tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30966861222568609822024-03-12T21:37:14.767-05:00Laughing Out LoudLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-41784957572211625442016-12-06T08:58:00.001-06:002016-12-06T08:58:40.388-06:0018<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNO9NC8frCfU39QAx6RZqrmZnEFv4UL5PRD299lv1_z10uUNud5kFSzrl8LOOEMVsKQlnFvmOpIJ2f_qHLSFopf63Xo8OGDX-xN9HnU8ZhkOUkwGvB1BvQGO-Wf6BCn3zez1e_S3WkwmZl/s1600/Evan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNO9NC8frCfU39QAx6RZqrmZnEFv4UL5PRD299lv1_z10uUNud5kFSzrl8LOOEMVsKQlnFvmOpIJ2f_qHLSFopf63Xo8OGDX-xN9HnU8ZhkOUkwGvB1BvQGO-Wf6BCn3zez1e_S3WkwmZl/s320/Evan.jpg" width="320" height="320" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-11600909656850337292014-04-03T14:33:00.000-05:002014-04-03T14:33:24.763-05:00So very tired...but it was so very worth it!For the past few months I have been MIA. I have taken on the job as treasurer of the band boosters...not realizing it was the equivalent of a second AND third full time job. I have spent hours dealing with our accounts - making deposits after football games, dealing with fundraiser after fundraiser for our trip, planning this, doing that. It all makes for a very tired me. I now get to take a small break in the fundraising. <br />
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Last week we took our trip to Disney. The kids marched in a parade at the Magic Kingdom. It was amazing. They were (of course) the best band. They played Evil Ways and Eye of the Tiger. They marched all the way up Mainstreet, in front of Cinderella's castle and back into Frontier Land. They got to see what few people see - Backstage Disney. There were about 5 of us crazy moms that watched them come up Mainstreet and (as soon as they passed) went running through the crowd to catch them again in Frontier Land. Yes, running. Me. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't run. Ever. But I did - to see my babies a second time. Yes...all 94 kids are my babies. That night (Friday) we didn't get back to the hotel until after 1 AM...then we had a room full of hungry kids. Yes, at 2 AM we were cooking Ramen Noodles. <br />
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We had a blast - we had a group of anywhere from 5 to 7 kids hanging with us at all times. And ALL were shocked that Linda (my parter in SO many crimes...) and I were willing to ride ANYTHING. Tower of Terror? Rode it 3 times. Tried for 4, but it had technical issues. Aerosmith Rock and Roller Coaster? Rode it twice. Keeping up with the kids was work - over 20,000 steps a day, 4 days in a row. I'm still sore. I have blisters on my pinkie toes. Worth it? Yes. <br />
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We spent Thursday at Hollywood Studios, Friday at Magic Kingdom, Saturday at Epcot and Sunday at Animal Kingdom. We left Animal Kingdom Sunday afternoon and drove all night, arriving home Monday morning around 4. It was a long drive - not a lot of sleep. We had a stomach bug going around one of the busses...glad it wasn't mine. I had my own issues - a kidney stone hit me Sunday morning. That doesn't exactly make for a pleasant day at the park. It passed on the bus trip home. <br />
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We had 94 kids and 57 chaperones. You would think that with that many chaperones we could maybe take turns doing bed checks. Apparently, the other chaperones thought Linda and I could handle it. Oh well. We only had problems with 2 kids, and those were nipped in the bud. Over all, it was a successful trip. Several kids took advantage of all the fundraising opportunities and didn't have to pay a dime out of pocket for the trip. That makes all the pre-work worth while.<br />
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As soon as I can figure out what's going on with Blogger, I'll post some pictures. Right now it just won't.<br />
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Saw this Saturday at the bookstore - Evan and I were thrilled!</div>
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-18073397003646466002013-03-15T08:50:00.000-05:002013-03-15T08:50:41.468-05:00Thank God for Grandparents!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Yesterday I got a call that every parent dreads. I knew when I saw the phone number it wouldn't be good. Evan's principal. Apparently, he tripped over his own over-grown feet and fell FACE FIRST into some asphalt at PE.</div>
