Separation Anxiety
Well, I had it bad this weekend. You see, my baby is riding again! Many thanks to all those prayers.
Since he is a member of the Patriot Guard Riders, he decided he was going on a mission this weekend. TO VIRGINIA. Now, you know I worry about him being back on the bike. But, I was in a serious tizzy about the long hike to VA. But, it was for a good cause. There are currently only 2 surviving World War I veterans alive. Three. And my husband and his friends went down to VA to honor one of them. See, the Patriot Guard Riders usually accompany the soldiers and their families when they fall victim to wars. Someone decided it would be a good thing to honor one while they were still alive. Too cool.
So, he rolled on out of here at 2:30 am on Saturday. I made him call everytime they stopped all the way to VA. Prayed the entire time that all of them made it safely there and home. And, thankfully they all did.
They took the little old man (106!) for a ride in a motorcycle side car, and got to escort the liberty bell. The pics are amazing. And Mr. Buckles is about the cutest old man there ever was! lol. Frank Buckles. Youtube him. He is hilarious.
Anyways, back to the anxiety thing. I went out. Felt lost as all hell because we usually go everywhere together. Especially since the accident. Normally, I am the one who wants to hang out and have a good time. My ass came home after about 1 and 1/2 hours. That is sad. But, what can you do? I came home and went to bed. And, was up and down ALL night. I mean, I like my room in the bed, but there was TOO much room. I could not sleep without him, could not stay out without him. WTF? lol. I guess I love him more than I ever thought possible. Maybe I should get a pet.
So, there is the story of my weekend. Lame or what? First night out alone since getting married and could not wait to come the hell home.
Oh, well. Maybe next time.
Coming soon....Face off -Part 3!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Parenting and getting older..my view today
Parenting and getting older.
It really hit me yesterday. Getting old is scarey! I was so happy when I sent my daughter off to 10th grade yesterday. That is, until she got home and told me that her first class this year is DRIVER'S ED! Oh,no! Not my baby. Behind the wheel? Hello? She still watches the Disney Channel. Scarier yet, I am going to have to actually SIT in a car with her soon. While SHE is driving. No one told me about this. They sure should have a parent manual.
Kids grow up so fast. It seems like yesterday, I was a struggling single parent, just trying to make ends meet. I was changing diapers. Giving Baths. Tying shoes. School shopping for crayons.Working 2 jobs. Here it is, years later. I married an absolutely wonderful human being who treats my kids as his own. No questions asked. We have a beautiful home. Nice cars. A motorcycle. Great Family.
Instead of tying shoes, I have to hide mine, so my teenager does not take them without asking and wears them to school. Instead of crayons, I am buying black eyeliner. Instead of giving baths, I am yelling for them to get out of the shower because they have been in there so long they are going to shrivel up. WHAT do they DO in there all that time anyway?
So, I have come to the conclusion that getting old sucks. Not because of age, but because in the grand scheme of things, you MISS out on so much of your children's lives and do not even realize it, until that time is gone. Gone are the days of teaching them to ride a bicycle and making sure that they are properly geared. Helmet, knee and elbow pads. Here is the time to prepare them for life. Replacing that bike is a vehicle with four wheels. No helmet, no elbow and knee pads. Just alot of patience and a whole lot of prayers.
So, my thought for the day is this....take the time with your children and remember every detail. From the tantrums, to the girly drama, to the boo boos. Let them know you love them every single day that goes by. Before you know it, they are teenagers and beginning on their own adventures in life.
It really hit me yesterday. Getting old is scarey! I was so happy when I sent my daughter off to 10th grade yesterday. That is, until she got home and told me that her first class this year is DRIVER'S ED! Oh,no! Not my baby. Behind the wheel? Hello? She still watches the Disney Channel. Scarier yet, I am going to have to actually SIT in a car with her soon. While SHE is driving. No one told me about this. They sure should have a parent manual.
Kids grow up so fast. It seems like yesterday, I was a struggling single parent, just trying to make ends meet. I was changing diapers. Giving Baths. Tying shoes. School shopping for crayons.Working 2 jobs. Here it is, years later. I married an absolutely wonderful human being who treats my kids as his own. No questions asked. We have a beautiful home. Nice cars. A motorcycle. Great Family.
Instead of tying shoes, I have to hide mine, so my teenager does not take them without asking and wears them to school. Instead of crayons, I am buying black eyeliner. Instead of giving baths, I am yelling for them to get out of the shower because they have been in there so long they are going to shrivel up. WHAT do they DO in there all that time anyway?
