tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41572720546653831282024-03-05T17:21:19.742-05:00All's Fair In Love And ChocolateGwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-39835984820246065562009-08-07T14:42:00.002-04:002009-08-07T14:45:13.523-04:00I just got an e-mail from Grace's teacher. It reads as follows: "Hi Mom! Grace doing great. Next week will be a load. She is a very student."Does there seem to be a couple of words missing from those sentences, or is it just me? Now I'm going to be wondering all day long exactly what kind of student my child is. So many adjectives, so little time!Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-7305751507205683952009-07-30T09:46:00.004-04:002009-07-30T10:51:27.957-04:00Maybe we should just build an ark.Ugh.I have blogger's block. I know that I should write something, but when I sit down and try I have an uncontrollable urge to poke myself in the eye with a fork. Or eat something chocolate, which is usually the urge that I follow and is why my weight-loss efforts have gone the path of leg warmers and high-top tennis shoes. (Or are those back now? I'll have to consult my nine-year-old.)Anway.Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-46852487551752212702009-07-23T16:49:00.007-04:002009-07-24T15:55:04.358-04:00Wordless....Thursday? And look! It's not wordless, after all! This is a picture of my nieces from their vacation last week, and I stole it off of my sister-in-laws facebook. So now I am a picture thief and a procrastinator for not getting it up on Wednesday, and a liar for not making it wordless. There is much guilt to be had from this blog post. Oh! While I'm here...guess what I found in my hubby's lunch box Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-12376369526237553272009-07-15T20:40:00.004-04:002009-07-15T20:47:41.114-04:00Wordless Wednesday~Owen, who was so "incited" to turn five that he could hardly contain himself.Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-56946142930058791722009-07-15T08:46:00.002-04:002009-07-15T09:42:26.171-04:00When Ben and I were in college, he kept getting involved in all the musical theater productions, and I felt compelled to attend every single show...because I was just THAT besotted with him. He always had these little bit parts, because he never actually auditioned. He just hung around with the theater folk and would somehow get roped into being "oddly dressed man #2" or some other such Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-65569569601211789392009-04-16T07:50:00.004-04:002009-04-16T09:43:36.040-04:00Well. Since I am STILL sitting here with a ginormous kidney stone that isn't scheduled to leave my body until next Thursday, I figured that surely you would all like to be entertained with stories about my various doctors appointments. Because what else is there to talk about? It's either doctors appointments or peeing, and I am sure that you all have enough experience with peeing so that you Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-54863733335009360782009-04-15T17:22:00.005-04:002009-04-15T17:37:34.872-04:00Wordless Wednesday~You know the economy is bad when the lamas have to resort to this...Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-75908061264178718992009-03-27T16:10:00.004-04:002009-03-27T17:00:02.269-04:00Where in the world have I been?(Ugh. Seriously, I just started to type when my daycare baby climbed in my lap and burped in my face. Peanut butter...yum!)Anyway. I have to type fast, because I'm typing one-handed now, and also because I will need to go back to the bathroom in approximately 10 seconds. To make a very long story short, I have a kidney stone that has grown rather attached to me,Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-26571343959102790542009-02-25T15:12:00.004-05:002009-02-25T15:23:37.216-05:00Wordless Wednesday~My favorite picture of my niece. Because right now...I FEEL EXACTLY LIKE THIS.Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-74972876126623726122009-01-29T08:22:00.002-05:002009-01-29T08:28:48.458-05:00To all of you wondering why I am not posting much or commenting, I wanted to let you know that I am having major computer issues. Every time I go to comment, I get kicked off line, and if my post is too long, I will get kicked off before I can actually hit "publish post". This is very frustrating to me, as I have much craziness to report. Hopefully, we will have a new computer in the next Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-65477207698672100192009-01-28T18:36:00.002-05:002009-01-28T18:40:32.279-05:00Wordless Wednesday~Who knew that little wrestling men had such animosity for birthday candles?Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-73842920266221205822009-01-12T18:43:00.006-05:002009-01-13T07:00:56.726-05:00I love my new blog design! And I can totally say that without patting myself on the back, because I had nothing to do with it. (Well, I had a little to do with it, if you count sending someone some pictures and saying, "Um...I think I like brown. And maybe blue." My creativity amazes even me.) Jackie (http://rjsmomentsandmemories.blogspot.com/) designed this blog for me and I am in love withGwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-13182886157566331272009-01-02T20:58:00.007-05:002009-01-12T13:13:57.948-05:00It is only the second day of the new year, and I've already broken my biggest resolution.Only it wasn't ACTUALLY a resolution, because I was supposed to start it a couple of weeks ago, thus side-stepping all of the "New Year's Resolution" pressure and tenseness. Because I am smart that way. I declared to anyone who would listen (and many who would not) that I was going to start walking every day,Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-50106762597978444282008-12-31T08:47:00.008-05:002009-01-12T13:16:31.994-05:00Wordless Wednesday~When scary rides happen to freaked-out little boys.Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-22340057670384446542008-12-23T14:09:00.010-05:002008-12-23T14:53:55.636-05:00 Guess where we've been! Does the shape of the pool give you a hint? What about the company we were keeping? Or the eighty degree weather the week of Christmas? Yep! We have been in Disney World with Ben's family. Several of them are still there, but we wanted to spend Christmas at home. While it was a wonderful vacation, it wasn't exactly....Christmasy. What with all the sweat and all.But we Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-46405521445928131812008-12-19T09:10:00.003-05:002008-12-19T09:17:53.139-05:00 A picture of my Christmas Tree, just because my Aunt Susie requested it. Please ignore my blinds as they had been recently mangled by daycare children. Also, ignore the movies in my entertainment center, because they provide endless entertainment for small children that like to re-arange them and face the movies out so that they can see the pretty pictures, which is a definite improvement Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-63970044993893697992008-12-11T09:27:00.002-05:002008-12-11T15:37:27.654-05:00Here I am again, back with excuses. I have had a sick daycare baby all week (Remember Mucous Boy? He's even mucousier.) and all he has wanted to do was sit in my lap and rock. And rock. And rock some more. And just when I think he is asleep and I can put him down? He wakes up and cries. And makes me rock. I'm feeling kind of sea-sick. He is now on breathing treatments, and I swear he Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-79841109105730402002008-12-05T08:49:00.002-05:002008-12-05T08:50:20.271-05:00Whoa!Apparently, Thanksgiving, visiting relatives, a nasty cold followed by a stomach virus, and frantic Christmas decorating and shopping cause me to fall right off the face of the internet. Who would have thunk it? My google reader has a thousand un-read blog entries, and I have not blogged myself in so long that I can only assume that you all thought I was dead. If you even noticed, that isGwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-44502711263807477862008-11-24T07:58:00.006-05:002008-11-24T08:07:53.514-05:00It's Nice To Know That He Thinks So Highly Of UsYesterday, there came a moment in time where Ben was off doing something somewhere in the house, Josie was taking a nap, Grace and Alex were outside playing and I was...um...well, let's just say that I was "indisposed". I thought that Owen was with Ben, so I was puzzled when I heard him frantically calling for me. I called back, but he did not hear me and only grew more upset. I rushed out and Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-5225293994392540862008-11-19T07:55:00.002-05:002008-11-19T08:06:27.371-05:00Way Back When-esday This picture was taken when Alex was three years old. He was watching SpongeBob. Make of that what you will.Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-85920232964567369872008-11-18T09:03:00.003-05:002008-11-18T09:05:59.680-05:00No one listens to me anymore. I don't know when it happened, exactly, but somewhere along the line I became like an annoying fly, buzzing away in the background. My children hear me (I think) but they don't have a clue what I am talking about. For example, if I have to use the restroom or take a shower, I will announce it to the masses. (I even do this with adults now...everybody knows when I Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-43273936693455767752008-11-14T13:32:00.005-05:002008-11-14T15:57:09.316-05:00This post is what happens when I have not left the house all week and no one has brought me any chocolate.Obama hates beets. I know this because AOL just told me.This pleases me to no end because you know how, as Christians, we are supposed to pray for our leaders? Well, that was hard for me. I was making myself do it, but because I find him morally distateful, I didn't have any joy in doing it. But now? That I know that we share a passionate hatred of beets? We have a certain kinship. I feel a Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-51865161675390939382008-11-12T08:45:00.005-05:002008-11-12T08:54:17.252-05:00Wordless Wednesday~ "Hey, the kids forgot to feed me today. You're not using this tail, are you?"Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-88500951855745539812008-11-10T08:38:00.004-05:002008-11-10T13:14:47.761-05:00My little daycare boy is...leaky. Mucousy. Wheezy. If he were not so adorable (and I were not getting paid) I would be backing away from him while brandishing a crucifix and wailing "UNCLEAN! UNCLEAN!". That is, if I owned a crucifix. Which I don't. But anyway. You get the picture.The problem is, he is ALWAYS like this, and he has been here since August. I have mentioned the possibility of Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157272054665383128.post-77432481982598974692008-11-05T08:54:00.003-05:002008-11-05T11:04:45.297-05:00Wordless Wednesday~Owen's dry-erase board drawing of his parent's faces while the election results were coming in last night.Gwendolynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00240586927377902359noreply@blogger.com29