tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41252054419148339842024-03-04T23:15:43.649-07:00HER FIVE CENTSBecause five is more than twoLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.comBlogger574125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-56063494221064104972024-02-17T20:56:00.009-07:002024-02-17T21:00:35.267-07:00To the Ones I've Left BehindWhere I'm going next, I don't know. But it isn't here. Here metaphorically. Or maybe realistically. I miss my kids. I miss them as babies. It's wild to think how asleep I was back then even though trying my darndest not to be. I wanted to do things right for my kids. He did too. I think we did okay him and I. Our kids are evidence of that even though they might be a lil' sweary (but they Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-50785426176656336832024-01-14T21:02:00.002-07:002024-01-15T09:43:35.484-07:00How Writers Keep Their Fingers WarmOr at least, how THIS one does. I suppose the term 'writers' is pretty exclusionary so we'll call it ...How People Who Exist in Colder Climates Keep Their Fingers Warm in the Winter While Typing/Writing. They don't. But these are the techniques that sometimes help. They:Do Sun Salutations or some other form of movementBorrow their child's heated blanket and take turns putting one hand under Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-18321595171838127602024-01-09T20:00:00.001-07:002024-01-09T20:00:24.933-07:00A Planner UnplannedCole gave me a planner about two years ago for my birthday. The cover is faux pleather gray and features rose gold embossing of a crescent moon with rays coming from the top and some constellations underneath, also embossed in rose gold. It's spiral-bound. It's also undated. This goes great with my inconsistency in using a planner which I've always wanted to be different. I used to think I Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-68955960667533668082024-01-06T15:34:00.002-07:002024-01-06T15:34:23.308-07:00Regular Days of LifeI made biscuits and gravy and put my sisters award-winning white chicken chili in the crock pot for later. We were going to do games tonight but Ian is hanging out with a friend so we might do something else... or nothing at all. I found a new local tire shop, Skyline Tire and Auto out here in Queen Crizzle slash San Tan Valley. They've been there three years and it's Daniel, his brother Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-72187271507197834292024-01-05T15:39:00.004-07:002024-01-05T15:39:57.655-07:00Last Night at the Fire in the DesertIt's January. The winter for some. Although here in the valley of the sun, it's prime time to be outside playing with the toys we all got for Christmas which other parts of the world can't do until spring/summer. It's fun to see everyone out on rollerblades and bikes and stuff. We had a desert fire last night. It was likely illegal but we didn't get caught. I drove with Cole in his sexy car.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-73197343946938640202022-02-20T13:48:00.000-07:002022-02-20T13:48:21.557-07:00Nice and AloneIt's actually spoken "niece", at least when it comes to the city located in the French Riviera where I traveled all alone four years ago to the day.
I left mid afternoon on a Thursday so David could stay with the kids while I went on a solo trip, partially to trudge through some thickly complicated thoughts and feelings. Him and I had a pretty big thing the week before Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-41629830977453651522022-02-10T14:02:00.002-07:002022-02-16T19:40:14.290-07:00Welcome BaaaccckkkPhoto of the Salt River in AZ. Taken by meAhhhhhhh... This feels like home y'all! I've fought myself over it but this IS the place for me. I've been blogging over at Medium, and in my journals on actual paper (say what?). It's time to focus my effort here for now. As you can see, I've made a few changes and will continue to make a few more as I go. I'm writing this post mostly for Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-83632540588429103012019-04-01T13:03:00.002-06:002019-04-01T13:03:39.857-06:00Dear SadieDear Faye,
I can't believe I haven't done your yearly letter. I feel like I did and now I have to go find it. It's also likely I didn't. Yeah. I didn't because I wrote Jacksons in October. lol. Sorry!
I don't know if I should write this as if it was November of last year or the March that it really is. I think I'll go with the latter.
You've grown so much in the past 6 months. That'sLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-75441007360259299762018-10-07T18:18:00.000-06:002018-10-07T18:18:37.322-06:00"Nothing's Fine, I'm Torn" Thanks Natalie Imbruglia. I'm split about so many things. I'll make a list.