So, I have come to the conclusion that getting old sucks. Not because of age, but because in the grand scheme of things, you MISS out on so much of your children's lives and do not even realize it, until that time is gone. Gone are the days of teaching them to ride a bicycle and making sure that they are properly geared. Helmet, knee and elbow pads. Here is the time to prepare them for life. Replacing that bike is a vehicle with four wheels. No helmet, no elbow and knee pads. Just alot of patience and a whole lot of prayers.
So, my thought for the day is this....take the time with your children and remember every detail. From the tantrums, to the girly drama, to the boo boos. Let them know you love them every single day that goes by. Before you know it, they are teenagers and beginning on their own adventures in life.
Face Off..Part 2
Face off..Part 2
Ok, well I went for my 2nd chemical peel. I was thrilled with the results of the Jessner's peel. Not too much redness or peeling from it.
Today, she did a glycolic peel. Let me tell you something...THIS ONE BURNED LIKE HELL! Last time, she just concentrated on the sun damage. This time she did my WHOLE face. Whoa! When I looked in the mirror, my whole face was red with a white coating. Kind of looked like melted candle wax. NOT the most attracting thing ever, but, hey, no pain, no gain.
It is about 8 pm, and the peel was at 3. My face is still burning and I look like someone punched me under my left eye. THANK GOD for aloe and this antioxidant cream. Young girls, listen up...STAY out of the sun, or at least wear sunblock. This is not the easiest thing that I have ever been through, but had I kept block on all these years, instead of soaking up the rays and laying in the tanning bed, I would not be going through this right now.
The doc told me I would hate her for the next four days. I think she may be right! She also told me after those four days, I would be loving her. Well, I hope so, because right now, my face looks like a bruised tomato!
Well, that is my chemical peel update, until the 12th when she goes deeper!
Ok, well I went for my 2nd chemical peel. I was thrilled with the results of the Jessner's peel. Not too much redness or peeling from it.
Today, she did a glycolic peel. Let me tell you something...THIS ONE BURNED LIKE HELL! Last time, she just concentrated on the sun damage. This time she did my WHOLE face. Whoa! When I looked in the mirror, my whole face was red with a white coating. Kind of looked like melted candle wax. NOT the most attracting thing ever, but, hey, no pain, no gain.
It is about 8 pm, and the peel was at 3. My face is still burning and I look like someone punched me under my left eye. THANK GOD for aloe and this antioxidant cream. Young girls, listen up...STAY out of the sun, or at least wear sunblock. This is not the easiest thing that I have ever been through, but had I kept block on all these years, instead of soaking up the rays and laying in the tanning bed, I would not be going through this right now.
The doc told me I would hate her for the next four days. I think she may be right! She also told me after those four days, I would be loving her. Well, I hope so, because right now, my face looks like a bruised tomato!
Well, that is my chemical peel update, until the 12th when she goes deeper!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Face Off
Have you ever watched the movie, Face Off, with John Travolta and Nicholas Cage. You know, the one where their faces are translpanted on the other's body. Have you ever thought, how cool would that be? Me, too. Well, not to THAT extreme, but a new face, or new skin, in my case.
A few years ago, I started noticing this dark mass on my upper lip. The skin there was much darker than the other skin on my face. Ok, to be blunt, it starting look like I had a mustache. I am Italian, and very proud, but hey, I am not THAT Italian!
Anyways, after seeing a dermatologist, he diagnosed it as melasma, or hyper pigmentation of the skin. The majority of women who develop this are either pregnant, on hormones, such as birthcontrol or too much sun exposure. I, fell into the latter. Once summer ended, it began to fade and I never thought about it again.
Last March, I began my yearly ritual of tanning. Yes, in the tanning bed. I was to be married in May and wanted to be as tan as possible to compliment the whiter than white dress I picked out. So, I tanned for 3 entire months, not missing a day. I also exposed my face in the bed, which is not something I normally do. I cover my face, then use make up to have the appearance of a tan. Not that time. I wanted to be as dark as possible, so I could wear the least amount of make up on my actual face for the wedding. It worked. I was browner than dirt. I loved it.
Then, one year later, I start my ritual again. This time in April. A month later, but then, I had no special plans. Just wanted to look tan, and no tourist white. I did cover my face again. Been on the bike a few hot days. The usual.