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Of course, I carpooled yesterday. My parents are out of town, so I called my Mother In Law. She was a nervous wreck, but she picked him up and met me at the ER (a friend from work took me). Nothing is broken, CT was fine. However, he did get 4 stitches in his eyebrow. This was our first trip to the ER with Evan and he handled it like a champ. His Uncle Chris is a teacher @ his school and heard the gossip from some of his ball players. The told him that Evan got 'mad man points' because he didn't even start to tear up...if this had been me, I would have been ALL tears!</div>
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Since I had to wake him every 2 hrs (checking for head injury), he's still in bed and I'm working from home. I'm so grateful to have help when I need it! Without my MIL, I would have been lost yesterday!</div>
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-56569302701123678792013-02-06T16:05:00.002-06:002013-02-06T16:23:31.158-06:00Update<div style="text-align: justify;">
Wow. It has been a while since I posted. It has been crazy busy around our house and I have just let this slide. Football season was a seemingly unending adventure. We had something every single Friday night as well as several Saturdays. And let me tell you - working a consession stand on Friday nights will wear you out for the rest of the weekend. But, I'll do it all again next season because all that work translates into money for the band. And as wonderful as the band has been for Evan, I'll do whatever they need. Which brings me to this weekend. This weekend we have a Queen of Hearts pageant for the middle school girls. 34 girls - grades 6 thru 8. It's a pretty good fundraiser for us, but man, is it work. Last weekend I spent all day Saturday making sure the band room was clean because that is the staging area for the girls. This weekend, I'll spend Friday night cleaning the classroom we will use for a hospitality room for the parents/kids that will be working the pageant. Saturday, I'll be running the hospitality room. Mom and I are cooking so the workers will actually have some protien and not be running on a cookie/cake/chip high. </div>
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What shocked me about this pageant is Evan. Yeah, I'm requiring him to work it. But he's doing it with a smile. Last weekend he helped with the stage artwork. I've scratched out a face and a shirt... I don't know those people that well, so I don't want to put anything identifiable... anyway... Evan helped sketch the poster and even directed the older kids on how to draw what they wanted. He spent his whole Saturday working on this and went back after school Monday to help finish. </div>
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But for the night of the pageant he is going to usher - get the ticket holders to their seats. And this is how he MAY look...with an adjustment to the tie. And possibly a smile. He has another suit and I picked up a bow tie today (black with red guitars) so he may wear that... but I'm not sure. I'll leave it up to him. I'm just glad he's vountarily dressing in a suit.</div>
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PS - today is our 20 year anniversary. And we are still alive. And not in jail.</div>
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This is Daphne. This is my favorite sewing machine. At least, it used to be my sewing machine. Daphne has decided that it is now her throne. Woe be unto the stupid human that tries to remove her. I think I'll blame my lack of sewing on her decision to take over this space. At least for now. Brat.</div>
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Well, Summer is officially here. How do I know? It's the beginning of The Messy Game Extravaganza!</div>
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Wednesday nights before Youth the kids get together and play games that involve horrible messes and gross requirements. The first picture is Evan playing the game "how long can I hold Alka Seltzer in my mouth before it spews out" game. Once they start adding water? Not long! In the second picture you see his "big sister"* holding him for revenge. See, they played a game where he had to shoot water into her mouth, she had to spit it into a cup. First team to fill the cup wins. Well, let's just say Evan could work on his aim! She held him tight while someone else soaked him down. He came home wet with streaks of chocolate syrup on his shirt. I didn't even ask about the chocolate!</div>
