2011%2B037.JPG" /></a> Living Room, ready for guests, complete with a roaring fire. One guest said that my house summed me up in a good way. I guess that's better than in a bad way!</div><br /><br /><div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60OIelpP774/Tt9ZZOUvJJI/AAAAAAAACHw/LZ9J_nHTvYo/s1600/december%2B2011%2B038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683359544641528978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-60OIelpP774/Tt9ZZOUvJJI/AAAAAAAACHw/LZ9J_nHTvYo/s400/december%2B2011%2B038.JPG" /></a> Some of the food... twelve ladies came to enjoy the day... all stay at home moms from school. We started at 9 am and the last guest left just before 2. I guess that makes it a success! I think this may become a tradition.</div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVz0pbBsaTA/Tt9ZYri9nyI/AAAAAAAACHk/L_M0WhOfo9o/s1600/december%2B2011%2B039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683359535305957154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVz0pbBsaTA/Tt9ZYri9nyI/AAAAAAAACHk/L_M0WhOfo9o/s400/december%2B2011%2B039.JPG" /></a> The salad my mom always made. </div></div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-54082583509959634292011-11-14T18:35:00.004-06:002011-11-14T18:53:52.080-06:00The Best Title for an Article - EVER<div style="text-align: center;">Philly Magazine recently ran an article called <span style="font-weight: bold;">Main Line Mothers are Raising Bratty, Spoiled Rotten Daughters: Insecure Parents are Showering their Children with Lavish Gifts and creating totally </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">un</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dateable</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> women.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is not just in Philadelphia either. There are many young ladies I see that I hope my boys never date. I, also, tell the boys not to date a picky eater. Life's too short to deal with that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">malarkey</span>.<br /><br /></div>Check out the article <a href="http://blogs.phillymag.com/the_philly_post/2011/11/11/main-line-mothers-raising-bratty-spoiled-rotten-daughters/">here</a> <span style="text-decoration: underline;">.</span><br /><br /><div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-65300012574345283652011-11-12T06:54:00.002-06:002011-11-12T07:36:52.467-06:00Tis the Season<div>
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My father has asked my sister and I to clean out the basement in the house he and Mom lived in since 1976. We have been at it for months, doing a little at a time. It has been fun seeing all the things that were part of our childhood. Fisher Price people, the Santa face that hung in the kitchen (that Mom would point at when we were being naughty... point taken). I have found transferware plates and platters, jars of buttons, papers from grade school. Yesterday I found a box of tiny small ornaments, on the cover was the handwriting of my Great-Grandmother <i>"glass ornaments from Judy"</i>. What do I keep? Do I keep the box? I am torn between sentimentality and practicality. My sister in more the practical, I end up with the memories.</div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-86782580940648863172011-11-03T16:21:00.002-05:002011-11-03T16:28:57.076-05:00Fallingwater and a Seven Year old<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNWkgtW1Z70/TrMF4Hmm7oI/AAAAAAAACFg/sljJt_Ym_N4/s1600/fallingwater-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670882817461382786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PNWkgtW1Z70/TrMF4Hmm7oI/AAAAAAAACFg/sljJt_Ym_N4/s400/fallingwater-1.jpg" /></a> My aunt sent me a card with the above picture of Frank Lloyd Wright's Fallingwater. My seven year old son came home, noticed the card on the table and proclaims "I love Fallingwater. I think this is his best work." I asked him who the architect was. He rolls his eyes and says (with "Duh" in his voice) "Frank Lloyd Wright...remember he was from Wisconsin." He continues with "I really want Santa to bring me the Lego Fallingwater." He's SEVEN! God love him, he totally cracks me up. Can you imagine what he is going to be like when he is older?! <br /><br /><div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-44955169425321176152011-11-01T05:53:00.002-05:002011-11-01T06:03:38.210-05:00Happy Halloween 2011<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qftBVBjGI1Y/Tq_QNK85w3I/AAAAAAAACFU/dzkY_ofn8EQ/s1600/halloween%2B025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669979380579418994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qftBVBjGI1Y/Tq_QNK85w3I/AAAAAAAACFU/dzkY_ofn8EQ/s400/halloween%2B025.JPG" /></a> The official "stand in front of the house" Halloween picture. When I was a grade schooler I attended a Catholic school and we were not allowed to dress up for Halloween... we dressed up for All Saints Day, which is November 1. Yeah, like it wasn't hard enough to ride the bus, now I was dressed as Saint Ann. Let's just say the public school kids were not so kind. Where are those pictures?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1B4sq83Hd7c/Tq_QMrSZvJI/AAAAAAAACFI/5pAyKyHQky8/s1600/halloween%2B023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669979372079660178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1B4sq83Hd7c/Tq_QMrSZvJI/AAAAAAAACFI/5pAyKyHQky8/s400/halloween%2B023.JPG" /></a> The kids had a non-uniform day today at school as a reward. This is what S decided to wear, because as he told me he wanted to "impress the girls." He cracks me up. <br /><div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-32218734374835770572011-10-30T14:29:00.003-05:002011-10-30T15:44:15.716-05:00Halloween at School<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmTCtBgkmfg/Tq2yWDlE-PI/AAAAAAAACE8/xxL2bgbhLnA/s1600/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669383597917010162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmTCtBgkmfg/Tq2yWDlE-PI/AAAAAAAACE8/xxL2bgbhLnA/s400/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B026.JPG" /></a> S and his best friend, T, went as dice. I painted these boxes in the garage, and a kitty got onto it and left white paint kitty prints all over the garage floor. S hopes they never go away.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yooZkS8wOnU/Tq2mcB93mCI/AAAAAAAACEw/hmmMoUWlRDc/s1600/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669370506423801890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yooZkS8wOnU/Tq2mcB93mCI/AAAAAAAACEw/hmmMoUWlRDc/s400/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B007.JPG" /></a> J as a clown. He was a big ham in the parade.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08DHBIrav-U/Tq2mbnXxXqI/AAAAAAAACEk/BmGYDTaA8UA/s1600/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669370499284688546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08DHBIrav-U/Tq2mbnXxXqI/AAAAAAAACEk/BmGYDTaA8UA/s400/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B003.JPG" /></a> Fourth Grade cupcake treats.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gV3BNKlhUgU/Tq2mbYYkxXI/AAAAAAAACEY/4b4aHGAOS-w/s1600/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669370495261525362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gV3BNKlhUgU/Tq2mbYYkxXI/AAAAAAAACEY/4b4aHGAOS-w/s400/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B013.JPG" /></a> Miss N as a pink fairy. She is so cute. Her mom and I have become friends, a southern girl meets a northern girl (who she thought was a southern girl too.)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJljORMb3NA/Tq2maxaBgKI/AAAAAAAACEM/gzb-AVhVceM/s1600/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669370484798619810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJljORMb3NA/Tq2maxaBgKI/AAAAAAAACEM/gzb-AVhVceM/s400/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B006.JPG" /></a> My niece, M, started at the school this year. It is so fun to see her every day. She was a princess.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Erl4jrf04kg/Tq2maYWqtXI/AAAAAAAACEA/tTx_JMbesfY/s1600/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669370478073656690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Erl4jrf04kg/Tq2maYWqtXI/AAAAAAAACEA/tTx_JMbesfY/s400/halloween%2Bat%2Bschool%2B018.JPG" /></a> The second grade party, making die cut jointed skeletons. The kids and adults loved it. <br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-7769006687222960002011-10-22T16:05:00.002-05:002011-10-22T16:19:53.593-05:00Visit to Wisconsin State Capitol<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmVqtN2BHSA/TqMxQ81RieI/AAAAAAAACD0/R1KpTP6MUiY/s1600/october%2B041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426923439458786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmVqtN2BHSA/TqMxQ81RieI/AAAAAAAACD0/R1KpTP6MUiY/s400/october%2B041.JPG" /></a> No protestors in sight.... time to visit the state capitol. Friday the boys didn't have school, so we went downtown. It was a perfect autumn day.