tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post8491627037048237004..comments2023-06-03T07:09:56.883-04:00Comments on Doing My Best: Tell Me a Story (Updated)Doing My Besthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01899668428457343549noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-77610201368589916102016-07-16T16:39:33.314-04:002016-07-16T16:39:33.314-04:00I've saved this post for a while, and since I&...I've saved this post for a while, and since I'm having a godawfull day, maybe finally answering will cheer me up as well. Here's hoping.<br /><br />I'm a general practitioner (in Germany, so bear with me if I misspell or slaughter grammar). Quite a few years ago, a patient of ours ame to us with his wife. She was the patient, he was fine. While waiting for her to be treated, he fell off his chair in the waiting room with a heart attack. What are the f-ing chances to have a heart attack at your doctors office? Crazy. Anyway, I was pretty bew to family practice, having spent the previous 2 years regularly working shifts at a cardio intensive care unit. I treated him according to standard procedure, really very easy, if you know what to do. It always seems like magic to the patients, but it's really not exactly rocket science. His ECG normalized before the paramedics showed up to take him to the hospital, which is obviously a good sign.<br /><br />Fast forward to a few weeks later. My nurses told mme to go to one of my colleagues rooms, because someone wanted to see me. This is very unusual, and since he wasn't my patient directly, I didn't even recognize him ar first. It turns out that pretty much everybody from the paramedics, to the cath lab, to the ICU, to the peripheral ward, to rehab had told him how lucky he was to have gotten such excellent primary care. Again, I don't think I did much except follow procedure, but there you go.<br /><br />He obviously tried to thank ne, but couldn't, tears welling up in his eyes. This 80-something year old man just ended up taking my hand in both of his and bowing to me in tears. Then he walked out without another word.<br /><br />It was one of the most moving moments in 14 years as a doctor, and still keeps me going on rough days 10 years later.<br /><br />Maybe my day isn't so bad, compared to his back then. Thanks for letting me share.MVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11286488455515883424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-1126497658138744112016-06-20T12:43:37.436-04:002016-06-20T12:43:37.436-04:00I don't remember how I found out about the CDP...I don't remember how I found out about the CDP exchanges, but I'm so glad that I got it on it. I've done it twice and have found 2 very rewarding relationships on twitter because of it. I practiced caring for melisdramatic and shrinkingbeth just so that I could be an encouraging voice in their feed and now they're my friends!<br />You are an excellent facilitator of love. You show admirable restraint when sharing about difficult times in your life (I never learned the appropriate boundaries there). I find a kindred spirit in your tweets that just makes me love you more. <br />Good luck fighting the dementors. You rock.Bethanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16156027733447813992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-50174569006855890452016-04-23T22:33:01.453-04:002016-04-23T22:33:01.453-04:00Oh these stories are wonderful!
Here's one:
I...Oh these stories are wonderful!<br /><br />Here's one:<br />I'm one of four girls. We're all in our 40s and 50s now and live all over the country. My mother always talks about how great it would be for all of us to be all together, but that hasn't been possible for well over a decade. So a few years ago the three of us that live too far to drive arranged to fly into the city near our hometown -- with our flights arriving near the same time -- and the one sister who lives nearby picked us all up at the airport and drove us to our family house. My parents only expected that one sister for the weekend. When she went inside the house, the oldest sister ran to the back door and rang the bell, then when my parents were shocked to see that sister, I came in another door. During all this excitement, the sister that lives farthest away, and whom my mother knew would never be able to fly across the country for a weekend, made her way into the kitchen and was just sitting at the table. My parents were speechless! It was awesome and such a wonderful gift for them!Idenanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-64524499208787383362016-01-22T16:03:47.547-05:002016-01-22T16:03:47.547-05:00I'm sorry it's been a rough week! :(
I l...I'm sorry it's been a rough week! :( <br /><br />I love all the kindness stories.<br /><br />The most kind surprise ever bestowed on me was in March of 2013. I had a miscarriage and only told a few internet people initially. Those few Twitter people banded together and sent me the best care package OF ALL TIIIIIME. Chocolate and margaritas and junk food and an Amazon gift card and just...a whole box of love. It helped replace the feeling of loss with love even just for a bit. I still get warm fuzzy feelings when I think of how loved I felt in that moment.Ashleyhttp://ourlittleapartment.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-71608315132535650972016-01-12T10:03:46.284-05:002016-01-12T10:03:46.284-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Doing My Besthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01899668428457343549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-32853539228630681212016-01-10T23:01:05.564-05:002016-01-10T23:01:05.564-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.momof3https://www.blogger.com/profile/10285322298864755126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-45402525842432887222016-01-10T23:00:56.560-05:002016-01-10T23:00:56.560-05:00I have 2 stories: 14 years ago 2 of my daughters (...I have 2 stories: 14 years ago 2 of my daughters (5 & 3) &I were involved in a horrific car accident. My 3 year old had a severe traumatic brain injury and spent 1p days in the PICU and was transferred to an inpatient rehabilitation hospital. We spent Christmas there and a friend I hadn't seen in a number of years delivered a lovely meal for us. <br /><br />7 years ago, we had a small kitchen fire which caused a lot of smoke damage and made the major living areas,of our house uninhabitable until it could be thoroughly cleaned and relaired. Friends of ours invited us to their home for a lovely home cooked meal.momof3https://www.blogger.com/profile/10285322298864755126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-15533842578853477632016-01-10T22:02:52.549-05:002016-01-10T22:02:52.549-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Marcyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03334283552080882052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-77574324863971728542016-01-10T22:01:37.032-05:002016-01-10T22:01:37.032-05:00I'm so sorry about your friend and your week.