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*Big sis - this amazing young lady was 4 years old when we moved into the neighborhood. She is graduating high school this year and we are going to miss her so much next year!</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-40066482499250180662012-05-04T08:42:00.001-05:002012-05-04T08:42:18.463-05:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
<b><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Generally speaking, the most miserable people I know are those who are obsessed with themselves; the happiest people I know are those who lose themselves in the service of others.... By and large, I have come to see that if we complain about life, it is because we are thinking only of ourselves.” ― Gordon B. Hinckley</span></span></b></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-87270474526443017342012-02-23T16:43:00.001-06:002012-02-23T16:43:32.516-06:00Thought for the Day<div style="text-align: justify;">
Sometimes, life really can be about just about making a choice. A choice to be happy, a choice to take the high road, a choice to make things better for others around you. I don't always make the right choice, but I'm learning that when I do, when I take the time to make a conscious decision, things are easier. Less stressful. Happier. I'm not saying that things always go my way. Things come up that are completely out of my control. But I'm trying. And so far, it seems to be working.</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-19090351656785722602012-01-25T10:17:00.000-06:002012-01-25T10:17:03.261-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I saw this the other day and it really hit home with me!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLf1qD4fFGWGrqYxs_WUh2baOsou3IvPYtdYdibaLfnUT1XCrO7_RVBYlt4y330rq3IVVY233Re7pWg9cGw8V9BLipj0d-R4gJmZWOAy7nPCo7yVOzhZ9OD546a6nlK8zvp06AS20rnAES/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLf1qD4fFGWGrqYxs_WUh2baOsou3IvPYtdYdibaLfnUT1XCrO7_RVBYlt4y330rq3IVVY233Re7pWg9cGw8V9BLipj0d-R4gJmZWOAy7nPCo7yVOzhZ9OD546a6nlK8zvp06AS20rnAES/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-64409889130203024822011-11-28T16:33:00.000-06:002011-11-28T16:33:03.347-06:00What's up???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I took a couple of extra days off and spent some time with Evan. I was extremely lazy. After dinner at my parents' house on Thursday I didn't leave my house. 3 whole days of living in jammies. I did do some much needed house work, but other than that it was football and craft time. I started a project Sunday - one for all the kids in the family. Grinch pillowcases with their names on them. I ordered the material to make a quilt...but I haven't gotten around to it. So 6 pillowcases it shall be. I have finished 2... only 4 more to go!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1W9_W-vhDNvBcIgo1sLAM0kgC9oz6oUdkT-dwmN4vMIgfatBf1THdx1k5nYhSDbR8-OdiYM1zdPjTE084KP7TeE-xAG0SbST41a2dAY0FJdQTiOep6VnFPVUBXaML5RqO85OBdjf4iNZm/s1600/pillowcase.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1W9_W-vhDNvBcIgo1sLAM0kgC9oz6oUdkT-dwmN4vMIgfatBf1THdx1k5nYhSDbR8-OdiYM1zdPjTE084KP7TeE-xAG0SbST41a2dAY0FJdQTiOep6VnFPVUBXaML5RqO85OBdjf4iNZm/s320/pillowcase.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-1786140782827209372011-10-06T15:36:00.002-05:002011-10-06T15:36:47.862-05:00I think this says it all some days...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQVYIsAYan-nByp5fCysM7HURYsO4ND9QwwCj0Tm0pCjgggo_qw847STVgqXwTEYWc_nJJMloHJL_b0XX9qExDlYdM2GWgRMqM1X7WFLkIOqCW2tmocWEkrKmmrheK9YXqcUKycDeLqif/s1600/PART_1317931870949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQVYIsAYan-nByp5fCysM7HURYsO4ND9QwwCj0Tm0pCjgggo_qw847STVgqXwTEYWc_nJJMloHJL_b0XX9qExDlYdM2GWgRMqM1X7WFLkIOqCW2tmocWEkrKmmrheK9YXqcUKycDeLqif/s1600/PART_1317931870949.jpg" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-40556054743074625682011-09-20T10:38:00.000-05:002011-09-20T10:38:38.991-05:00Thoughts<div style="text-align: justify;">Today is a slow day at work. I'm running reports that are taking ages, so I have time to sit and think. A dangerous notion. What I've been thinking about lately is the people in my life. And people who aren't directly IN my life, but have inspired me to DO better. To BE better. To take what is given and do what I can with it. Life is not about being pampered. No one is <strong><em>owed</em></strong> happiness. To quote a friend "The world is not here to make you happy. You have to do that yourself."