The Lisa Life

Hello, Redford!

Since I installed a site meter, I have a much better idea of who is reading my site and where they are from.

I've had a lot of page views from Redford, Michigan, in the past couple of days. My dad worked at Detroit Diesel in Redford.  Who is in Redford that is reading so much?  Not that I mind, I'm just curious.  Please leave a comment saying hello and who you are and how you found me or if you want to be private, shoot me an email.

I'd appreciate that.

Dog Day

Today, I did something I have never done in my many long years of dog ownership.

I got rid of one of my dogs.

Oh sure, I've taken dogs on the one way ride to the vet when they were sick or old or both.  I'd lost a couple dogs to cars.  I had a Beagle who just plain disappeared.  Looked for her for weeks.

But never have I voluntarily placed my dog with someone else.

Today, China found a new home.  She is (was) my coonhound.  She picked me.  She was the most loyal loving dog, so affectionate. 

She also suffered since we had Mia.  Her separation anxiety level was to the point that she was tearing up the house if left inside alone.  That morphed into her tearing it up while we were sleeping.  She also starting peeing all over the house all the time whenever she thought the baby was getting too much attention.

So, she has a new home where she will be much more settled and I hope happy.

But damn, does it hurt.  And poor Benny, our little brown mutt, who was the best toy we had ever gotten China, keeps looking for her and looking at me.

I'm A Believer

Enough with the drama, here's something fun.  Make sure your speakers are on.

Download miacomp.WMV

Random Randomness

I have been lazy all day and done nothing but knit, read blogs, and drink tea.  It's a good day for that.  Oh and watch 102 Dalmatians for the 303rd time.  Glenn Close is really campy and cool in this movie, but the music is about on my last nerve.

I've also been thinking thinking thinking about what I am going to write about.  And I think the best thing is to just let it go where the words take me.

I've always kept journals and wrote stories and poems (really horrid poems, shockingly horrible).  I still have a lot of old journals, and sometimes I read back to where I was and it either makes me laugh with embarrassment (dang was I boy crazy in college) or fills me with pain for the stupid choices I made. The journal I kept while I was in rehab (against the advice of the therapist, which I've never understood) is particularly heart wrenching.  I was insane.  There is no other way of putting it.   And when I read what I wrote about my parents at that time, I am so crushed.  They are both gone now and I was so damn mean to them.  Being a parent myself, I can't imagine their hurt and pain.  So Mom and Dad?  I'm sorry.  Truly deeply sorry.

Writing my blog has been so much fun for me.  I've gotten such a thrill out of knowing that people have laughed at things I've written or learned something.  That I've done something that people have taken something from.  That was such an unexpected surprise.

So in all my thinking thinking thinking, I've decided I'm just going to tell the story.  It may be fits and starts but I'm going to tell the story. 

Site Meter

After much dinking around today, I finally got a site meter installed on my site.  It's so cool!  All the big kids are doing it!

So now, I can see where people are visiting from.  If you've been lurking a while, now's the time to come out of the woodwork and say hello.

I'm talking to you, Milford, Marquette, Southfield and Waterford, MI!  You too, Boise, ID.  And Israel and Japan?  And everywhere in between.

No harm no foul and I promise I'll be nice.

Just To Freak Ellen

This is a picture of my dear friend Ellen and I doing what we do best together, laughing it up while drinking wine.  People used to think we were sisters. I don't see it, myself.

Ellen and I have recently reconnected and we talk about once a week.  She always asks me, "What's new with you?"  And I always reply, "Don't you read the blog?"  And she laughs and says "No!"

Well, Ellen has a composition class this semester and I told her to read my blog, lift some ideas. 

I know posting this will probably freak her shit right out, so as soon as I get the email, this goes down faster than Paris Hilton's panties.

Hi ELLEN!  Give M a smooch for me.

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Halloween 1988

This was taken at a car dealership I worked at in PA.  I was the one in the slutty red dress and tacky rabbit fur coat.  I was a hooker, in case you couldn't tell.  I weighed approximently 10 pounds at that point.  I don't remember  how I got that strapless dress to stay up but I'm sure it was a challenge.

Halloween 1986

1986? Holy shit, am I old!

This was one of my favorite Halloween costumes.  I was Medusa.  Don't know if you can really tell but I had a bunch of rubber snakes in my hair.  My boyfriend at the time, Steve, was Boy George.  He was pretty cute as Boy George, wasn't he?

Gawd, did I have a lot of hair.  I think I weighed about 8 pounds then, as well.

Two New Friends

I've added two new blogs to the list.  Welcome to Steve.  Although politically we are polar opposites, he writes some hilarious commentary.  His Good Morning Nigeria! category has had me in tears. 

Welcome to Ang. I admire Angela's strength and honesty in putting her life out there so people can see how tough it really is to be poor in this great country, even though you are doing everything possible to get ahead.

Hot!

Just because Martin says the picture of Sam in his police uniform isn't very flattering, here is a picture of Sam and Martin and two other friends taken several years ago on their annual "Guy Trip."  Sam, on the far left, was on leave and had just completed jump school.  Martin, next to Sam in the black Norton motorcycle tee shirt, had just returned from two years in England.  The other two friends were just out of college.