tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93680592024-03-07T03:14:54.534-05:00it's a marshmallow worldlisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-20544026954405268082009-03-27T21:40:00.002-05:002009-03-27T21:45:38.272-05:00completers unite!!<div>after my eyes cleared up from reading the words over at the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.royaltoybox.blogspot.com">RT</a>, i decided to make a little button for all you completers. you did it! and thanks, mike. maybe next year we'll have a bufblopofo reunion at the new digs. </div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuCOUujXHq2PVT7LCqbaL7dpedo1_YpGAE_-Jn1dx3g4UhrPhaqgJot1lIZdCsYlEJvU1wIBGdGO6zAGWu6GnkZJ8cj0d14JInPADvMDXcLwMs38U-tdIMdeq0_Pd7atQovBBZ/s1600-h/completer.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318064246537357762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuCOUujXHq2PVT7LCqbaL7dpedo1_YpGAE_-Jn1dx3g4UhrPhaqgJot1lIZdCsYlEJvU1wIBGdGO6zAGWu6GnkZJ8cj0d14JInPADvMDXcLwMs38U-tdIMdeq0_Pd7atQovBBZ/s320/completer.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-35289465836556999782009-03-26T13:57:00.003-05:002009-03-27T08:41:03.081-05:00last yearso <a href="http://marshmalloworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st-pateasterbirthday.html">this </a>was last year.<br /><br />Updates:<br />alex's hair looks just about the same!<br />dave, mike and michele still like giving the middle finger.<br />alex still looks good in a guinness hat.<br />Mike now wears those little boob hats <em>under</em> his shirt.<br />Irish ketchup is the tastiest.<br /><br />kim is so pregnant! annie is not!<br />we still make sarah sit at the far end of the table.<br />yes, i still have a crush on alex, apparently.<br />i still love peeps (but only the yellow ones, please, people).<br />jess and sarah are still smiling :)<br /><br />maeve has graduated from putting buckets on he head.<br />john has not! (i don't know what that means.)lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-50975555686397066692009-03-25T21:03:00.005-05:002009-03-25T21:12:19.055-05:00double dutymy best parenting advice:<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5m5iZzOmTPT-_9qZXAGRfyuV84C1VpFM2RncbslFF4yjZ3qp_hr0YJ32myT1JsixbXdq4KS09GYHWlppPjQqb6RXnvnYqY3ehkkYkaqNGEK7OmgH-qkkDYv9TVqsLkHrdi4G/s1600-h/brush.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317312723664021122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5m5iZzOmTPT-_9qZXAGRfyuV84C1VpFM2RncbslFF4yjZ3qp_hr0YJ32myT1JsixbXdq4KS09GYHWlppPjQqb6RXnvnYqY3ehkkYkaqNGEK7OmgH-qkkDYv9TVqsLkHrdi4G/s320/brush.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bottle brushes are AWESOME for washing wine glasses.lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-81222883132128676912009-03-24T20:57:00.002-05:002009-03-24T21:01:51.806-05:00can't talk now.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mktp-oZUBN6keCA-dhUgxO1rNi2vK_MRhNouP-sH23Aftg2Tj7Vcd_i2ATfYGFQLEwewc4Bsv8ga87YANc9N4lW4ORM6KE2VM4Z8EkJSdiuGHveit7OQcKX078DOf5e_HrHs/s1600-h/feet.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316939587884784306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mktp-oZUBN6keCA-dhUgxO1rNi2vK_MRhNouP-sH23Aftg2Tj7Vcd_i2ATfYGFQLEwewc4Bsv8ga87YANc9N4lW4ORM6KE2VM4Z8EkJSdiuGHveit7OQcKX078DOf5e_HrHs/s320/feet.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvZ7-MhRXTdch3TuvDZFB2O69-W3susXnwOhA5CBR-XO7Y3Fu2WuY0tGfhliWzWuYniu2eJ99yhimRMaqNan0g9jcqa1_AP_ME0PLAN3pc_i06HHkfo3pY2FRqwhmjwvPf7NL/s1600-h/feet.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Watching <em>Lost</em>.</p>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-41485778303281484872009-03-23T22:23:00.002-05:002009-03-23T22:24:24.650-05:00ha!<div>Addie is my hero.