special baby

helloooooooooooooooooooo!! mike and i had a sonogram appointment this morning...










































































it was moving around like crazy... gonna be a dancer, just like daddy.

pea in the pod

i know i'm the last to post this, but...


















crazy, huh?!

i'll definitely post some emerging belly pics. i'll leave all the good narratives to daddy.

tee hee. daddy.

brilliant

if you haven't heard the jingle for this company yet, you really must. it's good for a giggle.

excuse me.

Wedding announcement in the only publications that really matter:

After traveling to Ireland to buy presents for all their friends, Steve and his bride, Aly, will make their home somewhere on planet earth, so long as it allows little yappy dogs. Steve will make his millions as a manager in some high falootin’ bank or something and Aly is to become the first person ever to pass the bar in all 50 states and whatever the equivalent is in Canadia. They are to be married next week amongst loving friends and family and then will drink like it is their job and dance like they’re good at it. The second most important decision they made (after his FINALLY proposing to begin with) was to include Michael Garvey as a groomsman because, let’s face it, he looks damn good in a tux. The bridegroom is a graduate of college (both “clown” and “barber”) and the bride has obtained a degree from the school of hard knocks.

i can feel the love

alright, you've convinced me. since aparently, there are actually seven of you who read this, that is reason enough to post.

The Top Ten Things I Did Today:

10. woke up
9. shared a nice bowl of cereal with my friend Ellen Degeneres
8. did a crazy amount of laundry (spurred by the fact that i had nothing to wear to work)
7. folded said laundry
6. made chili, so mike would have a nice dinner tonight
5. packed my dinner for work
4. voted
3. went to work
2. found out i was off
1. came home and blogged it.

thank you.

it's been katie's birthday for a month

i don't update my blog. shocking, i know. so, instead of having all three of you click on the marshmallow world link every day, only to see that i haven't updated, i think i'll convince mikey to give me a shout-out on the toybox when i do. ta!

the other sister

happy birthday, hot stuff.

bringin' home the bacon

well, kids, it happened. i picked a career, started a job, and today, i got my very first paycheck.

woo hoo!

accordingly, mike and i are going to ikea tomorrow. want anything?

eat your heart out anne geddes

baby julia was more than happy to indulge aunt lisa...

blog envy

my sister asked me to update my blog, so i've been sitting here starting blog after blog, one lamer than the next. and then i thought, hmmm... maybe i should make a list of things i would write about if i could write as well as my in-house hemmingway. kinda like, if i could paint, i'd want to paint like jack vettriano... or if i could have my own cooking show, i'd want to be rachael ray.

ok, so if i was blessed with the gift of writing i would write about...

the three boys living above me.
how much i love the elmwood neighborhood i'm living in.
a psychiatric patient who has his shoelaces taken away.
how i met my husband.
my two years in dominica.
the squirrel who lives in the tree outside my house... and how he scares me.
my parents... both sets.
the places my car has been.
my new-found love for decorating a home.
my true affection for musical theatre... and my envy of people that are so good at it.
marshmallows.
the brilliance of kettle corn.
my sister who saved a bald eagle last night.
the past two months and two moves.
my niece who makes me melt.
italy.
how i wish i was an amazing photographer.
why i quit piano lessons... and how i wish i hadn't.
the day my grandfather told me mashed potatos were really called "fortuna."
the squirrel who is looking at me through the window. seriously.

fair weather blogger

i haven't been blogging lately. obviously. i just don't feel like i have anything riviting enough to share... i'll try just sharing the events of my day.

i bought some roman shades today. woo hoo! pier one sale + naked windows in new apartment = pure joy.

the end.

ps - i start my new job tomorrow!! new blogging material will follow...

beam me up

happy birthday, scott!

i couldn't make this up if i tried

a little background:

mike and i have a new apartment, and have begun the painting process. i picked out a shade of white, basically, that is really not what i expected. so, i called sears to see if they can add anything to it to make another color. i talked to a guy named jason who said he would be there for the rest of the night. awesome.

i walked into sears this afternoon, and located the lone salesman in the paint department.

me: hi! are you jason?!

he turned around, and in front of me was napoleon dynamite. seriously. give or take about 20 pounds. a curly bush on top of his head, giant glasses, and an overbite that made me shudder. and the. same. voice.

jason dynamite: (as he looked down at his name tag) i guess.

me: great! i talked to you about possibly changing the shade of paint i bought.

jd: oh yeah. why don't you just give it to your boyfriend.

