So, I was watching the news yesterday ( Not an everday activity for me. I find much of it to be rubbish. I do NOT need to hear a singing dog. This is not news.)and the co-anchors were discussing New Years Resolutions. Now, most of you know how I feel about resolutions...also rubbish, but this exchange grabbed my attention. They suggested that in order for people to keep their resolutions, they should turn to social media for assistance. ( You can see how absolutely sucked in I was, right?)The idea was that by making a public posting of your resolution, you'd gain support from all of those following you and be sure to meet with great success! Add in the bonus of public humiliation in case you fail and we have a BRILLIANT idea.
I then asked myself, do we really, truly need to read everyone's resolutions and then offer them "support"?
Here is what I envisioned happening if you all got on board with this plan:
High school friend posts: I resolve to stop flirting with that guy in my office and will no longer meet him in the backseat of his car after work. I post: Hey, name of high school friend. How's is going with your resolution to stop being an adultress?
A Neighbor Posts: I resolve to lose weight and cut out carbs. Me, upon seeing said neighbor at Panera: ( Wacks bread out of her hand!) Whatcha doin with that bread? You weren't gonna eat that, Miss No-Carb? Right? How much weight have you lost? What? Can you speak up? The guy over there didn't hear you.
A Colleague Posts- I resolve to drink less this year. I post: At work or at home? What about the illegal prescription drugs you pop every five minutes? Do those count or does this JUST apply to booze?
A Family Member posts: I resolve to stop lying to get out of family committments. I post: So, how are you healing from that fall on the ice? Oh wait. It has been 55 degrees. There is no ice. LIAR.
A Sorority Sister Posts: I resolve to work out every morning ( I might skip mornings after a good night out-) .I post: Are ya working out? Cuz every day you post about your plans for that night. Hey ,party girl, why don't ya stay home. And then hit the gym. Lifting your arm doesnt count.
Random Acquaintace Posts: I resolve to stop doing that thing I do. I post: What? Being vague? Posting cryptic messages?
A Dear Friend Posts: I resolve to gossip less. I post: Farewell, dear friend. We will no longer have anything to talk about.
My Mom posts: ( Well, she doesn't post. She uses my Dad's FB account. Let's pretend.) I resolve to stop going on crazy diets that sound absurd to all other human beings. I post: OH, you mean like the one where you can only chew food and not swallow it? Or the one where Dad hides in the closet eating Oreos because he is starving?
Rob Posts: I resolve to spoil my wife and give in to her each and every whim. I post ( each day): What day does this resolution thing start???? I just asked for a massage? Did you make the bed? Hello? Reolution?
So, you see, this likely ends poorly all around. Your social media network of " friends" is not the place to find life support. For that, rely on the people you actually speak to. In person. ( unless your resolution has something to do with clearing up that halitosis) Othewrwise, all of those other folks are pretty much just waiting for you to fail so they can post a snarky comment. People, trust me on this, don't share too much. And quit with the resolutions.
I resolve to keep on being me. ( Sorry to dissapoint those of you who were hoping for a new an improved me.) And, to wait quietly in the wings for you to break that resolution:-)
Happy and Healthy to you and yours.From me and mine.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
A Gobble, Gobble to you and yours. Thanksgiving is quickly approaching. The cooking, drinking, baking, drinking, cleaning and drinking are all underway. Everyone is getting excited for a few days off with family they enjoy ( or at least pretend to).