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The people IN my life:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm lucky. I have an incredible family. Wonderful friends. People who supported me and cheered me on when I was going through my treatments. I have a husband that does love me. Yes, I complain about having to keep him in line...but I don't doubt his love. I have a son that I adore. He is growing into quite the charming, responsible young man. Yes, there were times when he was younger that I wondered why I had a child. And I'm sure there will be more of those times when he hits those teen years. But through all of those times and hard work I have to remember that I am the one that brought him here. It is MY responsibility to raise him to the best of my ability. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">People who have inspired me to do better:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">GB. A former co-worker. We were never close. Wouldn't even call us friends. Co-workers. She was recently diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She isn't even 40. She has 2 small children. She has a blog on caringbridge.org where she has been logging her journey. Reading that has inspired me. Her attitude is incredible. Her family has rallied around her and she is THANKFUL. Her latest entry is titled "Luckiest girl in the world". </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">MT. E is a nephew of a friend. He is 11. He was diagnosed with stage 4 high risk neuroblasto<wbr><span class="wbr"></span>ma. Cancer. E and his mother, MT, have both been an inspiration. I don't know how they do it. They have spent the last 5 years getting E the treatment he needs at St. Jude. He has been so strong for so long. And now the end of his fight is coming. There are no treatments left. No options. They are just watching him decline. Yet, she holds it together for him, her other son and her husband. She finds the joy in the small accomplishments. Life certainly isn't handing her bon-bons. But she is refusing to sit in the corner and give up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, when I'm feeling sorry for myself, when I wonder why I should keep trudging along when things don't go my way... I look to all of these people to find the strength I need. The strength I want. The strength I want Evan to have.</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-37711065661189941942011-09-08T13:10:00.000-05:002011-09-08T13:10:07.649-05:00I think I've fallen off the edge of the earth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This summer flew by way too fast. School has started and it feels like I accomplished nothing this summer. That bedroom I wanted to arrange? Still a disaster. Craft projects? Started, but not completed. Seeing friends? Well, THAT I did accomplish, though not as much as I would like. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sips And Storkes with LW - she is the person that introduced me to my dear husband. She gets a lot of blame when I'm mad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyowZlnBbwiuUPr9LAadOQCNT1r7kQ8Z5QOKyVnf3hFxpggdrlixrIK9bZbOa4GNCQsAyXRE-YC2TCBYYhz9D5d2yZeIW28VwI6_1MsgI6fCYkL3PqQZlgIUy5lw8xaSFdscKAmp_aCob/s1600/Sips+N+Strokes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyowZlnBbwiuUPr9LAadOQCNT1r7kQ8Z5QOKyVnf3hFxpggdrlixrIK9bZbOa4GNCQsAyXRE-YC2TCBYYhz9D5d2yZeIW28VwI6_1MsgI6fCYkL3PqQZlgIUy5lw8xaSFdscKAmp_aCob/s320/Sips+N+Strokes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I also went to see 100 Monkeys again - and they were just as good the second time, if not better. Love, love, love the Monkeys. And they had 2 bands with them that were awesome - so I have new music to listen to. Now, I just need to get ready for the Foo Fighters in Atlanta!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">One project that I did finish (though not before school started) was getting Evan's hair cut. I've always said that I didn't care if his hair was long - as long as it was clean and neat. Well, when puberty hit, neat went out the window. The longer it grows, the more body it has in it. And by body, I mean giant curls that can't be tamed. And another problem - he has SO MUCH hair that it wouldn't dry. The Before pics are at least an hour after he showered and his hair is STILL WET. It looks like he has gel in it, but no. Just water. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm ready for school to start back - just a few more days and we can get back into a routine. Since Evan has now quit guitar lessons, we can acutally have a normal Saturday! We can have friends over on Friday night after football games. We can do things on Saturdays that I used to have to get done during the week. We can plan parties for the college (Roll Tide!!!) games!!! I'm already working on my game day menu for Evan and his friends....</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-73555223591899638282011-07-12T11:22:00.000-05:002011-07-12T11:22:01.776-05:00Fourth of July Festivities<div style="text-align: center;">Over the 4th, we took a trip to Fairhope. We all had a great time - as you can tell by this picture of the guys.</div><br />