</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TTSsx0msPQcfGsEtUY9LYAqcCSZULVrwdHwHMHOPokY7hzTusFvD2NZ6fQv3bTJ9EFvabRT9SdNU8R28tomJW9lb3W7dyDNrlpkwvt8pD0hGZkQ16ZGsmO5NvnjcmBiJXQqg/s1600-h/hero.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316589822298759042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TTSsx0msPQcfGsEtUY9LYAqcCSZULVrwdHwHMHOPokY7hzTusFvD2NZ6fQv3bTJ9EFvabRT9SdNU8R28tomJW9lb3W7dyDNrlpkwvt8pD0hGZkQ16ZGsmO5NvnjcmBiJXQqg/s320/hero.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-836023207767670082009-03-22T21:19:00.003-05:002009-03-22T21:27:43.828-05:00best. birthday. EVER.hey ya'll. so Joelle over there at <a href="http://joellehauguel.blogspot.com/">A Beautiful Life</a> asked me what's the first thing i'll be doing at our new house. my answer is:<br /><br />a) your kids are beautiful!<br />b) i cannot wait to TEAR UP RUGS. people of 1960 - if you had beautiful oak floors, why in God's name did you cover them up with orange shag?? i will never know, but i hope that those nasty rugs at least protected the floors over the years... we'll see. So yeah, tearing up the rugs, we will do on our own. Painting we can do, MINOR handiwork we can do, but anything beyond that, we will definitely have to enlist the help of some trained professionals. <br /><br />in other news, it's my birthday today, and it has been awesome :)lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-24377678910773788542009-03-21T20:36:00.002-05:002009-03-21T20:45:51.687-05:00J as in "Just that Cool"I probably met John Kreuzer during college, and it was probably at whatever Bacchus used to be, and I was probably wearing an Eclectic Co. t-shirt at the time. I. was. so. cool. Although I don't remember our actual first meeting, I'm sure it was lovely! John is a very talented improv artist, and from what I hear, has a pretty rockin' band, too. AND he has a wife! And kids! And a great goatee! <br /><br />Ah well. John, I think you are a pretty cool dude. So my question is: Have your kids ever seen you on stage (improv or band) and if so, what do they think?!lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-16840829009096107002009-03-20T13:46:00.003-05:002009-03-20T13:53:37.897-05:00block party<div>it's no surprise that i've been a little distracted lately with all this moving nonsense. the girls must realize this, and have been forced to entertain themselves a bit more than usual. yesterday, this spurred a rousing game of "where the blocks go, mama?"</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRPOwo7hRVf0kUNsHZ8g7LIsZb_lGGx1MkHCp5q1H4Qo-WnTBDdiUi__y6d7rMs7dO-9qld4uUFBxZm4_ZLu5J3N8hX_fNLyiCIvYGCKdIspvIsezc8zV8nx2Ju_CzRwEw3K0/s1600-h/blocks.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315344379854931842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRPOwo7hRVf0kUNsHZ8g7LIsZb_lGGx1MkHCp5q1H4Qo-WnTBDdiUi__y6d7rMs7dO-9qld4uUFBxZm4_ZLu5J3N8hX_fNLyiCIvYGCKdIspvIsezc8zV8nx2Ju_CzRwEw3K0/s320/blocks.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-43143582910509636612009-03-19T23:00:00.002-05:002009-03-20T07:46:23.124-05:00C2what, me backdate a post? never.<br /><br />My freshman year of college I lived at home. My parents lived less than 1o min from campus, so it made a lot of sense. I soon realized, though, that <a href="http://royaltoybox.blogspot.com/">all</a> <a href="http://davehoffmannkicksass.blogspot.com/">the</a> <a href="http://bastart.blogspot.com/">cool</a> <a href="http://outgrabes.blogspot.com/">kids</a> were living on campus. I somehow convinced Mom and Dad to let me move, and thus C2 was born. Annie, The Veltz twins and I were the C2 girls, and although I have probably built up my memories in my head, it was beyond awesome. Our apartment was filled with cheesy posters (like the one of the shirtless man holding a baby... what was that?) and the sound of Broadway musicals. It was this dorky girls' DREAM. We loved having people over, and more than once had RA's hiding in our shower. Siete de Mayo? C'mon people - it doesn't get any better than that. I've called many places home, since then, and as we speak <a href="http://royaltoybox.blogspot.com/2009/03/bufblopofo-09-daysix.html">I'm packing again</a>! Hopefully for the last time in a LOOONG time.lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-43038551345733042832009-03-18T22:14:00.005-05:002009-03-18T22:35:49.495-05:00bloggity blog blogit's 11:29 pm - time for some gratuitous pictures of the girls.