tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46114952979656815692024-03-12T20:58:31.644-07:00Lunatic in Service Area....Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-89162862527140085072012-04-03T18:24:00.003-07:002012-04-03T18:24:24.521-07:00Goodbye 32. Hello 33.<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Today is my last day of being 32.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">I just read an article stating that research shows that 33 is the happiest age EVAR. I'm not so sure 33 can top 32.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">32 gave me my Sara. My happy, adorable, amazing baby. 32 gave me a healthy, cancer free brother.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">32 gave me...me.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">I really feel that 32 was a turning point for me. I finally feel comfortable with myself and the role of mother. I finally feel comfortable in this house. I finally feel like I've accepted me for me and all that comes along with me. I finally feel like Lisa for the first time in a long time. </span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">So, thank you 32. You've rocked my world. I will remember you always.</span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">33, you have big shoes to fill.</span></span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-46283943665813790812012-03-28T18:46:00.001-07:002012-03-28T18:46:18.230-07:00Things I've Learned<br />
-I've learned that the word "friend" has many different definitions. I've also learned that, perhaps, I've used the word too freely over the years. We grow and change, and friendships do the same...when they are true friendships. So, to the couple of true friends that I have, thank you. Thank you for always being there, and for putting up with my insanity. <br />
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-I've learned that some people may feel sorry for me. I'm Lisa, "stuck at home" with the kids all day, while my husband works 3 jobs so we can afford life. Please don't EVER feel sorry for me, for us. We CHOSE this life! We chose for me to stay home with the kiddos. We chose for me to be someone who gets to play with her kids all day, and not miss any important "firsts". Our life, and the decisions that we've made work for us! My life is exactly what I want it to be at this time. Is being a SAHM always sunshine and butterflies? Hell to the no. But, being a SAHM has afforded me awesome memories of my kids growing and changing, memories that I will carry with me forever. Why would someone feel sorry for that? Do I see my husband as often as I'd like? Nope. Do the kids see him as often as I would like? Nope to that, too. But, at the end of the day, it's a sacrifice. A sacrifice that he is willing to make FOR US. <br />
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-I've learned that my inner monologue while doing Zumba is pretty hilarious. "If I do Zumba every day for a month, will I look like you, Gina the instructor?" "Beto and Tanya have be 'doing it' behind the scenes, look at the way they look at each other during the "booty roll!!" "Damn it, Beto, you are not as hot as you think you are!" I've also learned that Zumba, no matter how funny it may look, is a damn good workout. And, by that I mean, I have fun while I'm looking like a fool.<br />
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-I've learned that my head and my heart don't ever see eye to eye. Things that seem so simple on paper aren't simple. I've also learned that I stress over things, and overthink things way too much. <br />
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-I've learned that I'm at my happiest when I'm singing. And cooking. Being a caterer is something I've wanted for a long time, and I'm very pleased with my decision to get my certification .<br />
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-I've learned that I'm scared of a lot of things. A lot. Death, ghosts, the dark, people jumping out of no where in movies...that's the worst. Moths are a huge fear. Yes, moths.<br />
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-I've learned that I do not act my age. Ever. I think it's because no one ever believes that I'm my particular age. Why act it if people think I'm younger?<br />
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-I've learned a lot from my children. I've learned patience. I've learned how to heal a 'boo-boo' with just a kiss. I've learned different languages, like 'Jackanese' and 'Emmalaynian'. I've learned that when my daughter tells me, "I don't likes you, Mommy", that she doesn't mean it and that I'll be getting a big hug in about 5 minutes. <br />
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-I've learned that after not liking kids for most of my life, that I actually really do like kids. Something clicks when you give birth, something amazing. That mothering instinct is no freaking joke.<br />
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-I've learned that I get bored very easily. Kind of like I'm getting bored with this....Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-23294567238190712122012-03-23T20:10:00.000-07:002012-03-23T20:10:39.877-07:00LifeI try not to let myself get too philosophical about things. I try not to figure the meaning of life, or why things happen the way they do. I've been thinking a lot, though, about how things truly happen for a reason, even if that reason isn't so clear at the time.<br />
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Do you do this? Think about these types of things? What conclusions have you come up with?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-5171194856359493522012-03-02T07:02:00.001-08:002012-03-02T07:03:57.446-08:00Wearing BlueI'm wearing <span style="color: blue;">blue</span> today for my brother, the colon cancer slayer. It's National Dress In <span style="color: blue;">Blue</span> day, and it's also colon cancer awareness month. I cannot convey how important it is to get tested, especially if there is a family history. Even if there isn't, it's not a bad idea to get checked, as, we all learned not too long ago that there doesn't need to be a family history for someone to develop this awful disease.<br />
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I've gained 80 pounds since I've gotten married. Having 3 kids in 4 years helped that particular situation. I remember when I found out I was pregnant with Jack, I was terrified I wouldn't lose the baby weight. 43 pounds and a beautiful baby later, I decided to try Weight Watchers. I lost 20 of those 43 pounds pretty quickly, actually. The rest stuck around for pregnancy #2. 26 pounds, my highest weight EVER and another beautiful baby later, I tried, once again, to lose the weight. Never did I really devote myself to the whole points thing. It was just too much. My weight has been a yo-yo for the past couple of years and I still had 15 pounds of 'Emma weight' leftover to become 'Sara weight'. 27 pounds, my NEW highest weight ever and beautiful baby #3 was a bit different. I lost the baby weight SO quickly. All of the 'Sara weight' pretty much disappeared within weeks. How amazing! So, why is the 'Emma weight' and 'Jack weight' sticking around for so long?<br />
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Over the years, I feel like I've tried everything. This 'fad' diet, that 'fad' diet. I've eaten grapefruits. I've cut out carbs. I've not eaten after a certain time. Shakes, salads, diet pills, been there, done that. Nothing ever works.<br />
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Things have changed now. They HAVE to. I'm currently at my lowest weight in about a year an a half, maybe longer. I'm counting my calories. I'm exercising. I'm drinking water like it's my job. I'm FAR away from my goal, but, shit, I'm ready to shout from the rooftops, "I'M LOSING WEIGHT!!" I enjoy exercising. Me! Lisa Marie D'Imperio Budesheim ENJOYS exercising! Who knew? I need to expand my exercise repertoire, however. I've been Zumba-ing to my hearts content, but I need other things to do. So, I'm doing some research. Yoga? Jillian? I like to dance, so I may just keep along with that sort of workout. <br />