I am certainly looking forward to the next few days, but T-Day is always a hard one for me. I have a few extra special reasons to be thankful due to some things that have happened on Thanksgivings past. You see, my grandmother passed away on Thanksgiving. She was an amazing woman ( tearing up as I type, so excuse all typos)and a huge part of my life. Hayden never got to meet her, but has heard many a story.Hayden woke up on his fist Thanksgiving in the PICU at Hopkins. He had a cath the day before and had to stay until mid -day. Not exactly what you picture for baby's first Thanksgiving. And, later that day, once we were discharged, my Dad announced that he had been diagnosed with Renal Cancer. ( Dad? On Thanksgiving? In retrospect was that a good day??? xoxo) So, T-Day brings back all of those emotions for me and I take em and twist em and turn em into something good and gooey. You see, these difficult times are what allow me to be so thankful for what I have. And, I have a lot. Of course, I am thankful to have had my grandmother in my life for so long, for the blessing that Hayden and his "special heart" have been to me and for my Dad being 6.5 years Cancer free. But, I am also thankful for so many people, experiences and things ( I will not name them all. My life is a pretty open book, but I do not need to spill it all for ya).
So,if you are reading this ( and obviously, you are) you have touched my life in some way and I am so very thankful for you.
I intend to spend T-day lovin' up on my boys, eating yumminess, cooking with my Mom, laughing with my Dad and appreciating every stinkin' minute of it. I wish the same for you.
Well, you don't get to love up on my boys...they are all mine:-)
I am certainly looking forward to the next few days, but T-Day is always a hard one for me. I have a few extra special reasons to be thankful due to some things that have happened on Thanksgivings past. You see, my grandmother passed away on Thanksgiving. She was an amazing woman ( tearing up as I type, so excuse all typos)and a huge part of my life. Hayden never got to meet her, but has heard many a story.Hayden woke up on his fist Thanksgiving in the PICU at Hopkins. He had a cath the day before and had to stay until mid -day. Not exactly what you picture for baby's first Thanksgiving. And, later that day, once we were discharged, my Dad announced that he had been diagnosed with Renal Cancer. ( Dad? On Thanksgiving? In retrospect was that a good day??? xoxo) So, T-Day brings back all of those emotions for me and I take em and twist em and turn em into something good and gooey. You see, these difficult times are what allow me to be so thankful for what I have. And, I have a lot. Of course, I am thankful to have had my grandmother in my life for so long, for the blessing that Hayden and his "special heart" have been to me and for my Dad being 6.5 years Cancer free. But, I am also thankful for so many people, experiences and things ( I will not name them all. My life is a pretty open book, but I do not need to spill it all for ya).
So,if you are reading this ( and obviously, you are) you have touched my life in some way and I am so very thankful for you.
I intend to spend T-day lovin' up on my boys, eating yumminess, cooking with my Mom, laughing with my Dad and appreciating every stinkin' minute of it. I wish the same for you.
Well, you don't get to love up on my boys...they are all mine:-)
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Books!!!!
Book Drive
Second annual book drive sponsored by Hayden’s Heart Heroes to benefit The Johns Hopkins Children’s Center.
Now through November 15, 2011, we will be collecting new books for children who are inpatient at The Johns Hopkins Children’s Center. Hospital stays can be lengthy and difficult. A good book is a great way for a child to escape into the world of literature, for just a bit.
Please consider donating a new book (or more than one) for a child ages infant through eighteen.
Donations may be dropped off or mailed to:
• 1719 Canal Run Drive, Point of Rocks, MD 21777
• Frederick High School
• Ali/RobLazorchak can meet you somewhere. (Email Alilaz@aol.com to arrange pick up)
• In the Baltimore area, contact Jeffrey Silverman, tenor4th@comcast.net ,to coordinate drop-off/pick -up.
Please help us put a book in the hands of every child in the hospital.
Thank you for your support.
Second annual book drive sponsored by Hayden’s Heart Heroes to benefit The Johns Hopkins Children’s Center.
Now through November 15, 2011, we will be collecting new books for children who are inpatient at The Johns Hopkins Children’s Center. Hospital stays can be lengthy and difficult. A good book is a great way for a child to escape into the world of literature, for just a bit.
Please consider donating a new book (or more than one) for a child ages infant through eighteen.