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpAsmSaHmzR4WqxKH1z0ed9RFb1FQG1RMdq6LUeXSJZQRH-IijesMGefFRhogXzdBEMrIk5DoeXHbqcT_LtnHzHXR_N9oWUdGe0vOebWm1RsAXuXV2d-OWMFIt_uIFCfokkLs/s1600-h/digital+317.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314736455524355074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpAsmSaHmzR4WqxKH1z0ed9RFb1FQG1RMdq6LUeXSJZQRH-IijesMGefFRhogXzdBEMrIk5DoeXHbqcT_LtnHzHXR_N9oWUdGe0vOebWm1RsAXuXV2d-OWMFIt_uIFCfokkLs/s320/digital+317.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEm-SlQkMCZkk55pOmPMG0KmgpqtBxBa7ZeAOg1hYjzTR6fJWI_NpcOrkP5U_sF14JFjq0HHQDk1mN_I_zqUy7edHfyn7kgVZF5UqGh_qyUwM2iy7WU8NAYCwaGsa2EQcbpms/s1600-h/digital+338.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314736895001938722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEm-SlQkMCZkk55pOmPMG0KmgpqtBxBa7ZeAOg1hYjzTR6fJWI_NpcOrkP5U_sF14JFjq0HHQDk1mN_I_zqUy7edHfyn7kgVZF5UqGh_qyUwM2iy7WU8NAYCwaGsa2EQcbpms/s320/digital+338.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />nite nitelisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-34353810890834384552009-03-17T20:49:00.002-05:002009-03-17T21:06:21.039-05:00erin go bragthings i am really <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">freakin</span>' good at:<br /><br />1. tying a bow tie<br />2. eating cereal<br />3. framing pictures<br />4. finding deals at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Marshalls</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TJmaxx</span><br />5. buying strollers<br />6. laughing<br />7. making puffy paint t-shirts<br />8. making rice<br />9. loading the dishwasher<br />10. staying current on the quality programming on TLC and Bravo<br />11. painting stripes on a wall<br />12. giving babies <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">faux</span> hawks<br />13. picking out paint (with the exception of my mint-ting-a-ling dining room)<br />14. making stuffed peppers<br />15. Raving <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Rabbids</span> for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Wii</span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-30222832079065729912009-03-16T21:10:00.003-05:002009-03-16T21:55:44.405-05:00more marrowhey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ya'll!</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mikey</span> says today we have to teach something! if you have ever read this blog (i won't be offended if you haven't) you probably know that i am an oncology nurse. something <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i've</span><a href="http://marshmalloworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-birthdays-coming-up.html"> blogged about </a>it the <a href="http://marshmalloworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-stop-singing-we-did-it-song-from.html">past </a>, and something i feel insanely strong about, is joining the bone marrow registry. if you've already joined, thank you! if you haven't, allow me to hop up on my little soap box and tell you how to do it.<br /><br />1. Try to find a free donor drive. In most cities you can find a free drive every few months or so - to find a listing, go <a href="http://www.marrow.org/HELP/Join_the_Donor_Registry/Join_in_Person/index.html">here </a>and enter your zip.