Becky and Joel's normal day care lady just got a new job, so they asked me to take over for the two days a week that Becky works, just until I go back to school and Becky starts working from home. Today is my first day, and here is a list of things I enjoy.
1) Laney. This is an obvious one, but seriously, this little girl is so much fun. There is nothing better than hearing "Ishy...Ishy!!!!" from her crib when she wakes up from a nap.
2) Food. Becky and Joel have great food...I love Double Stuffed Oreos, and Sour Cream and Onion chips.
3) Singing! I can sing as loudly as I want to, and there are no apartment neighbors to hear me. Also, Laney things that my operatic attempts are hilarious, so that's a plus. When I stop she says "gain!!" and I get to keep singing. Her favorite is when I go really high and cross my eyes.
4) Television. I got to watch The Today Show AND The Tyra Show today...and a few minutes of Elmo's World on Sesame Street. It's been a while since I've been able to watch anything but DVD's and Netflix.
Love to to all!
Lissa
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Things to Be Thankful For
I stole the title of the blog from Sheryl, who stole it from Becky. So the good news is, all of the women in my family are thankful. Here is my list.
1) I'm thankful for my husband. Every day I think "I can't believe I found him". Pretty sure God custom designed us for each other, because we are freakishly compatible. He is so selfless and giving and loving.
2) Family. I am blessed with an incredible family. My mommy is pretty much the most awesome person I know, and I have four of the craziest, loudest, most obnoxiously wonderful siblings in the world. And now that we've all found a significant-other, we've doubled in number and noise. I cannot wait for them all to come home!!
3) Theatre...and school. These sorta go together, because I took a short break from both of them this fall. I'm so glad I did, because now I am anxiously awaiting the start of second semester so that I can get back to what I love...the classroom and the stage!!
4) I'm not pregnant. This is a random one, but I'm so paranoid about getting pregnant that I always think I am. I'm not. So thank you, Lord, for birth control.
5) Books. Every time I spend a few hours immersed in a story, and then pull myself from it, I'm amazed at how far out of this world my mind can travel. Literature has allowed me to experience things that would otherwise be impossible.
6) All the little things that I can't get enough of...coffee, snow, fireplaces, coffee, volleyball, high heels, coffee, shopping, coffee, big cities, NBC news, lip gloss, peppermint, candlelight, snuggles, and coffee.
And of course, I am thankful for all of you.
Love to you all,
Lissa
1) I'm thankful for my husband. Every day I think "I can't believe I found him". Pretty sure God custom designed us for each other, because we are freakishly compatible. He is so selfless and giving and loving.
2) Family. I am blessed with an incredible family. My mommy is pretty much the most awesome person I know, and I have four of the craziest, loudest, most obnoxiously wonderful siblings in the world. And now that we've all found a significant-other, we've doubled in number and noise. I cannot wait for them all to come home!!
3) Theatre...and school. These sorta go together, because I took a short break from both of them this fall. I'm so glad I did, because now I am anxiously awaiting the start of second semester so that I can get back to what I love...the classroom and the stage!!
4) I'm not pregnant. This is a random one, but I'm so paranoid about getting pregnant that I always think I am. I'm not. So thank you, Lord, for birth control.
5) Books. Every time I spend a few hours immersed in a story, and then pull myself from it, I'm amazed at how far out of this world my mind can travel. Literature has allowed me to experience things that would otherwise be impossible.
6) All the little things that I can't get enough of...coffee, snow, fireplaces, coffee, volleyball, high heels, coffee, shopping, coffee, big cities, NBC news, lip gloss, peppermint, candlelight, snuggles, and coffee.
And of course, I am thankful for all of you.
Love to you all,
Lissa
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
My Life in a Painting
Once upon a time, a little girl, about 9 years old, went to the Mall of America with her aunt. Toward the end of the expedition, they wandered into an art store. While the grownups around her had a very long and boring conversation about frames and interior decorating, she flipped through a pile of prints sitting on the table. It was there that she stumbled upon a piece of art known as "The Accolade". And she was in love.