...I'm so sorry about your friend and your week.<br /><br />I don't have much mental energy to write up stories right now, but I have lots and your CDP package would make the list. Here's one I've written down, as part of this post:<br /><br />http://quettandil.blogspot.com/2012/07/marian-call.html?m=0<br /><br />"I was talking with [Marian Call] on twitter several months ago to arrange a physical copy of Got to Fly for a sister of mine in Hawaii, who didn't have the internet speed to download it herself. I could've paid for the download and shipped it out, but I thought I'd see if Marian Call had a magical office worker bee who could do it, and she did. I agreed to pay a little bit for her time. And then... March happened. So as we were finishing up the details, I told her "And one last thing: just received very very bad news this morning, and your music is helping, as usual. Thank you!" At which point she said, "Don't worry about the cost, it's on me." I explained that my bad news wasn't affecting my sister, who was going to be paying me back anyway, but she still gave the CD away for free.<br /><br />This really touched me, possibly more than anything anyone else did or said at that time. It wasn't much perhaps, but the fact that she'd do it, as a stranger who had no idea at all what my bad news was about? It meant something, at least to me."Marcyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03334283552080882052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-80128796845669667422016-01-08T20:59:19.300-05:002016-01-08T20:59:19.300-05:00One time I had an internet friend who liked to buy...One time I had an internet friend who liked to buy chocolate chips on sale and keep them in her freezer. (Probably because she's so generous about sending baked goods and other things to people!) Unfortunately, though, she was moving across the country and the chocolate chips couldn't come. So I flippantly said I'd take them and a few days later THEY SHOWED UP AT MY DOOR. An entire flat-rate shipping box full of chocolate chips! I put them in my deep freeze and, since I try not to bake too much lest I double my weight, they lasted over two years and every single time I saw them I thought of her. I still, in fact, think of her every time I buy chocolate chips.Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16261907052119379241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-5716477014237811912016-01-08T17:42:57.068-05:002016-01-08T17:42:57.068-05:00I'm on a private message board with about a do...I'm on a private message board with about a dozen ladies who all met on the Knot hinty billion years ago. One of the girls lived in England until just a few years ago, but would come to Ohio sometimes to visit her husband's family. In 2008 I made plans to go visit her while she was there, but then secretly arranged for four other friends from our group to meet us. She had no idea! Her husband was in on it, so we had him bring her to meet me at a restaurant, but then we were all there waiting. It was great! It was the first time she got to meet the other four in person. velocibadgergirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284169501055131574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-12342923346638889432016-01-08T17:33:28.484-05:002016-01-08T17:33:28.484-05:00I keep coming back to read the new comments. They ...I keep coming back to read the new comments. They are so wonderful. <br /><br />I thought of another one-- I'm one of four kids and one year I felt inspired to rally my siblings to give my parents a very different kind of Christmas gift. We were all home for Christmas with our spouses and kids, and I told my parents that we wanted to decorate the tree late Christmas Eve to surprise them and the kids. In the previous months, I asked my siblings to send me their 20-30 favorite memories of growing up, and I printed them on fancy paper and cut them all out and put a string on them. We decorated the tree with all of our favorite memories. When my parents got up on Christmas they were confused at first (it wasn't the most beautiful looking tree, covered in tiny bits of paper) but when they started reading and got what it was....it was so beautiful. They both stood there and read them all and just cried and cried (as did all of us). It was a really really special thing.kathleenicanrahhttp://twitter.com/kathleenicanrahnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-74472078921842519682016-01-08T16:08:36.271-05:002016-01-08T16:08:36.271-05:001) One time a family member whom I see maybe once ...1) One time a family member whom I see maybe once or twice a year mailed me a necklace that my late grandmother had given her, along with a very nice multi-page letter with stories about my grandmother. It was such a nice thing to do and so unexpected!<br /><br />2) When I went to college, I moved several hours away from home and I was SO, SO homesick. One day during my first semester I got a huge (and I mean HUGE) care package from some relatives with books, games, art supplies, room decorations, and all kinds of other things. Opening it was seriously like Christmas morning--just when I'd think I'd unpacked everything, I'd find something else hiding at the bottom of the box! It had come at exactly the right time and it made me so happy.