me: well, 'cause he doesn't need two gallons of white paint.

jd: oh. well, it depends on the shade of paint you want, and whether or not color needs to be added or subtracted. if it has to be added, yes. if it has to be subtracted, no. because you can't subtract color.

me: gotcha. well, i need a gallon of this color, "home spun." can you make one of the gallons into that?

jd: i'm pretty sure i can.

me: it needs to be an exact match, jason, because it's a second coat.

jd: it will be pretty close.

me: ok, jason. i don't think i can bank on that. is it possible to return paint? if it won't get you in trouble i would love to do that and just start over.

jd: oh i won't get in trouble. i'm the section leader here. i'm not the manager or anything, so i can't make those kinds of decisions, but my manager does look to me to lead.

me: awesome. well, i would really like that.

jd: you know, you're really energetic. did you have your coffee today?

me: i'm more of a diet coke girl, myself ('cause i like the taste, not 'cause i need it.)

jd: that's ok. one of my friends drinks two 2 Liters of jolt every day.

me: wow

jd: yeah. well, that's also my friend that drinks hot sauce right out of the bottle.

me: crazy. so how 'bout that return?

jd: (looking a the receipt i produced) whoa, you bought a lot of stuff. new house?

me: yep.

jd: lucky.

me: (don't laugh, lisa, don't. laugh.)

jd: so are there wedding bells in your future?

me: actually, i just got married.

jd: oh.

at this point, jason started mixing one color up for me, while i left the spot to go to the next aisle to look at color swatches. all of a sudden, i hear...

jd: i was engaged... once.

me: (this is too good. must. keep talking.) oh really?! didn't work out?

jd: naw. she thought the world of me. but her grandma didn't like me very much.

me: ah. well, better to find these things out early.

i proceeded to pick out another color, and check out.

me: well, jason, you have neem a huge help! thank you so much, and have a great night!

jd: yeah, i'm gonna have some fun tonight. (beat. beat.) takin' care of grandma.

face lift

i went to the elmwood arts festival this weekend, which i love, and saw this:

faces of buffalo

i think it's a really neat idea, so draw yourselves!

lmg

i went to the dmv today! 20 minutes and $5.00 later, i was officially a Garvey.

then i signed my new license "Lisa Battaglia."

awesome.

second honeymoon

reason #2: (to come to albany)

we won't be here.

yep. mike and i have enjoyed our albany excursion, but UB Law beckoned, and it only took us a few beers to realize another move was in our future. our near future.

founding fathers, anyone? albany is seriously lacking in the free-popcorn department.







i spotted this snappy dresser in rome. all posts are better with pictures :)

project albany

so everyone knows we've moved east. much to our delight, it's proved to be a pretty snazzy city. so, for the next handful of posts (which will probably take me a month to compose) i give you "project albany: reasons you should visit us."

reason #1:
larkfest. we live in this sassy little neighborhood, centered around lark street. on september 17th, we will be 5 houses away from larkfest, an all-day festival, complete with food, shopping, and the dandy warhols.

so come, already.

you border on the adriatic

how many days in a row have you checked this measly little site to see if my mug was still the most recent addition?

that many, huh?

i'm sorry. two weeks turned into 4... allow me to sum up:

july 9th, wedding. awesome.

july 11 - 26, italy. also awesome.

july 27 - 30, pack all earthly posessions. slightly less enjoyable.

july 31st, move to new home with new husband. priceless.

ha! that was such a poor use of that joke. i'm sorry, i really am. all kidding aside, though, our new place in albany (fondly known as albania) is fantastic. we're expecting a couch delivery tomorrow, so the garvey residence is officially open for visitors. come! see the capital! have a burrito!

a marshmallow wedding

best. day. ever.

see you in two weeks!

ju ju bee

ok, so i haven't posted for a while. surprise surprise. i could say "i'm so busy, working, wedding, blah blah blah blah blah."

instead, i'll just introduce you to my first neice, Julia Eagan.

my eyes are still puffy.

i knew this was coming...

well guys and dolls, the day has come. i knew eventually, i would be memed with a topic i was horribly ignorant about, and that day has come.

books.

sure, i read, but while jess is reading The Pelopponesian War, i'm reading The Peasant Blouse, is it Making a Comeback?

so...yeah. this one scares me, but i'll give it a shot.

Number of books I've owned:
hmmm...not too many. most of the good books i've read have been because someone said to me "here, read this book." i do own some of my favorite children's books, though.