<br /><br />2. If you can't find a free drive, you can join online anytime, but when you do it on your own it costs about 50 bucks. Yes. You have to PAY to agree to donate your bone marrow. I know it sounds ridiculous, but the truth is that a donor and recipient are matched on such an intricate level, that it actually costs quite a bit to process your sample. For that reason, please refer to #1, and try to find a drive that will actually cover the cost for you.<br /><br />3. Pat yourself on the back. You deserve it. And then call me, and I will tell you how awesome you are.<br /><br />A few FAQ's:<br /><br /><em>What's required of me to join?</em><br />You will have to fill out a short <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">questionnaire</span> about your medical background, and you will have to swab the inside of your cheek with a q-tip. That's it! No blood required.<br /><br /><em>What happens if I am a match?</em><br />One of two things: either you will be asked to donate some blood, and the stem cells from that blood will be transfused into the patient, or you will be asked to donate actual marrow. In that case, it's an outpatient procedure, but it would require a couple days of recovery at home. (Yes, if they need marrow, they will probably take it from your pelvis, using a long needle. I know, I KNOW. It sounds horrific and barbaric and why would anyone ever volunteer to do such a thing? Well, today an 11 year old boy went through it to save his 6 year old brother. So if he could do it, you sure has hell can do it.)<br /><em></em><br /><em>Why should I?</em><br />When I say you can save a life, I mean it in the most literal sense possible. I don't mean it as in "If you donate blood you can save a life" or "If you donate to such and such, you can save a life." I mean if you are a match, and the transplant is a success, YOU WILL HAVE 100% SAVED THE LIFE OF A PERSON THAT HAS RUN OUT OF OPTIONS.<br /><br />In short, this is important to me. If you think it's something you can commit to, that's awesome. If it's not for you, I can respect that, too. Just give it some thought, and let me know if I can answer any questions. <a href="http://www.marrow.org/">http://www.marrow.org/</a> has a ton of info as well. Thanks :)lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-27863377542324698752009-03-15T21:44:00.002-05:002009-03-15T21:49:06.951-05:00Totally blogging.HI MY NAME IS LISA AND I LOVE PEEPS. LOOK AT ME! BLAH BLAH BLAH.<br /><br />Okay, this isn’t actually Lisa, it’s her husband, Garvey. But I totally had you fooled, didn’t I?<br /><br />The thing is, she works ten hundred thousand hours every day and has passed out next to me. In her defense, she would have posted herself, but I’ve been hogging the laptop to write my nonsense. So I’m giving her a pass on writing today’s post. <br /><br />(She will actually hit the submit button, I’ll wake her up by saying “Lisa! I have a peep for you!” and then make her publish this post so legally she has blogged for bufblopofo purposes.)<br /><br />As penance, I’m going to make her pick a topic for Day 4.lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-75343291836206027102009-03-14T20:16:00.002-05:002009-03-14T20:53:23.424-05:00i'm blogging!i was all set to answer <a href="http://www.blogger.com/royaltoybox.blogspot.com">mike's </a>question about my three big things, but then i read katie's blog and she mentioned it was pi day (3-14) and now that's all i can think about. sophomore year of high school at mt. st. mary academy, mrs. ellis, our math teacher, had given us an assignment for this day - it was pretty simple: give a presentation about pi. it could be anything - a poster, a paper, whatever. well, we had partners, and <a href="http://anniegetcherblog.blogspot.com/">annie </a>and i were working together. for whatever reason, we decided to write a song. and then perform it! complete with handouts for our class so they could follow along! annie, i hope you read this because i am really laughing to myself right now remembering this. this is what i remember:<br /><br />(sung to the tune of "this is the song that never ends")<br /><br />pi is the number that never ennnnnnds,<br />it just goes on and on my friendsssss.