Donations may be dropped off or mailed to:
• 1719 Canal Run Drive, Point of Rocks, MD 21777
• Frederick High School
• Ali/RobLazorchak can meet you somewhere. (Email Alilaz@aol.com to arrange pick up)
• In the Baltimore area, contact Jeffrey Silverman, tenor4th@comcast.net ,to coordinate drop-off/pick -up.
Please help us put a book in the hands of every child in the hospital.
Thank you for your support.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Spring Has Sprung
With Spring springing, so are the opportunities to flaunt your pale,flabby or " sexy" bod. Yes, oh, yes, things are popping up ( or out) everywhere.
As you know, I enjoy the people watching more than the average Joe, but Spring takes it to a whole new level. A new birth of the innappropriate. I have been blessed to be out and about socially and to be employed at a high school. This combination makes for some fantastic sightings. While some dance on the edge of innappropriate, others seem to think they are dancers. I spotted the rare, overweight, vertically challenged young woman wearing a shorts legnth, black, strapless unitard with a large black belt that hit just below her...gut, Yes, gut. Apparently you to have to " gutsy" to donn the shorts unitard. To her credit, she did have on a hot pink shrug to cover her shoulders.It is all about modesty.
Another favorite sighting involves the male swimsuit. While sitting poolside during Hayden's most recent lesson, I spotted a young man from the swim tean sporting his tiny black Speedo. No problem. Speedos and swim team go together. Except, apparently this fella has grown a bit since last purchasing a Speedo. The deep indentations around his groin and rear make me think that his swimming might be hindered by the Speedo cutting off circulation to lower region. I am not a man ( Stop.Shocking revelation. Rob, did you know?), but I am thinking that you want circulation down there. Size up, dear friend, size up.
The most frequent Spring sighting involves the " girls". " Oh, it is warm out. I MUST show off my breasts. I need not wear a bra. Huzzah!" Yes, tis the season for letting the girls roam free, airing em' out after a long winter of being covered in layers of camis and sweaters. Who can resist a crisp white tee with a " hint" of what is hiding underneath? Umm, me. That goes for the extra extra low cut shirt as well, espicially if your "girls" are extra extra large. ( No, I am, NOT jealous. I like the little "girls" and was recently complimented on how well my bras fit/lift. The compliment did come from a crazy old loon who might possible drink mid-day...hmm. I have digressed.) Unless you are on a field trip to a bad strip club, no one wants to see your big ole stretch mark floppy flapjacks. Cover it up. And please do not lean forward. Ever.
My absolute favorite sighting of the season is the too tiny mini ( dress or skirt). I am a short girl.I get the short skirt thing. But, if you cannot bend over, say three inches, without your cheeks or goods hanging out, don't wear it. I mean, you can't plan on standing straight up all day and you will need to sit down ( oh, the horror). And, forget it if you drop your keys. Ay carumba...your cheeks are peeking out while the "girls" fall out of your top. Which end to you try to cover first? It is a disaster.
Oh, the joys of Spring. Can't wait for summer. Oh, pool and beachside people watching...
Off to buy me a unitard... with a shrug, of course. All class here.
As you know, I enjoy the people watching more than the average Joe, but Spring takes it to a whole new level. A new birth of the innappropriate. I have been blessed to be out and about socially and to be employed at a high school. This combination makes for some fantastic sightings. While some dance on the edge of innappropriate, others seem to think they are dancers. I spotted the rare, overweight, vertically challenged young woman wearing a shorts legnth, black, strapless unitard with a large black belt that hit just below her...gut, Yes, gut. Apparently you to have to " gutsy" to donn the shorts unitard. To her credit, she did have on a hot pink shrug to cover her shoulders.It is all about modesty.
Another favorite sighting involves the male swimsuit. While sitting poolside during Hayden's most recent lesson, I spotted a young man from the swim tean sporting his tiny black Speedo. No problem. Speedos and swim team go together. Except, apparently this fella has grown a bit since last purchasing a Speedo. The deep indentations around his groin and rear make me think that his swimming might be hindered by the Speedo cutting off circulation to lower region. I am not a man ( Stop.Shocking revelation. Rob, did you know?), but I am thinking that you want circulation down there. Size up, dear friend, size up.