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My goal by the summer is 20 pounds. My goal for the year is 40 pounds. My overall goal is 60-80 pounds. There is really no time limit on this. It may take years, it may not. It doesn't matter, it just needs to happen. Right now, I'm on a 'one day at a time' basis, and it's working well.<br />
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I'm not sure what the point of writing all of this out was. Maybe it's so I can look back on it if i'm frustrated. maybe it's here to remind me of my goals. Maybe I just need to get it all to process it. Hopefully I can look back on it 6 months from now, a year from now, 6 years from now, and see how far I've come.<br />
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<b><i>That would be nice...very, very nice.</i></b>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-73186928196814251802011-11-30T11:34:00.000-08:002011-11-30T11:34:34.618-08:00357 Days laterLast year, Christmas came late for the D'Imperio family. As I've documented here, my younger brother was diagnosed with Stage 3 Colon Cancer on December 8. Life as we knew it was changed forever. Surgery after surgery, complication after complication. Colostomy bags and chemotherapy became a part of our everyday vernacular. The Patient was in the hospital for Christmas; the first time I haven't had a Christmas with my brother since I was 4. As the family gathered for our Christmas gathering, we called him on the phone to give the illusion that he was there, but it certainly wasn't the same. We did finally get to celebrate with him, a week or so later, but still, knowing what was to come definitely put a damper on the day.<br />
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This year, Christmas came early for the D'Imperio family. After almost a year which included 6 months of chemotherapy, various complications, infections, surgeries and countless antibiotics, The Patient is now The Survivor. Bloodwork and the 'ill-fated' follow-up colonoscopy have revealed that the cancer is gone. Our Christmas will be normal once again, we will all be together like it's supposed to be. The events of last year will just be a memory.<br />
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It will be a very Merry Christmas, indeed.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-11230136125545814872011-09-09T08:49:00.000-07:002011-09-09T08:49:19.526-07:00ReflectionThis weekend is an emotional one. Let's start with the good.<br />
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6 years ago on September the 10th, I was married. I was married on a beautiful, sunny, warm day. Just a few clouds were in the sky that day. I was married in front of one hundred and fifty friends and family, people who were there for us to witness the beginning of the rest of our lives together. I truly remember that day in such great detail. I could tell you what was going on every hour of that day. The memories are SO vivid! I often say that day was the best day of my life. It still is. I thank all of you reading this, who were there, who supported us, and were there for us on our big day. <i><b>Gregory, if you're reading this, which you probably won't unless I tell you to, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for loving me and everything about me. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for being a fantastic husband. You "get me" and that's no small feat! Thank you for starting a family with me, I can't imagine our life any other way. Thank you for saying "I do" 6 years ago. If I had to do it all over again, I would, and I would change nothing. Come What May, always and forever.</b></i> <i><b>I love you.</b></i><br />
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Changing gears.<br />
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September 11, 2001. It was a big day for me. I was starting a new job. It was a new beginning for me. I remember walking into my new office, and meeting my new coworkers. I was getting the rundown of the ins and outs and inner workings of the Social Work department at Saint Peter's University Hospital. At 8:46am, a coworker came in and announced the grim news, plane #1 had hit. Not knowing anything of terrorists or attacks on America at that time, we assumed it was a freak accident. I said a silent prayer for those affected and tried to put it out of my head. A few minutes go by, another plane, another announcement, another prayer. This happened a total of 4 times. I remember a lot about that day. I remember watching the second tower fall, live on TV. I remember the phone calls that we received asking if we had information. I remember the images of people hopelessly jumping out of windows...to this day, that thought gives me chills. it's just not something you ever forget. I remember having to watch helplessly while my new coworker worked quickly to clear the hospital for 200 victims. Victims that never showed up. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and business returned to "normal." Life turned back to "normal." But what is normal? Life will never be the same after that fateful day. People are harsh and quick to say that it was 10 years ago, that people need to get over it. <u><b>GET OVER IT?</b></u> Are ya kidding? How do you get over something like that? it makes me sad that people can brush off an attack on our freedom like it was nothing. I will never forget. It was such a big day. Such an important day. Such a sad day. 10 years later, it still hurts.<br />
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Tonight, while celebrating my anniversary, I will be taking a dinner cruise that will bring us up close to that beautiful, yet empty and forever changed NYC Skyline. What an amazingly bittersweet moment that will be. Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-21037692358546306972011-05-12T10:03:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:39:09.122-07:00Hello thereWow, it's been a long time since I've graced you all with my literary presence. I really haven't written much of anything in any of my blogs, so don't feel like you're the only people I'm ignoring. It's not for lack of things to talk about, it's the lack of time it takes to sit and get it all out. <br />
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So, I'm 34 weeks +2 days pregnant. I feel like the size of a baby beluga (sing with Raffi and I, will you?) and I still have 5 weeks to go. I can't even imagine how much larger I can get. I kind of anxious about getting back to my non-pregnant state, as the heartburn, nausea, dry-heaving, feeling like a furnace, aching back, etc of pregnancy is getting really old. Like really old. Like, it got old about 2 months ago. Bets are in, and most people think I will deliver earlier than my June 17th scheduled date. I would be inclined to agree. However, now that we are all expecting her to come early, she'll decide to stay put until it's time. I can't wait to meet the little one. Can't wait to see who has been taking up residence in mah belly for the past 8.5 months. I can't wait to see who she looks like, or see what her personality is like. I can't wait to yell at her for kicking me in the ribs all night every night. Damn kid. <br />
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Jack and Emma have been...interesting....and that is putting it nicely. Emma is fully entrenched in all things terrible two, for she is 2 and she is terrible. Yes, cute little Emma is a beast. She just about lives in time out, throws tantrums, bites, hits, yells, tells me no...Good times in my house. Jack is slightly better than her. He's full of energy from the second he wakes up in the morning to the moment he lays down in bed at night. Double naptime still happens, so for that I'm eternally grateful. Emma's speech has improved immensely, and Jack is getting ready for preschool (MY BABY BOY IS GOING TO SCHOOL?!?!?!?). I'm just so proud of both of them...when I'm not so frustrated with both of them. Adding #3 into the mix will prove to be very interesting. <br />
