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.