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My 'other' son, Evan and Mike</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">The next weekend, I got busy. I started work on my Halloween quilt. I've had the materials for ages, but just got started. I want it complete by the first of October. I think I'll make it. All I have to do is put the front, back and batting together and then bind it. Easy, peasy. Next project?? A Grinch Christmas quilt!!!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-74307172989536609822011-05-23T12:23:00.001-05:002011-05-23T12:24:35.712-05:00My Precious Angel<div style="text-align: justify;">This was a wild weekend. Since I only have a boy, I have to borrow my nieces from time to time. One, I only have occasional access to. The other? I can get her any time I want - I wish she was mine. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But what I love the most is when she requests me!!! This past weekend was La's very first dance recital. Her Aunt Lara and I had planned to go together. Well, La is 4 - and very much the girly girl. Right now, she and my nephew are staying with my parents. Mom has taken over 'dance' duty - taking her to and from class, making sure she has all the stuff she needs. Thursday after dance, she informed my mom that Aunt Lisa would be doing her make up for the recital because she does a better job. Good thing Mom's skin is as thick as mine! So, I called Aunt Lara and we changed our plans. She just met us there and acted as photographer! I was in charge of hair and make up, Mom was in charge of costumes. And now, I will indulge in photos!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We wrapped her in a blanket to avoid getting make up on her costume... Do you know how hard it is to put mascara on those little blond lashes?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGszdJtw02WccvRVwq_CfWJokG-XOPElvIMDW9lS7iZJ9Hl0OMRt2d5RCUJjvNsRba9AnKPhR6X7tAqSertgUNEDZYuLJs1fxH02cEtyYdXFkO4kJhgf7RNReLJ6s__OQAhtPn2hb__pIe/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGszdJtw02WccvRVwq_CfWJokG-XOPElvIMDW9lS7iZJ9Hl0OMRt2d5RCUJjvNsRba9AnKPhR6X7tAqSertgUNEDZYuLJs1fxH02cEtyYdXFkO4kJhgf7RNReLJ6s__OQAhtPn2hb__pIe/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And lipstick on those little lips? Especially since she either wanted to pucker or talk. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWb7EzbjyglQ_iOsyMGJbMuKoJDTEkbFR9ObOlDKxCMT09Vn8wR4JNMfmDLIHc_G7hXuRqjMUJ_WB53QXoUiqr4tcDABchFJLWTVMeUEOu4riyclhgO_-3DfO69KKxjcMzVxW3HNVDw7VC/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWb7EzbjyglQ_iOsyMGJbMuKoJDTEkbFR9ObOlDKxCMT09Vn8wR4JNMfmDLIHc_G7hXuRqjMUJ_WB53QXoUiqr4tcDABchFJLWTVMeUEOu4riyclhgO_-3DfO69KKxjcMzVxW3HNVDw7VC/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Of course, she wanted to give me some color. On my neck.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDtAyKocedTFXFvfRLLfpGKsefal30Nhp8MuCo5jpk8RRvsjUQUNcE__hZrUuCPuQlxidvKyS2f1tKEp6fQQMEEHLEcafal2hNVWVefEBEES1d_-sBNW4GfB5zUfZ-tdTpAN72hjoRf3F/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdDtAyKocedTFXFvfRLLfpGKsefal30Nhp8MuCo5jpk8RRvsjUQUNcE__hZrUuCPuQlxidvKyS2f1tKEp6fQQMEEHLEcafal2hNVWVefEBEES1d_-sBNW4GfB5zUfZ-tdTpAN72hjoRf3F/s320/3.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here we are double teaming her... Yes, that's my Mom. Love, love, love her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SpFm25BgtK1J96-piFLvPkibi9TwnVNEzQbnRThqKVHo6cJa_VdTXuWtLdH4PgIajlPhlwSCxt2cSNI-FGOVHzB7bYjktX9eVlEI4KuD-kZ8Uh3dCpqQ1PZXBdIOyK6hx0MR_Usp8m1l/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SpFm25BgtK1J96-piFLvPkibi9TwnVNEzQbnRThqKVHo6cJa_VdTXuWtLdH4PgIajlPhlwSCxt2cSNI-FGOVHzB7bYjktX9eVlEI4KuD-kZ8Uh3dCpqQ1PZXBdIOyK6hx0MR_Usp8m1l/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And here she is, ready for the stage!