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We are most likely taking the house off of the market until next year. Response to our completely redone, overhauled house has been less than stellar. Yeah, yeah the market. Yeah, yeah the recession. Yeah, yeah shut up. Our house rocks. I'd want to live here if I wasn't already (and if I didn't have (almost) 3 kids). Hopefully, a year will make a difference and we can get this place sold. I'm okay with this. totally okay with it. It took me a long time to be okay with it, but I'm 'there' and it's fine. It's simply just not our time. Our neighborhood is great and we've made friends and we really enjoy being here, so that makes having to stay even more okay.<br />
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I was just about to end this, when I realized I didn't post about the person who became the main focal point of this blog. Joey. He is more than halfway finished with his chemo treatments. He looks wonderful. When you think 'chemo patient', you think skinny, pale, gaunt, bald, etc. This has not been the case (knock on wood 3 times, please) for Joey. If you didn't know the kid was sick and going through treatments, you would never peg him for a cancer patient, that's for sure. His attitude remains positive and he's managed to not get too, too sick. Impressive. Still, we take one treatment at a time, and his journey isn't over by a long shot. <br />
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I guess this can be it for now. I'm hoping to catch son's Z's while the kiddos are sleeping. Which is code for I'm going to eat ice cream and watch TV .Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-22976461448220587972011-03-03T12:28:00.000-08:002011-03-03T12:28:56.328-08:00It's been a while!Hello all. It's been some time since I've posted here. <br />
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I've given my brother the moniker "Chemo Joe"...pretty self explanatory, dontcha think? I will leave the specifics to him, as he will be updating the official blog soon, but two chemo treatments are complete, and there are 10 more to go. Again, how he's feeling is up to him to convey, but I will tell you how I feel about the whole thing...I think it sucks. There's nothing like knowing that there is poison running through the body of one of the most important people in your life. Funny though, isn't it? Poison to make him feel better? It's almost comical.<br />
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I will say that the poison afforded me an opportunity to spend some time with TWO of the most important people in my life. Last night, C.J. wasn't feeling so great, so I decided to offer him a remedy that helped me during some of the more nauseous times of my life...a morning-sickness lollipop. Whether or not it worked, I'm not sure, but I'll tell you what made ME feel better (me, me, me)...I got to hang with C.J. and Danny. Just us. It was like old times. Listening to music, laughing, singing, actin' a' fool. It was lovely. I was reminded of why I love those two as much as I do...so thanks, boys, for making the ol' girl smile.<br />
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I've turned into a Colon Cancer Awareness zealot. Trying to sell wristbands, trying to get word out, trying to do what I can do to help. As of right now, there is no official organization, or foundation for Joey, so it's an all out effort by the family just to try and figure out how to help. Foundations, trust funds, corporate sponsors; none of it makes much sense to me, so trying to figure it all out with limited knowledge and resources (and time) is proving to be difficult to say the least. But, I'm confident that things will work out the way they are supposed to...whatever that means. If anyone reading this wants to have some sort of benefit for C.J., feel free! Right now, everything is a free for all. Just let me know what you're thinking, and I'll help in any way I can.<br />
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Tomorrow, March 4th, is National Wear Blue Day. Blue is the color designated to colon cancer awareness. I would recommend you wear blue; the more blue the better. If you're reading this, you know (or know of) at least one person who is battling this disease, so do it! I thank you, my family thanks you, and most of all, Chemo Joe, the patient, ;...he thanks you.<br />
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Until next time...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-11183629277868932272011-01-18T20:03:00.000-08:002011-01-18T20:03:32.844-08:00Wonder Boy, what is the secret of your power?<i><b>Floored. </b></i><br />
<i><b>Humbled. </b></i><br />
<i><b>Astonished.</b></i> <br />
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Those are just a few of the words that I can use to describe the outpouring of love and support for "The Patient". You know, I dubbed him "The Patient" to maintain some sort of privacy factor for the insanely private Joey. I was of the thinking that, since he didn't have a Facebook or a blog, I shouldn't broadcast his business all over the internet. But, getting people involved, and making people aware was what I could do to help at the time. The more people I had praying, the more I felt like I was helping. Well, word has gotten out; the identity of "The Patient" is now known to all. And what a great thing that has turned out to be...<br />
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Thank you to each and every single one of you who have offered your money, your time, your well wishes, your prayers, and your positive energy. No lie, we can not do this without you. Thank you to the hundreds, <i>literally hundreds</i>, of people who haven't thought twice about coming out to the first of many benefits being held for Joey. It's awe-inspiring to know that so many people care, that so many people want to help. Words really can't describe it.<br />
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Let me answer some questions that I've been asked:<br />
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Q:<i>"I want to make a donation, how do I do that?"</i><br />
A: Quite simply...wait. We are working on setting up a foundation in Joey's name (which should be finished very soon) and all donations will go directly to the foundation. All information will be on the website once it is launched. We appreciate the sentiment, and we will DEFINITELY appreciate any monetary help you are willing to give, but just give us some time to get stuff settled and the kinks worked out. Also, the P-51 fundraiser is not through the foundation, it's just a bunch of Joey's friends getting together to play music, and raise awareness. Any questions regarding the show should be directed to the people running it. If you want to donate money to this particular show, but aren't able to make it, my only suggestion is to give the money to someone you know is going to the show so they can give it in for you. Or, you can just donate that amount to the foundation.<br />
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Q:<i>"I have an idea for an event. Who can I tell about it?"</i><br />
A: Well, if you're reading this, you must know me. So, you can tell me about it! I will then bring it up to the other members of his foundation, and we will discuss the logistics of it to see if it's something that we would be able to do. Suggestions are always welcome! Also, if you know of any people/businesses who may want to sponsor a future event, please pass along that information as well.<br />
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Q:<i>"Is Joey going to get better?"</i><br />
