<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736</id><updated>2011-11-09T22:37:55.365-06:00</updated><category term='random things'/><title type='text'>roadtrip</title><subtitle type='html'>Rants and raves by a recently &lt;strike&gt;remarried&lt;/strike&gt; widowed mom of &lt;strike&gt;three&lt;/strike&gt; four.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>400</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-9098642305937105272</id><published>2011-11-09T13:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T14:04:19.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Years</title><summary type='text'>Twenty years ago I walked down the aisle to marry my first husband. A scared 18 year old girl in a long white dress, younger than my oldest daughter is today. So many things went wrong that day. Family members who had promised to help make food changed their mind and left us scrambling to feed our guests (we had to serve platters of Subway sandwiches!), our reception hall was locked with no key </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/9098642305937105272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=9098642305937105272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/9098642305937105272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/9098642305937105272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2011/11/twenty-years.html' title='Twenty Years'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-1795228695619119349</id><published>2011-10-28T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:44:53.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another loss</title><summary type='text'>So this week started out as just a normal week. Getting the kids here and there, working, trying my best to make some order out of the chaos that is my home, a typical week in my life. Tuesday was a nice day. Caitlyn had dance and the weather was nice enough for her to wear her shorts without needing to wear sweats over the top. We even left the house early enough for her to pick out her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1795228695619119349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=1795228695619119349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/1795228695619119349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/1795228695619119349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-loss.html' title='Another loss'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-5438751032897620981</id><published>2011-10-18T08:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T08:49:19.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My amazing son</title><summary type='text'>I have been wanting to post this since this past weekend but haven't been able to find the time. In the midst of all of my own personal pain I am constantly reminded of how blessed I truly am to have my amazing children and my home and my family and all of the other blessings that are in my life. I am embarrassed that I don't always appreciate the things I have. Dwelling on the sadness keeps me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5438751032897620981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=5438751032897620981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/5438751032897620981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/5438751032897620981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-amazing-son.html' title='My amazing son'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-8560900227251733884</id><published>2011-10-14T23:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T00:20:32.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs friends</title><summary type='text'>While shopping this evening I ran into an acquaintance from the divorced/widowed support group I was part of shortly after John passed away whom I hadn't seen in a very long time. I say she is an acquaintance because I honestly don't know how I feel about the word "friend". I have never had much luck with friendships, my most recent one ended up with her accusing me of having an affair with her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8560900227251733884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=8560900227251733884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8560900227251733884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8560900227251733884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-needs-friends.html' title='Who needs friends'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-8997748626773823275</id><published>2011-10-13T23:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:02:00.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricks not Treats</title><summary type='text'>So it was a year, almost to the day, between my last two posts. I can't help but wonder what it is about this time of year that makes me ready to let go of the past and of course the flip side of that is what happens to make that motivation go away? I obviously haven't dealt with it if I find myself back in nearly the same place year after year.First I think it must have something to do with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8997748626773823275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=8997748626773823275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8997748626773823275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8997748626773823275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2011/10/tricks-not-treats.html' title='Tricks not Treats'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-342741573049896072</id><published>2011-10-11T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:52:52.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><summary type='text'>I have no idea how long it's been since the last time I blogged. I decided to not look at my old posts before writing again. I am pretty sure that this will be close to the last blog I wrote because I feel like I am in the same damn place. I have not been able to let go of the pain of losing John, and even more so the pain of finding out he was unfaithful and had another child with someone else </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/342741573049896072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=342741573049896072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/342741573049896072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/342741573049896072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2011/10/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-6983954785701349264</id><published>2010-10-07T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:10:58.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to check in, I don't want another year to go by before I blog again. Not much going on, kids getting ready for Halloween and Christmas lists are already being made. It is crazy how fast the time goes by, it seems like just yesterday we were spending our summer days out at the pool and now we are almost a few months into the school year. Looking forward to the weekend, nothing much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6983954785701349264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=6983954785701349264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6983954785701349264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6983954785701349264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2010/10/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-3043753493209696946</id><published>2010-09-12T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:40:44.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Way From Here?</title><summary type='text'>So another year has gone by. I hate that my blog is so neglected. I love writing, I love having a blog, I have years invested in this space I don't want it to just disappear. I know that I have so much that I need to write about but it is yet another thing I ignore. Somewhere in the back of my mind there is a little voice telling me that if I just keep ignoring the things I need/want to do they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3043753493209696946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=3043753493209696946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3043753493209696946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3043753493209696946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2010/09/which-way-from-here.html' title='Which Way From Here?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-6258495453330409940</id><published>2009-07-15T15:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:40:00.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wiz</title><summary type='text'>Went to see Britt last night in a family preview of Trollwood's The Wiz. It was an amazing show with great detail and the dancing was amazing! The new location is beautiful and is well worth the visit. Britt was great as a munchkin, flying monkey, cubbette and other dance/singing parts. The costumes were gorgeous and it was great to see The Wiz updated to a more modern feel. Tonight is opening </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6258495453330409940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=6258495453330409940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6258495453330409940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6258495453330409940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2009/07/wiz.html' title='The Wiz'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-2689604886582550121</id><published>2009-07-13T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:52:38.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Coping...</title><summary type='text'>So it's been awhile, I am still dealing with the pain from my last post. Some days are really, really good and other days are really, really crappy. Thankfully there are more good days than bad. The kids are enjoying a fun summer, swimming in the backyard and hanging out with friends. Brittany is busy with another intense summer of rehearsals for Trollwood, this year they are doing The Wiz, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2689604886582550121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=2689604886582550121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/2689604886582550121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/2689604886582550121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-coping.html' title='Still Coping...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-3189097908941101270</id><published>2009-04-17T08:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:07:40.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At a loss...</title><summary type='text'>So I have been rewriting this post in my head about a million times. Do I write it, do I not write it? In the end I decided to write it because the purpose of this blog is for me to get my feelings out and at the same time have some sort of path to look back on and see how I got from Here to There. My blogging has been sporadic and I hope to someday remedy that, but since it is mainly for me and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3189097908941101270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=3189097908941101270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3189097908941101270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3189097908941101270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-loss.html' title='At a loss...