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ7OUaaRSFI/TqMxQtBfPEI/AAAAAAAACDo/9D2_a4SjaXI/s1600/october%2B042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426919195720770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZ7OUaaRSFI/TqMxQtBfPEI/AAAAAAAACDo/9D2_a4SjaXI/s400/october%2B042.JPG" /></a> We have the most beautiful state capitol. We have visited many capitols across the country, and I feel safe in saying this. You also can walk right in... and walk on the grass (or picnic, if you are so inclined.) In the summer the Wisconsin Symphony Orchestra plays on Wednesday nights and thousands of people lay on the grounds enjoying the music.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzmpT3MJSkw/TqMw4TuJt1I/AAAAAAAACDg/zDLS97q-mxc/s1600/october%2B043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426500086871890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zzmpT3MJSkw/TqMw4TuJt1I/AAAAAAAACDg/zDLS97q-mxc/s400/october%2B043.JPG" /></a> The doors leading to the Senate chambers. Note the badger above the door.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1hABoxLr80/TqMw4FGx_2I/AAAAAAAACDQ/cQsc3kbTi4Y/s1600/october%2B044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426496163643234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1hABoxLr80/TqMw4FGx_2I/AAAAAAAACDQ/cQsc3kbTi4Y/s400/october%2B044.JPG" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OV9hX6zgECE/TqMw3iNQiuI/AAAAAAAACDE/r3KZJwOMB_o/s1600/october%2B045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426486795569890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OV9hX6zgECE/TqMw3iNQiuI/AAAAAAAACDE/r3KZJwOMB_o/s400/october%2B045.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWseBRXdcVI/TqMw3fb3cLI/AAAAAAAACC4/t1m6Gyg43oI/s1600/october%2B046.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666426486051532978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWseBRXdcVI/TqMw3fb3cLI/AAAAAAAACC4/t1m6Gyg43oI/s400/october%2B046.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-67062353856419286662011-10-22T05:39:00.002-05:002011-10-22T05:47:31.939-05:00Cooking Class, part 3<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ko_GxzmOas/TqKeBD458dI/AAAAAAAACCs/5EItAul20Io/s1600/october%2B019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666265022246547922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ko_GxzmOas/TqKeBD458dI/AAAAAAAACCs/5EItAul20Io/s400/october%2B019.JPG" /></a> Another student has joined our little class. They were good learners and excited to take home a meal for the evening. Including dessert, caramel apple cupcakes.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vv15gJyKY-E/TqKeA3lT9BI/AAAAAAAACCg/ZlU16TK8418/s1600/october%2B023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666265018943140882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vv15gJyKY-E/TqKeA3lT9BI/AAAAAAAACCg/ZlU16TK8418/s400/october%2B023.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49zcEZPqWfM/TqKeAgOG2pI/AAAAAAAACCU/9sAfqbCj1II/s1600/october%2B024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666265012671797906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49zcEZPqWfM/TqKeAgOG2pI/AAAAAAAACCU/9sAfqbCj1II/s400/october%2B024.JPG" /></a> The meal was Chicken Dijon Brown Betty, cranberries and salad with poppy seed dressing.</div><br /><div>Their families really liked it. Next week will be chicken pot pie.</div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-80666077084449842552011-10-20T06:13:00.003-05:002011-10-20T06:15:28.332-05:00Out of the Mouths of BabesQuoted by S, two minutes ago...<br />"The best part of Christmas is hot apple cider, candy canes, presents and food... good food."<br />The kid totally cracks me up. How many 7 year olds list cider first?!Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-89917312666334064082011-10-16T10:50:00.003-05:002011-10-16T11:38:23.140-05:00The Shack<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q9CW12Icq4c/TpsC__1fsZI/AAAAAAAACCI/so_zar7-eH0/s1600/shack%2B024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664124254839353746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q9CW12Icq4c/TpsC__1fsZI/AAAAAAAACCI/so_zar7-eH0/s400/shack%2B024.JPG" /></a> Yesterday we were in the Muscoda area for a memorial. I made sure we stopped my Grandmother's property, which was sold to the DNR after her death. The cottage, or as it was known "The Shack", is gone, but the Wisconsin River and the woods are still there as reminders of what was.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn7ykexBVx4/TpsBSVVYSqI/AAAAAAAACB8/PAOky3KaWBU/s1600/shack%2B017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664122370824620706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn7ykexBVx4/TpsBSVVYSqI/AAAAAAAACB8/PAOky3KaWBU/s400/shack%2B017.JPG" /></a> It was this time of year that the entire family, Aunts, Uncles and all the cousins would get together to cut wood. The men would head in the old truck to bring out the fallen trees, cut down the dead ones, and cut them into pieces that would fit into the wood burning stove. They would drive back to the shack, unload the back full of wood and the women and older cousins would use a splitter to make usable pieces, and the young ones would stack it. Enough wood to heat the shack through the winter. The day was filled with hard work, wonderful stories, lots of jumping into leaf piles and ended with a huge bonfire, with roasted weiners and marshmallows.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRw_k2OH654/TpsBR2qs_II/AAAAAAAACBw/YBr52tiR91o/s1600/shack%2B023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664122362592558210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dRw_k2OH654/TpsBR2qs_II/AAAAAAAACBw/YBr52tiR91o/s400/shack%2B023.JPG" /></a> Taking my boys to the area that holds so many memories makes me miss an easier time, my mom and especially my Grandmother. How I wish Grandma could have met my sons. She would have loved J's adventurous spirit and S's gentle ways. And they would have adored her. Although she would have clobbered them in Scrabble, she showed no mercy.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1KZj3OPDas/TpsBRjJXKuI/AAAAAAAACBk/568rNzX_YJs/s1600/shack%2B021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664122357352442594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1KZj3OPDas/TpsBRjJXKuI/AAAAAAAACBk/568rNzX_YJs/s400/shack%2B021.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-249VbHkfhww/TpsBROTbi6I/AAAAAAAACBY/OzZpuv3Hd04/s1600/shack%2B022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664122351757527970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-249VbHkfhww/TpsBROTbi6I/AAAAAAAACBY/OzZpuv3Hd04/s400/shack%2B022.JPG" /></a> Ready, set, throw 'em!</div></div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-76374780280320170002011-10-14T05:40:00.002-05:002011-10-14T05:52:17.966-05:00This Little Preppy went to Market<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ02SOACPKU/TpgR99I0fLI/AAAAAAAACBA/ZVxLTk0ppVU/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296287499648178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ02SOACPKU/TpgR99I0fLI/AAAAAAAACBA/ZVxLTk0ppVU/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B025.JPG" /></a> I road tripped to Baraboo on Tuesday to The Meat Market. It's a meat eaters dream.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsYIIA0eyuM/TpgR9Ve7VwI/AAAAAAAACA0/g_A2ZH-wIy8/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296276854953730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nsYIIA0eyuM/TpgR9Ve7VwI/AAAAAAAACA0/g_A2ZH-wIy8/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B023.JPG" /></a> Pork, chicken, beef, oh my! I came home with thinly sliced beef for Philly Cheesesteaks. I made breaded steak, a nod to my mom. Bought a beautiful chuck roast for the shredded beef enchiladas for cooking class. A cooler was filled, and the eatings been grand!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5_617A7J9c/TpgR8_J4nXI/AAAAAAAACAo/qSX-EMT2MuM/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663296270861114738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5_617A7J9c/TpgR8_J4nXI/AAAAAAAACAo/qSX-EMT2MuM/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B024.JPG" /></a> Right now the breakfast sausage is in a skillet, and breakfast burritos will be our breakfast.