The most frequent Spring sighting involves the " girls". " Oh, it is warm out. I MUST show off my breasts. I need not wear a bra. Huzzah!" Yes, tis the season for letting the girls roam free, airing em' out after a long winter of being covered in layers of camis and sweaters. Who can resist a crisp white tee with a " hint" of what is hiding underneath? Umm, me. That goes for the extra extra low cut shirt as well, espicially if your "girls" are extra extra large. ( No, I am, NOT jealous. I like the little "girls" and was recently complimented on how well my bras fit/lift. The compliment did come from a crazy old loon who might possible drink mid-day...hmm. I have digressed.) Unless you are on a field trip to a bad strip club, no one wants to see your big ole stretch mark floppy flapjacks. Cover it up. And please do not lean forward. Ever.
My absolute favorite sighting of the season is the too tiny mini ( dress or skirt). I am a short girl.I get the short skirt thing. But, if you cannot bend over, say three inches, without your cheeks or goods hanging out, don't wear it. I mean, you can't plan on standing straight up all day and you will need to sit down ( oh, the horror). And, forget it if you drop your keys. Ay carumba...your cheeks are peeking out while the "girls" fall out of your top. Which end to you try to cover first? It is a disaster.
Oh, the joys of Spring. Can't wait for summer. Oh, pool and beachside people watching...
Off to buy me a unitard... with a shrug, of course. All class here.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Not So Odd
I love odd numbers. No, even numbers are unlucky. Ok, they freak me out. I know, I know, this is a bit Meshugenah, but it works for me. I require an odd number of kisses from my boys. Same for hugs. M & M's. You get the idea.Thirteen is my lucky number. But , just for this week, I am so digging the number "two".
This Wednesday marks two years since Hayden's most recent surgery, The Fontan. It was quite a rough experience ( feel free to read posts from March and April 2009). Oddly( pun intended), I am feeling a bit emotional this week. Not pull over on the side of the road and meltdown emotional, but emotional, nonetheless. I keep recalling some really horrific moments, but can only seem to see the good in them. The amazing medical staff that helped us fight for Hayden keep popping into my mind. Moments when Hayden accomplished things for the first time seem to win out over watching him gasp for air. I am feeling appreciative of how far he has come in two years and that we have had these two years. Also appreciating that those two years are behind us.
In order to properly honor the two years, I am ( gulp) going to focus on the frighteningly even number "two" and the things I appreciate, in pairs.
1. Two Cardiology check ups a year. ( WOOHOO!)
2. Two visits to the PICU this year. One to drop off Hayden's B-day gifts ( he donated them to kids who were inpatient) . One to bring treats to the PICU staff. Both social calls.
3.Two INR checks a month...most months.
4.Two upcoming airplane trips for Hayden. His first:-)
5. Two weeks at the beach. Hayden's idea...I didn't need any arm twisting.
6. Two (x3) Annual Hayden's Heart Heroes Golf Tournament- Fri. June 24, 2011 ( I know, I cheated. 6th annual)
7.Two TV appearances for our family.
8.Two Lazorchak's participating in the B-more ten miler. Me- 10 miles. Hayden- kids fun run- his very first ( Rob has many other races scheduled, too.).
9.Two boys swimming each week. Loved seeing them in the pool at the same time.
10. Two (to four) hours a day after school with just Hayden.
11.Two parents. My Mom and Dad Rock.
12. Two more parents.Rob's Mom and Dad Rock.
13. Two, more, more parents. Lynn and Dave Rock.
14.Too many friends to name who love and support us as well as our fundraising efforts. Y'all now who you are. It has been a great two years to share in so many good times together.