<br />it starts out - 3 point 14159 et-cet-era<br />and we'll continue singing this forever, just because<br />pi is the number that never ennnnnds... <br /><br />HA! funny because it's pathetic. and funny because we probably got an A for something we made up in homeroom.lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-36392903023758094672008-12-18T17:34:00.006-05:002008-12-19T09:53:04.764-05:00Dear Adelaide,<br />YOU WIN! I didn't post anything on Maeve's first birthday. Or on your Daddy's birthday. But you're the cutest.<br />Love, Mama<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Y7NivfNs1uC5UOyigD_4-bxVpL4IFnFgzCnFHAWzgCJeGFS05clwzOG5RwftgsCTaGCymgODaTU6y_pe3-eQRLA7KIjvq46NlGsOlfq3laGYJWRZYwfePoVvKbLd81llf_Ft/s1600-h/of=50,480,319[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281514108208983602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Y7NivfNs1uC5UOyigD_4-bxVpL4IFnFgzCnFHAWzgCJeGFS05clwzOG5RwftgsCTaGCymgODaTU6y_pe3-eQRLA7KIjvq46NlGsOlfq3laGYJWRZYwfePoVvKbLd81llf_Ft/s320/of=50,480,319%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="VISIBILITY: visible"></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-91289053022555128102008-07-19T19:10:00.002-05:002008-12-09T10:09:46.182-05:00little somethin' on your face, there...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOMXsgSlGIQy1wCFVMaidBhWo_pw9_fKIpTh38DojJVrzLx0kj2FpKC3PcjQyBnfQLZg0075U9VK9fk2XeD_GGsB_n6X9sPsMQcrrr_1NNdi0chYQIgdzGtRVAYybcG3T2vuc/s1600-h/pics+409.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224883392217914690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOMXsgSlGIQy1wCFVMaidBhWo_pw9_fKIpTh38DojJVrzLx0kj2FpKC3PcjQyBnfQLZg0075U9VK9fk2XeD_GGsB_n6X9sPsMQcrrr_1NNdi0chYQIgdzGtRVAYybcG3T2vuc/s320/pics+409.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSqVqkwb4R4rBhNvKM-Dzapt4jJcT1254kr5B5_NWVxpnrdKteqs4GnHPx5MnjANRrw4Dlyza1forsmSCfwsIbKoMjvWkF1IbySAz0AP5Rb_I0p8HfHxe34FSn1GxmELOjMRQ/s1600-h/pics+477.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224883403723312034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSqVqkwb4R4rBhNvKM-Dzapt4jJcT1254kr5B5_NWVxpnrdKteqs4GnHPx5MnjANRrw4Dlyza1forsmSCfwsIbKoMjvWkF1IbySAz0AP5Rb_I0p8HfHxe34FSn1GxmELOjMRQ/s320/pics+477.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-52490672442613332982008-07-08T14:04:00.002-05:002008-12-09T10:09:46.302-05:00only bad mommies pre-date their blog posts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhobGv_ric93XH2ORZg-vT1Hd9nhyphenhyphen_L7OvXxcGYakiN-1KobMXwUdG0oVHpSBxz3YjMSncfsC6xhut2tW3WO3g4G-d9wHL-Sn28B_muTCzA-Vd6vk0iH7byPvEPsD54tAksbCF/s1600-h/pics+161.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221097542750750738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhobGv_ric93XH2ORZg-vT1Hd9nhyphenhyphen_L7OvXxcGYakiN-1KobMXwUdG0oVHpSBxz3YjMSncfsC6xhut2tW3WO3g4G-d9wHL-Sn28B_muTCzA-Vd6vk0iH7byPvEPsD54tAksbCF/s320/pics+161.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My little Maevey-Moo is two years old. And I know everyone else has already posted her picture, but who doesn't need one more? Ok, well maybe <em>you</em> don't need one more, but I do. Because I don't need to add "you didn't blog for my birthday" to the list of her future therapy topics. And because she just makes me smile so much my face hurts.