I'm torn between:
Blogging here versus on Medium. I think I have a small readership here and over there I'm just beginning.
Keeping my kids in school online at home, or going back to more traditional homeschooling slash unschooling
Being totally transparent about the real things in my life and keeping it between me Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-18442235661759390642018-10-06T19:20:00.000-06:002018-10-07T19:20:50.306-06:00Dear JacksonI'm late on yours too! I'm afraid my blog has become mostly letters to my children on their birthdays, which I think is okay. Because you are important Jackson!
I feel bad because your birthdays for the past two years have been when we are on trips or getting ready to go on one. Last year New Zealand, this year Ireland and Scotland. Most would say you have a "rough life" lol but you would Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-89389042581933759842018-05-07T07:35:00.001-06:002018-06-05T11:45:26.271-06:00Dear Nevie
I'm late writing this post but even in the space of a month (it's actually May 7th) you've started riding your bike and riding it well. Dad came in last night and said now you will go off curbs and turn corners like you never have before.
The other day you laid in bed with Dad and I and snuggled with us so well. You said later that you "cried from happiness" with your stillLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-91956311790811526502018-01-01T10:49:00.000-07:002018-02-01T10:50:17.386-07:00The Eve of 2017We dropped off our last guests at the train station sometime in the afternoon of the 31st. Thankfully my friend treated me to some vending machine hot beverage because it was a cold day. It was almost eerie with how many people weren't there. Thankfully it was the right train. Not so thankfully they ended up having to take a bus in some small town in Austria to a train station in Innsbruck that Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-3787299478877897442017-11-29T05:01:00.001-07:002017-11-29T05:01:34.634-07:00Dear Sadie
Happy 9th birthday my sweet girl!
Oh how I love you! I can't believe how much you've grown over the year, in more ways than one. The thing that surprises me most about you is how brave you've gotten. Just the other night you went out into the dark garage and into the dark night to get something out of the dark car. As soon as you walked out the door, Daddy and I looked at each other like Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-4055614477702229092017-11-21T14:48:00.001-07:002017-11-21T14:48:46.675-07:00That StoryLast night David and I watched a violent movie. In the beginning, it showed a montage of videos from the 1980's where the Berlin Wall was featured. People protesting and picketing. It showed a particularly poignant clip from a speech President Reagan gave in which he said, "Tear down this wall!" and then right after that words came across the screen that said something about how in 1989 Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-6653869903208592492017-10-24T14:48:00.000-06:002017-10-25T00:20:12.715-06:00The Guy From My PastI wish I knew his name.
He's awful. Maybe he's changed over the course of 10 years. I kind of doubt it though. Someone like that doesn't change.
I've been decluttering. Like legit style. That's a totally a lie. I'm only sometimes-decluttering-mostly-reorganizing-chaos. However, I found some 3 X 5 cards we had our prospective girls fill out for cheer tryouts. I went through each of them Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-34670063299963530702017-10-12T16:28:00.001-06:002017-10-13T05:26:32.800-06:00I'm a Crafty Bish
I could ONLY come up with bad words for the title. In an effort to be authentic while remaining family friendly, I went with the Katy Perry version which is basically somewhere between PG-13 and Rated R. So wordy I am.
I have been inspired by my friend. Her name is Sheena and not only is she gorgeous and kind, she's so crafty. Please go check out her YouTube channel. She also has a Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-91921430363642505802017-08-20T03:48:00.001-06:002017-08-27T05:39:44.953-06:00Bye Felicia: 5 Myths About Modesty (For Men)
My man is now the owner of a modern-fit suit also known as the male version of the yoga pant. We went shopping recently and after trying many on, he decided on The One. The suit which will henceforth be referred to as a/the MYP (Male Yoga Pant).
How am I supposed to focus on the Spirit when he is wearing this?