</div><br /><div>If you are in the area, check it out <a href="http://www.themeatmarket.net/">http://www.themeatmarket.net/</a>.</div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-53654049630160676972011-10-14T05:30:00.002-05:002011-10-14T05:34:44.228-05:00Cooking Class, part 2<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYiTYMaoW68/TpgPgLSEjjI/AAAAAAAACAc/a_KvNmXo5Js/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663293576877215282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DYiTYMaoW68/TpgPgLSEjjI/AAAAAAAACAc/a_KvNmXo5Js/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B026.JPG" /></a> This week J learned to make shredded beef enchiladas, guacamole and frozen Key lime pie.<br />It was wonderful. Next week, Good Wife Chicken.<br /><br /><div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-6390504371777300992011-10-13T05:48:00.002-05:002011-10-13T05:53:14.625-05:00Antique Shopping<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNYGURYVgmE/TpbCXzaIjBI/AAAAAAAACAQ/lgmv4-b49lA/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662927295657577490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNYGURYVgmE/TpbCXzaIjBI/AAAAAAAACAQ/lgmv4-b49lA/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B002.JPG" /></a> S fell in love with this child size upholstered chair. He said he is going to save up for it.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW3olc8ZyM0/TpbCXv1dLNI/AAAAAAAACAE/obaQaCl0F-s/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662927294698433746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yW3olc8ZyM0/TpbCXv1dLNI/AAAAAAAACAE/obaQaCl0F-s/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B001.JPG" /></a> Mama fell in love with this chair, and she said we should buy it now. Daddy had other ideas. Damn. Maybe for Christmas?! Hint, hint.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-178573293943260226.post-32112505835537290562011-10-13T05:05:00.004-05:002011-10-13T05:18:51.325-05:00Haunted Gingerbread Houses<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz5PTdJdiBg/Tpa6TFxofAI/AAAAAAAAB_4/GtcJLjLEtzs/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662918418595609602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vz5PTdJdiBg/Tpa6TFxofAI/AAAAAAAAB_4/GtcJLjLEtzs/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B017.JPG" /></a> The nieces came over to create their haunted houses this past weekend. Everyone was very creative, and lots of icing and candy were used.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeIxfCzzsyQ/Tpa6SiSoVUI/AAAAAAAAB_s/FJtmCMpUeeQ/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662918409070335298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qeIxfCzzsyQ/Tpa6SiSoVUI/AAAAAAAAB_s/FJtmCMpUeeQ/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCujk1OYqJw/Tpa4jhAO5JI/AAAAAAAAB_g/RbTgvizkc8c/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662916501759255698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oCujk1OYqJw/Tpa4jhAO5JI/AAAAAAAAB_g/RbTgvizkc8c/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AabWFUHiNXQ/Tpa4i5NIvaI/AAAAAAAAB_U/y8aQ4QbZwQM/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662916491075960226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AabWFUHiNXQ/Tpa4i5NIvaI/AAAAAAAAB_U/y8aQ4QbZwQM/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B016.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b35DvRpcC6k/Tpa4iXb0rKI/AAAAAAAAB_I/SwGIy0hlKQc/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662916482010754210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b35DvRpcC6k/Tpa4iXb0rKI/AAAAAAAAB_I/SwGIy0hlKQc/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jo-mjWOuAdk/Tpa4h9uw0oI/AAAAAAAAB-8/6-4mhCSP_II/s1600/antiques%2Bcooking%2B006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662916475110871682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jo-mjWOuAdk/Tpa4h9uw0oI/AAAAAAAAB-8/6-4mhCSP_II/s400/antiques%2Bcooking%2B006.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Gwenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05206306146992899937noreply@blogger.com0