</div><br /><div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-38630739000196676102008-06-01T17:06:00.003-05:002008-06-01T17:10:39.310-05:00no wordsplease, if you have a few minutes to waste, watch these.* words escape me.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.sundancechannel.com/greenporno">http://www.sundancechannel.com/greenporno</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*probably not suitable for work... or little children... or me, frankly.</span>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-51526327493162850332008-05-12T20:17:00.000-05:002008-12-09T10:09:46.465-05:00Addie, do you see this elephant right here?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFz-k_mqPeSCfo3Ws9m4Qt3GkJlNe2Bdl6QRJfIIioMoSq5LdNOA5_Mi3l_GprOAnAImbab3m4Q-6wNoMrxENnWDOqcOGdwg4H-sWeX6ufF1dtKooOv2KwC5x38ri-yJedpH3/s1600-h/pics+282.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199665868189447410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFz-k_mqPeSCfo3Ws9m4Qt3GkJlNe2Bdl6QRJfIIioMoSq5LdNOA5_Mi3l_GprOAnAImbab3m4Q-6wNoMrxENnWDOqcOGdwg4H-sWeX6ufF1dtKooOv2KwC5x38ri-yJedpH3/s320/pics+282.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-47703691620973747222008-04-22T12:00:00.002-05:002008-12-09T10:09:46.600-05:00well shux, thanks, AOL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQWsAPNTVuxjop606iaCAsI_eaYiaPYWNZEeBJfwAZ1zqDazZpChBAaT8yEO8rPiY5p3uj8cTM-Zkg376_kJ7A6npn2MV-1X6kTGXEpPsM_xeO_xYn0VSVYzr4AGPSNm_hc1O/s1600-h/spell.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192116015658869938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQWsAPNTVuxjop606iaCAsI_eaYiaPYWNZEeBJfwAZ1zqDazZpChBAaT8yEO8rPiY5p3uj8cTM-Zkg376_kJ7A6npn2MV-1X6kTGXEpPsM_xeO_xYn0VSVYzr4AGPSNm_hc1O/s320/spell.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-62671440160223904772008-04-05T18:43:00.004-05:002008-12-09T10:09:46.768-05:00I'd write a caption...but my eyes are too teary to type! <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWacQkYXM4U-RD9fcBIDVnb72oJE-SxdyligZv-WAz70UVt403LzI-_ntKwebR3kx3nPlO5I-6t8LuCIp2DkXbG9i7pJPi-Cwp71aP3dKdHJ9sx_xeLaNA19ctVL-hpfpg6Xh/s1600-h/pics+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185912827904091986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWacQkYXM4U-RD9fcBIDVnb72oJE-SxdyligZv-WAz70UVt403LzI-_ntKwebR3kx3nPlO5I-6t8LuCIp2DkXbG9i7pJPi-Cwp71aP3dKdHJ9sx_xeLaNA19ctVL-hpfpg6Xh/s320/pics+041.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-15706905003098900682008-03-24T12:25:00.009-05:002008-12-09T10:09:49.497-05:00Happy St. PatEasterBirthday!<div>Needless to say, all three were awesome. St. Pats was filled with corned beef and popcorn at founding fathers, my birthday was filled with lots of quality time with my family and friends and a<span style="font-size:78%;"> <strong>nasty</strong></span> lovely waitress, and Easter was filled with ham. Lots and lots of ham. All in all, it was a salty dream. Here are the highlights...
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<br />lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-25575589953113891932008-03-20T19:55:00.003-05:002008-12-09T10:09:49.635-05:00sweet baby maeve<div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> still reeling after my 14 day stint with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BufBloPoFo</span>, but i needed to post this picture because it just makes me laugh every time i think about it. my little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">maeve</span> has stopped my heart a couple times in the past few days with various spills, tumbles, and ingestion of non- edibles, but thank the heavens above, she is one resilient little girl. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>and when you put her down for a nap, you should be mindful of how close she is to an underwear drawer.