Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

Old School Blogging

Thursday, September 11th, 2014 by by

I read a beautiful blog called “An Inch of Gray” which is authored by a mother who lost her 12 year old son a couple of years ago in a freak accident. Weston was the exact same age as her son, Jack when the accident happened, and the horror of that event really stuck with me. Anna has handled the whole experience with more beautifully honest and raw grace that I could have mustered in the same situation.

Today she linked up with this blog to do some:

Since I am feeling too lazy and perhaps still anesthetized from my procedure yesterday, I decided to play along.

What is the last thing you watched on TV?
So embarrassing, but it was “The Real World: EX-plosion”. Yes, I am in my mid-forties and still watching reality television on MTV. The premise is so good, though! They did the whole, “seven strangers, picked to live in a house…” and let them do their thing over a 6-week period. Just as they started to bond and of course – hook up(!!) – the producers brought all of their ex-girlfriends/boyfriends back into the house! DRAMA! Just as the title promises, when you put a bunch of horny 20-somethings with limited brain-power and penchants for making bad decisions together in one house….EX-PLOSION. My life is pretty mundane – I gotta live vicariously somewhere. Might as well be on MTV. (more…)


The View From Here… And There

Monday, September 8th, 2014 by by

Friday night I had the great pleasure of reading one of my blog posts aloud, at the 2014 BlogHer Conference in San Jose. My post was chosen, along with eleven other blogger’s work. The writers participated in a live reading called, Voices Of The Year. The post I read is titled “The View From Here,” and I originally ran it on the blog last October. Since Friday’s reading, a number of people have asked me to re-post it. Here it is.

The View From Here

Recently, Mr. Rosenberg was wondering aloud what it might take for him to become a Rabbi. He thought that first he needed to better grasp his world-view before he could counsel others. It made me question my own world view or as I like to think of it, my Miss America platform.


Tomorrow I Will Be Fifty Years-Old

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2014 by by

Tomorrow I will be fifty years-old. Fifty. This amazes me. I can’t quite wrap my mind around it. When I look in the mirror, I often catch myself off guard, expecting to see younger me. Younger me is somewhere in her late thirties, I’m not sure why that age has stuck in my head but she’s the me I look like in my mind.

Because of my dance with drugs and alcohol as a young woman, I never expected to live past twenty-five. After getting sober at twenty-three, I realized that I had no plan, no real concrete goals or any idea of how to get there. As my friends were graduating from college, I left behind my dodgy, short-lived college days and I went to work. I decided to wing it.

In my twenties and thirties, I traveled. I had curly hair and then straight. I enjoyed two careers that were fun and interesting. I spent time with some sweet dogs and cats. I learned to bake bread. I wore dangerous high heels. I made true friends. I had my heart broken. I drove a convertible. I read. I wrote. I stayed sober. They were interesting seasons.

Ten years ago, I met Mr. Rosenberg. Within the year, Bob was on his way. Thanks to an internet dating site and a game changing sushi dinner date in Korea Town, I had managed to stumble into the loves of my life. Now, is my season of motherhood. The soccer games and PTA meetings and wild boys chasing a dog through the house are everything. The tiny moments of folding laundry or helping with homework are lifted up in prayers of gratitude.

I think of a the final scene in Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory. Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka has just told Charlie that he will be inheriting the Chocolate Factory. Charlie is, of course, thrilled. Willy Wonka ends the conversation with, “But Charlie, don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he’d always wanted… He lived happily ever after.”

Tomorrow I will be fifty years-old. I am living my happily ever after.


Camping With Grown-Ups

Wednesday, August 27th, 2014 by by

Camping humor. Classic.
For the last several years my camping trips have all involved our RV and a bear named Yogi.

Over the Memorial Day weekend however, I went camping with grown-ups. In a tent.

When friends of mine from the gym invited a bunch of us to crash their annual Memorial Day camping trip I was all in. Until they mentioned it was an “over-21″ campground. (more…)


Coffee + Me = wheeee!!!!!