<br /><br />3) A year or so ago I had to go on a very long drive, and my aunt bought me an assortment of snacks for the road. (Seriously, do I have the nicest relatives or what?) After the trip, she casually asked me which of the snacks had been my favorite, and I told her that there had been a bag of fancy popcorn I'd especially enjoyed. A few days later, I received a box in the mail with probably six or seven bags of the exact same popcorn! It got me through many late-night snack cravings in the future.<br /><br />4) This is such a small thing that I almost feel silly including it, but it made me happy. One time a girl at the childcare place I work at asked me if we could make smoothies during free time. I could tell she thought I was going to say no, but I got to blow her mind by saying yes! (It was a slow day and we had some fruit in the kitchen that was about to go bad anyway.) She absolutely lit up--you would have thought I'd just offered to buy her a pony. It was so fun to make her day like that, AND we both got to enjoy a delicious smoothie!The Awktopushttp://theawktopus.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-57250409506725728372016-01-08T14:34:54.685-05:002016-01-08T14:34:54.685-05:00Another/a new one! This morning I had a terrible h...Another/a new one! This morning I had a terrible headache and couldn't stand the thought of music circle time at the play centre with friends. When my friend heard why we weren't going she insisted I drop the girls for our friends to collectively watch at the play centre and go home to nap for a few hours! I picked them up tired and fed and ready for naps a little while ago. <br />It really is the little things!Jaclyn/AttacJacnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-84143088658753770892016-01-08T12:54:27.938-05:002016-01-08T12:54:27.938-05:00My second son was born 5 weeks early in an emergen...My second son was born 5 weeks early in an emergency c section. It was early August and we have a 3/4 acre yard. I had been on bed rest for several weeks and we had a preschooler, so not much yard work was getting done. My husband is pretty particular about how our yard works, but things fall apart, ya know. During the three days I was in the hospital our neighbors came over & picked up dog poop, mowed, weed wacked the fence line from both sides, and got it all ship-shape.<br /><br />I have a pro-bono divorce client whose kids are in the same grades as mine. Every so often I send in double the field trip fee & ask that it be applied to her kids. Sometimes the teachers come back and say her kids are already paid for, but could they use it for another child whose parents don't have field trip $. Once I got a very nice thank you note from a mom who really appreciated the surprise paid for field trip. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06655779061173009120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-53900784278796942572016-01-08T12:09:20.630-05:002016-01-08T12:09:20.630-05:00I've had a rough couple of days - my anxiety h...I've had a rough couple of days - my anxiety has been running rampant; my husband has been traveling.<br /><br />Today, I woke up and felt better. And then I met a friend for our morning walk. She handed me a small package, telling me she meant to give it to me for my birthday a week ago. It was a set of Guatemalan worry dolls. Even better, the dolls are a tiny Nativity set - she remembered from conversation we had back in November - that I collect small Nativities. (One way I carve out a place for my faith.)Painless Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02729141184052264484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-53267028721181439502016-01-08T09:28:59.386-05:002016-01-08T09:28:59.386-05:00I was going through a really, really challenging t...I was going through a really, really challenging time just before my wedding. My job had broken me, leaving me in a spiral of anxiety and misery, and I was afraid I had thrown away the career I had worked so hard to build, destined to become a burden on my soon to be husband. Not my finest hour. <br /><br />One of my best friends lives in London and, as much as we chatted and planned visits, I still missed her terribly. I was very much looking forward to seeing her at the wedding, though I knew it would be too busy for quality catching up time. <br /><br />My bridal shower was at my mom's house a couple of months before the wedding. I was looking forward to seeing family and friends, and so grateful for the efforts everyone had made just for me, but deep down, I was a little sad to be without about half of my bridesmaids. (We had a flurry of new babies, plus distance issues.) <br /><br />The night before the shower, I was hanging out with my parents and Kev; I think he was assembling their new patio furniture or something. My sister had gone to dinner with a friend and we were waiting for her to come home. She came in and had a bottle of the disgusting "champagne" my London friend and I used to buy each other to celebrate things when we were broke law students and said that my friend had asked her to pick it up for me to celebrate the big day. We all laughed and I picked up my phone to text her, but then there she was, standing there with a MUCH better bottle of champagne. I don't even remember what she said, I was too busy flying across the kitchen to hug and weep all over her. I could still cry just thinking about it! It was the most perfect gift, at the most perfect time. <br /><br />Love to you!katydidnothttp://katydidnotblog.