Last book I bought:
a guest book for the wedding (which, by the way, is in 13 days. oh. my. God.).

Last book I read:
honestly, i can't even remember the last time i read for leisure. i know, i KNOW, that's horrible. lately, though, i've been spending some real quality time with my NCLEX review book so i can pass my RN licensing exam. helloooooooooo, nurse!

Five books that mean a lot to me:
ok, this i can do. The Monster at the End of this Book, by Grover. yes. sesame street grover. i'm not kidding - it's a great book.

Muppet Manners. this book is brilliant. and histerical. "if you absolutely must tap-dance at the table, at least do it behind your napkin." words to live by...

I Know This Much is True. *gasp* a real book?! yes. i actually did read this book, and i thought it was wonderful.

Emily Post's Etiquette. this one was on loan from my future mom-in-law, and i used it faithfully. who knows how to stuff a wedding invitation? emily does. who knows how to address an envelope when the wife is a doctor and the husband is a cross-dresser?! just ask emily.

ok, i can only think of 4. and since every blogger i know has been memed, i tag leah!

tally ho

what do you call a pastry chef whose restaurant was recently purchased by this guy?


a pastie chef.

alright already

i've grown tired of the blog. can you tell? after a week of no posts, people will think i've abandoned ship, and even worse, mike will take me off his list of links. so, here's a little story...

somewhere around february, i set up two people i know on a date. i don't usually do this, in fact, i've never done this. this particular duo, however, seemed they might click. my intentions, although seemingly honerable, were laced with a bit of... how you say... "maybe-if-you-hit-it-off-you'll-stop-calling-me."

well hot damn, it worked. yesterday, after nearly four months of no contact, i got a call. the first words out of his mouth were "i have to thank you; even though it didn't work out, it was one of the best relationships of my life."

wow. i. am. shocked. yes, i wanted them to go on a date, and yes, i am certainly happy that it resulted in something wonderful for both of them, but c'mon. it was a totally selfish act... that just happened not to bite me in the ass.

so i've bee thinking... if i did that well without trying, am i capable of greater things? i looked up the definition of "matchmaker," and found "self-employed 'busybody'."

have you met me? i'm putting it on a business card.

thunderstorms, cool or scary

last night, scary. i'm all for a good natured thunder storm now and then, but YOWZA last night was a doozy. it was the "someone's-in-my-bedroom-throwing-grenades-at-me" kind of thunder.

so i did what any self-respecting 27 year old would do; plugged my ears, closed my eyes really tight and sang a little happy song in my head.

30 days... but who's counting

esther is right - although queer-eye is one of the most important fixtures of my weekly schedule, there are plenty of life events that deserve some press. namely, a day blocked off on my calendar, exactly one month from today, when i will become mrs. royal toybox.

at this point, all the major players are set. i have a list of things to check off before the big day, but nothing too overwhelming. i had a trilogy of fabulous showers in as many weeks, and the generosity of people astounds me. we've received so many thoughtful and generous gifts over the past few weeks... by the way, if you haven't had the pleasure of registering for things, i highly recommend it. getting a new apartment? register. having a baby? definitely register. your towels are kinda faded, but your birthday is coming up? register! seriously... it's not just for weddings anymore.

so anyway, i think i've got all my bases covered, and i'm not really feeling stressed, but if dreams are any indication, my subconscious is having a nervous breakdown. over the past week, i've been dreaming a lot- i can't remember all of them, but two were too vivid. in the first, we were at the reception, and after dinner all my bridesmaids left. every singly one of them. they told me they were "going home to change," but they never came back. as the night wore on, my father and i had our dance, and the band started playing a waltz. my father acted as if this was the plan all along, and launched into some elaborate choreography, in which i fell no fewer than three times because i didn't know the steps. then, to top the night off, i forgot to buy the favors, but i had remembered the containers - in other words, all the containers that were meant to hold the favors were set out on the table, but they were completely empty. on to dream two, where our mode of transportation to the reception was a large boat, but our ride was halted by giant snakes in the water of the boa constrictor variety. because of the snakes, we had to stay on the boat in the middle of the lake or whatever, and we never made it to the party.

