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Friday, August 28, 2009

reunion

As in, I'm old enough to be attending my 20 year reunion tonight, post-perm, circa 1989.

I'm headed up the mountain to toast twenty years, and then we are off to the coast to spend time with my family over the weekend. See you on Monday!

(PS: Mrs. G is running one of my posts over at the Women's Colony today, in the family room - a groupie's dream come true.)

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

post-panic

I said yes, before we even took the trip. I said yes to snorkeling on an unknown shore, being brave and all and pretending to not be afraid of drowning.

There was some hyperventilating (on my part), and a lot of nudging and pleading (that would be Greg) especially after the warnings before we got in the water about being dashed on the lava rocks and/or coral, but I launched myself off the back of the sailboat just the same.

I know this is a given for many people, but for me, somewhat water phobic? It was a huge thing.

greg and lisa on the boat
Lisa and Greg, post-snorkel, mid-burn (and coached to play tourist)

I'm glad I took the plunge.

Monday, August 24, 2009

one less: Gardasil

I've been fumbling around on this page all morning, trying to collect my thoughts and decide whether or not Lexi should complete the Gardasil vaccination series we began last month, in light of some medical concerns about the safety of the vaccine.

What caught my attention? The mention of autoimmune disease, namely RA and Guillain-Barre, two diseases I know too much about to ignore.

So I am left to wonder: What would you do? Would you continue with the series or would you stop while you're ahead?

(I'm leaning on postponing any further shots; I am curious to hear my rheumatologist's take.)

Recent Blogher post

Dr. Timothy Johnson and other doctors answer questions on ABC's blog


CDC report

CNN report

Another recent ABC report

Friday, August 21, 2009

grace

Hawaii Volcanoes national park

Beauty finds a way, even in the lava fields. Thanks for reminding me, mighty Ohia tree.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

while the heart breaks

The words came over me in a rush as my chest tightened and the tears fell. I sobbed the first of many shared sobs as what I counted as a dear family friend broke the news to me: He had asked my best friend for a divorce - left her - while I was swimming with turtles on what felt like a second honeymoon.

Days have passed and still, I walk around in a daze, watching my inner circle grieve in the wake of his decision, one I am certain he will come to regret. I feel duped, tricked. I look at their beautiful boys and weep.

I feel restless, of no use, while I stand here and watch and seethe and toss and turn and wish it just wasn't so.

middle school hair

Breezy new hair for my soon to be 6th grader.

Sixth grader. Still hard to believe.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

one toe in

I have been home approximately 72 hours, not enough for my sleeping habits to right themselves and travel debris is scattered throughout the house but my longing to blog has come rushing back; the desire to sit quietly with my thoughts and my laptop, sipping tea.

School begins in a mere two weeks, and I plan to make the most of them: Playing with the kids, the dogs, babying my peeling sunburn. And spending time right here, with you.