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-5892932036072825117</id><published>2009-02-01T22:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:02:37.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Good Bye</title><summary type='text'>A year ago tonight were the last moments I had with John. I remember bringing him home from the hospital after his first chemo treatment, he was so tired and weak and not really himself. I remember begging him to try to eat something to keep up his strength. The only thing he could manage was a bit of toast and a few sips of chocolate milk. It was Danielle's birthday and he didn't have the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5892932036072825117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=5892932036072825117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/5892932036072825117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/5892932036072825117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2009/02/year-ago-tonight-were-last-moments-i.html' title='Saying Good Bye'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-4281999802653097286</id><published>2009-01-27T14:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:02:10.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like everyone else I was tagged on Facebook to write 25 Random Things about myself which is harder than it sounds! After all that work I figured I would share them here as well. My posts lately have been on the sad, serious side and figured it could use some lightening up. If you have a 25 Random Things floating around somewhere please comment so that I can read yours as well.25. I love to fill </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4281999802653097286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=4281999802653097286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4281999802653097286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4281999802653097286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-everyone-else-i-was-tagged-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-7783962881230862240</id><published>2009-01-20T07:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:32:26.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A day that will forever be remembered in history and I find myself wondering what John would think if he were alive to see this. I know that he would have been excited as I am to see Obama take office. I find myself on twitter and CNN's Live stream and know that millions of people around the world are watching live and the one person I would love to share this day with is no longer here. I wonder</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7783962881230862240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=7783962881230862240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/7783962881230862240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/7783962881230862240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-that-will-forever-be-remembered-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-4716804492483533899</id><published>2009-01-09T14:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:07:07.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hard to believe that in less than a month it will have been one year since John has been gone. I find myself dwelling on the dates, remembering what it was we were doing at this time a year ago. I keep remembering how sick John was with what the doctor told us was only bronchitis. We were both tired of him being sick and doing our best to not let our minds dwell on the fact that he wasn't getting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4716804492483533899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=4716804492483533899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4716804492483533899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4716804492483533899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/hard-to-believe-that-in-less-than-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-3014045035142549122</id><published>2009-01-05T09:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:00:31.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas vacation is officialy over. The kids are back in school and we are back to our old routine. We made it through our first Christmas without John ok, although for me I think the days after Christmas were the hardest. There was so much to do to get ready for Christmas that it must have kept me distracted enough that I wasn't as sad as I was worried I was going to be. Although Christmas Eve</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3014045035142549122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=3014045035142549122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3014045035142549122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3014045035142549122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-vacation-is-officialy-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-6314353054940931948</id><published>2008-12-31T14:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:58:00.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had my last counseling session of the year today. It was extremely draining and I am completely exhausted. I realize just how much pain I still have to deal with since losing John. All I want to do right now is go to bed and take a nap which I can't do, I also feel a sense of relief that I can face the pain, feel the pieces shatter and still be able to pick myself up and keep going. Although it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6314353054940931948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=6314353054940931948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6314353054940931948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6314353054940931948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-my-last-counseling-session-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-7027621993319337259</id><published>2008-12-30T09:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:24:40.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, we made it through Christmas. It wasn't easy but it helped to focus on the kids and do my best to make this a great Christmas for them. I think they all pretty much got what they wanted, Caitlyn got her dollhouse, Anthony got Rock Band, the girls both got new stereo ipod docks which they love although the might have preferred cell phones but maybe for their birthdays. Overall, it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/7027621993319337259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=7027621993319337259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/7027621993319337259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/7027621993319337259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-we-made-it-through-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-5688874472897275791</id><published>2008-11-26T09:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:10:03.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night the kids and I enjoyed the Holiday Lights parade in Fargo, it wasn't as cold as I thought it would be although we did start freezing towards the end. I had told Britt &amp; Danielle that we were going to the parade and would pick them up right after drama practice but being teenagers they didn't think to dress appropriately and Britt was actually wearing capris &amp; high heels! If we would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5688874472897275791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=5688874472897275791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/5688874472897275791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/5688874472897275791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-night-kids-and-i-enjoyed-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-3926749280929885178</id><published>2008-11-26T08:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:12:09.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry it has been so long since my last blog...all areas of my life seem to have been extremely sporadic. I can't focus on any one thing and seem to drift from one thing to another not really accomplishing anything other than to fill my time with meaningless tasks. I am working on fixing that though thanks to my BE group and the BE weekend I attended. The weekend was AMAZING! It really opened up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3926749280929885178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=3926749280929885178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3926749280929885178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3926749280929885178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-it-has-been-so-long-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-4207454752575729071</id><published>2008-10-27T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:52:01.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure where to start, the past few weeks have been very hard. I have been dealing with personal medical stuff, nothing serious so far, just abnormal pap smears and procedures to prevent anything serious. I'm not sure if that is why I fell apart tonight, or if it is a combination of that and my coming up on almost 9 months of John being gone, or most likely a combination of several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4207454752575729071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=4207454752575729071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4207454752575729071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4207454752575729071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-sure-where-to-start-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-6579892663297813792</id><published>2008-10-12T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:15:47.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is hard to believe that it has been 8 months since John has been gone. In many ways things are ok, but in many ways I am still working on getting on with my life. I am still sad, but lately the anger seems to have overtaken sad. I still cry but not as much, but when the tears do start it is hard to get them to stop.The kids are doing good. Britt and Danielle have a play coming up next week, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6579892663297813792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=6579892663297813792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6579892663297813792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6579892663297813792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-hard-to-believe-that-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-4216664632897283926</id><published>2008-05-14T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:52:20.