15. Two wild and crazy fools. Uncle Robot-Chicken and Aunt Jenn.
16. Two sets of Lazorchak Aunts, Uncles and cousins.
17. Two days of every week to spend with my favorite two people in the world.
18.Too many medical staff to name. You amaze me with the work you do, daily. Your guidance and support and frienship has always been so meaningful to us.
19.Two halves of a career. And one half is over!!! ( OK, that one was all about me...but, you know.)
20.Two minutes it takes Hayden and I to walk home from the bus stop. So happy to see each other and share in each other's days.
21.Two AMAZING, ridiculous, loving boys to share my life with. Endless smiles and laughs.
22. Two twos. 22nd. Hayden will turn 7 on June 22nd.It is a date that marks a new beginning for me. On that day, I not only became a Mom, but I became a much different person. The adversity we have faced has been challenging and heart-breaking, at times. But, it has made me a far better person. Hayden is someome I admire, greatly. He lives every single day to the fullest and with a smile. I want to be just like him when I grow up. If I ever grow up.
This Wednesday marks two years since Hayden's most recent surgery, The Fontan. It was quite a rough experience ( feel free to read posts from March and April 2009). Oddly( pun intended), I am feeling a bit emotional this week. Not pull over on the side of the road and meltdown emotional, but emotional, nonetheless. I keep recalling some really horrific moments, but can only seem to see the good in them. The amazing medical staff that helped us fight for Hayden keep popping into my mind. Moments when Hayden accomplished things for the first time seem to win out over watching him gasp for air. I am feeling appreciative of how far he has come in two years and that we have had these two years. Also appreciating that those two years are behind us.
In order to properly honor the two years, I am ( gulp) going to focus on the frighteningly even number "two" and the things I appreciate, in pairs.
1. Two Cardiology check ups a year. ( WOOHOO!)
2. Two visits to the PICU this year. One to drop off Hayden's B-day gifts ( he donated them to kids who were inpatient) . One to bring treats to the PICU staff. Both social calls.
3.Two INR checks a month...most months.
4.Two upcoming airplane trips for Hayden. His first:-)
5. Two weeks at the beach. Hayden's idea...I didn't need any arm twisting.
6. Two (x3) Annual Hayden's Heart Heroes Golf Tournament- Fri. June 24, 2011 ( I know, I cheated. 6th annual)
7.Two TV appearances for our family.
8.Two Lazorchak's participating in the B-more ten miler. Me- 10 miles. Hayden- kids fun run- his very first ( Rob has many other races scheduled, too.).
9.Two boys swimming each week. Loved seeing them in the pool at the same time.
10. Two (to four) hours a day after school with just Hayden.
11.Two parents. My Mom and Dad Rock.
12. Two more parents.Rob's Mom and Dad Rock.
13. Two, more, more parents. Lynn and Dave Rock.
14.Too many friends to name who love and support us as well as our fundraising efforts. Y'all now who you are. It has been a great two years to share in so many good times together.
15. Two wild and crazy fools. Uncle Robot-Chicken and Aunt Jenn.
16. Two sets of Lazorchak Aunts, Uncles and cousins.
17. Two days of every week to spend with my favorite two people in the world.
18.Too many medical staff to name. You amaze me with the work you do, daily. Your guidance and support and frienship has always been so meaningful to us.
19.Two halves of a career. And one half is over!!! ( OK, that one was all about me...but, you know.)
20.Two minutes it takes Hayden and I to walk home from the bus stop. So happy to see each other and share in each other's days.
21.Two AMAZING, ridiculous, loving boys to share my life with. Endless smiles and laughs.
22. Two twos. 22nd. Hayden will turn 7 on June 22nd.It is a date that marks a new beginning for me. On that day, I not only became a Mom, but I became a much different person. The adversity we have faced has been challenging and heart-breaking, at times. But, it has made me a far better person. Hayden is someome I admire, greatly. He lives every single day to the fullest and with a smile. I want to be just like him when I grow up. If I ever grow up.
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