My youngest daughter, which if you are my friends, you know about already.  She had to have surgery on the 23rd of March for tubes to be put into her ears.  She is fine and thanks to those of you that keep in touch with me off of the Buzz for all the well wishes for her. 

I had told you all previously about a disease which I had that was causing me a lot of pain.  Some people don't know of DDD and I must admit it hit me at a young age.  Degenerative Disk Disease is painful.  I had been to the surgeon to be checked back in August of 2005 and went through the channels I had to go through such as having an epidural injection, pain medication etc.  Well, that wore off way too soon.  I went back to the surgeon about a month ago and scheduled surgery. 

March 27th, which happened to be my 26th birthday, turned out to be the day I went in for surgery.  I was very nervous considering I have 3 small kids and no way to take care of them on my own.  My mom has been a great deal of help to me.  She has been with me everyday.  I had the surgery and the surgeon told me he was surprised when he went in to find out that the disk had degenerated more than what the scans had shown him.  He had to do a discectomy and remove the part causing trouble but instead of just on one side as he had thought it was on both sides of my disk.  This disk is the L5-S1.  The disk right above your tailbone.  I stayed overnight in the hospital and was released the next day.  To Damier's disapproval I am sure, I had been made to wear these awful white stockings on my legs that squeezed and irritated the crap out of me.  A precaution so as not to get a blood clot in my legs.  Those went out the minute I got home.  I have been walking on my own since 2 hours after surgery. 

I am now happy to say that I am pain free in my legs and back (other than where I was cut on of course) and am able to walk a short distance.  I have learned to be careful with the meds they gave me.  I think I gave my mom a heart attack the other day (Wednesday - 2 days post op).  She helped me up the stairs and as I made it to the doorway in the kitchen I got extremely dizzy.  Next thing I know my mom is kneeling over me on the floor yelling at me to wake up.  I passed out.  Word to the wise, don't take two pain pills before going to sleep and think you are going to get up and be fine.  Especially if you haven't had anything to eat for a while. 

I go back to the doctor on the 11th of April to be checked and make sure everything is going well.  I feel great though and as of today have not had any pain medication at all.  Not a single thing!  I still can't bend forward very far but day by day I am getting back to normal.  I can sit myself down and stand back up without help.  I can't pick up my youngest daughter yet as I am not allowed to lift anything over the weight of a gallon of milk and she is about 3 gallons of milk worth of weight. 

Thanks to all of you for your support, for those of you that gave me kind words before the operation and those of you that have kept in touch with me out of the buzz world.  I am greatly appreciative of your kindness and well wishes.  Much love to you all!

Lisa

Much love and happieness to all of you! 

I understand that there are some natural bimbos out there....(hopefully you don't consider yourself a bimbo to take offense to that.)  Some females just can't control themselves.  Some are just natural scurves.  I don't get it.  I really don't.  What makes them think that dressing the way they do is going to get them a committment?  I mean, come on now, we all know that they want some kind of committment.  So, how do they find that degrading themselves will accomplish that?

I tend to be more of the type that doesn't feel I have to show everything I own to get the attention of a male.  I have proven that fact.  I feel that if you act a certain way, that is the way you will be treated.  I feel if you act like you are a slut, you are only asking a man to treat you that way.  Maybe I am wrong.  I don't know. 

I just see more and more girls trying to sell themselves by their looks.  But think a minute about that, do you really want a man that is only interested in you for the way you look?  I mean, I know that looks don't last forever, don't you want to be noticed for something else?  Just my opinion, but I know that I would rather have someone after me for me, not for what I have to offer, that other's have to offer as well.

One minute I feel fine.  The next I feel sick.  Not sick as in body aches or anything, just plain sick.  Like pukey sick.  It's the oddest thing.  My youngest daughter has ear infection.  I am seriously thinking about telling the doctor to put tubes in her ears.  The girl gets ear infection quite often. 

You ever want to be someone else?  Have the life someone else has?  Ever want to make a drastic change.  Like just get up and go somewhere for the hell of it?  I do.  Where should I go?

Welcome Pa!  Hope you like it!

I actually let my kids do something they don't normally get to do.  I let them play with my camera.  I wanted to see what they see.  I wanted to put myself on their level for a minute and see through their eyes.  The things they see are much different than what I see.  Then again, they have time to look around....I was driving.  My son seems to be fascinated with houses while my daughter is fascinated with streets and lights and people. 

Life seems so rushed sometimes.  I hate having to come to work everyday and sending them to be raised by someone else.  I hate missing out on the things they discover and only hearing about their magical moment hours later when the newness has worn off.  I hate the fact that most nights I am too tired to play with them.  I hate the fact that when I do have a day off I tend to spend it cleaning. 