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFeBtU7y6vbyaB0mBAm-ZdOne4K8xOcyflhG96cWhOmj_Y9q4qOqaexwvzXBhMRSR_rQ6xbvc3ghhFxLj1Bs7hRink2iyA2z9uIaJBxbWByt_b7P1F8pGuZJO2uh5Cxtd6tT5CXb1o1SRz/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFeBtU7y6vbyaB0mBAm-ZdOne4K8xOcyflhG96cWhOmj_Y9q4qOqaexwvzXBhMRSR_rQ6xbvc3ghhFxLj1Bs7hRink2iyA2z9uIaJBxbWByt_b7P1F8pGuZJO2uh5Cxtd6tT5CXb1o1SRz/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And after the first number (theme from Beauty and the Beast) there was a costume change.... This one suits her personality...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9hVXx2b_3qdDALsPP79kW0Ur4xv7ZNUxHQxC04x8ifFLxotVbMR8ww7RbdKmQkcaWZNHCaBq9qzm_IFT9igpX_FmB7vXR406Y8fDnG9tYgjneD_7fL6Yy0LjS3MvyQlu6LD0zKGS92veo/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9hVXx2b_3qdDALsPP79kW0Ur4xv7ZNUxHQxC04x8ifFLxotVbMR8ww7RbdKmQkcaWZNHCaBq9qzm_IFT9igpX_FmB7vXR406Y8fDnG9tYgjneD_7fL6Yy0LjS3MvyQlu6LD0zKGS92veo/s320/6.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> They danced to Fun, Fun, Fun by the Beach Boys. She LOVED that one!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibadd35niJaMAtc6h_3FhD17HehAWw4pyh52nhWRKxwTiNH3YOTlp0WNL_WcxRH2800hkqUdebeekXnRf48j-QB6EiHZX-ti2ddlSlgb5ya3sbA2yfgf0MRtZO2TKgvXL4z56jDFIw25fE/s1600/7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibadd35niJaMAtc6h_3FhD17HehAWw4pyh52nhWRKxwTiNH3YOTlp0WNL_WcxRH2800hkqUdebeekXnRf48j-QB6EiHZX-ti2ddlSlgb5ya3sbA2yfgf0MRtZO2TKgvXL4z56jDFIw25fE/s320/7.JPG" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> After it was over, she got her flowers from Aunt Lara and Aunt Lisa... Papa brought her some gorgeous roses from his garden, my mom had her a little ballerina figurine and her dad had her a teddy bear wearing a tutu. She was exhausted!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfD23rrFswZqBzQ_sA2DQQAVY34eaIAsuplEZNQZLHta-ttcvCU6CITJhBjyEGXhYvXC4-7qYmJWg3lYQ2uwN6eMkJqpFrxAtiLSeY6UkFMsYVlobhkFsP8sYthRHiTTB-ykbaFkzcC30C/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfD23rrFswZqBzQ_sA2DQQAVY34eaIAsuplEZNQZLHta-ttcvCU6CITJhBjyEGXhYvXC4-7qYmJWg3lYQ2uwN6eMkJqpFrxAtiLSeY6UkFMsYVlobhkFsP8sYthRHiTTB-ykbaFkzcC30C/s320/8.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div align="center"></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-74734651190832730162011-05-12T10:37:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:30:45.810-05:00Time<div style="text-align: justify;">Time is slipping away so fast. Yesterday it really hit me just how fast the past 2 years have flown. So much has been going on, and I've learned so much.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Exactly 2 years ago today, I had a port placed in my chest for chemo treatments. Yesterday I had it removed. It brought home the news that I WILL be ok - after all, if they thought I would need it, they would have left it in. As a matter of fact, I wanted to keep it a while longer - just in case. But my oncologist insisted I have it removed. So, I did. It's a little sore, a little tender. No big deal. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also, I no longer have a little boy. I have a young man. With body hair. And an attitude. He's 12 - and alrealy taller than I am. He and his dad wear the same size shorts (waist size). His feet are bigger than his dad's. He likes a girl, but he's too shy to talk to her. But he makes sure his hair is done, his teeth are brushed and his clothes look nice before he leaves for school. You know, for her. ACK!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">6th grade was harder than I thought it would be. It started off really rough. Kids can be cruel. Especially to children who are a little different (tall, short, fat, skinny, smart, slow). Anything outside the 'norm' brings the taunts and name calling. Believe me, things like that impact a child's outlook on everything - especially their self-worth. It takes a lot more to build a child back up than it does to tear one down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Work has been ... busy. Like most companies, we have seen a little downsizing. That translates into everyone doing a little/lot more with less. But, when things are busy, the day doesn't drag by.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Reading. I've read more books over the past 2 years than at any point in my life. Just since last July (when I purchased my Nook) I have purchased and read 60+ ebooks. Plus a few 'real' books have been purchased and read. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've learned who my friends are - who I can trust - who I can count on (even if I've never met the person in real life). I've also learned that it's ok to cut someone out of your life if they hurt your heart beyond repair.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've also learned to ask for help. It used to KILL me to ask for help from anyone. It made me feel weak - like I wasn't good enough. But really, when people know you are going through something, they WANT to help. It does't just help you, it helps them feel a little less helpless.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've also learned that you don't have to WAIT for someone to ask for help. Just do something. No matter how simple it seems to you (bringing over a pot of spaghetti) it will mean the world to them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My favorite quote: “Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.” - Henry Miller</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-5023517091240357762011-05-01T16:53:00.000-05:002011-05-01T16:53:36.061-05:00We are all safe and sound....and these are NOT my pictures....And this is somewhat of a downer post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, it has been a long, stressful few days in the South. Particularly Alabama. Everyone I know is safe - some have damaged homes, no power, etc. But they are alive. Not everyone was so lucky. I know of 3 teenage girls who lived, but watched their parents die. Their Grandmother is taking care of them now. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The small town where my Dad grew up has been wiped out. It isn't getting much news play just because they haven't gotten to it yet. Right now they are finding body parts. "Officially" they are listing 3 dead. It's more like 50. In a town of only 600, that's a pretty big percentage. All of the buildings in town are gone - every store, every school, every doctor's office. Here is a video of the damage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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These pictures are from a friend - she USED to live in the middle of the woods. Not so much anymore. She has trees on her house, but her cars are OK and now that the trees have been cleared to the side of the road, they can get out some. She came over Friday night to do laundry, dishes, shower, etc. They don't have power OR water. But they are all safe. She said that the outpouring of help has just amazed her. Her nephew (who works for the power company in the southern part of the state) came up the day after the storm and started helping get the power lines in order so that when they DO get power back to the area, she will be ready. Several friends came with him with chain saws and supplies. Someone she doesn't even know loaned them a generator - her nephew was hooking that up Friday night. Her daughter was coming home from Texas to help. When she went to pick up her paycheck (she had just been with this company for ONE WEEK) they loaded her truck up with supplies they would need - water, non-perishables, etc. Another nephew works at the local <a href="mailto:W@l-M@rt">W@l-M@rt</a>. He went to get some supplies for them and the store wouldn't let him pay for a thing - loaded his truck up. I have a feeling that we will hear more and more stories like this. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">It was a very exciting weekend...sewing and fixing a broken waterline. Yeah. All day Sunday with no water. At least Mike was able to fix it - for that I am thankful. Not having to call a plumber is priceless.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Oh, there was one bit of excitement. Or aggravation. Depends on how I want to look at it. Saturday I was taking a quick shower before Mike and I went to get pedicures. Yes, that's what I got Mike for his birthday. Anyway, I came out of the shower to see little blood spots on a throw pillow. So I investigate. I found Wags and he had a little cut on his muzzle. No biggie. Or so I thought. Then I went to the room where I had sorted the laundry. Of course, Wags had gone to the pile of light clothes to rub his cut. On Every. Single. White. Item. Every. Single. Item. All of Mike's work shirts. Evan's school clothes. Socks. It looked like a scene from a slasher movie. So, I took a deep breath, I treated one shirt with my normal name brand stuff and ran out. So, while we were out, I went to Dollar Tree. They have amazing cleaning stuff. There is a stain remover - Laundry Pre-Treat