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-77246566434804872432016-01-08T07:45:56.979-05:002016-01-08T07:45:56.979-05:00This just happened to me today. I am feeling super...This just happened to me today. I am feeling super bad and sad about my church right now, and I got a random email from a friend, thanking me for leading song time with the preschoolers. I only do it 2x per month, and I don't really LOVE it, but I CAN do it, and they need help, so I do it. But her well-timed email made me feel known and appreciated, which is the exact opposite of what I've been experiencing lately. I haven't responded yet because I tear up when I try. It was such the right thing at the right time, and she didn't even KNOW. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-49565978777148202302016-01-08T07:01:34.237-05:002016-01-08T07:01:34.237-05:001) Blood donors. Both my son and dad have had...1) Blood donors. Both my son and dad have had transfusions, and I donate as often as I can.<br /><br />2) My midwife hugged me and THANKED me after delivering my son. Yes, I know it’s her job, but in the minutes and hours immediately following birth, she treated me with so much love and tenderness. She rubbed lotion on my hairy legs!<br /><br />3) Nine years ago this week, my dad was diagnosed with cancer and had surgery to remove his kidney in the big hospital an hour away from my hometown and spent several days in the hospital. The day before his surgery, my aunt died very unexpectedly. It was a horrible week. When we returned home from the long stay at the hospital, my other aunt was waiting for us and had prepared a meal of chicken and noodles and mashed potatoes for our supper. No meal has comforted me more since. I can recall so many kindnesses from that time – the neighbor who cleared snow from my parents’ huge driveway (it made my dad cry, since he was the one who usually took care of the other neighbors, and that’s what paying it forward looks like), the strangers who checked on me after I drove my car into a soybean field after hitting a patch of ice, the friends who got together and sent my family frozen meals from Omaha steaks.<br /><br />4) When I was failing miserably at pumping and nursing my brand new newborn, my mother hand washed all of those godforsaken breast pump parts after every nursing session.<br /><br />-Kimberly B.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-44775393649502442172016-01-08T01:28:03.891-05:002016-01-08T01:28:03.891-05:00My Uncle was recently admitted to ICU with a major...My Uncle was recently admitted to ICU with a major infection and had a trach tube placed. He's slowly getting better and as of this week is conscious but he still can't talk because of the tube. Anyway, the other day I went to visit and he slowly and carefully spelt out using his letter board "pregnancy makes you beautiful". It was lovely coming from my cynical, priest uncle especially as I was nervous he'd be upset I have chosen not to marry before we have the baby. Clarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16822840707614739779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-86502602226954902582016-01-08T01:02:22.746-05:002016-01-08T01:02:22.746-05:00Many years ago, a co-worker (with three kids and a...Many years ago, a co-worker (with three kids and a husband) mentioned to all of us that they would probably have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for Thanksgiving because money was so tight. When I shopped for my Thanksgiving dinner, I got double of everything including the turkey. The store had some kind of promotion and the turkey was actually free. I took the bags to her house and left them on the porch. The dog that usually barked and carried on at every leaf that blew by didn't even wimper. After Thanksgiving, she told everyone how these bags of groceries were mysteriously left on her porch -and the dog didn't even bark. She had no idea where they had come from. It was so much fun, except I couldn't tell anyone it was me!@mamabagelsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-74913281026843133192016-01-07T22:26:35.775-05:002016-01-07T22:26:35.775-05:00Backstory: One of the places I worked had a progra...Backstory: One of the places I worked had a program for employees of 5+ years or more to apply to get $5,000 to help fund a "dream" (i.e. one guy went to Poland to trace his family tree, one guy went to swim in the bioluminescent bay in puerto rico, one lady went to Peru on a knitting tour). Anyone could apply and they gave out two "dreams" each summer.