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, as if things weren't going bad as it was my computer decided to take a crap at the end of February and so I have been disconnected in many ways. I have missed the outlet of being able to write here and get my thoughts down. I have missed having a way to vent or feel as if there were someone out there who maybe can understand what I am going through. Quite a bit has happened in the last few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4216664632897283926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=4216664632897283926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4216664632897283926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4216664632897283926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-as-if-things-werent-going-bad-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-8682393141097018932</id><published>2008-02-24T23:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:40:27.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday would have been John's 50th birthday, instead there was a benefit in celebration of his life. I am overwhelmed by all of the support we received, I am humbled by how many people cared enough to be there and I am sad because it is yet one more thing that I won't be able to share with John. I wonder what he would think of all of this? I bet he would be amazed at how many people cared </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8682393141097018932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=8682393141097018932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8682393141097018932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8682393141097018932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-would-have-been-johns-50th.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-5057542567915176445</id><published>2008-02-21T06:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T06:56:43.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past few days have been extremely difficult. It is starting to hit me that he is really gone, he is never coming back and I am completely alone. I suppose that I would feel alone regardless of how many people were around me but the aloneness seems to be hitting harder because there are quite a few people I had expected to at least hear from but haven't. I was angry with my brother but when we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/5057542567915176445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=5057542567915176445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/5057542567915176445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/5057542567915176445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/past-few-days-have-been-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-3065942273263797170</id><published>2008-02-18T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:49:35.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today was pretty much a crap day. I made the mistake of telling my mother that I was upset because I hadn't heard from my brother since the funeral and although I understood that he couldn't make it to the funeral I was upset that him and his stupid wife didn't even think to send a card. I was venting, I'm sorry, I need to do that sometimes and since John isn't here to listen to me vent I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3065942273263797170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=3065942273263797170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3065942273263797170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3065942273263797170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-today-was-pretty-much-crap-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-6926589071977694685</id><published>2008-02-17T22:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:13:58.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was another long day. The kids and I went to church although I really didn't want to go. Brittany was a bit mad at me because she didn't get home from drama until late...I had predicted 3 or 4am...I was wrong. She didn't get home until after 7am! I didn't sleep all that great because I was waiting for her and so it wasn't a great morning. We did go to church and I got there just in time to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6926589071977694685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=6926589071977694685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6926589071977694685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6926589071977694685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-another-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-2647342928213758718</id><published>2008-02-16T23:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:51:36.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a long, draining day. I went to see P.S. I Love You with Rocky, Ver, and Kristy this afternoon. I read the book a few years ago so I knew what it was about, in fact John and I had talked about going to see it when it first came out. Well, I just have to say that I am so glad I went. I sometimes have a hard time dealing with wanting to cry, I am afraid that if I start I won't be able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/2647342928213758718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=2647342928213758718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/2647342928213758718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/2647342928213758718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was-long-draining-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-3751624873949921998</id><published>2008-02-15T16:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:22:35.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today was a very strange day. I don't think I slept well and woke up feeling sad and very cold. For a split second I thought about waking John up to have him go check the heater but it didn't take long to remember that he wasn't there. Anyway, my day was dragging and I was feeling out of sorts. When nap time came for the kiddies I laid down on my bed for a few minutes. I was just going to read</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3751624873949921998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=3751624873949921998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3751624873949921998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3751624873949921998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-today-was-very-strange-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-3643862271191587605</id><published>2008-02-14T14:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T15:25:48.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day...I wrote John a letter on MySpace, I seem to be doing that lately, writing him letters hoping that some how, some way he can read what I am wanting to say to him. I realized that so far today isn't as hard as I had thought. John and I never were huge Valentine's people, we expressed our love every single day and didn't put much time into this day because we both hated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3643862271191587605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=3643862271191587605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3643862271191587605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3643862271191587605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-1423130424548084667</id><published>2008-02-13T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:42:34.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, another crappy day, but I suppose that is to be expected. I spent last night shopping for groceries because a storm was supposed to hit tonight but although we had snow there was no storm. I did almost freak out on a guy though because as I walked through the aisle at Wal-Mart this fat asshole was yelling at his wife because she stopped to look at something on an endcap. He told her that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/1423130424548084667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=1423130424548084667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/1423130424548084667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/1423130424548084667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-another-crappy-day-but-i-suppose.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-8595622773322018758</id><published>2008-02-12T07:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:42:30.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I had a call from Marshal my oldest stepson. We had a very long talk and he made me feel better about some of the things that were bothering me. I tried to explain that my biggest fear was no longer having that link to John through them. We talked about the kids and it was nice to have someone to talk to. I don't want any of the kids to feel as if they have to step in John's shoes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8595622773322018758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=8595622773322018758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8595622773322018758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8595622773322018758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-night-i-had-call-from-marshal-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-174800875495282960</id><published>2008-02-11T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:49:08.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's Monday, I woke up remembering how every other Monday went with John hitting snooze on the alarm clock and me pulling him back in bed with me to cuddle up and stay warm against the cold air waiting outside of our bed. I would hold him close and he would hold my hand as it wrapped around his chest. His finger would straighten out my wedding ring and then he would tuck my hand into his. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/174800875495282960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=174800875495282960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/174800875495282960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/174800875495282960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-its-monday-i-woke-up-remembering.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-6098112721596819481</id><published>2008-02-10T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T13:23:08.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was Brittany's birthday. It's hard to believe that she is 17! We didn't do much because it was her play and to be honest I'm just not in the mood to celebrate much of anything. I am going to make her dinner tonight and I cheated and bought a cake instead of making one but considering the circumstances I guess that's not too bad.We went to church today. I can't begin to explain how hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/6098112721596819481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=6098112721596819481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6098112721596819481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/6098112721596819481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-was-brittanys-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-8917540103518287595</id><published>2008-02-09T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:54:37.