</div><div> </div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRa3XZ57Dnn-OpFV5BzbHCQlq1RslCU9YPxS5W-oCv2W_IG2DEDbMhrLMaBwlJM56J-l5hxlL2e1qVQHQH-vw_WsgGa_1NDONZnhCBaCtWYTRWDkY-moZdcu9e7PXvrOswPwTf/s1600-h/pics+059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179994796761900578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRa3XZ57Dnn-OpFV5BzbHCQlq1RslCU9YPxS5W-oCv2W_IG2DEDbMhrLMaBwlJM56J-l5hxlL2e1qVQHQH-vw_WsgGa_1NDONZnhCBaCtWYTRWDkY-moZdcu9e7PXvrOswPwTf/s320/pics+059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-33821578332660506942008-03-14T21:40:00.003-05:002008-03-14T22:00:18.255-05:00i can't stop singing the "we did it!" song from Dora...HOLY COW. i have just over 100 posts on this blog, spanning almost three years. 14 of those posts have been in the past two weeks. i know there's an impressive percentage in there somewhere.<br /><br />exactly one year ago, i was asking people to <a href="http://marshmalloworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-birthdays-coming-up.html">sign up for the bone marrow registry</a>. ironically, this week my mom may have saved a woman's life by becoming a donor. for five days she received shots that would boost her body's production of stem cells, and then on monday and tuesday, she was hooked up to a machine that took the blood out of one arm, spun it down, and returned it through the other arm. and then her cells were rushed to rochester and infused into a 45 year old woman in an attempt to save her life. how cool is that? how awesome is it that my mom is the closest match to that lady out of the ENTIRE registry (which according to the <a href="http://www.marrow.org/">NMDP </a>is over 10 million), and how freakin' amazing that she may have just SAVED. HER. LIFE. regardless of the outcome, the bottom line is that that 45 year old woman, who probably has a husband and kids and friends and a dog, has no other option. if my mom hadn't joined the registry, she would have no chance of beating her disease. zero. zilch. but now, she has a shot. and that's the coolest thing in the world.<br /><br />tomorrow i go back to work, and i can't wait to tell everyone that my mom may have saved a life this week. and i can tell my patients, with some certainty now, that there is hope of finding a match.<br />____________________________<br /><br />that was a little heavier than i was intending for my last bufblopofo post! thanks, mike, for asking me to post so often... it's been a lot of fun. i'm looking forward to tomorrow, though, when we can spend the evening looking at something other than our respective computer screens... like a movie, maybe? hey, i dvr'd top chef chicago! it's a date!lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9368059.post-69412813258390441642008-03-13T20:22:00.003-05:002008-03-13T20:37:02.763-05:00TV taganyone play that when you were a youngster? good times.<br /><br />so, television. i love television. and i will freely admit i think a lot of reality television is VERY entertaining. none of this game show nonsense, but the good stuff, like people with 47 children. how could you NOT think <a href="http://www.duggarfamily.com/">this </a>is fascinating?! mostly, my reality TV is found on Bravo(top chef, project runway, etc.) and TLC (baby story, bringing home baby, wedding story, jon and kate plus 8). i will also admit to american idol (but i'll only watch it on DVR so i can fast forward through all the background nonsense and whatever paula has to say) and this season of the biggest loser.<br /><br />as for the non-reality stuff, i'm mostly looking forward to chuck. it's a great show, and if you haven't gotten into it, watch it on nbc.com. the office, of course, is a favorite as well. i also like how i met your mother, my name is earl, ER and grey's.<br /><br />ONE POST TO GO!lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676988302699263999noreply@blogger.com0