tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27791617671666303542024-03-13T12:02:20.142-05:00Life. Truth. Art.Random thoughts about life and various creative endeavors. I am a mom, a business owner, and a cancer and divorce survivor. Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-64792729600612644342018-01-12T14:03:00.001-06:002018-01-12T17:37:59.504-06:00When fate leads you down a dead end streetThis past holiday break an interesting thing happened. Or didn't happen. I don't even know where to begin with this. I vague-booked on Facebook, which I don't do very often because I hate it when others do it. I don't know what to think... except that fate led me down a dead end street.
A New Day on the Horizon
I've always believed that things happen for a reason. Yes, all the crappy things Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-75291666433396395832017-09-12T14:53:00.003-05:002018-01-12T17:38:31.268-06:00A Little Shopping Miracle (aka Stitch Fix) Some of you might know that I hate shopping*. I hate grocery shopping. I avoid shoe shopping for as long as possible. I absolutely detest bra shopping. And clothes shopping is right up there in the top four.
*Books and art supplies not included.
Anyway, very few people know that I am going back to college to get a certificate in SLPA (Speech and Language Pathology Assistant) It's something I Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-52032862375644299712016-10-14T09:28:00.000-05:002016-10-14T09:28:03.326-05:00Things You Need to Hear: I Deserve.
I'm taking this class with Effy Wild called Facing Forward II: Things You Need to Hear. I thought it was appropriate. There are LOTS of things I NEED to hear, and I'm working on it. The theme for the first week was:
I deserve.
Boy, I have struggled with this my whole life. I don't think it came from childhood, my parents always made sure I felt loved and had everything I Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-34097626835408831232016-10-10T23:34:00.001-05:002016-10-11T00:01:03.776-05:00Maintaining Balance in a Crazy World
Listen friends, I'm gonna get real here. I haven't said much on this subject, thinking I'm going to keep an open mind. There is a reason that all this Facebook "unfriending" is going on right now. We would all like to believe that "just because we have different opinions we can still be friends." I'm not sure about that. We choose friends because they are like us, no? They support us, Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-7485534940881493962016-06-16T22:46:00.000-05:002016-06-16T23:17:03.368-05:00Becoming Visible, Introverts, and DogsIt's funny. When I first got my dog, I had been living in my townhouse for about 20 months. In that time, I had one conversation with my neighbor to the west. A few hellos from the neighbor to the east. That's about it. The first day I brought my dog home, I had her in the front yard, and suddenly, I exist! A neighbor a few units down, ran out with her dog and introduced themselves. A neighbor atLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-52108157859927968972016-06-01T15:38:00.004-05:002016-06-01T15:38:58.830-05:00It's not MY problem! This. Attitude. Drives me crazy.
"It's not MY problem! Why should *I* have to (fill in the blank)?"
I am an observer of humans on this planet. My daughter might call me a stalker. I prefer "noticer" or "overhearer" (yes, I just made that word up.) So many opportunities present themselves to me, to overhear. And think about. I'm also an over thinker.
Shhh. I'm stalk uh, noticing something...&Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-66313422273007721532016-05-29T11:25:00.000-05:002016-05-29T11:25:21.045-05:00On Being a Failure... Part Two (A weight loss story)So I wrote Part One of "On Being a Failure" about three months ago, even though I just published it yesterday.
Because that's another thing I frequently fail at... keeping up with blogging, LOL.
As I left off in Part One, I mentioned a "brain-based diet" or way of eating that has been proved successful by science." The free videos got me all excited. I love brain based stuff. The Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-36838301599253379502016-05-28T18:18:00.002-05:002016-05-28T18:24:15.999-05:00On Being a Failure... Part One (A Weight Loss Story) My Greatest Success is Failing.
Oh, I've failed in a lot of things... but it's never stopped me from trying again. I've failed to live up to the expectations of people. It's not always a bad thing to fail in this way, sometimes it leads you down new, happier paths. I've also failed in that I expect others to live up to my expectations, with the result of always being disappointed.