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Brittany's play tonight, they are doing "Anything Goes" which I haven't seen before. Last night was opening night and I went to that and since tonight was her birthday I wanted to go again. It was hard being there without John but luckily ViAnnah and Brandyn went with last night and they also went again tonight with the kids and John's sisters. It was hard to talk about how I was doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/8917540103518287595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=8917540103518287595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8917540103518287595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/8917540103518287595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-to-brittanys-play-tonight-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-4930142778116236872</id><published>2008-02-09T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:51:33.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have spent too much time here reading over old posts. Looking for any mention of John, trying to relive the past eight years through the memories I have left here online. He was so much a part of my life, how in the world can you live a lifetime together in only eight years. He was so sweet and kind and patient and as I read over old posts I am saddened by how much I took for granted. The sweet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/4930142778116236872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=4930142778116236872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4930142778116236872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/4930142778116236872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-spent-too-much-time-here-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-3872748223740958253</id><published>2008-02-09T14:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:20:52.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow...it has been quite some time since I have blogged. I am feeling a bit out of touch with what to write but right now I know that I need a place to vent, write, cry, share. I doubt if anyone who remembers my old blog is reading this but just in case here is a brief bio. I started this blog while dating the love of my life John Marshall Sullivan and many of you were there during our courtship </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/3872748223740958253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=3872748223740958253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3872748223740958253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/3872748223740958253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-110132410991774181</id><published>2004-11-24T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T12:18:44.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been well over a year since I last posted and so much has happened. I have started a new blog here but I thought that I should give you a quick update as to what has happened in the last year or so... Sad NewsMy father-in-law passed away this last February (2004), it is still a major adjustment not having him around. We all miss him so very much. Happy News-We have a new addition to our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/110132410991774181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=110132410991774181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/110132410991774181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/110132410991774181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-has-been-well-over-year-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-93894184</id><published>2003-05-06T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a very busy week. I did get some pictures my brother emailed that I wanted to share with you. He was so excited about his visit with the President. He said it was the most incredible experience and that the President was, as he put it, genuinely proud of all of them. I guess the homecoming to Washington was incredible but it was very hard because they had to stand at attention and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/93894184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=93894184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/93894184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/93894184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/05/it-has-been-very-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-93594033</id><published>2003-05-01T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I've mentioned (a few times lol) that my brother is on the USS Abraham Lincoln. Tonight the President of the US will land on his ship. Each department was able to vote for a person that they wanted to represent their department. The person that they picked would be able to eat dinner with the President. My mom got a call from my brother yesterday. He was chosen to be able to eat with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/93594033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=93594033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/93594033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/93594033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-think-ive-mentioned-few-times-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-93449035</id><published>2003-04-29T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever found yourself leaning against your washing machine during the spin cycle? Not for the overly used, so called "excitement" that is the punch line of way too many lame jokes but because you are so tired you can barely stand up and you just want the damn thing to stop spinning so that you can finally put your last load of laundry into the dryer and go to bed!! I think that pretty much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/93449035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=93449035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/93449035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/93449035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/have-you-ever-found-yourself-leaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-93208285</id><published>2003-04-24T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This year we definitely had a non-traditional Easter! On Saturday night John and I went to the Elton John/Billy Joel concert. We had a wonderful time and then on Sunday morning the girls and I were picked up in a limo and driven with my mom and sister to Minneapolis where we spent the day at the Mall of America and then went to the Avril Lavigne concert. The mall was fun although most of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/93208285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=93208285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/93208285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/93208285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/this-year-we-definitely-had-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-92810354</id><published>2003-04-17T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One time, in band camp.......oh sorry, I never actually went to band camp. Actually, I was never in band. But ever since we registered Brittany for band camp, I can't get that saying out of my head. ROFL She will be going to the International Music Camp located at the International Peace Gardens. She is so very excited and I am excited for her although a bit nervous to have my "baby" so far away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/92810354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=92810354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92810354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92810354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/one-time-in-band-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-92687597</id><published>2003-04-15T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John is on his way to go to the post office to get our taxes filed before the deadline. I was planning to go with him but as we were signing on all of the "X"s and filling out last minute info, we started snapping at each other. I think the stress of getting this all done at the last minute finally got to us so I figured it was best to stay home so that it didn't turn into a full scale argument. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/92687597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=92687597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92687597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92687597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/john-is-on-his-way-to-go-to-post-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-92648228</id><published>2003-04-15T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you know what today is? Of course, well guess what I don't have done. This is the first year that I haven't had my taxes filed in February or March. I don't know what is wrong with me, I don't make enough to owe them money, but I have been procrastinating all month. John is going to get all of our stuff over to Jenny today and hopefully they will get filed in time. It's not like I'm going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/92648228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=92648228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92648228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92648228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/do-you-know-what-today-is-of-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-92630053</id><published>2003-04-14T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't get rid of this cold and I basically feel like shit. I think I have a sinus infection but I haven't been to a doctor so I don't know for sure. It was a long weekend. On Saturday Danielle and I had an all day field trip for girl scouts which would have normally been fun but seeing as how my head felt like it was going to explode all day it was a very long day. The girls had fun though, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/92630053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=92630053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92630053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92630053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-cant-get-rid-of-this-cold-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-92424857</id><published>2003-04-11T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night my computer crashed and then my server decided to keep knocking me offline so I did what every sensible person does. I yelled at it and then decided to go to bed. My sister lent me some new books and I started Fourplay, she said it was really good and so far I would have to agree. Sara (from work) also lent me The Good Mother. I started that as well but it is so intense that I can only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/92424857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=92424857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92424857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92424857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/last-night-my-computer-crashed-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-92400205</id><published>2003-04-10T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had one of those really good days at work today, nothing in particular happened, it just went smoothly I guess. So why do I have this major, throbbing headache right now. Could it be that I still have a sinus cold and can't seem to stop coughing. I've finally started taking the vitamins I bought over a week ago so maybe that will help.I've been wanting to stop over at Liz's and check out her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/92400205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=92400205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92400205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92400205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/i-had-one-of-those-really-good-days-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-92337214</id><published>2003-04-09T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning I watched the fall of Saddam's statue. I was supposed to be at work, but I found myself glued to the television. As I listened to the sounds of joy as people celebrated their liberation I felt tears come to my eyes. This is what it was all about. I can't imagine that the rest of the journey in Iraq will be easy, I feel as if it will probably get much worse. I keep thinking about how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/92337214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=92337214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92337214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92337214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/this-morning-i-watched-fall-of-saddams.