*sigh*

in the grand scheme of things, none of the fluff matters... at the end of the day, i will still be mrs. happiest woman in the marshmallow world, and the royal toybox and i will live happily ever after.

fab five fan

the season premier of queer eye is on tonight. look alive, people.

stop on green

now i could be totally wrong, but do pedestrians have the right of way on a green arrow? i don't think they do. as a driver, i love the green arrow... much to my chagrin, however, it seems all old ladies with walkers also love the green arrow, and take it upon themselves to cross as soon as they sees that flash of green. then i get very mad at said old ladies, but don't honk because i'm afraid i will only slow the process further. and possibly cause a heart attack. *humph*

please advise.

vanity

hey everyone. remember when i wrote on my blog? that was awesome.

i started tanning this week. i know, i know... i really couldn't do anything that's worse for my transparent complexion, but it is because of my transparent complexion that i must tan! only for a little while. 4 weeks to be exact. i just want enough color so that my skin doesn't match my dress.

so i went to the tanning place, having last been there about 5 years prior (probably in anticipation of a senior-something-or-other) and i didn't really remember the routine. not wanting to be the "newbie," however, i played along like i was a pro (i may have given it away, though, when i requested only 5 minutes, which is only 1 minute higher than an albino infant would request...). i went in, gave the girl my name, and she told me i was "all set in room 5." on my way to room 5, though, i saw the ladies room, and decided i would sneak in a quick stop. i left the bathroom, and went right into room 5. as i was disrobing, i noticed a timer on the wall that was counting down, and it was at 3 minutes. "3 minutes?! what does that mean?! i asked for 5, and now it's at 3, and does that mean i just wasted 2 minutes peeing?! get undressed... HURRY!!" i furiously took off what needed to be taken off, jumped into the bed, and reached behind me and hit start. "AHHHH!! i forgot my eye thingie-doeys!!" i hopped out, grabbed the thingies, and got back into the bed. luckily, the timer reset to 5, and all was right with the world. afterward, i got dressed, walked out, and hoped that no one heard my thrashing-about.

i'll be better tomorrow.

lucky charms

on this fine memorial day, i share with you a very memorable moment from the past year; duane! yes. duane is a little person. and yes. he is dancing on the bar.

God bless America.

voice lust

so for the past few days, i've had this raspy, cold-induced voice. at first, it was kinda fun. people i know knew i must be sick, but it was ok because the voice was a cool, could-be-a-radio-show-host or 1-900-number-employee kind of voice. and people i didn't know really didn't question whether or not it was my real voice.

today, the voice has changed to squawky (is that a word?) old- man-who-smokes-12-packs-a-day kind of voice, with a little touch of pre-pubescent-boy-with-frequent-voice-cracks-that sound-like-yelps.

oh so attractive.

three things

three names you go by:
1. lisa
2. lise
3. lisa-loo
three screen names you have had:
1. peano
2. tropicaldoc78
3. battagliastic
three physical things you like about yourself:
1. my current “kathleen turner/cold induced” voice
2. my hair
3. my toes. really, i think i have nice toes.
three physical things you don’t like about yourself:
1. my hair, after a bad cut
2. my fingernails
3. my thyroid gland
three parts of your heritage:
1. italian
2. irish
3. german
three things that scare you:
1. illness
2. being unemployed
3. losing people close to me
three of your everyday essentials:
1. mike
2. cereal
3. pajamas
three things you’re wearing now:
1. jeans
2. flip-flops
3. way too much make-up
three of your favorite bands or musical artist:
1. joss stone
2. audra mcdonald
3. kelly clarkson. yeah, i said it.
three of your favorite songs:
1. good mother by jan arden
2. case of you by joni mitchell
3. don’t you worry ‘bout a thing by stevie wonder
two truths and a lie:
1. i’m getting married
2. i’m going to italy
3. my middle name is sugar face
three physical things about the preferred sex that appeal to you:
1. height
2. smile
3. shoes
three of your favorite hobbies:
1. cooking
2. beading
3. watching tv. while cooking and beading.
three things you want to do really badly right now:
1. wash my face
2. watch tv
3. eat a marshmallow
three careers you’re considering:
1. nurse
2. mother
3. party-planner
three places you want to go on vacation:
1. italy
2. australia
3. alaska
three kids names you like:
1. grace (although gracie garvey is a bit much…)
2. lila
3. joshua
three things you want to do before you die:
1. be in a play
2. have a garden
3. be a mom
three ways that you are stereotypically a girl/boy:
1. i easily have 4 outfits on my bed before i decide what to wear
2. i don’t know how to change a flat tire
3. i’m a little obsessed with flip flops
three celebrity crushes
1. hugh grant
2. will smith
3. mandy patinkin
three people who are now memed:
esther! (you’re not busy, right?)
emmett pumpkin!
racheal!