A: My answer to that is a resounding YES!! He does have a LONG road ahead of him. He has a couple more surgeries lined up, and not to mention the 6 months of chemo, but YES he WILL beat this! Yes, he WILL get better. Yes, he WILL be a cancer survivor. I know and believe this with every fiber of my being. Is it going to be easy? Nope. But, he will do it. He will do it because he has the will to fight, he will do it because he has an army that spans across the globe fighting behind him. He. Will. Win.<br />
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I don't think words will every be able to express how grateful and humbled we as a family are. Really. It's touching and it means so much that you are all willing to fight the good fight with him...with us. I told him today that a LOT of people love him and that he is truly a lucky man. Very, very lucky. We are all lucky to have you all on our side.<br />
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If anyone has any questions about anything Joey-related, please feel free to ask away. If I don't have an answer, I will GET an answer and give it to you. I will try my best to keep everyone updated via this blog, via the website, and via Facebook. <br />
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On behalf of the D'Imperio family, I thank you...<i>even though that doesn't seem like enough...</i>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-23829077480167202732010-12-27T18:54:00.000-08:002010-12-27T18:54:12.841-08:00Following upFirst off, I want to thank you all for all of the positive remarks and kind words I've received about my last blog entry. I've always done better "on paper" than I do verbally, so to sit down and finally get it all out, it felt good. I've also been thinking alot about perhaps taking the necessary steps to becoming a writer. I do love to write, I always have. I don't write stories very well; I have about 6 started in my saved documents file on the computer. But, I love to write about my life, my experiences,...you know, 'from the heart' kind of stuff. So that's something that's been whipping around in my brain for a few weeks.<br />
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Alot has happened since I last wrote. Setback, after setback, after setback. If it wasn't so devastating, it would almost be comical. How much can one person take in such a short amount of time? Infection, unexpected (but hopefully temporary) life-changing surgery, more infection, another procedure. It's enough to fill up a lifetime, and he's done it all in the matter of 3 weeks or so. <br />
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The attitude that I wrote about last time; that inspiring, amazing attitude seems to be dwindling quite a bit. It's been rough for everyone. In the beginning, since his attitude was so great, we had no choice but to be optimistic and upbeat. Now we are all fading. I think this is where I say something about things getting better, or something about bootstraps (<b><i>all of 3 people will get that reference</i></b>)...but that's all easier said than done. Words are hollow in these times. It's all about the action. I think this may be the time where he needs his friends and family the most, to help bring him out of the funk before it gets too deep. His ordeal is just beginning, and it will be a long road so a positive attitude is a must.<br />
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Time to change gears for a minute. I want to write about The Christmas Miracle. Oh no, not THAT one, the one that happened on Christmas a few days ago. Upon going home, my parents made a discovery on their front porch. An anonymous envelope with a very simple inscription, " To the D'Imperio Family, Merry Christmas", and inside was a donation to what will most likely be the "<b>medical fund</b>." Completely anonymous. Who does that? I mean, really. There have been a few guesses as to who it was, bit I doubt we will ever find out. My faith in human kind has been restored a bit, that's for sure. If by chance the angel who left it is currently reading these words...let me say thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Your gesture was a source of light during these dark times, and it bolstered my belief in all things good. Thank you, thank you, thank you...and thank you again.<br />
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I could probably go on forever, so I will end this now. Thanks again to all of you for the support, it has meant SO much to all of us. Things WILL get worse before they get better, so keep the thoughts and prayers coming. If you're close to 'the patient', go see him. He needs the support. If you want to leave him a message, do so here or Facebook message me and I'll print it out so he can read it. <br />
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Until next time...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-10661683248771087382010-12-17T18:54:00.000-08:002010-12-17T18:54:17.986-08:00I've been trying to figure out how to write this blog entry for a while now. I always try to remain somewhat eloquent and make some sort of sense while relaying the thoughts that are constantly racing around my brain like the Indy 500. My brain never turns off. I'm always thinking. When I'm awake, I'm thinking. When I'm sleeping, I'm thinking. When I'm awake but should be sleeping...that's when I think the most. I've had alot to think about in the past couple of weeks or so, too. Oh so much to think about.<br />
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When you hear the word cancer, what's your first thought? Heartless monster. That's mine. I would never wish cancer on anyone, not my worst enemy and certainly not a family member. When you hear the news that your younger brother has an advanced stage of cancer, it kind of takes your breath away. Immediately you think the worst, and no matter how hard you try to think about something else, it consumes you and becomes all you think about. Trust me, I know. Sadness, anger, asking why, yelling at anyone or anything that will listen...who could I blame? Certainly this is someones fault, no?<br />
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Let me stop and explain a few things. I know this is not about ME. Never will I try to make it about me, when certainly the battle does not lie ahead of ME. But, this boy...<i><b>um</b></i>...man...that is about to fight, fight, fight; he's my brother. My younger brother. My first best friend. He's my family. And for those who don't know this by now...<i><b>you just don't mess with my family. </b></i>I don't care who or what you are, that's just a HUGE 'no-no'.<i><b></b></i><br />
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After the initial shock and "<i>oh my God, he's going to die and I'm going to have to be sedated for the rest of my life" </i><b>'about me</b>' "moment, I then want to fix it. What can I do to fix it? There has to be something, right? Guess what sister, there's nothing you can do. Not. One. Thing. Or is there? You can pray. And boy did I pray. Oh, wait, there's another thing I can do, I can tell others and get them to pray. And they can get people to pray, and they can get people to pray, etc...I may not be the most religious person you'll ever come across, but damn it, I believe there is something to be said about the power of prayer. Not everyone believes, and that's fine, but it's what makes ME (about me, again) feel better, makes ME feel like I'm doing something that can help my brother, and that makes ME feel good. (me, me, me)...For those of you reading this who joined me in praying for "the patient", I thank you and my family thanks you...and keep it coming.<br />
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There was good news in all of this. The cancer, even in it's advanced stage can be treated. Prognosis is good. His surgery to remove the tumor was a success. He was released from the hospital a day or so early. He won't start chemo until after Christmas. All things considered, this boy is so lucky. Lucky in so many ways. Lucky that there has been charitable people who have been made aware of his story, people who wants to help. (more on this later) I think he realizes how lucky he is, and that makes me so happy.<br />