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-69804500160862677442016-02-25T11:24:00.003-06:002016-02-25T11:24:39.657-06:00The Oscars, and why you should hate yourself.
I've only had the Television on for ten minutes and already I'm being told what a failure I am. To be honest, I rarely watch network TV, and even rarely in the morning. For some reason, I ended up turning on some "Morning TV" and first thing I hear is...
I should be dressing up and going to Oscar Parties. That's what the "cool" people do.
I have never even watched the Oscars (or Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-8665910742672464542016-02-21T15:29:00.001-06:002016-10-10T13:34:18.708-05:00Back to the MothershipYesterday it was almost 60F degrees out on February 20th. I swear, it was Mother Nature's way of telling us to hang on, Spring is coming! Of course I packed up the dog and my little art journal (just in case) and headed over to the closest Forest Preserve/big park. We both needed to get out of the house and into the sunshine for a little walk. My back patio is still in the shade for a few more Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-63039434922308652612016-02-10T22:39:00.002-06:002016-02-10T22:40:16.375-06:00A Timeline of Life... so far. This is what 50 looks like. In my own skin, bare-naked face and un-filtered. In my before-life there was no way in hell I would post a picture of myself sans-makeup and un-photoshopped. This is the good thing about being 50, you stop caring so much about how other people judge you. (I imagine it just gets better at 60 and 70...)
Bare faced, scarred and natural.
Twenty years ago, I couldn'tLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-7288000945280482142016-02-05T15:58:00.000-06:002016-02-21T14:57:57.648-06:00#10LittleThings
My nephew wrote a blog post about ten little things that helped him get through the month of February, affectionately nicknamed "Grey Bucket of Suck Month." There is only one redeeming quality of February, it's my birthday month. That's about it though. I hate Valentine's Day and all the "if you love her, prove it" bullshit. People are sick and tired of the cold. If there is snow still on the Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-82983063081267876722016-02-03T15:10:00.002-06:002016-02-03T15:10:36.968-06:00Hello, it's me.
A message from the universe.
I am not sure what to do. I have two blogs. And I've been neglecting them both.
I first started this blog when I wanted to share my artwork and photography, but then how can I separate those things from who I am? I started sharing myself and random thoughts on life. I like that. I can write about anything I want. Specifically, LIFE. Haha. It's good to Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-56139367534244939032016-02-02T21:06:00.000-06:002016-06-16T22:54:24.395-05:00Wet Kisses and Warm FurI would like to introduce you to the new Love of my Life!
This is Ruby. We rescued each other. My last blog post I talked about possibly getting another dog to help ease the loneliness of the day. I had started looking half-heartedly, going to dog adoption events, of course I liked all the dogs I saw but I couldn't "see" any of them in my house or in my life. Until a rescue I followed on Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-21001182667658887022015-09-09T16:30:00.000-05:002015-09-09T16:32:14.179-05:00Simple Pleasure #100
Click on Video to see the Explosion
Simple Pleasure #100
Cattail Reed
Squeezing
Bursting
with energy
thousands of seeds
Exploding
Spreading
Life.
I don't know about you, but I LOVE this time of year, marsh grasses and reeds are drying up and forming grungy little seed pods (that I love to photograph!)
Late Summertime
The Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-7078304776673221682015-09-07T19:12:00.002-05:002015-09-07T19:12:55.115-05:00The Resurrection - My Blog and I
Solitary.
Wow. It's been over two years since I've written on this blog. I have a hard time coming back to it, because every time I do, I see my sweet pup's face and start bawling all over again. I didn't know I could miss an animal so much... but she was so much more, wasn't she?
I'm not sure what I'm doing here. My days are filled with silence, my head is Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-65216791621724009982012-10-09T00:19:00.003-05:002012-10-09T00:20:16.593-05:00Saying Goodbye SucksA few days ago I had to say goodbye to my first baby, my furbaby, my constant companion for the past 15-1/2 years. Maddy Moo's spirit has been set free to chase squirrels and cats on the big farm in the sky. My heart is heavy. I am so sad. I am prone to spontaneous bursting into tears. But I need to write this. I need to talk about her and honor her and remember her in my own way.