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-92255625</id><published>2003-04-08T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brittany on the night of the Choral FestivalThe concert went really well. They all did a great job. Brittany had a speaking part where she introduced one of the songs with an opening by the composer. It was beautiful and very touching. I had several of the mom's say that she brought tears to their eyes. She has such a dramatic voice. I of course didn't cry, I am always way too nervous when she is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/92255625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=92255625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92255625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92255625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/brittany-on-night-of-choral-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-92060086</id><published>2003-04-05T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Proud mommy time again. :-) I don't know if you recall my blogging about the districtwide choir that Brittany tried out for last fall, well, today is (finally) the day of the performance. She had to be at their final practice at 8:30am and she just got home about half an hour ago. We went shopping last night and found her a new dress. She is so excited. They had a long day of practice but she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/92060086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=92060086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92060086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/92060086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/proud-mommy-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91959016</id><published>2003-04-03T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John actually didn't have to work tonight so we went out to eat and then picked up a few groceries and rented a few movies. The plan was to come home and veg out on the couch but he ended up falling asleep so I am here checking email and stuff. Today was very cold. For some reason I had it in my head that there was a girl scout meeting after school so I rushed out of work because of course as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91959016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91959016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91959016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91959016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/john-actually-didnt-have-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91886447</id><published>2003-04-02T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After work today I went grocery shopping because there was absolutely nothing to eat in this house. On the way to the store I noticed my wallet of pictures laying on the dash. I had this weird thought that I should take it off of there because there are certain people that I don't want to advertise my vehicle too and they would definitely recognize my kids. I tried to shrug off my freaky paranoid</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91886447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91886447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91886447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91886447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/after-work-today-i-went-grocery.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91803084</id><published>2003-04-01T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long boring day at work today. I am still feeling sick so it was all pretty blah. Hopefully this cough will go away soon, I am so sick of being sick but it's not bad enough to go to a doctor cause pretty much they wouldn't be able to do anything anyway. Brittany is telling me a very long boring story about school. I am trying to listen because I know that before I know it she will quit telling me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91803084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91803084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91803084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91803084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/long-boring-day-at-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91775221</id><published>2003-04-01T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I see that blogger is having template issues. Thankfully that would explain all of my headaches last night, I was starting to think that I was offline way too long and had forgotten everything! That's ok, I have to go to work anyway and if it is still down tonight maybe that means that I will actually get some laundry done! Bill (stepdad) stopped by yesterday, he had to pick up some stuff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91775221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91775221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91775221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91775221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/well-i-see-that-blogger-is-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91760322</id><published>2003-04-01T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, I actually had my layout, but could I leave it alone? Of course not, so here I am back to square one. I wish I knew if it was blogger doing this weird shit or if it is just something stupid on my end........I really, really have to go to bed so if you see some weird ass layout you know why........it is NOT what I intended, I promise! ROFL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91760322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91760322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91760322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91760322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/04/okay-i-actually-had-my-layout-but-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91757383</id><published>2003-03-31T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:12.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry, I lied, I'm still trying to get this damn thing to work.......but this really is the last time........if it doesn't work I'm going to bed! I just wish I knew what the hell was wrong?!Okay, I REALLY mean it this time! lol I am so tired, I have to go to bed, I don't know what is wrong, this stupid thing is taking my code and replacing it with one of it's own. I am too tired to mess with it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91757383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91757383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91757383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91757383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/03/sorry-i-lied-im-still-trying-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91755663</id><published>2003-03-31T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, here goes with the new layout, hopefully I didn't mess it up too bad...........that was scary, let's try it again......(keeping fingers crossed)........what the hell??........okay, this is really starting to piss me off......sorry if you happened to witness the mess as I try to update things here....still not working, I am either getting too tired or something is really wrong with my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91755663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91755663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91755663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91755663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/03/okay-here-goes-with-new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91712009</id><published>2003-03-31T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should be at work right now but I can't seem to get my ass moving. Yesterday I woke up with a cough and today I feel like total shit. I did spend yesterday working on a new layout but as you can see I haven't uploaded it yet. Hopefully I will have time to do that tonight. Yesterday was one of those lazy Sundays where you look back on Monday morning and wish you would have got more done. I still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91712009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91712009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91712009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91712009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-should-be-at-work-right-now-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91613969</id><published>2003-03-29T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss my brother. Somedays I wonder why it is so easy to go about my every day life as if nothing is wrong when in the back of my mind I can't get over the fact that our country is at war and my brother is on a ship further away than I ever imagined possible at the center of this war. There are so many opinions about this war, I see the protestors on tv and I am thankful that I live in a place </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91613969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91613969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91613969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91613969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/03/i-miss-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91603950</id><published>2003-03-29T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is Saturday and I have so much to do. After a week of everyone going to work/school/daycare during the day and nights of homework, dinners, projects, etc. we are all ready to have a day of doing nothing. Of course that isn't possible because today is the day to do all of the other stuff that we didn't get