Well, I woke up a few weeks ago and just really looked at my skin. The pores I have always had just seemed enormous! I mean huge! So, I hook up with an old friend I went to elementary school with and she sells Arbonne Products. I ordered the ENTIRE anti aging line, and for the most part, I was quite happy with the results. On top of that, I only use the best make up out there..Bare Minerals. For my female friends, this is truly the best make up EVER.
Anyhow, I still keep noticing these pores. My dad has enlarged pores and they are hereditary, so I go with it. BUT, I cannot stand the way my skin is starting to look. Always dry, tight, and no matter how much make up I use, I still cannot help but notice these gigantic holes in my face. UGH> hated this. I do not think it really bothered me so much until we were at a function at my boss's house and my daughter was going on and on about how she wanted to go tanning before she went to Florida. I said no way. Then, my female boss says to my daughter, and I quote, "Tanning ruins your skin, look at your mother's face." I wanted to either smack her or crawl in a hole. I was speechless. I know she meant no harm, as I know the type of heart she has, but it really bothered me. Every day since, I was constantly in the mirror, checking to make sure what I had covered was still covered. Taking forever to get ready in the morning just to go to work.
Then, on my monthly visit to my doctor, I see this sign. Skin therapy! In my doctor's office. Microdermabrasion, Botox, etc. I was ecstatic! I could not wait to get in to see my doc. I flew in there and said, so, what is up with the botox? LMAO. He looked at me and my frazzled little self and said, wtf? (yes, he really said wtf?), Lysa you do NOT need Botox. I said, well ok, what is up with the skin care? He said go over and ask! But, I did not. I went home and discussed this with Mike. He said, if it means that much to you, call and find out the cost, etc, and we will make it happen. I heart this man!
So, last week I called and set up a consult. I did all the research and decided that microdermabrasion was my thing. So, I go prepared to tell the skin lady, I wanted it. Make the pores go away! No such luck. I have severe sun damage that it giving the illusion of the large pores. WHAT??? She had me look in a mirror at my face up. And sure enough there are brown spots everywhere, but especially in the area I swore were just enlarged pores. *Sigh* I felt like Ralphie when he asked Santa for the Red Rider BB Gun. You'll shoot your eye out, kid! HA! I was pissed.
Then, a ray of light! She tells me that she can fix me! whoo hoo. Turns out, I have too much sun damage for just microdermabrasion. SO, a chemical peel for me. Well, actually a series of 6 of them over a 12 week span. They literally burn off layers of your skin, until there is no visible sun damage, therefore reducing that enlarged pore look, clearing the melasma, and erasing all fine lines and wrinkles, that are a direct result of the sun damage. I know, sounds painful. But, God willing, it will be worth it in the end. And, to add to it, because I am a patient of the doc that her office is in, I get a 200.00 discount! EVEN BETTER. Oh, and BTW, she DID recommend Botox, for the constant wrinkle between my eyes that makes me looked pissed off ALL the time. This, also, was passed down from my dad. I think I will leave it alone for now. It is a good thing, when you are in a rage, people tend to think you are crazy and leave you alone. It has its' purpose. And, besides, I do not think I want my face stone cold.. I like being able to use my face to express things.
So, when the consult was done, I rushed to the front desk and asked for the soonest available appointment they had.
So, boys and girls, tomorrow at 3 pm, I will be getting my own 'Face Off'.
Will keep you updated on the results. Wish me luck!
A few years ago, I started noticing this dark mass on my upper lip. The skin there was much darker than the other skin on my face. Ok, to be blunt, it starting look like I had a mustache. I am Italian, and very proud, but hey, I am not THAT Italian!
Anyways, after seeing a dermatologist, he diagnosed it as melasma, or hyper pigmentation of the skin. The majority of women who develop this are either pregnant, on hormones, such as birthcontrol or too much sun exposure. I, fell into the latter. Once summer ended, it began to fade and I never thought about it again.
Last March, I began my yearly ritual of tanning. Yes, in the tanning bed. I was to be married in May and wanted to be as tan as possible to compliment the whiter than white dress I picked out. So, I tanned for 3 entire months, not missing a day. I also exposed my face in the bed, which is not something I normally do. I cover my face, then use make up to have the appearance of a tan. Not that time. I wanted to be as dark as possible, so I could wear the least amount of make up on my actual face for the wedding. It worked. I was browner than dirt. I loved it.
Then, one year later, I start my ritual again. This time in April. A month later, but then, I had no special plans. Just wanted to look tan, and no tourist white. I did cover my face again. Been on the bike a few hot days. The usual.
