Lisa Michalk

@luxemiaa He was rude and controlling. Run far from him.

I went on a date and ordered a salad and fries. That was my meal. The waiter wrote it down and moved on to him. He asked, “Does the club sandwich come with fries?” The waiter said yes. He said, “Great, I’ll have the club.” Then he looked at the waiter and said, “And you can cancel her fries.” My fries. The fries I had specifically ordered for myself. Canceled without discussion, as if he had full legal authority over my potato decisions. I just sat there staring at him. This man had known me for maybe 20 minutes and was already editing my order. I asked why he did that. He said, “You can just have some of mine.” That was not the point. First of all, I wanted my own fries. Second, I do not want to negotiate over side dishes with a man I barely know. And.,......

@KMCarlsonAuthor Nancy Drew, Madeleine l’engle, CS Lewis Chronicles of Narnia

What book reminds you of childhood? For me it’s Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House on the Prairie series…

@WendyKJ She’s amazing but there are other really good artists. I’m so happy for her as she is so talented. Try Hunter Westbrook, Flatland Cavalry, Lainey Wilson, Wade Bowen, Turnpike Troubadours

I haven’t listened to country music regularly in years because most of it sucks. But, the Dandelion album by Ella Langley is great. She’s going to break some records.

@legalesnupi Congratulations you are almost there! Hang in there! Enjoy the summer!

I’m officially a 3L!!!!! My god that was the worst academic year of my life what the hell?! I was under the impression that 1L was the worst. Nope! Here’s to never ever being a 2L ever again! 🥂

@Junoonyaar layout 1

A Simple Psychological Test Which room do you prefer?

@JonGordon11 A

If you could teach your kids
ONE positive habit first…
which would it be? A) Gratitude B) Positive Self-Talk C) Forgive Fast D) Encourage Others

This devotion resonated with me. It talks about finding joy when things are not great. Hoping I will rejoice when things are going well and also when times are hard. proverbs31.org/read/devotions…

@JoeConchaTV Go Joe Go. Good grief.

This is profoundly dishonest on about 27 levels…

Four straight birdies now 🤪

Who knew I needed a break to see Parker McCollum and Kelly Clarkson chat about playing with King George Strait. I’m grateful she’s from Texas and the more they talked the more she sounded like it. Loved it.

@KatTimpf I’m so very sorry. These words sound so trite and small when I think of all you have gone through in the past year. Please know there are many people praying for you. Everyone that appreciates your funny and insightful take on life is pulling for you in this terrible time.

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.

@Soaringeagle45 1. She looks rode hard and put up wet. 2. He’s too poor to have a pot to piss in 3. she’s crazier than a bed bug 4. madder than a wet hen 5. he’s too big for his britches 6. Fixin to, hankering, cattywampus, livin in high cotton 7. Lord willing and the creek don’t rise

10 sayings you might hear a Southerner say… 1. Y’all 2. Bless your heart 3. I’m so poor, I can’t afford to pay attention 4. She has her nose so high in the air she could drown in a rainstorm 5. Worthless as gum on a boot heel 6. He’s so cheap, he wouldn’t give a nickel to see Jesus riding a bicycle 7. Those pants were so tight, I could see her religion 8. Grinning like a possum eating a sweet tater 9. She could start an argument in an empty house 10. The porch lights on but nobody’s home Add to list 🤣😂

@Ducnghia16 Ann Wilson.

12 𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗩𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 🎤🔥 Who’s your personal #1 from this list?

They are still beautiful!

@KSPrior I feel this is many ways (Especially the aging gracefully with a slightly plump body that won‘t cooperate) The part I do not get: other women not coming to your side and chastising these creepy pseudo-Christian men? I had someone ask why I wear my glasses? TO BE ABLE TO SEE.🤣

How old is old enough? I turned 61 this year. Apparently, it’s not old enough. It’s not old enough to not have my appearance, body, and clothes commented on by men on the internet, total strangers. Read more:

@LindaHamlett19 Happy Mother’s Day! You make a huge difference even if he does not get it now. When you dance with him at his wedding he will.

My son ( who lives with me) hasn’t even acknowledged it’s Mothers Day! I’ve failed!😞

Listening to Jamey Johnson’s In Living Color and it could have been written about my dad and his brother who were raised on a cotton farm. What a great song. The images he creates with his words are so clear it stirs memories of red dirt and my grandparents.

What would I have done without these three sweet boys to love? Being a mother has been an incredible blessing from God.(stinky socks and all)

@ClownWorld Is it Snow White?

Hollywood spent $200 million making a movie nobody asked for with a message nobody wanted. It flopped opening weekend. They blamed racism. They blamed the audience. They blamed social media. Never once thought maybe the movie just wasn’t good. Meanwhile Top Gun 2 made $1.5 billion being unapologetically American 🇺🇸