Lisa Lisa

@explodingwalrus I attempted to “log back in”.. gave the only ph.# ever associated with my acct & it opened a “NEW” acct for me..& I can’t access my old one?! 😕

seems back up and working again now

Anybody else just been logged out of Facebook messenger and can't log back in? Unknown error

@KatTimpf Ohh Kat, there are no words strong enough to ease your pain, I know. 😞 I am truly so sorry, from the bottom of my heart! I lost my Daddy 12 years ago, he was 71..& very unexpectedly also. Your Son has the Fiercest Guardian Angel.. Hugs to you. ❤️‍🩹

My seemingly healthy, strong father Daniel “Dad Timpf” Timpf died very unexpectedly on the evening of May 7 at just 69 years old.   It does not seem like enough to simply call him my father, because he was so much more than that. He was my rock, my hero and my best friend. He was loyal, funny, kind, selfless, hard-working, and so devoted to his children that it was impossible to be near him and not find yourself inspired. He was a writer, a painter, a sailor, and somehow knowledgeable on every subject from world history to literature to accounting. He was the most dependable person anyone has ever met. I always felt like, as long as I had his phone number, there was not a problem I could not solve. I needed him here with me; I am not okay, and I am far from the only person who feels this.   The birth of my son in February 2025, his first grandchild, was supposed to be a happy new beginning for our family. A family that had been already once devastated by an untimely loss: the loss of my mother Anne Marie to a rare disease in 2014 just a matter of weeks after her diagnosis.   The joy of my son’s birth was, of course, complicated by my also very unexpected breast cancer diagnosis just a matter of hours before going into labor with him. During this time, my dad did what he did best, which was to save the day. As soon as he heard about my diagnosis, he simply got into the car and started driving to New York -- making it through the tunnel just as my  son was born…on the day that happened to be his own birthday, as well.   In the tumultuous time of a simultaneous new cancer diagnosis and new baby, my dad was the sole reason for our stability, rushing in to help care for our son, and returning to do so again for my double mastectomy, reconstructive surgery, and any time that we ever needed him. It was an awful, awful year… but I found so much joy and hope throughout it by watching the beauty of a very special relationship form between my son and my father. This horrible thing that was happening was creating such a very special bond between the two of them -- almost making the terrible thing worth it -- and I was so excited to see how that bond would grow.   The bond was of top priority for my father, who visited from Michigan often. I saw him last on the Monday before he died, and my son was so proud to help his grandfather push his suitcase down to the car as he left. The goodbyes were quick. Why wouldn’t they be? We would all see each other again at the beginning of June, when we would all head to Texas for my shows and to see my grandpa. We wanted to make sure that my son could spend as much time as he could with his great-grandfather. He is, after all, 93.   I was certainly not over the trauma of my cancer or having to amputate the breasts I so badly wanted to feed my son with, but the one thing I could always count on to get me through my worst moments was seeing my son’s and my father’s faces light up when they saw each other, be it during the visits or our routine morning and bedtime FaceTime calls.   That is, at least, until I had to hear over the phone from a doctor I had never met in an emergency room in the same town up north that I’d previously announced to my father that I was pregnant that my dad was dead; I would never see him again, and neither would my son. It would turn out that last year was not the hard one, after all. Rather, it was the one I would now do anything to relive. I would amputate my breasts every year just to be able to speak with him one more time, even for five minutes.   I am currently living an unimaginable horror. For many people, this is a tragic story. For me, it’s my life. I do not know how I will recover from it. I only know that I have to for the sake of what is left of my family.

@JaneThomascons @DrHoosierHermit @MrsErikaKirk @TheOfficerTatum @universityofga @JDVance

@DrHoosierHermit @MrsErikaKirk @TheOfficerTatum @universityofga @JDVance Did even big donors have now come out calling the Charlie wanted Erika to take over is bullshit

I was so looking forward to tonight’s event at the @universityofga with our Vice President @JDVance, but after all our family has been through, I take my security team’s recommendations extremely seriously. Thank you to our amazing Georgia chapter for your support. God bless you all!

@atensnut Omg this is great!! 😂🤣🤣

OMG!! Bee Gees without music 😂😂😂

I just needed to vent after tonight's #SOTU address. Because the main takeaway is simple and undeniable.