bloggers block

i've been memed! thank goodness... i was considering writing about what i had for dinner last night, because i can't think of a darn thing. stay tuned for my "three things."

enigma wrapped in a mystery

i hate it when i burn microwave popcorn. yet, i like burned popcorn.


riviting post, huh?

pomp and streisand

graduations came in threes this weekend... mikey graduated on saturday night with his mba (woo hoo!), i graduated sunday with my nursing degree, and my cousin rachael had her high school graduation on monday night. all were very lovely and ceremonial... pomp and circumstance abounded, along with other various meditations, such as pachelbel's canon and a handful of mozart's sonatas... that is, of course, until my name was called. it was as if the powers that be somehow knew of my unnatural affection for the broadway musical... so much so, that it called to the gay man in all of us... as the dulcet notes of "people" ran through the auditorium.

classic.

aidan nolte

on the left is one of my favorite little friends, aidan. on the right, his biological father.*

*aidan's actual biological father is scott, and he's a pretty damn good one, at that.

not title-worthy

would someone update this blog, already?! *sheesh*

i had plans of writing, what i thought, would be a really funny post about trying to explain the meaning of "circumcision" to a non-english speaking mom. it's a true story, and in my mind, it's hilarious! but when i tried to convert it to text, i realized there were far too many hand gestures that really do make the story. sorry.

today was mike's graduation from the mba program. woo hoo!! we tried out this great place called allen street hardware for dinner and drinks after the ceremony... good times.

happy belated birthday, cecilia!! cecilia invited us to her 24th birthday party at chuck e. cheese. do you know they serve beer there? somehow, the beer made the screeming 7 year olds trying to steal my ski-ball tickets slightly more tolerable.

that was a sufficiently random post, no? i feel like a real blogger.

nubbin

i picked up this book while babysitting today. allow me to read you the first two lines:

ahem.

"i'm your nubby puppy friend. rub my nubs from end to end."

do i really need to follow that with a joke?

chicken or beef

t-minus 60 days to the big day.

fair weather blogger

i've been working* nights for the past few weeks, and i just got off a 4 night stretch. it's such a BEAUTIFUL day today, though, that sleeping seems like a crime. so... yep. i'm tired.

just on a quick sappy note, i cried during a delivery last night. i tried my darndest to hide it... i don't know if it would weird the parents out to see a stranger crying at the birth of their child. i can't help it, though. especially if the parents get weepy... man, i picture some pretty bad things to keep my eyes from welling up. what i don't understand, though, is why everyone isn't crying! i mean, sure, it is a little bloody and gooey, but c'mon... these people just made a person.

*sigh*

go outside and play, already, will ya'.

*by "working" i actually mean "going to the hospital and doing stuff, but still paying tuition."

poor kid

hi. i'm back. the blog and i went through some difficult times. we're seeing a therapist, and we're working through our demons. anyway, just thought i'd share a little funny from the nursery last night. i went in on a delivery, and it went very smoothly. the parents were lovely... taking lots of pictures, weepy, coochie-cooing, etc. i was weighing the little peanut, and dad came over to the scale. he's snapping pictures, and i nonchalantly asked "does he have a name?" "oh yes! it's a little difficult, but it's 'Ah-bee-jay.' "

At home, he'll join his siblings, Moe Lester, Anita Mann, and Ben Dover.

bloggy blues

dear bloggy,

i've been having these feelings lately... strange feelings. my baby blog is merely a month old, and i'm already feeling bored with it. i don't know bloggy, it's just not the instant gratification i was hoping for. everyone else likes their blogs!! they write to them, share with them, laugh with them, take them for long walks on the beach... and then there's me. for my blog, i feel... blah. does that make me a bad blogger?! i sit with it, and i try to talk to it, but i just feel like we have nothing to talk about. so bloggy, if you have any suggestions for things my blog and i can share with each other, please let me know.

sincerely,

bummed blogger

meme, myself and i

since my baby blog is young and only has an audience of three, i'm meming myself! so the stupisest thing, i ask? easy peasy, and at the request of the original sarah, i’m sharing.

it was the summer of 1999, and a boy by the name of michael garvey was having a giant bash, aptly named “the garvey party.” anyone who was anyone would be there (that, coupled with my not so subtle crush on the garv, meant i was sure to go). i had just gotten back from my european adventure with annie and shauna, so we were a little jet-lagged, to say the least. what's the best way to treat said jet-lag, you ask? hot dogs and beer, of course!

by 8:00 pm i was stumbling. feeling a little woozy, i decided to find comfort in a lonely picnic bench. i vaguely remember hearing the most lovely southern voice, saying “is she alright?” and annie saying “oh yeah, mrs. garvey, she’s fiiiiiiiiiiine…” i don’t know what tipped her off… either my rosey green complexion or the dry heaves… but next thing i knew, she was right in front of me. holding a paper bag.

and then i popped.

and in 69 days, i’ll call her mom.