Well, I woke up a few weeks ago and just really looked at my skin. The pores I have always had just seemed enormous! I mean huge! So, I hook up with an old friend I went to elementary school with and she sells Arbonne Products. I ordered the ENTIRE anti aging line, and for the most part, I was quite happy with the results. On top of that, I only use the best make up out there..Bare Minerals. For my female friends, this is truly the best make up EVER.
Anyhow, I still keep noticing these pores. My dad has enlarged pores and they are hereditary, so I go with it. BUT, I cannot stand the way my skin is starting to look. Always dry, tight, and no matter how much make up I use, I still cannot help but notice these gigantic holes in my face. UGH> hated this. I do not think it really bothered me so much until we were at a function at my boss's house and my daughter was going on and on about how she wanted to go tanning before she went to Florida. I said no way. Then, my female boss says to my daughter, and I quote, "Tanning ruins your skin, look at your mother's face." I wanted to either smack her or crawl in a hole. I was speechless. I know she meant no harm, as I know the type of heart she has, but it really bothered me. Every day since, I was constantly in the mirror, checking to make sure what I had covered was still covered. Taking forever to get ready in the morning just to go to work.
Then, on my monthly visit to my doctor, I see this sign. Skin therapy! In my doctor's office. Microdermabrasion, Botox, etc. I was ecstatic! I could not wait to get in to see my doc. I flew in there and said, so, what is up with the botox? LMAO. He looked at me and my frazzled little self and said, wtf? (yes, he really said wtf?), Lysa you do NOT need Botox. I said, well ok, what is up with the skin care? He said go over and ask! But, I did not. I went home and discussed this with Mike. He said, if it means that much to you, call and find out the cost, etc, and we will make it happen. I heart this man!
So, last week I called and set up a consult. I did all the research and decided that microdermabrasion was my thing. So, I go prepared to tell the skin lady, I wanted it. Make the pores go away! No such luck. I have severe sun damage that it giving the illusion of the large pores. WHAT??? She had me look in a mirror at my face up. And sure enough there are brown spots everywhere, but especially in the area I swore were just enlarged pores. *Sigh* I felt like Ralphie when he asked Santa for the Red Rider BB Gun. You'll shoot your eye out, kid! HA! I was pissed.
Then, a ray of light! She tells me that she can fix me! whoo hoo. Turns out, I have too much sun damage for just microdermabrasion. SO, a chemical peel for me. Well, actually a series of 6 of them over a 12 week span. They literally burn off layers of your skin, until there is no visible sun damage, therefore reducing that enlarged pore look, clearing the melasma, and erasing all fine lines and wrinkles, that are a direct result of the sun damage. I know, sounds painful. But, God willing, it will be worth it in the end. And, to add to it, because I am a patient of the doc that her office is in, I get a 200.00 discount! EVEN BETTER. Oh, and BTW, she DID recommend Botox, for the constant wrinkle between my eyes that makes me looked pissed off ALL the time. This, also, was passed down from my dad. I think I will leave it alone for now. It is a good thing, when you are in a rage, people tend to think you are crazy and leave you alone. It has its' purpose. And, besides, I do not think I want my face stone cold.. I like being able to use my face to express things.
So, when the consult was done, I rushed to the front desk and asked for the soonest available appointment they had.
So, boys and girls, tomorrow at 3 pm, I will be getting my own 'Face Off'.
Will keep you updated on the results. Wish me luck!
Monday, August 13, 2007
Illegals In Delaware
I do not have a whole lot of time, as I am writing on a break. HOWEVER, the amount of illegal immigrants in our small state is really starting to work on my last nerves. Yesterday, Mike and I went for a quick ride for dinner. On the way back I suggested a quick run through Banning Park. BIG MISTAKE. Those son of a bitches are EVERYWHERE. A beautiful park, where I used to let my kids play is now over run with illegals. How do I know they are illegal? PA tags. I counted them. 41 out of I would say 50 cars. 41! With PA tags?? Whats the matter, no parks in PA? It really pisses me off. They come here..ILLEGALLY..and are starting to take over everything. First, fast food places, then jobs that people say no one else will do, now our park! WTF???
Something needs to be done and soon! It is out of control. Ok, off rant. Gotta go back to work. Just needed to get that out.
Something needs to be done and soon! It is out of control. Ok, off rant. Gotta go back to work. Just needed to get that out.
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