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Chemo scares me. This part is about me. I know what chemo does. It sucks. It's a necessary evil that will keep my brother around to play with my children and watch them grow up. Yes, please and thank you. But I have a feeling it's going to be ugly. My biggest fear is that my kids won't recognize him. How do I explain all of this to my young, but so not dumb 3 and a half year old who notices everything? How do I remain strong for them? How do I remain strong for HIM? I think I've done okay up until this point (excluding the meltdown of epic proportion when I was first told...me, me, me), I just hope I can continue it.<br />
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His attitude is amazing, I will say. He's kind of over this whole 'waiting' thing, and just wants to get it started so it can be finished much quicker. His optimism is inspiring, and I hope it continues. However, it's okay to be scared. It keeps you humble, hell, it keeps you human. <br />
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I've been thinking alot about other ways I can help. A fundraiser, perhaps? Financially, he's been blessed in a few ways, but there will still be expenses. Then I started thinking about starting an actual charity foundation, to help people who need financial assistance due to cancer treatments. It's something I've been thinking alot about, actually. Then I remembered I know nothing about starting a foundation, so advice would be greatly appreciated if there's any to share.<br />
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I think I may have rambled enough for now. The next 6 months are going to be a trying time for all of us, so keep us all in your prayers. This will be the fight of his life and there is nothing any of us wouldn't do to help him during this journey. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love you, Joge. </span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-67152685062227881242010-11-12T11:13:00.000-08:002010-11-12T11:13:45.330-08:00Well, the secret is out. The secret that wasn't a secret for very long. People may be critical of us for announcing a pregnancy so early on, but I look at it this way...if, God forbid, something DID happen, I would want that support from friends and family. So, we are happy with our decision to tell. And, to be honest, I couldn't keep it a secret much longer, my "mask of pregnancy" has already started coming in, and I can't go 15 minutes without dry heaving. Fun times. #3 will be here in June of 2011. We are trying to come up with some names...4 letters, of course! Unfortunately, I can't come up with any that I like. Once we find out the gender, (sometime around January) it'll be easier (hopefully) to come up with something. We are thrilled to be parents again, our children bring such joy into our lives. <br />
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The holidays are rapidly approaching. I hate it. Why does time fly by so quickly. I remember when the years would d r a g by, but as I've gotten older, especially after the kids were born, they fly by. Months fly by when I blink; that's not quite fair. But, such is life, I suppose. I still hate it...<br />
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We are taking our house off of the market. We've had no 'bites' and there is still work to be done. We actually just ripped up the carpet and put down pergo. It looks AWESOME. Next step is fixing the kitchen. So, we will be here for a bit longer. It sucks, but it is what it is. We've always been fortunate to have things just work out, so hopefully it will 'just' work out this time around. <br />
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For the 3rd year in a row, we've received notice that there are going to be layoffs with Greg's job. Merry freakin' Christmas. Whoever is in charge of the finances of the town needs to stop drinking. So there. I'm sick of spending every year unsure of whether or not Greg will have a place to work. <br />
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I try not to talk too much about the babies on this blog because I have a blog that is solely dedicated to them, but this is important. <b>EMMA IS GOING TO BE 2</b> in less than a month. HOW did that happen? Gosh, I remember finding out I was pregnant with her like it was yesterday. I remember being so afraid that I wouldn't love her like I loved my Jack. Hah! Little did I know. That little girl is my star. She is such a special kid. I could go on and on...and on about her, but I'll spare you.<br />
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I need to stop forgetting that I have this blog. I have fun writing in it. I hope you have fun reading it!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-23937708651663638982010-10-18T08:54:00.000-07:002010-10-18T08:54:46.408-07:00And, again...We had two showings of our townhouse this past weekend. We haven't heard anything back. At what point do we just take it off the market, fix it up a bit more, and put it back on the market? I shouldn't be this frustrated, but I can't help it. Keeping a house "show-worthy" clean with 2 little buggars running around is ALOT of work and it's getting old. I can't even imagine how hard it's going to be with the Holidays approaching. *shudder*<br />
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We went to the pumpkin patch this weekend. My husband of course had to get a 30 pound pumpkin. It's HUGE!! He makes me laugh. The kids had a great time. Emma seemed to not feel so well during the hayride (which was extremely bumpy), however. She looked green. Grrreat, I'm going to have a kid who has motion sickness. Guess she won't be going on roller coasters with me! I do want to take them apple picking soon, as well. I think they would enjoy that.<br />
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We are going to be selling some things soon. Greg is selling his laptop, and I'm thinking of some things I can get rid of. Money is tight, so any little bit helps.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-14670861185079191902010-10-04T07:41:00.000-07:002010-10-04T07:41:56.628-07:00October Kids<a href="http://goo.gl/photos/1d7s" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_51AmySVTBWw/TKko61uxzjI/AAAAAAAAKxE/fS0tYVT4BY4/s512/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-75260274928695203312010-09-20T08:51:00.000-07:002010-09-20T08:51:33.652-07:00House follow upSo, we were told yesterday that the people who came to see the house this past weekend won't pay a dime over 200k for this house or any other house in the complex. Dumb. So, we are lowering the price slightly to see if that garners interest, and if not, we are taking it off the market and sticking to the original 3 year plan. The house could use a bit more work to make it perfect, so maybe doing that will help sell the place.<br />
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I have mixed emotions about the whole thing. I wasn't too keen on putting the house on the market in the first place; just didn't feel right. But as time went on, I became more find of the idea, obsessively looking for houses.<br />
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The end of the 3 year plan is March 2012...not too far off. Could we hack it another year in the incredible shrinking townhouse? I really think we could. <b> <i>I really think we may have to...</i></b><br />
<i> </i>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-43203357263648979732010-09-18T17:48:00.000-07:002010-09-18T17:48:29.950-07:00Oh hai interwebs,,,So the house is up for sale. I don't know who knows it, and who doesn't, so I figured I'd mention it here. Do I want to move? Nope. I love our neighborhood. Love the people here. Love that it's a little community. However, do we 'have' to move? Yuppers. The kids are growing rapidly, and our townhouse seems to be shrinking just as rapidly. The kids seriously need their own rooms. They wake eachother up all of the time...way before the other is ready. <br />