Maddy Moo 4/Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-60953775168986657552012-09-13T23:17:00.000-05:002012-09-13T23:17:03.037-05:00Back in the Saddle
Life here is slowly getting back to normal. Well, as normal as can be once you've had a cancer diagnosis. Normal will never be the same, it will always be a bit prickly. During these trials and tribulations I've been posting and updating on my other blog, Life, Interrupted. But it's been awhile there too I'm afraid. Mostly because I'm tired at night, which is when I usually sit down to Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-68580223240571217022011-12-30T12:34:00.000-06:002011-12-30T12:34:39.863-06:00Life, continuedI hate that I haven't had time to update my blog... things have been quite demented around here. Okay, in a good kind of way, I guess :-) I do have some updates on THE Cancer diagnosis. (I refuse to call it "MY" cancer because I'm not claiming it!) I met with a medical oncologist and a radiation oncologist to find out more about the treatment process. I also had to have a second surgery because Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-16851595410764753162011-11-29T00:06:00.000-06:002011-11-29T00:06:58.221-06:00Life, Interrupted.Dear Blog,
This is going to be the hardest post I've ever written. But first, I am so sorry for neglecting you for so long. I feel terrible about it. It has been quite a ride since the last post. I was mostly preoccupied with Artistcellar. We decided that we didn't want to wait until the new year to launch our new stencil line. And so we went full speed ahead through the ordering of supplies, Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-21344222805539582862011-10-04T19:35:00.001-05:002011-10-04T19:38:19.127-05:00I WON! I WON!I'm jumping up and down doing a happy dance! My last post I shared a link for everyone to enter the free Lifebook class giveaway. The class spot was being given away by Effy Wild of Wild Precious Studio. I said "If I was meant to win, I will. If I wasn't meant to win, maybe YOU will." And I meant it sincerely. I guess Karma smiled upon me... because I won the spot! It wasn't the first entry I putLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-90395221722580368322011-09-29T10:03:00.000-05:002011-09-29T10:03:18.643-05:00Lifebook LoveEvery once in awhile I come across a class offering that resonates with me. Something "speaks" and I feel like if I don't listen I'll miss out on something wonderful. I've been pretty lucky in the past, I've won DVD's, beautiful jewelry, books from various blog giveaways and Effy Wild is giving away a free space in this Lifebook class. (Listen for the whine...) I waaaant toooo wiiiiiin this Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-61871604784975508722011-09-28T19:56:00.002-05:002011-09-28T19:57:40.173-05:00Sunni Brown: Doodlers, unite! | Video on TED.comA facebook friend of mine posted this on her wall and I HAD to share. My daughter is a doodler. And she's been "caught" doodling in the past, on her homework, on her schoolwork, on the backs of tests, while listening to the teacher read... I told her it's okay, but not sure everyone agrees with me. Take a look at this. It's not too long and well worth it.
Sunni Brown: Doodlers, unite! | Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-36940944526489943882011-09-21T10:33:00.000-05:002011-09-21T10:33:16.461-05:00How is this possible?How can I be homesick for a place I've never lived? I was sitting in my office the other day (okay, it's really a dining room) and looked up at my Bar Harbor mermaid picture that I got from artist Russell D'Alessio and just felt... homesick. Where I live now, I've lived my whole life. Minus ten years in the desert, an adventure, to say the least, but not a regret. It was a six hour drive to the Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779161767166630354.post-36700683823555176002011-08-16T19:54:00.001-05:002011-08-16T19:54:25.666-05:00Got Junk Mail?Last winter, inspired by a friend's junk mail journal, I decided to make one of my own. God knows I get enough junk mail around here. Interestingly, most of the pages are credit card offers. I just gessoed and painted over them, sewed it up the binding, and then the fun part began. Embellish, embellish, embellish. Most of the embellishing used some type of junk or daily ephemera. Some I added Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08252730057290857409noreply@blogger.com13