Awesome. When we got home, I treated everything except the one shirt I had already treated. Guess what got clean?? Everything except the shirt I used the name brand stuff on. </div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-58324295634366857972011-03-29T22:34:00.000-05:002011-03-29T22:34:19.528-05:00Howdy!It seems like the only thing I've been blogging about lately is sewing. I guess that's mostly because that's what is going on right now. The only drama is drama I can't blog about because it isn't specifically MY drama. Some of it spills over into my life, and I gripe about it and worry about it, but it isn't really my drama to put out there. Evan is doing great - besides (at times) being a hormonal brat. We are down to the last grading period - soon school will be out for summer! That's really all that is going on.<br />
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I DO have a friend that is pregnant - but she doesn't know this blog exists, so I feel pretty safe putting up pictures of the baby quilt I'm making. Can't put it up on Facebook - she would see it and her shower is next week. So, why am I just now making this blanket??? Well, let's just say that Evan gets his procrastination skills honestly.<br />
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It starts out as a bunch of squares sewn into pairs....<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitsNf4W9vnSL3lyUZWPKjMWBmKjoYCaoET3at-1oTqWK_8CZCXSFYDqA7A-CSb8IEQxte9DVRueINF4oKy3n75cRC4RlVvzYv9JAXkYweCCYgiy2O5MjtCKsmbBZ3EpAzZyb-n6jDf-suF/s1600/DSCN1669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitsNf4W9vnSL3lyUZWPKjMWBmKjoYCaoET3at-1oTqWK_8CZCXSFYDqA7A-CSb8IEQxte9DVRueINF4oKy3n75cRC4RlVvzYv9JAXkYweCCYgiy2O5MjtCKsmbBZ3EpAzZyb-n6jDf-suF/s320/DSCN1669.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Tomorrow I add more squares to the outside, then I start quilting!!!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-13566157247794739272011-03-26T11:36:00.001-05:002011-03-28T08:45:47.752-05:00A new dress for my niece...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just need to get some better ribbon and hem it! Tutorial <a href="http://www.modabakeshop.com/2011/03/fat-quarter-pillowcase-dress.html">found here</a>!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78v5efpb1qE7wkmyW_oycvy7TprNTwxRf1RWdn5IHEMtUaG0SzxO6mr0O2GE1064IAwCBxoXhgveXwi32ECQ8gJZSUn97028ce8njiO4khLf1UzCzMVW826oVkYkr4VJDCnOYZhJ9uLF9/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78v5efpb1qE7wkmyW_oycvy7TprNTwxRf1RWdn5IHEMtUaG0SzxO6mr0O2GE1064IAwCBxoXhgveXwi32ECQ8gJZSUn97028ce8njiO4khLf1UzCzMVW826oVkYkr4VJDCnOYZhJ9uLF9/s320/068.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-33863422280057263162011-03-25T10:13:00.000-05:002011-03-25T10:13:09.536-05:00Preview<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not the best picture, but I was using my cell phone...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAb63ciZxx3QA-yTmYaKcvrdP9pfvFSPaCoF7xcDKD3cu0JbaLNvLkShqsiB3wP2hyG-OB4Qyxiq0byPmJDUfKM4wvQACLrnVzFnptTWnE5RWuJQXNDhEgcW0wOuldUUzGImmJPjqLJJNl/s1600/Photo0114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAb63ciZxx3QA-yTmYaKcvrdP9pfvFSPaCoF7xcDKD3cu0JbaLNvLkShqsiB3wP2hyG-OB4Qyxiq0byPmJDUfKM4wvQACLrnVzFnptTWnE5RWuJQXNDhEgcW0wOuldUUzGImmJPjqLJJNl/s320/Photo0114.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00168721973883221546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3096686122256860982.post-19498880001789863132011-03-22T22:06:00.001-05:002011-03-23T08:45:15.457-05:00Busy, busy, busy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I've been trying to stay busy lately - it hasn't been that hard. Last weekend we started spring cleaning (gross) and rearranging furniture. I actually reclaimed the bedroom that turned into a craft room that turned into a junk room. It is now back to being a bedroom - with a sewing table. I made a niece a toy bag - it's pretty cool. When you let the draw string out, it flattens out into a circle - a play mat. When you are done, throw all the toys on the mat, pull the string, and the toys are put away. Pretty neat! <strike>I tried to find the link to the tutorial I used, but I can't. If I find it later, I'll update this post.</strike> <a href="http://tonicoward.blogspot.com/2010/09/lego-sack-tutorial.html">Here is the link to the tutorial!</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I also have plans to make a pillowcase dress for her! Hope she likes it! </div><br />
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