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On my way to hike in a new park this afternoon, I stopped by a convenience store to grab some snacks. I didn’t see my husband inside the store, but when I left I saw his truck parked outside. On a whim, I thought “I’m going to play a prank on him!” let myself in, and hunkered down in the driver’s seat.

(The door was unlocked. It’s worth noting that at first I thought “I sure hope this is his truck, because otherwise it’s going to be very awkward when the real owner gets back.” But then I recognized his business cards and heaps of fast-food trash, so I knew I had the right vehicle)

It was a few minutes before he came out of the store, but when he did I popped up and waved. I definitely startled him! He was surprised to see me there, but agreed that I certainly “got” him.

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Well, internet, it’s been almost 3 years. Here’s what I’ve been up to:

Summer 2014: I choreographed two musicals, Willy Wonka and Beauty and the Beast. Wonka was…chaotic. Beauty and the Beast was a fun, beautiful experience. For both shows, we worked 9-5 every day, with additional rehearsals during tech week. For both, I was in the audience during performances to take notes (the directors of both shows were backstage helping with scene changes).

Fall 2014: I developed Serious Sinus Issues while choreographing for Madeline’s Christmas. The show was lovely, even if I had a hard time breathing for a good chunk of the rehearsals (the Sinus Issues are still in the picture).

March 2015: I decided I was tired of being out of shape. For a while I was coming in to work early to give myself class; but in March I found a studio 2 miles from our apartment that offered adult ballet class two mornings a week. Before long I joined their company, and danced two performances with them the following season.

Summer 2015: I choreographed The Little Mermaid and performed in The Wizard of Oz. It was my first show in over three years, and I got to perform alongside my students. It was cool. Then my husband lost his job, which was not cool. There was much stress and axiety

Fall 2015: I was teaching at four (FOUR) different places, while taking classes myself and dancing in a company. Was exhausted from having more irons in the fire than an arsonist at a golf resort, but doing my own dancing kept me sane.

Spring 2016: Husband got a new job with a roofing company, I choreographed My Fair Lady at a Lutheran school. Around that time a HUGE hailstorm hit San Antonio, and my husband went out there to work on roofs. In May, he announced we would be moving there. I got busy trying to find somewhere to dance and teach.

June 2016: I had my last recital at the studio I’d taught at for four years (I even danced in it with my littlest-littles) and it was a really beautiful, special show for me. Four days later we loaded up a trailer and made our first trip to San Antonio. Our cats came on a second trip, two days later. Husband made the third trip by himself, while I stayed behind with the cats/to unpack/to start taking ballet classes and figure out where I would be dancing/teaching. After taking two classes, I secured myself a place in the company and a job as a pre-ballet teacher with a ballet company/school.

I’ve got more to update you on, but this post was long so I’ll sign off for now. Part 2 coming soon!

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A year ago, I made two resolutions for 2013:
1) To maintain balance between work/creative and home/married life, to not neglect one in favor of the other; and
2) To work on getting my ballet technique back.

I didn’t try to tackle both at once (I know that’s a good way to flame out early). At the beginning of the year, I was anticipating a very busy semester between teaching extra classes, competition, rehearsals, and a choreography job. I was afraid I might neglect my husband and/or let our home turn into sty while I was trying to keep all the balls in the air. I know that sounds silly– many women keep balance with WAY crazier schedules than mine– but it was the first time I had a busy dance schedule since I’d gotten married, and I was worried about it. For the first few months of the year, I worked on finding and maintaining that balance.

Then things settled down for a while, and it was time to work on the second resolution. I went about it slowly: first giving myself a simple barre at home each day (not ready to embarass my out-of-shape self in a class just yet), gradually working harder and longer until I felt ready to take class in public again.

In October, I started cleaning my favorite studio in the city in exchange for free classes. Previously, taking class in the city had been a $35-$40 ordeal between the cost of gas and the cost of the class. Now that my classes are free, improving my technique is much more affordable.

I still have a long way to go– I’m not back to the shape I was in when I danced professionally, and I didn’t expect to be at this point (pun not intended). My pirouettes are a mess and my pointe work looks kind of awkward. But I’ve improved, and my resolution for 2014 is to keep improving– with the ultimate goal of dancing onstage, in some capacity, before the year is out.

I also resolve to Get Better About Blogging during the coming year. Two and a half year of spotty posting and zero design are enough, methinks.

2013, you were a great year. It’s been really fun. I’m looking forward to what’s next.

Until next year…

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Easter Bunny

Craig’s Easter “basket” is relevant to his interests:

And somebunny visited our patio and left some special treats behind…



(The Easter bunny also brought a bigger pot for that spinach plant)

…as well as a card. Now all I need is for my husband to wake up, and we can celebrate Easter!

Happy Easter, everyone!

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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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Who needs a heart-shaped box of chocolates?

There are three camps on the subject of Valentine’s Day: Those who love it, those who don’t, and those who want to love it but are bitter because they’re single on Valentine’s Day. Hubs and I fall into the first category.

Something I hear a lot from the V-Day naysayers is “If you love someone, you shouldn’t just show it on one day by buying them flowers and candy.” And that’s pretty much right. Hubs and I are always loving and giving to each other; we’re newlyweds and we’re adorable. We also love each other, are thankful to have each other, and– as our Best Man said in his wedding toast– we strive to make each other happy. We may be having a stressful time at the moment, but it’s only making us stronger.

We’re also fun-loving people who love to celebrate holidays. Valentine’s Day is just one more excuse for us shower each other with gifts of love and good deeds (and food).

Happy Valentine’s Day to my wonderful husband. I love you more than Mitt Romney loves money.

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Good news: I get to Pennsylvania for Christmas! Bad news: Holiday air travel and etc. Good news is, I get to go to Pennsylvania for Christmas!


The other bad news is that my husband won’t be with me. With his work situation being what it is, he doesn’t feel comfortable going halfway across the country; even for a few days. Even if it’s Christmas. I can’t say I blame him, honestly– airplane trips are expensive even if you fly coach and don’t drink; plus there are always at least three hundred little incidentals to pay for… double that, if it’s the holidays). He wouldn’t be able to enjoy the trip very much, because he’d be worrying about money and work the entire time.

And even though he loves my family and vice-versa… what husband doesn’t want Christmas off from visiting their in-laws? I kid, I kid.

Hub has tentative plans to hang out with two of his (bachelor) friends who live close by. They’ll probably go fishing, drink beer, and then have a manly Christmas cookout complete with smokers and grills and whatnot. I will miss him terribly, but at least I know he’ll be having a merry Bro-mas of his own.


Anyway, we booked my flight today, and I called my mom to tell her the news. She is of course going to miss seeing her son-in-law, but she is thrilled that her only daughter will be home for Christmas.

Me too, Mom. Me too.

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