Introducing The Boo Bees!

Susan G. Komen 3-Day For The Cure

As many of your know, I am beginning to actively fundraise and train to do the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure here in Dallas/Fort Worth in November. In a few weeks my team, The Boo Bees (thank you KDGE’s Jessie for coming up with our team name) and we would like to incorporate a Silent Auction piece into this party.

Details will follow later about the party and everyone and anyone is invited to come out and contribute. We will have a popular Dallas DJ there for everyone to get their groove on, and I hope to finalize a very cool venue for the party today.

If you, or anyone, has items or services they would like to donate for the silent auction, please let me know. Remember, all the proceeds with go to Susan G. Komen and you will be able to take your goods and/or services off as a tax write off. In addition, our team members will be wearing special t-shirts every day of our walk and if you contribute your time, goods, or services, we will incorporate your business name onto our shirts and talk about how great you are!

Please email me if you are able to donate anything, and thank you!

Follow my journey http://www.the3day.org/goto/lisamagee

Another Turning Point A Fork Stuck In The Road...

I can't believe tomorrow is my daughter's last day of elementary school. I've never been a weepy mom. I didn't have any issues when I dropped her off at day care at 6 weeks old. I didn't shed a tear as I took her into her first day of kindergarten and went on to work. I've always felt I've had a healthy separation with my own identity and my identity as a mom.

Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go...

But I look back at the last five years and I know we've been through a lot. She's been to 3 different schools and this one is now the one she wants to stay with. Even though this isn't my choice of where to live, I know that right now is about her. She's in a good school district, I know the kids and the parents around here - who to gravitate her toward and who to keep her away from.

So make the best of this test and don't ask why.

We've lived in two houses, lost a grandmother, gained a husband and a father, lost a husband. The last five years have been filled with happiness and sadness, successes and failures, and lots of lessons learned not only for her, but also for me.

It's not a question but a lesson learned in time.

And now...in less than 24 hours, she will be in middle school. She'll no longer be a kid but will be embarking on the Tween and then Teen stage. I find myself choked up just thinking about it...for weeks! It's shocking really, to find myself in the role of teary-eyed mom. I think I'm not choked up just because this is the end of that innocent child part of her life, but because she has no limit to what she can do or be. Her possibilities are limitless and for that, I'm so excited for her. I'm excited to see where she goes.

It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

I feel so hopeful for her and we have been through so many trials in the past five years. This year she has excelled my hopes for her and I even dare to think the goals she set for herself. I'm so proud of this person who has already blown all the goals she aims for out of the water. She has amazingly high standards for herself and is uncompromising or maybe just hard-headed.

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind.

This person I brought into this world surprises me and leaves me in awe so often. She is smart and funny. She has her own ideas of what she does and does not want to do and so far, hasn't let anyone sway her differently very often.

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.

I stand aside and try not to embarrass her and cry when I think of where we've been and where she's going and I can't believe how lucky I am to have her in my life. How amazing and proud I am of the person she has become to this point and the direction she seems to be going.

Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.

Her parents did not take the most direct path to where they are now and I watch her and learn from her and know, she will seek out her own path but I can already tell she will pave that path with her determination and will hoepfully learn from my mistakes.

For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

Although I don't regret any place I've been or where I've came from to arrive at my destination, I know she will work harder and get to her place so much sooner than I did and I can only hope that I give her the map and tools she needs to get there.

It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

I'm not one of those moms that makes her children her life and is constantly talking or showing photos of Scar to others. But this week...today...and tomorrow, I am so proud to be her mom. I'm so thankful to be part of her life and watch this cool, funny, beautiful person bloom. She challenges me. She questions me. She makes me crazy and she brings me so much joy.

She's Broken

There once was a girl, who carried her heart in her pocket,
She thought that was a safe place for it.

But her heart wasn’t any safer there…
Every time someone touched her, the heart would break
Sometimes she got away from the crowd…
Used the small bottle of glue to put in back together.

As time has passed, she’s grown older
Her heart no longer goes together the way it used to
Pieces that once were broken have been lost;
There are holes that the light shines through.

Her small bottle of glue is running dry,
And though she seeks to fill this magic bottle…
She longs to put herself back together again…

But wonders if there will ever be enough glue.

Scars...Rewritten

There's a faint scar below her left eye
With time, it's healed, the line is now faint
So long ago...she once—just briefly—hoped she'd die.

She tells no one how she got it
That cold November morning when the gasket blew
Did she only survive by her wit?
Knowing all would finally get what's due.

She knows we all have scars
In this world where perfection rules
All the bad things are tucked away in jars
And those that wear them proudly...are freaks and fools.

So many pretend that they don't have scars...
That everything thing is perfect and "dreamy"
As long as they don't discuss their wars
Or tell the stories of past days that were gloomy 

And even though she doesn't tell her sad story
She listens intently to others tales of woe
Hangs on to every word...especially the gory
It's reassuring to hear that others once survived their foes.