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We are looking for a 4 bedroom home in a specific price range. Hah. It's comical, almost. We both love this area, but it's freakin' expensive!! We've looked in PA, but neither of us really, really want to leave the Jerz. We've looked about an hour South and there are nice, affordable, BIG houses there. We are saving that for last resort. There has to be something here, there just has to be. We are looking in neighboring cities, too. The house that we truly fell in love with has been sold, and even though I knew that us getting it was a long shot, it still makes me sad that it's no longer available. Oh well, c'est la vie.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-43673883790546289842010-07-15T18:43:00.000-07:002010-07-15T18:43:50.140-07:00It's been a while...It's been some time since I posted anything of substance here. I have various journals, documenting various goings on in my life, so trying to keep up with all of them is rough. <br />
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I think I want to move to the beach. It's always been a dream of mine. It's to the point now where I'm actually researching homes in the area I would like to relocate. I'm a Franklin girl, through and through, but it just ain't cutting it for me anymore. I get bored easily, and maybe it will take a huge change to shake things up a bit. We aren't seriously considering anything quite yet, as we are going to be here for another couple of years minimum, but it's nice to dream.<br />
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I want to find a photography class. I want to learn how to really utilize my camera. I don't just want to know how point and snap pics of the kids, I want to learn how to make pictures look awesome. I'm not an awful "picture taker" (I will never refer to myself as a photographer) but I would love to be so much better.<br />
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I also would like to take a writing class. I think I truly missed my calling in life, because boy, oh, boy do I LOVE to write. I've gotten many a compliment on my writing as well. The proof that I love writing goes back about 8 years when I started my first online journal. 8 years later, I still can't get enough of it. I know that sometimes I mince words, or something might not sound as eloquent as I would like and I want to work on that. , Writers have my utmost respect. I've been working on everything from screenplays to novels throughout the years and never do I finish. To be a published author or a famed screenwriter...oh yeah, the stuff that dreams are made of. At least for me. <br />
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I would like to get Jack in some sort of preschool program. He needs interaction with kids his age. He needs to learn how to share. And coexist with other kids. Contrary to what he may believe (and what Mommy may believe) he is NOT the only little boy in the world and he won't get far in life if he can't share. I won't go on about the kids here, though. That's what the baby blog is for... www.jackandemma.baveo.com (Yeah, ANOTHER blog)...<br />
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I need, need, NEED to lose weight. I need to really start exercising. That is what will work, so I just need to do it. Yesterday. Well, I have to wait for the knee and ankle to get better (small incident that involved my slipping on a slippery surface) then I can start. I was losing for a while, but I've probably gained it all back. I'm talented like that.<br />
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Greg and I are going to be married 5 years this year. I can't believe it. It's been an interesting 5 years (7 years) to say the least; filled with ups and downs. When all is said and done, I wouldn't change a thing. It's made us who we are today. To be still in love and happy is a gift, and it's not something that I take lightly. Here's to 5 more...and 5 more after that...and 5 more after that....<br />
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I guess that is it for now.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-46707444134127958042010-05-04T10:27:00.000-07:002010-05-04T10:27:48.745-07:00Johnson Park-revisitedA little less than a year ago, I visited Middlesex County's "Johnson Park." I was appalled and disgusted by my experience. I recalled the visit in a letter to the editor of the Home News Tribune. It garnered enough attention to receive a reply via a front page article of the News' "Community Living" section. In the article, it was implied that I was uneducated and that I had no clue what I was talking about. I've sat on that for a year. I, of course, wanted to reply, but who am I to take on Middlesex County? So against my hard-headed "Italian/German" nature, I let it go.<br />
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Today, I decided to revisit the park; a follow-up visit if you will. <br />
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It was clean. Maintained. There was signage hung where it hasn't been before. The areas where the animals are kept were beautifully landscaped, and you can really tell that they are making more of a concentrated effort to keep it neat and presentable. <br />
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Not to sound overly confident, or full of myself, but I think I won. My article did just what I wanted it to do, it got people talking, it got the park noticed, and where I could have done without the multiple insults to my intelligence, I'm glad my point and message got across.<br />
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Kudos to you Middlesex County for making an effort. I thank you, my children thank you, and most importantly the animals that you display thank you.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-12013816865264389262009-12-31T06:43:00.000-08:002009-12-31T06:43:39.435-08:002010, Here we go again...I don't like making resolutions. I think of them as ways to set yourself up for failure. I'm not making resolutions this year, but I will make it a point to work on some things. Maybe, just maybe, if these things don't have the "resolution" tag, they have a snowballs chance in hell to actually working out.<br />
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I WILL work on losing weight. I NEED to be able to play with my kids without wanting to keel over and die. I HAVE to stop eating when I'm not hungry, or sad, or happy, or bored. Not being able to walk up the stairs without having to stop halfway to catch my breath is UNACCEPTABLE. Being very close to my "37.5 weeks pregnant" weight is ridiculous. I NEED to make the effort to lose the weight. For my sake. For my kids sake. I don't mean to make that sound so dramatic, but the fact of the matter is, it IS that dramatic; it IS that serious. I know that I will never be happy with the weight I'm at, and I will never be happy with the way I look...that's another issue, for another year, but I can work on being okay with it all. "Okay" is good enough for me.<br />
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My passive aggressiveness needs to go. So does my debilitating shyness. I know, I know, those who know me may not notice the shyness, but it's there. It's crippling at times. I need to just work through it. It was never this bad, and I think alot of it has to do with my weight issue. So hopefully working on one will help with the other? Maybe.<br />
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I have to work on communicating better. In my marriage, with my family. I will not be taken seriously, if I don't know how to communicate what I'm thinking effectively. <br />
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I NEED to stop being so damn emo all of the time. Alot of it has to do with the weight, that's a point of fact. Crying at the drop of a hat is really not cool.<br />
