Archive for June, 2012

And how was YOUR Monday?

I was leaving for my part-time CNA job at 5:45 this morning, energetic and ready for a good day, when Littlest Housecat Steve scooted past my feet, thought the open door. I chased him down two flights of steps and into the parking area, where he proceeded to play the “I’m going to hide under cars and then bolt when you get down on the ground” game.

I finally realized that this could keep going for a while, and I was going to be late to work. Luckily, Huscat was awake and he came downstairs to continue search efforts for me. Look, we’ve already had one missing cat this year and that’s enough.

I was pulling into the parking lot where I drop off my car/pick up the company car when the phone rang.

“He’s safe and sound!”

*sigh of relief*

Craig explained that he’d decided to grab himself a quick cup of coffee from our apartment. On the way up the stairs, he found our cat sitting on our neighbor’s porch with a lizard in his mouth.

…and as he was telling me this story, I noticed that the key box on the company car was laying wide open, not a key in sight.


After a quick phone call to my supervisor, I was driving away in what we affectionately refer to as “The Tank;” a SUV big enough to survive a Monster Truck Rally. As I headed toward my morning job, I thought “I really hope I’m not locked out.”

Sure enough, my only entry was locked. I had to ring the doorbell of the main house at 6:30 in the morning.

After a few minutes it was clear that no one heard the bell, so I rang again. Still nothing. I called my supervisor, who had now heard from me twice before 6:30 am. While all this was happening I really, really had to pee.


Eventually someone let me in, I got to a bathroom and went about my morning. It ended up being pretty stress-free and pleasant. Even better: I was done by 9:30, and had a pleasant rest-of-the-day getting things done at home. I talked to a few people about potential jobs, did an hour’s worth of yoga and started making some creative plans. There were no more minor catastrophies.

Well, the water was out for several hours. But after the morning I had, I was in no mood to complain.

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All photos by Lisa Lyons

One year ago today…

 Lisa Lyons 2011

Friends and family members gathered in the pavilion at my mother and step-dads farm in rural Pennsylvania.

Craig and his cousins arrived from their hotel…

…while my girl cousins and I got ready inside the house.


My mother helped me into my dress…

…then gave me a wonderful gift: Her mother’s wedding ring, to wear as my “something old.”

Hello, Nan!

And then everyone but my bridesmaids and me left the house and went out to the pavilion. The three of us waited in the room that had been my high-school bedroom, wondering why the minutes were crawling so slowly toward five o’clock. I wasn’t nervous about the ceremony, or about getting married; but I was worried about the possibility of tripping on my way down the stairs in my long dress and heels (and in front of my husband and all the important people in our lives).

Jessica, my cousin’s fiance and my maid of honor, squeezed my hand. “Don’t be nervous. Everything is going to be fine. And if you get cold feet, just wink at me and we’ll run.”

After what seemed like days, of waiting (it was actually about fifteen minutes), it was time! First came Jessica…

…then Mary…

…and finally:

Aisles are too mainsteam.

My Uncle Don met me at the bottom of the stairs, and walked me to the pavilion…

…to where my new husband was waiting.

“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” 

“In memory of her Father, I do.”

After that, the ceremony went by in a blur. The mayor read a selection from 1 Corinthians 13, and I remember smiling in a way I’ve never smiled before.

Then we took our vows…

…exchanged rings…

“By the power vested in me by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, I now pronounce you husband and wife!”

My now-husband kissed his bride, and my youngest cousin rang the big school bell outside the pavillion.

And we were married.


May you always be warmed by each other’s smile,
Always take time to walk and talk a while,
Always know deep down you’re each other’s best friend,
And enjoy the kind of love that grows and knows no end.

Happy first anniversary to my wonderful husband: a wise man, a strong protector, and a hardworking provider. I love you.

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