<br /><br />So, my boss then was a mentor and someone I had known since I was in college and she ALWAYS talked about how she wanted take ballet classes again. She did ballet for 14 years then gave it up when a (horrible) teacher said she was too tall to be a REAL ballet dancer when she was trying out for the Nutcracker. She hit the 5 years of work mark and applied for the dream gift, saying she would see the Nutcracker in NYC and Chicago then take a year of ballet lessons and try out for the local symphony + ballet nutcracker... she didn't get it. So she started taking lessons on her own and after 3 months scored a part as a "party guest" in the local production. We all went to see her. <br /><br />The next year she applied for the dream gift again and was again turned down (the committee wanted her to "dream bigger"). She was so disappointed. With 2 young kids she felt she couldn't keep doing her lessons and remain fiscally responsible. So I contacted everyone I could that knew her (she was a great mentor to SO MANY people and I was able to sent requests to about 50 people) and asked them to contribute to her ballet dreams. I was able to collect nearly $800 - we got her a gift certificate to cover 6 months of lessons, another GC for ballet wear/shoes, an amazing Nutcracker ornament with a photo from her first performance, and cash that she could use for babysitting during her class times. I wrapped it all up in a toe shoe box that was wrapped with toe shoe ribbons, with a note that said "next year, the Chinese Dance!"<br /><br />She was FLOORED - first at the gift then at all the names and notes from the people who contributed to it. And you know what? That year she WAS in the Chinese Dance scene! (under a dragon, but STILL - she did it!) This was about 10 years ago, she's still dancing today, has been in 6 or 7 Nutcracker performances, and every christmas she sends me a picture of that ornament and thanks me again. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-32296174161750817052016-01-07T21:54:42.477-05:002016-01-07T21:54:42.477-05:00When I was about 19ish (18 maybe?), I took a job t...When I was about 19ish (18 maybe?), I took a job tree planting out east. I was a university student, had no money and borrowed enough from my parents for a flight out there (one way). Anyway, the job went poorly, I quit after a month and had to borrow more money from my parents to get home. It was complicated (greyhound, then flight) and I couldn't get a flight the night I got into the larger city I was flying out of so I planned to sleep over night in the airport before my flight. Except, I didn't realize it wasn't a 24hr airport. But, no problem; I decided when I arrived and realized the airport was closed already, that I would sleep in the bus station. Except, it wasn't 24hrs either. I called my mom and told her my predicament, letting her know I would figure something out. A lady dropping her son off overheard me talking and offered me her guest room overnight. She took me home, cooked me dinner and breakfast, made me call my parents and tell them where I was, took me sightseeing quickly in the morning and then to the airport for my flight. I was so very thankful for her kindness that night. Dalzielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06221408798168383395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-85252600209227857922016-01-07T21:33:44.942-05:002016-01-07T21:33:44.942-05:00Oh, oh, I thought of another one. I was having my ...Oh, oh, I thought of another one. I was having my final baby, by c-section, and the hospital asked if two EMT trainees could sit in on it. And I said yes, because the more the merrier. And one of them was a young guy who basically did his best to stay upright through the whole thing. And the other was a youngish woman who held my hand and talked to me during the epidural, making me think, "Hey, why don't they always have a Talker/Hand-Holder for this, because this is SO MUCH NICER?," and stayed near me during the c-section prep (Me: "Am I...exposed?" Her: "You were for a minute, but now they've got you covered up again---and [the young guy] closed his eyes!"). And after it was all over and I was back in my room, a nurse brought a gift bag of crossword puzzle books and candy bars and a teddy bear from the girl EMT trainee, thanking me for letting her be in on it and congratulating me on the baby. It was super, super, super touching to me, and almost 9 years later I'm still thinking of her.Swistlehttp://www.swistle.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5948053377584888121.post-89015280723280411932016-01-07T19:41:08.325-05:002016-01-07T19:41:08.325-05:00Just a few weeks ago, I was tired and stressed and...Just a few weeks ago, I was tired and stressed and just trying to get through the day and get the kids fed and into bed so I could go to bed and it was just a bad day all around. In an effort to at LEAST make dinner survivable, I took the kids to the McDonalds drive thru for a quick, easy treat dinner. I ordered the usual kids meals and even splurged for the McFlurries (a very rare treat) in an effort to just finish the day on a good note. Well, when I pulled ahead to pay the very nonchalant teenager at the window mumbled, "The person ahead of you paid for your meal and said 'Happy Holidays'." It took me a minute to register what happened! I actually blurted out, "But they don't KNOW ME!" The teenager just shrugged and said, "Um, it's paid. Next window." I was so shocked by this sweet, anonymous gesture that I burst into tears! The poor kid at the window had no clue what to do with my outburst and the look on his face was priceless. Middle aged mom with kids in a minivan crying over a free meal?!? Anyway, I did pay it forward this week and the face of the shocked, confused man behind me gave me a laugh, and made me feel better about being so weird when a stranger did something nice for me! -LisaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com