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I NEED to go to a doctor. A body doctor and a mind doctor. It's time...FINALLY. I'm NOT getting any younger and I'm not getting any saner, so it's just time. I have to not be so scared of the help that I need. Thinking about it now, I'm not so sure what it is I'm afraid of, but alas, I'm terrified. That can be NO MORE.<br />
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I have to stop being such a damn slob. This is a relatively new turn of events for me. When I got married, I was disgusted at the slob my husband was (Sorry, Honey), and now, 4 years later, it's rubbed off on me. I can't stand itm but I can't stop it. Time to work on that.<br />
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That goes hand in hand with wanting to be a better "housewife". Cleaning more, getting the laundry under control, keeping on top of the grocery list. These are all things that I can definitely work on.<br />
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I need to work on being a better Mom and wife. Being a Mom is something I take very seriously, and as of late, I haven't been doing such a great job. My seemingly never ending patience has been tapped out. My compassion and understanding has gone out the window. i need to work on getting that back. Focus on the positive, and to let the negative affect me so much. They deserve it. I have to parent out of love a bit more than parent out of anger. Same thing with my marriage to make it a point to enjoy the positive and not harp on the negative things and let them bring me down.<br />
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I need to...take a vitamin every day. Drink more milk. Eat 4 french toast sticks instead of 6. Open the windows. Not stay in my pajamas all day every day. GO OUT and not be afraid of how to handle 2 kids on my own in the "outside world". Make new friends. Reconnect with old ones. Stop being mean. Stop being angry. Live each and every day to it's full potential. Go on a vacation. Stay off the damn computer.<br />
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Sounds like it's going to be a full year, eh? <br />
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I wish each and every single one of you a Happy, Healthy New Year full of positivity and love. Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-43586366215205917332009-11-09T14:04:00.000-08:002009-11-09T15:33:53.611-08:00Mommy LessonsYou know that commerical for "Kix" cereal, that states that Kix are "kid tested and mother approved"? My bet is that particular mother didn't have to vacuum Kix off of her dining room carpet 13 times a day. Cheerios , FTW.<br />
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It's amazing that I've only been a Mom for a mere fraction of my life, and it is the thing that matter the most to me. In 2 and a half years I've learned so much. Here are some lessons that I've learned:<br />
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-It doesn't matter how many toys you buy them, they will always play with the box it came in, instead.<br />
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-Mommy's kisses can really fix anything. And I have to remember that when Jack asks me to kiss his butt, because he hurt it. It won't be cute when he is 14 and telling me to kiss his butt for other reasons.<br />
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-There are taboo topics in Motherhood that will always cause a debate. No matter what is said, or what is talked about, no one knows what is best for your children but YOU. formula vs. nursing/vaccinate vs. not vaccinating/disposable vs. cloth/pro or anti "cry it out"...It's all a matter of personal choice. Do the research and make your own decisions , don't just do what other people say you should do.<br />
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-Children never perform on command. So, when you tell someone, "yeah, she does this now, check it out", be prepared to feel like an idiot when your child stares at you blankly, drooling.<br />
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-There is nothing like looking through the world through your children's eyes. The innocence of it all. It's a breath of fresh air. A joy.<br />
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-No matter how hard it may be at times, ENJOY everyday with your children. Times goes by so fast. How did Jack become 2 and a half? How is Emma going to be 1 in three weeks? I try not to blink at times; I'm scared I'm going to miss something.<br />
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-Letting your child cry while you take a moment for yourself is probably the smartest thing a mother (or father) could do for themselves. There is nothing, NOTHING wrong with making sure all of your child's needs are met, and just locking yourself in the bathroom for 5 minutes to collect yourself...<br />
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-Don't be afraid to ask for, or accept help. Let go of the control and accept that you can't do it all all of the time.<br />
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-Fight for what you want for your children. If you can't fight for them, what can you fight for? Better yet, what SHOULD you fight for? Stand up for them, believe in them, cherish them.<br />
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-It's okay to be angry with your little bundle of joy/little hellion, depending on the situation. They know from a very early age what buttons to push. They also know the exact time to give an unprovoked hug or kiss. Survival instincts start young.<br />
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-There's always tomorrow. I chant that to myself at 9:30 in the morning on a particularly crappy day.<br />
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-There is nothing, NOTHING like newborn, infant,toddler cuddles. They make you feel like maybe, just maybe you're doing something right in forming your miniature human.<br />
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I was never sure that I wanted kids. I especially did not want 2 kids in 2 years, and I'm okay with saying that. I'm also okay with saying that my children have taken my world in their little hands and have changed it so remarkably; I can't imagine living life any different than how I'm living it right now at this very moment.<br />
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Thanks, Boo and Rosie, you rock my world each and every day.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-12709200921527012412009-10-19T07:19:00.000-07:002009-10-19T07:19:34.023-07:00Long time...I've been very quiet as of late. Lots to say, just not sure how or when to say it. <br />
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There has been alot going on here. Greg has had some pretty severe back pain, and we are being forced to consider lots of different scenarios, which include me going back to work, and him staying home full time with the babes. I'm not crazy about the idea, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. I definitely am not of the thinking that "the man has to provide for the family at all costs, while the wife sits at home and does wifely duties", so if me going to work is the answer, so be it.<br />
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The one thing that is a definite is that he will have to find a different line of work, something not so physically demanding. There's not alot out there to chose from for a guy who doesn't like to work indoors. This is really been weighing heavily on our minds; it's just so much to think about. He doesn't have a specific diagnosis, other than "it's going to hurt really bad for a long time", so it's hard to plan our future on that. In the meantime, he's quit his part time job in efforts to let his back heal a bit while still working his full time job, so he's home on the weekends for the first time in 2 years or so. It's taking some getting used to. <br />