around to doing during the week. You know things like cleaning! ROFL Our house is a mess,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91603950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91603950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91603950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91603950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/03/it-is-saturday-and-i-have-so-much-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91574863</id><published>2003-03-28T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last weekend it was so warm here the kids played outside in shorts and tank tops. Today I drove home from work with great, big, fluffy snow flakes falling down. Hopefully it won't last because it was really nice to send the kids out to play last Saturday. One of our neighbors came over last Saturday and we drank coffee on the back step while we watched our kids play. It was so relaxing.Well, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91574863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91574863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91574863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91574863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/03/last-weekend-it-was-so-warm-here-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-91522862</id><published>2003-03-27T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm....It has been quite some time since I've been here, I think I might have forgotten what to do. LOL I wish I could say that I had a solid reason as to why I have been offline for so long, but I would have to say it has been a combination of things. First, my internet service was acting weird and would kick me off every time I tried to get online, second I still have this damn cable modem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/91522862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=91522862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91522862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/91522862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2003/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-85922388</id><published>2002-12-12T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG...I can't believe how much has been going on and how long I have been offline! First of all, I just want to apologize for not being able to post for so long, I have missed you guys so much! Thank you for your warm wishes and for still visiting me! We are all moved into our new place and we all love it. The best part is that Anthony and I are finally doing better. I still haven't unpacked my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/85922388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=85922388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/85922388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/85922388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-84417928</id><published>2002-11-12T08:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We got our keys to the new place yesterday. The kids made friends right away and I met our closest neighbor on the left side of us. She came out to introduce herself as we were carrying in boxes. I really liked her and I had already heard from Nathan's wife that she was really nice. She is a single mom with three boys. I am looking forward to getting to know her better. Anthony told me yesterday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/84417928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=84417928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/84417928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/84417928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/11/we-got-our-keys-to-new-place-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-84319543</id><published>2002-11-10T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There has been so much going on here it has been crazy. The big news is that we are moving out of our small little town into Fargo. We found a townhouse to rent that we all really like. I am going to miss living here because it is nice to be part of a small community but I just hate sharing a house with my stepsister. We each have our own living space but they live above us and it drives me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/84319543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=84319543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/84319543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/84319543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/11/there-has-been-so-much-going-on-here-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-83934527</id><published>2002-11-02T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another quick post here. If I could quit running for all of two seconds I might actually be able to catch up here. We are running out the door to a surprise 50th bday party for John's sister and yesterday was spent moving my sister and getting her settled in. Her and her boyfriend of almost 9 years recently broke up and she moved into a new apartment. Danielle and I spent the night with her last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/83934527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=83934527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83934527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83934527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/11/another-quick-post-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-83860699</id><published>2002-10-31T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween! I hope you all had a safe and fun halloween. :-) The above picture is of all of the pumpkins that we carved a few days ago. I am so sorry for going so long without posting or keeping in touch. The cold I had a few weeks ago that I thought had went away came back and had me so sick I couldn't get out of bed. I finally got on antibiotics which has helped. I am feeling a lot better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/83860699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=83860699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83860699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83860699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/happy-halloween-i-hope-you-all-had-safe.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-83116570</id><published>2002-10-17T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG, Guess what we woke up to this morning?! SNOW!! I couldn't believe it so I of course had to go outside and take pictures. We usually have snow by Halloween, but this is really early. I wonder if this is any indication as to what kind of winter we are going to have here in Fargo, North Dakota? The pictures below were taken in our backyard, you can click for a larger image. It is so gray and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/83116570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=83116570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83116570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83116570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/omg-guess-what-we-woke-up-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-83086623</id><published>2002-10-16T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She got in! Woohoo! :-) Whew...what a relief. I was prepared to deal with another night of tears. In case you are completely confused right now I am referring to my post from yesterday. Brittany is of course very excited and happy that not only did she get in but her best friend did too. I am happy for her and the other four girls who were picked but I feel bad for the girls who didn't get in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/83086623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=83086623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83086623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83086623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/she-got-in-woohoo-whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-83048171</id><published>2002-10-15T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brittany came home in tears today. After school they had music try outs so that their music teacher could pick the 5 best 6th graders to be in a district wide choir at the end of the year. Britt has been looking forward to this for years and last year her teacher pretty much made it sound like Brittany would get in no problem. So Britt has had it in her head that she would get in and wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/83048171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=83048171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83048171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/83048171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/brittany-came-home-in-tears-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-82962428</id><published>2002-10-14T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a busy weekend! We had way too much to do and so much that we still didn't get around to doing. I think I finally finished with that webpage project, they had a few more changes. I am going to be so happy when it is all done! The kiddies just left for school and Anthony is still sleeping so this means I just might get 5 minutes of peace and quiet! Woohoo! lolBrittany is a "mommy" this week. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/82962428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=82962428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82962428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82962428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/what-busy-weekend-we-had-way-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-82842132</id><published>2002-10-11T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it's already Friday! I drove limo up to the casino Wed. night and yesterday I spent the day with my mom. We went and bought decorations for Bill's 50th birthday party. He doesn't want a big party so we are just taking the 24 passenger limo coach and a few of his friends up to Fergus Falls to listen to one of his favorite bands. I am looking forward to it, I'm sure it will be a lot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/82842132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=82842132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82842132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82842132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/i-cant-believe-its-already-friday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-82710141</id><published>2002-10-08T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a quick post today. Not much going on. The girls seem to be swamped with homework and I still have a cough left over from my cold which is driving me nuts! Since I am coughing so much I have a horrendous headache and can't seem to keep an original thought in my head. So when all else fails follow the crowd. lol Here is my very first This or That Tuesday.1. Heroines: Ariel (Little Mermaid) or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/82710141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=82710141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82710141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82710141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/just-quick-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-82624142</id><published>2002-10-07T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love fall! Today (Sunday...I haven't gone to bed yet) we took the kids to a pumpkin patch a few miles from here. I had to share with pictures below, it is so much fun. The kids enjoyed picking their pumpkins and playing in the strawbale maze. John bought me a gorgeous fall swag I'll have to take a picture of as soon as I find somewhere to hang it. They also had a few baby animals in the barn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/82624142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=82624142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82624142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82624142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/i-love-fall-today-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-82488715</id><published>2002-10-03T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I still feel like crap but am thankfully getting better. I hate being sick! So far no one else has been sick so that is good. Thank you to all of you who sent get well wishes and virtual chicken noodle soup! :-) Today the weather is cold and dreary. We have had rain off and on all day. The weather hasn't kept the kids inside though, they are all out there riding bikes.We had girl scouts today. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/82488715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=82488715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82488715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82488715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/i-still-feel-like-crap-but-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-82350366</id><published>2002-10-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so sick. I feel like complete crap. My throat hurts, my head is pounding and every muscle in my body aches. I spent most of the day in bed wishing I could die. Because the girls didn't have school today they were able to keep Anthony busy playing outside which was a big help. I did go see "Sweet Home Alabama" with my sister yesterday, I really liked it. It was very cute and funny. Not much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/82350366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=82350366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82350366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82350366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/10/i-am-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-82242721</id><published>2002-09-28T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost a whole week without blogging, I hate when I don't have time to keep up here. I am just about finished with my webpage project, just making a few changes and I will for sure give you the link here once it is officially "live". I'm sure that once the programer and site manager finish with it, it won't be exactly the way I designed it but that's kinda what happens when you have so many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/82242721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=82242721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82242721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82242721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/almost-whole-week-without-blogging-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-82077891</id><published>2002-09-24T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I am having graphic block, I just can't seem to focus on much of anything, particularly the project I am on serious deadline to finish. I did get a new moniter and lets just say there are a few graphics I have done that the colors are way off for. Ugh. I have some serious work to do to get everything changed but like I said I just can't focus so it will have to wait. Brittany won the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/82077891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=82077891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82077891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82077891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-think-i-am-having-graphic-block-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-82009652</id><published>2002-09-23T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weekend flew by way too fast. The Storybook breakfast was a lot of fun. The kids had a great time and won lots of cute prizes. Brittany is looking forward to when she will be the one dressed up as a character although I was happy to see her still having fun and not growing up too fast. I'm glad I was able to keep that imagine of her in my mind as we got her ready to go to her very first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/82009652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=82009652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82009652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/82009652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/weekend-flew-by-way-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81892426</id><published>2002-09-20T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am waiting for John to get out of the shower so that we can go out and yes celebrate. The meeting went very well and thankfully I don't feel too overwhelmed. I have been hired on as a graphic designer/consultant but they thankfully have their own in house programer who will handle all of the technical stuff that intimidates the hell out of me. There is a looming deadline which has everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81892426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81892426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81892426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81892426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-am-waiting-for-john-to-get-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81870757</id><published>2002-09-20T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:42:13.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am still trying to recover from my hectic day yesterday and I am trying to pretend that I am not nervous about my meeting this afternoon. The weird thing is that I'm not nervous that I won't get the account but rather I'm nervous that I will get the account and what if I'm not good enough or have enough skill/talent to do it right? Damn, I am so neurotic sometimes! lolTonight John and I have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81870757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81870757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81870757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81870757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-am-still-trying-to-recover-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81833644</id><published>2002-09-19T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my second time trying to make this post. The first time I was almost done when my computer froze up before I could save it. I hate when that happens now I have to try to remember what I was saying and it just never seems to sound as good the second time around! lolI know that I was posting about my meeting tomorrow. I have a meeting set up with the account executive for the website that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81833644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81833644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81833644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81833644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/this-is-my-second-time-trying-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81739455</id><published>2002-09-17T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took Brittany to the orthodontist today and got my nails done. Not a very exciting day, but hey, they can't all be exciting, and with the way things usually go for me, boring is good! lol I did get a frantic call from my mom this afternoon. Her and Bill had met with a local radio executive to discuss their advertising contract and he had mentioned he had liked the website I did for them. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81739455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81739455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81739455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81739455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-took-brittany-to-orthodontist-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81670026</id><published>2002-09-16T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anthony and I are headed out the door but I just wanted to stop in and say hi. Today is "Monday Morning Moms" at the girls school, something we both enjoy. Anthony gets to play with other kids his age and I get to visit with other mom's as we do projects for the teachers. Before I head out for the morning, I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to you! I hope you have a wonderful day today! ~hugs~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81670026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81670026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81670026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81670026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/anthony-and-i-are-headed-out-door-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81635545</id><published>2002-09-15T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My poor blog is so neglected, it gives me an evil look every time I log onto my computer, which lately hasn't been very often. There is so much going on here; I don't even know where to start. Most of it is just every day stuff, going to PTO meetings, Back-to-School night, Brittany's class had a car wash to raise funds for our local fire department the week of September 11th, Danielle was given a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81635545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81635545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81635545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81635545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/my-poor-blog-is-so-neglected-it-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81456593</id><published>2002-09-11T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have so much to blog about but as I listen to the reading of names of 9-11 victims on the news, it all seems pointless and silly. I have cried countless times today as I watched the girls get dressed in red, white and blue in memory of the tragedy that will never be forgotten. I watch Anthony play with his fire truck oblivious as to the significant role firemen played a year ago today. I think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81456593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81456593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81456593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81456593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/i-have-so-much-to-blog-about-but-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81248162</id><published>2002-09-06T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a quick post today, I have a million and one things to do before I head out on my limo run tonight. And Grace I had to laugh at your comment as you pictured me driving limo's. Hopefully it's not that bad! ROFL Last night was fun but I drank way too much and have a headache and queasy stomach to prove it. I only slept a few hours because I had to get the girls ready for school and although I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81248162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81248162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81248162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81248162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/just-quick-post-today-i-have-million.