I can remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember how reluctant I was to go into a boring art store, and how much more reluctant I was to be dragged away from that beautiful, beautiful print.
I am no art expert. Show me a painting, and the only thing I will be able to say is whether or not I like it. But for me, that is what art is all about. Beauty is, after all, in the eye of the beholder. I enjoy Monet. Picasso often freaks me out. But for me, if an artist can make me feel something, something genuine, real, something connected to what I see before me, then he or she is a success. If I look at a painting, or a drawing, and my emotions overwhelm the obnoxiously critical part of my brain, and I find I cannot critique at all, that artist has truly created.
It must be noted that I do not always necessarily like the pieces that summon such emotions. A piece that upsets or angers me is not likely to find its way to my living room wall, but it is no less appreciated for what is has done.
Edmund Blair Leighton is such an artist. Perhaps the part of me that loved him when I was 9 is the part that hasn't really changed much. You know...the part that likes Lords and Ladies and Castles and Masked Balls. The part that wants to put on a long, flowing renaissance gown and promenade dramatically through fields of harebells and thistles. That is what keeps me going back to my computer to stare at his paintings again and again.
Nathan bought me a tapestry of one of my favourite Leighton paintings, The Accolade, as a wedding gift. Its gorgeous, and it hangs on the wall right next to my bed.
I look at it every night as I'm falling asleep. There have been so many times when I've wished I could pull a Mary Poppins, close my eyes, and jump right into the picture. Wouldn't that be wonderful? To be able to live all of my favorite works of art.
And recently (within the last few years) they stumbled across this painting, also by Mr. Leighton. In the picture, the lady (whom you should recognize from "The Accolade") is tracing the shadow of her lover so she will have something to remember him by as he goes off to war. I adore it.
Of course, even just prints of this particular piece are several hundred dollars right now, so it will have to wait. It does make a lovely desktop background for my computer, though.
Thanks for reading my random ramblings about things that have little significance to anyone except myself.
Love to you all,
Lissa
I can remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember how reluctant I was to go into a boring art store, and how much more reluctant I was to be dragged away from that beautiful, beautiful print.
I am no art expert. Show me a painting, and the only thing I will be able to say is whether or not I like it. But for me, that is what art is all about. Beauty is, after all, in the eye of the beholder. I enjoy Monet. Picasso often freaks me out. But for me, if an artist can make me feel something, something genuine, real, something connected to what I see before me, then he or she is a success. If I look at a painting, or a drawing, and my emotions overwhelm the obnoxiously critical part of my brain, and I find I cannot critique at all, that artist has truly created.
It must be noted that I do not always necessarily like the pieces that summon such emotions. A piece that upsets or angers me is not likely to find its way to my living room wall, but it is no less appreciated for what is has done.
Edmund Blair Leighton is such an artist. Perhaps the part of me that loved him when I was 9 is the part that hasn't really changed much. You know...the part that likes Lords and Ladies and Castles and Masked Balls. The part that wants to put on a long, flowing renaissance gown and promenade dramatically through fields of harebells and thistles. That is what keeps me going back to my computer to stare at his paintings again and again.
Nathan bought me a tapestry of one of my favourite Leighton paintings, The Accolade, as a wedding gift. Its gorgeous, and it hangs on the wall right next to my bed.
I look at it every night as I'm falling asleep. There have been so many times when I've wished I could pull a Mary Poppins, close my eyes, and jump right into the picture. Wouldn't that be wonderful? To be able to live all of my favorite works of art.
And recently (within the last few years) they stumbled across this painting, also by Mr. Leighton. In the picture, the lady (whom you should recognize from "The Accolade") is tracing the shadow of her lover so she will have something to remember him by as he goes off to war. I adore it.
Of course, even just prints of this particular piece are several hundred dollars right now, so it will have to wait. It does make a lovely desktop background for my computer, though.
Thanks for reading my random ramblings about things that have little significance to anyone except myself.
Love to you all,
Lissa
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