Halloween is coming up quickly. I never like it, even as a kid. However, on Halloween 2006, I found out I was pregnant with Jack, so I've been a fan ever since. The kids are going to be Peter Pan and Tinkerbell this year. Next year, I'm going to figure out how to make their costumes, because costumes are just too expensive. We will have a busy day that day. Up North to the inlaws for pictures, and back down here for Trick Or Treating. Jack hates candy, and Emma is too young, so that leaves whatever candy they get for Greg and I. Since I have the willpower of an ant, it's going to be hard to stay away.<br />
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I've been thinking about my weight alot lately. I'm too lazy, and too tired, and too stressed out to stop eating. That's the truth. My weight is out of control. I'm 10 pounds away from my highest weight ever..."9 months pregnant with Emma" weight is not a weight I want to be close to now that she is 10 months old. I just don't know what to do about it. WW is an option, I just have to drag my lazy ass to a meeting.<br />
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I started this last night and never got around to finishing it. I will end it now, as both babies are up (and still sick, it's been a week), maybe I'll write some more later.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-64292056478315922422009-09-13T04:58:00.001-07:002009-09-13T04:58:12.779-07:00DreamsDreams. If they are the portal to one's soul, than my soul is f'ed up!!<br />
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I really wanted to go bungee-jumping, very badly. Once I said that, people got on the ball, and arranged for it to happen. The bungee people decided to come to my parents house (the old house) and dig a hole in the ground into the basement. In the hole that they created, they put a tank of water. High about the hole, they hung a the contraption that I would jump off of. Me wanting to bungee jump turned into a bunch of people wanting to bungee jump, friends and family gathered for their turn. My brother in law was first. He very obviously did not want to do it...but he did...screaming the whole way. After his turn, I went behind this huge partition that the bungee peeps built and sat down against it, instantly knocking it down and ruining the whole setup. I cried. As did a friend of my brother's. That was that.<br />
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Until it was time for dream number 2. I was at someone's house for school. We had to answer questions on the book "My Sister's Keeper" and I, in typical Lisa fashion, didn't want to take the test, so I BS'd the answers. My broter in law graded my paper )the same brother in law who bungee jumoed in the last dream) and wrote comments on my test about how e was disappointed in me. As the teacher came around to collect the tests, he saw that I left a few answers blank, so he gave me a slip allowing me to go into the library in the house to get the book so I could finish it. As I went in, I ran into Maryann the "Maenad" (From the show True Blood)and she was giving me the third degree about being in the library, even tough I had permission to be there. I woke up as I was leaving the library, book in hand, and Maryann was spouting off at the mouth about her God and other such True Blood related things.<br />
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Okay, so I was talking about True Blood and My Sister's Keeper yesterday, so that part makes sense, and I was texting with my broter in law yesterday, so that makes sense as well. <br />
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Anyone care to try and translate? The bungee jumping dream is really sticking with me for some reason...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-88985541489714921842009-09-03T13:28:00.000-07:002009-09-03T13:28:22.798-07:00ChangeYou can blame my lack of blogging on Edward Cullen. I wish I knew how to quit you, Edward.<br />
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I've had the AC off and the wondows open for just about the whole week. I love it. The cool, crisp mornings, and the warm afternoons are truly what I crave. This is the weather I can deal with all year round.<br />
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Fall is rapidly approaching. Fall, like Spring, are my favorite seasons. I seem to like the transitory seasons. Seasons that signify change. Summer and Winter bore me. They are long, and mundane, and the same, day in and day out. I like the brief coolness, and crispness that Fall brings. The fresh, clean air. The beautiful colors that the leaves turn. I smile just thinking about it. It amazes me that someone who is so stuck in the day to day scheduling of everything craves change as much as I do. Actually, re-reading what I just wrote, it guess kind of makes sense.<br />
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I've been thinking about change. Physical changes. I'm determined to lose some freaking weight. I'm wanting 2 wrist tattoos pretty badly. I'm going to get my hair cut and colored soon. I'm even tossing around the idea of a random, not so conventional piercing. I'm too young for a mid-life crisis, so the only reasoning I have is "change". With the fall comes change, and I'm so ready for it.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4611495297965681569.post-12908826736753304682009-08-29T11:48:00.000-07:002009-08-29T12:21:22.967-07:00When the going gets tough.....the tough drink rum and coke.<br />
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I cannot remember the last time I had fun. Like "honest to goodness, not a care in the world, I love the people I'm with" fun.. I was reminded last night just how much fun <b>fun </b>can be.<br />
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I get so caught up in the ups and downs, ins and outs of every day life that I forget how to be just Lisa. I'm all about "Mommy, Wife, Daughter, Sister, I am woman hear me roar", that I forget to just take a step back, and kick up my heels...just live.<br />
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It's funny, because in recent times, I've been questioning friendships in my life, as alot of really important people in my life have unceremoniously 'dumped' me, for whatever reason. When I think about last night, and about the people who I have fun with the most, it's the people that have been there all along. My family. I don't know why I thought friends and family couldn't be one in the same.<br />
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I've watched my cousin blossom into this amazing woman who I admire and adore. Our relationship has come a long way. Never did I think we'd have so much fun together. Never. I'm glad we are where we are today.<br />
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I've developed such a love and admiration for my brother's girlfriend of 6 years. I won't lie, I'm not sure how she puts up with him at times, but I'm glad she does. I truly can call her my friend, and for that, I'm so grateful.<br />
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Not many people can say that they have an Aunt who can hang with the best. I can. She's awesome. And I love her so.<br />
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My husband is a good sport. He's content to sit and watch other people have fun. He's a good egg, and evidently a target for practicing flirters everywhere. He truly is my rock...my best friend.<br />
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My boys, and their boys, and their boys' girls) always make me smile when we are out together. <br />
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It's nights like last night where I'm reminded to just take a step back and let go. Just breathe. Just have fun.<br />
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It was Laur's birthday, but I felt like I was the one who grew up a bit.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(and i'm never singing with Lauren Domino ever again. She makes me sing silly songs and laugh the whole way through.)</span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15351949513120032891noreply@blogger.com0