...in a rich man's world

i called sallie mae today to consolidate my loans (of which i have more than a few). after pulling up my balance information, valerie said "ok miss battaglia, after looking at your balance, i see that you qualify for our premier concierge service."

i guess it pays to owe :)

popular

my taste in music has never been exactly “trendy.” sure, sure, i wore my NKOTB pin proudly like the rest of the girls in my class, but little did they know that it was nothin’ but starship for me once i got home. still, i was caught off guard when my sis and i started singing along with a rick astley song at dinner the other night. wow. we’re worse off than i thought.


1990, miss hartman’s 6th grade class at holy spirit school:

“hey lisa, did you see the new bell biv devoe video?!”
“oh… yeah… sure i did! hey! basia just came out with a new cd!”


1987, my parents' night to drive to girl-scouts:

“lisa, don’t you listen to kiss 98.5?”
“well, not really… but my dad could put in this cool tape we have! hey dad! can you put in the tape with the peanut butter song?! you’re really gonna like this…”

wow.

musical theatre never looked so good.

nurse speak

*WARNING* the following post contains graphic material.

over the past year or so, i've come to learn a lot about nurses.

for starters, they love to eat... reason #512 why this is the perfect profession for me.

secondly, they're allowed to wear pajamas to work. again, why i didn't realize this sooner, i'll never know.

thirdly, they have their own language. accountants talk numbers. mechanics talk carborators. nurses talk bowel movements. i'm serious. i have never heard a group of people speak more freely about elimination than nurses. the following is an excerpt from an actual conversation i sat in on a few days back:

nurse 1: "hey, how ya' feelin'?
nurse 2: "oh, better, thanks. i've been passing a lot of gas... i think it's helping."
nurse 1: "that's good. as long as it's moving, you should be alright."
nurse 2: "yeah. hey, are you still taking iron supplements?"
nurse 1: "on and off... they're REALLY constipating... sometimes i won't take them for a week because of how bad they bind me up."
nurse 2: "yeah, i've heard they can do that."
nurse 1: "well, it's true. alright, have a good shift!"
nurse 2: "you, too!"

and that was it. i'm off to bake some cookies... hopefully that will give us enough to talk about tonight.

i do like their meatballs...

Your Inner European is Swedish!

Relaxed and peaceful. You like to kick back and enjoy life.

Who's" Your Inner European?

time flies

by my count, my baby blog is 9 days old. i've posted twice. that's not very encouraging, is it? i do have some semblence of an excuse, because i've been working nights at the aforementioned nursery, so my days are spent with my eyes closed.

i'm off to see the BPO and audra mcdonald. you'll never guess... she's a broadway singer.

i think i'm gonna like it here *

my last stint as student nurse battaglia is in the newborn nursery at sister’s hospital. if you don’t know me, or know about my feelings towards babies, allow me to sum up: it’s a good thing they have anti-abduction alarms, otherwise, i may be the proud mother of dectuplets.

ok, so i would never do that - i just love them. even the old-man faced babies… i love them all. last night i saw two deliveries. i was there when two perfect little babies came into this world, and i was one of the first people to ever lay hands on them. amazing.


* i apologize, in advance, for the overuse of musical references. i can’t help it. babies and musicals – that’s me in a nutshell.

no one likes a know-it-all

wondering what alex's latest GT4 car looks like? i can tell 'ya. did you know sarah met lewis black?! i did. wanna know how many people have commented on mikey's post today? i'm your girl. need a description of jess's latest masterpiece? gimme a call.

"but lisa, how could you possibly know all of that?"

i'm a stalker. a blog stalker. i sit in my jammies, sipping cocoa by the glow of the laptop and read the blogs of everyone i know....often twice. this really didn't seem odd to me, until i realized i began talking to people with said blogs, and i would only refer to previously read material. weird? i think so. so i'm joining the community. i'm starting a blog.

i can't promise shakespeare, but i can promise better than this.