I promise to myself that this weekend I will take more time to see them on their level.  I promise to myself that this weekend I will play with them.  I promise to myself that I will make time to be the mom I want to be for a change and not the person that society thinks I should be.  I promise to myself to play school with my daughter or dress up, and to play catch with my son or whatever he wants to do and to hell with cleaning the house for a change.  They are only kids once.  I already feel like I am missing out on so much of their lives...I promise to myself to make a good memory for them this weekend.  And I urge each of the parents that read this to do the same!

This morning started like any other morning.  I woke up a few minutes late, ran up the stairs and woke up the kids.  Kendra got up just fine and was moving as normal while Marco lied huddled under his blankets.  I, meanwhile, ran to the bathroom to tame my wild mass of curls and brush my teeth.  With the toothbrush in my mouth I was still shouting orders to the two children that are able to tend to themselves.  Needless to say, only one payed attention while the other was still hiding under his blankets.  I told him yet again to get ready even handing him the clothes to put on.  Nope, it didn't work.  He had to whine and complain that his pants are too long and that the sleeves on his sweatshirt are too long.  I have never in my life seen a male be so damn picky!  Siting in his boxers he is trying to negotiate with me.  "I don't think so!  I am already running late, your sister has got to get to school and I still have to wake up the baby.......GET READY NOW!"  Like that worked.  I was two seconds away from picking the boy up and taking him in his boxers, I shit you not!

I went back downstairs and woke up the baby who was, as usual, happy to see me.  I was thinking "well, this will be easier because she won't fight me."  WHATEVER!  I got her jammies off of her and layed her down to change her diaper.  Off she went trying to crawl away.  I had to literally chase her down to get a diaper back on her nekkid body.  It was no easy task.  As I was trying to put the diaper on under her she was twisting away and let me tell you, she is one heck of a strong one year old! 

Finally, we are ready to leave.  Yep, we were doing good, I was only 10 minutes late for walking out the door so far.  Get in the car and off we go.  Dropped Kendra off at school, and Marco and the baby at daycare and am driving to work when I realize that I walked out without my money.  What the hell, who needs to eat anyway?  I mean, I sure as heck don't but hey, whatever right?  (You would have to imagine me typing this with a huge grin on my face because this shit is just freaking hilarious....I mean, woooo, it never fails! Yes, my mood has gone from being really pissy to just laughing my ass off over the shit that happens in a day!  Wanna know what's the funniest of all?  It's only 9:43AM!  HAHAHAHAHA)

Date of bith (the day you were born, not the day you would like to pretend to have been born or any other odd dates you can come up with but the one listed on your birth certificate assuming you have one) : ________________________

Occupation (Pimp is not an occupation, if that is what you would like to believe to be your occupation put this application down now, I do discriminate on some instances and this would be one of them, you are now disqualified) : _______________________________________________________

Your best qualities (as in characteristics or morals, not how long you can maintain a boner, all men lie when it comes to that one so don't even try it.  I don't care if you would like to believe you are the best lover there ever was, that has not been proven by me so it doesn't qualify) : _______________________________________________________

What is the one thing you admire most about your mother? (Her doing your laundry and cooking for you should NOT be listed, take the hint now) _______________________________________________________

What is your opinion of a person who cheats on their supposed to be significant other? (This is pretty darn clear, need for clarification might land you in the NO pile) ___________________________________________________

Do you know how to cook? _________________________________

Do you know how to clean? _________________________________

Do you know how to do laundry? _____________________________

Now, please list 3 personal references for me to be able to verify your information. (Ex's are optional, only one family member, and a "homeboy" in definitely NOT preferred as we all know how they tend to go with whatever story is thrown out there.  I will be checking!) ________________________________________
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Personal hygiene is a must.  Please submit a personal photo (DO NOT SUBMIT ONE OF A FRIEND, FAMILY MEMBER, OR CO-WORKER) with this application.  A return address would be greatly appreciated.  A phone number is a must.....please include your area code as well!  Thank you, have a great day, and come again! 

Questions, comments or concerns....?  Call your momma! (by Lisa)

1.  I want a man that is caring, sensitive, accepting, has a sense of humor, has a sense of adventure, that wants something for himself.

2.  I want a man that will back me up when I am sick and that will allow me to take care of him when he is sick....or when you just don't feel like getting up.  (In moderation)

3.  I want a man that knows how to take care of himself.  I am not your mommy so don't treat me like I am supposed to be.  I will do my part in housekeeping but damn, if you think I am supposed to wait on you hand and foot, kiss it.......it's not gonna happen.

4.  I want a man that is going to do the little things to make the big things even better!

5.  I want a man that is NOT committment phobic!

6.  I want a man that knows how to be funny when he needs to be and can be serious when he needs to be.

7.  I want a man that has family as number one on his list......it is on mine so accept that fact or move on. 

8.  I want someone that is spontaneous and adventurous.

9.  I would like for him to be mindful of his language, respectful.

10.  I want for a man to love me.  Plain and simple.

11.  And to please McD, some chocolate and porn.

12.  The end!

I reserve the right to modify this at any given time because I am female and my wants and needs change on a daily basis.  It's my list dammit and I can if I want to!