It was actually 3 years ago today that I posted a quote from THIS blog postLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-19019757237952331672017-08-11T08:20:00.002-06:002017-08-11T08:20:49.712-06:00The Daily'sI used to write more about the regular stuff. I recently read through a few of my old posts and now I regret how I've missed so much of the boring details of life. Especially cause these days are so fun!
That's a lie. They're not always fun. But they are exciting! Here is my mid-year Christmas letter.
Jackson is in a phase of life (10 years old) where he is wanting to be independent and Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-52357431439408068002017-08-06T16:47:00.000-06:002017-08-06T16:47:03.350-06:0010 Movies Your Kids Should Watch If They Want to Have Nightmares
Like I did. I started this post 2 years ago (no joke) but never finished it. These are the 10 movies that as an adult, I still think about when I'm afraid. Today in a group someone posted an image asking for members to share a gif of a movie that traumatized them. Here are all 10 of mine.
1) Never Ending Story:
via GIPHY
That dog still haunts me today.
2) The Wizard of Oz:
via GIPHY
As if Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-28196380586186869382017-06-22T06:38:00.000-06:002017-07-04T06:40:34.219-06:00It's All Temporary. Until It's Not.
The effects of the magnesium cotrate drink I ingested for a colonoscopy at 33: temporary
The feeling of the paper pants with a bum flap on my skin: temporary
Remembering the experience: permanent
Tears streamed down both sides of my face last night going from the inner corners to the outer corners of my eyes and sliding down into my ears and onto my pillow. I don't know why I was crying. It Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-46045197325637813562017-05-02T11:17:00.000-06:002017-05-02T12:27:01.263-06:00A Big AnnouncementI started this blog on January 25th, 2008. It's name was the same as it is today. To be honest, I started blogging in 2005 but I used another platform. Some of you may be familiar with it. It is called Myspace. I transferred all of my posts over here (I think) so this is my official home. I'm very passionate and emotional about it. 12 years of my life is stored under this name.
I came up with Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-31783740082083998352017-04-26T15:13:00.000-06:002017-04-26T15:13:17.275-06:00Dear Nevie
I try every year on the kids' birthdays to write them a letter. I'm 11 days late on Genevieve's. But it's here!
Genevieve. I love your name. Daddy has told you over and over the story of how you got your name. I remember it clearly too. Daddy was holding you and I was in the bathroom. He said something like, "I know what her name is. Her name is Genevieve." And I said, "Yep. That is Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-46869204407917042272017-03-25T17:07:00.000-06:002017-03-25T17:07:15.993-06:00Why I Feel So Awkward TodayI hate and love today and tomorrow. It's this weird limbo.
I went back and tried to find the right post to share on Instagram so those who are newerish to my life understand what I'm talking about when I'm all vague and sappy on my other social media's. It's been awhile since I wrote about what happened this weekend 11 and 12 years ago.
12 years ago I married my boyfriend! Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-78960374366559564452017-02-06T15:51:00.001-07:002017-02-06T15:51:25.748-07:00The Beginning of THE 21/90 Project
I'm hungry just thinking about it. To be fair, I was warned this might happen. At the same time, I'm not writing about it as if it's a thing of the past... it hasn't even started yet.
Tomorrow marks the first day of the first phase of 21/90 for me and 40ish other participants. The 21/90 Project is a program developed by my sister-in-law Hannah Richardson and centers on eating whole, Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4125205441914833984.post-69262760772830745572017-01-24T09:43:00.000-07:002017-07-04T06:47:39.390-06:00Military Discount for Disneyland Paris
There IS a discount for military families who go to Disneyland Paris in 2017. Here's how to get it.
1) Show up to Disneyland Paris or Walt Disney Studios Park
2) Present your military ID
3) Don't bring more than 5 people per ID
4) Purchase tickets (see below)
5) Have a blast!
Keep in mind there are discounts offered for 2 and 3 day passes for both parks. There Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02042628742764770646noreply@blogger.com0