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81187710</id><published>2002-09-05T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry for the lack of posts here. It has been so busy between driving limos and spending time with John's family. His sister arrived and his dad is home from the hospital so we have been spending quite a bit of time over there. John's nephew also came to visit. He is about my age, John's sisters and I are going to take him out for ladies night tonight. He has been divorced for a few years now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81187710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81187710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81187710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81187710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/im-sorry-for-lack-of-posts-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-81124931</id><published>2002-09-03T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*NOTE* I made the entry below on the 3rd but couldn't get it to post, sorry about that.I had a limo run last night that I swear could only happen to me. I will try to make this quick cause I'm tired and I want to go to bed. I had an airport pickup last night, which is pretty much the easiest run you can do. Pick them up from the airport take them to their hotel, no big deal. Except of course if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/81124931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=81124931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81124931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/81124931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/note-i-made-entry-below-on-3rd-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80994849</id><published>2002-09-01T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that the older I get the more bitchy I get when that time of the month rolls around? A few years ago I never even thought about PMS, for me it didn't exist but for some reason as I get closer to hitting 30 my body is filled with all of these hormones that make me unbearable to be around. It's a good thing my family loves me as much as they do. It's not as if I enjoy being a bitch it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80994849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80994849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80994849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80994849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/09/why-is-it-that-older-i-get-more-bitchy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80963609</id><published>2002-08-31T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We took the kids to see Scooby Doo last night, it was quite cute. Anthony sat mesmerized through the entire movie! He didn't even want to eat popcorn or candy, I don't even think he blinked! lol We also stopped to visit John's sister before we headed to the movie. Josef was there he is so cute! I can't believe how big he is getting. He will be turning one soon. John's sister from Florida will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80963609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80963609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80963609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80963609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/08/we-took-kids-to-see-scooby-doo-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80937721</id><published>2002-08-30T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not much going on today. Anthony and I hung out at home. We were supposed to go to the park but it started raining so we stood home until the girls got home from school and then we ran to the bank and then headed over to my mom's to get Britt's new saxophone. It is gorgeous, so shiny, it looks brand new. She was really happy, now we just have to take it over to the music shop to make sure it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80937721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80937721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80937721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80937721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/08/not-much-going-on-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80889983</id><published>2002-08-29T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a limo run tonight so I have to get going, I just wanted to post my new blinkie. Darylynn requested that I make one for my site because I am the only blog in her list that doesn't have one. So here ya go, my very first blinkie. It was actually quite fun to make so I'm sure I'll be doing more. :-) Just click below to save it. Have a great night......and guess what? Tomorrow is Friday! :-) I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80889983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80889983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80889983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80889983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/08/i-have-limo-run-tonight-so-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80855618</id><published>2002-08-28T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Danielle got a 100% on her very first spelling test this year! I am so excited for her, she studied so hard. School has always came easy to Brittany, but it is a little harder for Danielle which makes me twice as proud because I know how hard she has to work to get an A. Marshall made us all banana splits to celebrate. They were very yummmmmy :-)  I am half asleep right now but I just wanted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80855618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80855618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80855618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80855618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/08/danielle-got-100-on-her-very-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80799922</id><published>2002-08-27T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been extremely hectic around here. The girls had a wonderful first and second day of school. Homework is already keeping them busy. Brittany is getting excited for her first saxophone (she will be playing the alto sax) lesson next week (Bill bought her one online, it should be here on Friday) and piano lessons start soon for both girls. My daily planner is filling up with appointments, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80799922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80799922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80799922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80799922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/08/it-has-been-extremely-hectic-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80730639</id><published>2002-08-26T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first day of school. Doesn't that bring back a lot of memories? I know it does for me, being excited, scared, nervous all mixed up wondering if my teacher would be nice, anxious to see if my best friend was in the same class, excited to see if any of the boys looked any cuter, where would I sit, who would I eat lunch with, so many things to wonder about. The girls were so excited to get to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80730639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80730639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80730639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80730639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/08/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80688193</id><published>2002-08-25T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Morning! Another day and once again I have way too much to blog about! Here's a short version, I went to a movie with my sister who I haven't talked to since a big family fight right after my wedding; I talked to Jorge my ex-husband about what happened this summer while the girls were visiting; we went to the street dance with my sister, her boyfriend, my new sister and brother-in-law, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80688193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80688193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80688193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80688193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/08/good-morning-another-day-and-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80658460</id><published>2002-08-24T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am getting a late start this morning so I have to be quick here but I wanted to tell you about my limo run last night. I try not to blog about my customers because I don't think I would want someone else talking about what I was doing partying in a limo, you know? But this one I had to share and I don't think they would mind.I had a pick up at someone's house for a surprise bday party. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80658460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80658460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80658460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80658460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/08/i-am-getting-late-start-this-morning-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1238736.post-80634097</id><published>2002-08-23T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:07:22.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, it's the story of my life, I'm running late, I have a limo pickup in 45 minutes but I wanted to share with you my newest project. I am opening up a premade graphics shoppe and thought I would give you a sneak peek. Yes, I know, I am shamelessly pimpin' my site but you know I hardly ever do this so what are you waiting for? Go  LOOK! LOLHave a great night. :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/feeds/80634097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1238736&amp;postID=80634097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80634097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1238736/posts/default/80634097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaperalta.blogspot.com/2002/08/okay-its-story-of-my-life-im-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05180703816523376849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0xEspuDFAdU/SPK_VJJmVDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wzweQwuFZow/S220/johnandlisa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