Thursday, May 22nd, 2014 by by

I used to make fun of my grandma and grandpa who were as religious about their coffee as my grandma was about Jesus.  When we would go on family road trips, fueling them with coffee was as essential as fueling the car with gas.  There was always a pot brewing in their kitchen – or ours when they would visit.  Their love affair with coffee was cute, yet hard to understand when I was younger.

Life has since schooled me.  I get it now.  Like – I reallllly get it.  Coffee is my BFF.  Just like that graphic says, I would still be in bed were it not for coffee.  The invention of the Keurig stands as the greatest invention in the history of mankind.  I say coffee is more important than the wheel, for without coffee, I would not be able to spend as much time in the car as I do.

This is what my coffee area looks like mid-day.

Some may say I have a problem.

Me?  I say I have found the solution.

The Waiting

Monday, May 5th, 2014 by by

Last weekend after 2 bright, warm, sunny days, I boldly put all of our winter coats and accessories away.  By Tuesday, we had 2-3 inches of snow on the ground.

Today I am soooooo tired of cold, windy, grey weather.  I am soooooo cranky.

So let’s just pretend that it looks like this today.

I Can’t Believe I Actually Had to Say This…

Thursday, February 27th, 2014 by by

I teach 8th grade and every day is a new adventure. While all days are exhausting, most are at least somewhat amusing.

“Colton, please stop drinking sparkling apple juice from an empty chip bag!”

Yep, I actually had to say that today.

You just can’t make this stuff up.

Sidenote: I do have to hand it to the kid. He didn’t have a cup, so he ate all the chips out of the bag, folded the top down and fashioned his own cup. The downside? Sour Cream and Onion Sparkling Apple Juice. Yuck.


Google Me This

Wednesday, January 15th, 2014 by by

So, yeah. I Googled myself. Everyone does that, right? I think? Maybe? (I really ran out of ways to waste time when I was supposed to be folding laundry.) I’m the only Lisa Page Rosenberg that showed up. The first few things I found were expected: this blog, my twitter page, a list of my old jobs on Internet Movie Database, and of course, a photo of me dressed as Princess Leia.

From there I fell into the sphere of The Other Lisa Rosenbergs. What had started as a quick look at my online profile became a search of other people with my name. There is a world full of Lisa Rosenbergs. As I read about them I envisioned the other Lisas and their lives.

I found:
A women’s study professor in Ontario.
A professional piccolo player in Michigan.
A nursing professor in Chicago.
A talk show host in New York.
A former ballerina, now social worker in New Jersey.
An artist in Chicago.
A real estate broker in St. Louis.
An associate chemistry professor in Canada.
An opthalmologist in Chicago.
An ad agency creative director in New York. (more…)

Favorites Lately

Monday, January 13th, 2014 by by

Here are a few things I’ve been loving lately:

1) If you are tired of Pinterest boards that make you feel depressed, inferior and utterly despondent over the lack of chevron in your home decorating, check out this board. It’s called “My Imaginary Well-Dressed Daughter.” It’s penned by a mother of boys who finds the craziest child fashion photos and turns them into hysterical musings about her imaginary daughter, Quinoa. I read every single pin in one sitting and laughed my ass off.
Here’s a sample:

In what could only be described as an existential crisis, Quinoa had some tough, pointed questions about what happens to clothes after they go out of style. #MIWDTD

In what could only be described as an existential crisis, Quinoa had some tough, pointed questions about what happens to clothes after they go out of style.

2) Adam Pally on “The Mindy Project.” “The Mindy Project”, as I’ve already told you (more…)


Tuesday, January 7th, 2014 by by

Saying goodbye to this place.

We’ve just bought a little house. Our first. The bungalow we’ve been renting for the past five years will be someone else’s come March. That all still seems fictional right now. We’re only moving two blocks away, two blocks closer to the park, closer to Desmond, and closer to Felix. So it’s a good two blocks, a happy two. We will still walk to school and keep the same phone number.

This is at once exciting and somewhat bittersweet. I will miss this short, dead end street (more…)