@KarluskaP Excellent share Karli! Power mover! I found a part 2

This was written by someone, not me. But sums it up pretty well, what was she thinking? I’m a mother, so I’m going to comment right now. I will say this exactly the way a mother thinks it, raw, direct, and without pretending this is complicated. A 37-year-old woman. Three kids. Middle of a work week. The father of those children is dead. She is the parent left. The one job she has above every cause, every protest, every headline, is getting home to her kids. And what is she doing instead? She’s out of state (other reports claim she lives there), in the street, in her car, blocking federal agents who are doing their job. Not alone! Her partner is right there filming her like this is some brave little documentary moment. Around them: sirens blaring, people yelling, pure chaos, manufactured chaos, so agents can’t do their lawful duty. Her window is down. She hears the orders. She understands the orders. She ignores the orders. Then she puts the car in reverse. Still doesn’t comply. Then she puts it in drive, NOT park! She moves forward into the agent. That’s not “confusion.” That’s not “panic.” That’s decision after decision after decision. Now put yourself in the agent’s shoes for half a second. A driver is already in an unlawful act! refusing commands in a hostile, chaotic scene, and now that driver uses a vehicle to move toward you. You get a split second. You don’t get the luxury of “Maybe she’s just stressed.” You have to assume the worst, you have to think of protecting other people like the partner at the window, because if you assume the best and you’re wrong, you don’t go home or someone else. So the agent fires after she makes an intentional and aggressive move toward him, because he has no idea what her intentions are, and she just demonstrated she’s willing to escalate. Now… imagine her three kids. At school. Sitting there like any other day. Not knowing their mother is out playing street-hero games for criminals in the middle of a work week, with the two adults responsible for them! She didn’t think about them. She didn’t think, “If I get arrested, who picks my babies up?” She didn’t think, “If I get hurt, who raises them?” She didn’t think, “If I die, they have nobody.” She thought about protecting criminals. She thought about interfering with federal agents. She thought about the camera. She thought about the crowd. She thought about the moment. There is no amount of evidence, money, tears on TV, or news spin that can make this make sense. As a mother: NOTHING about this makes sense. At minimum, she knew her actions could get her arrested. At minimum. And she still chose it. She chose strangers. She chose chaos. She chose lawlessness. Make it make sense, because the only thing I see is three kids who just got abandoned by the only parent they had left, not by accident… but by a series of deliberate choices.

@BrothersVRandom @realkodybrown @YouTube @FOXTV @SpecialForces @realkodybrown Hi Kody, I’m watching the Jackson Barrett car show w/ my Hubby & he tells me it’s in Scottsdale, AZ. Just wondering if you’ve ever been & if so, what did you think? 😊 Thanks in advance. ☮️

A Kingdom of Conscience | Kingdom of Heaven 20th Anniversary | Ep. 150 youtu.be/bT1wKdDGUOc?si… via @YouTube @realkodybrown #Podcasts @FOXTV @SpecialForces #Philosophy #movie #MovieNight #film #YouTube #tv #Brothers #BibleStudy #Bible #entertainment #SisterWives #SisterWivesTLC

Ok this one has me howling 😂

A message from the 1980s: “You know the 80s miss you, right?”

@irishtom1967 @davidcoverdale Came here to say this! R.I.P Ozzy🦇🖤

@davidcoverdale "Mama, I'm coming home...with my penis!". 🙌

Go On!!!

@davidcoverdale Baby come back… with my Penis ( snicker snicker ) 🫣🤭🤣

EX-CDC Director blows the whistle! They lied. And Canadians fell for this shit. 🤦🏻‍♂️🇨🇦

@KatTimpf @KatTimpf You look more Beautiful than ever!! I can’t imagine what it’s like to be publicly judged by so many, but you handle it with grace! Motherhood clearly agrees with you..& at the end of the day, it’s what matters most! ❤️

I can assure you the confidence you see is a hard-earned rebellion against negative thoughts that try to keep me down, especially given the many drastic changes in my body over the past year. It’s ok if you don’t like me though. I’ve been through worse. Take care ❤️

Whatever happened to Project 2025?? 🤣😭 “Do y’all remember Project 2025? Democrats, the crazy Liberal Left in the biased media, all of you have stopped talking about Project 2025 as if it never existed!” 🔥👇🏼