Clouds and Sunshine....

Friday was FULL of sunshine and a very hot shop-So hot, that all I could dream of was hopping in the little boat and heading out into the harbour.  Happy as two clams just cruising around.  Sometimes quiet, and sometimes music filling our ears.
We decided on a cocktail or two at Captain Jacks.

But first.....this sunset-

Captain Jack's-Sunset Beach-We landed at the only two seats left open at the bar, which is rare....seriously super super rare. Which leads me to convince you on why I decided it was a good idea to keep ordering dirty martini's-JOKE-----> What's the difference between martini's and boobs?  One's not enough, and three's too many- boom.  That joke right there is what bit me in the ass super hard.

Saturday morning we woke to a gloomy sky, and a cold front on the water.  I'd pull myself together to juice organic OJ for Kali.  She was on her way home! After arriving with her friend Julia, we got caught up, and spent the rest of the afternoon on the dock. 

Saturday afternoon our neighbors pulled us out to their friends pad/dock.  Where everyone was "sotally tober".  And man....talk about a reality check.  
Ever been sober and all those around you are repeating themselves and talking super close to the point that you've backed up so far you can't move anymore?  ya, like that.  And when you are hungry, and shark week is ready to debut for the week, you do all you can to not lose your shit.  So you sip red wine that you really don't like, but remember that your friends and new friends are just being silly like you were the night before.

bam.


Sunday morning we decided a walk down to Harry's was a good plan....

Walked on the boardwalk down. Returned on the sand.  

How was your weekend little lovers?


Are your birdies home for Spring Break or did they flee already...?

I know one thing for sure....my bathroom is already showing signs of our littlest. 

And I won't get started on her room.


Big love to you all, and best wishes for a great kick ass week.

Full moon in plain sight for this coming weekend.....so as you feel the pull.....don't lose your shit k?

K.

Besides....

"Hippity Hoppity, Easter's on it's way".......................

xoxo

Love,

Lisa Lynn.

Another Week Another Friday.

Had a nice dinner with this dude last night.  I tell ya, there's silly that runs through our blood, and he is his Mama's child.  Time spent together at work every day is certainly worth it's fill. But to hang out away, dining on yummy food, and sipping a good cold brew is what defines the word "lucky" for me.  

And if you're anything like us, you LOVE Friday's- 

It's a hotty out today, and we hear throughout the weekend.  Be safe, stay hydrated, and don't forget your animals.  Water your flowers, and water your soul.

I get to love on our girl.....eeeeeekkkk!

Do what makes your heart full. Even if it's curled up reading your favorite book.


Remember this:

"The first to apologize is the bravest. The first to forgive is the strongest.  The first to forget is the happiest"

Sometimes in life you have to take the higher road.  And sometimes you have to move on and let go of the grudges. 

Go try and have some fun. Smile at a stranger. Kindness matters-

Love wins over hate.  Love also wins over greed.

Love you all, 

this mama lisa lynn  

From Your Big.

The other day Bill and I were discussing the whole sorority thing.  How one moment we are making her as comfortable as possible at her new domain.  Just settling in, and trying to shake the urge to drive home at any given chance.  How she mentioned to us that during the second semester there would hopefully be change. 
Change in a way of more acceptance.  New friends, new horizons, less obsessions with anchors holding her down--. 

We also discussed how we really never comprehended the whole sorority/fraternity thing.  If I'm being completely honest, I thought of them as one.big.party.  I imagined guys doing keg stands, girls partaking in that same keg stand ritual. I imagined drunk girls holding each others pony tails as they puked into some random planter, or a filthy frat house bathroom.  I imagined girls dressed scantily while prancing from one party to the other.  You get my drift right?

What I didn't understand was the sisterhood that these sororities are really all about.  That your "well being" and spirit stays alive through accountability, and respect.  That morals are driven even further than what you have already been taught.  There is SO much more behind the scenes.  And if you're a good girl, well even better....it makes you drive harder, and better.

That those girls you "rushed" to be part of, are really what you like.  They have your same style. Whether that's clothes, music, accessory.  They are you.  You feel it.  They listen to you.  They keep you out, but they keep you in check.  They keep you together when the world feels like it's falling to pieces.  They make sure you know your worth, and they make sure you know that education, beauty, hard work, and fun can be all together in one big basket. 

She's truly found a large group of girls that have given her the push she needed to feel REALLY welcomed at CSUSM.  They share food, stories, tears, and now huge hugs.  Her trips home have diminished, and for that, I at times feel a tad bit sad.  Nothing makes a mama's heart more full than to hear or see your child happy.
This last week for Kali has been filled with craziness due to mid-terms, and major studying.  Shark week drizzled in with that too. A few sassy texts' back and forth I finally realized what the heck was going on. It really hit home when she said "like mom, seriously I am starving and I have like no food"-  uh oh.

But then you see this goodness in the mix.  She finds out who her "Big Sister" is very soon.  Until they reveal, these lovelies are delivered to the office every day this week.

We feel honored that our daughter was chosen for Freshman Miss. Alpha Kappa.  She's worked hard to be a good person.  A loving soul.  They are lucky to have her, and she is very lucky to have them.



So many sweet goodies left for her there---And we have this waiting here.-  Minus that bottle.  Well, maybe that too.  But with a lime. boom.   Juuuuuust kidding Dad. Well, maybe.

Happy Thirsty Thursday-

Go give love and peace.  The world needs you.

PS- Hey Kali....Dream BIG, and don't look back.  Keep pushing beep.  Dad, bro, mama, and I am sure many others are waving our huge "proud" flag-
See you in TWO days! Spring Break Shenanigans time!

Boom Shaka laka laka laka-----

Lisa

Some Wednesday Wow

I've told you all before just how much pictures move me.  Last night I sat at my computer right at night fall.  Alone.  Music on.  Just me, and my kitties.  And started scrolling through pictures. My idea to make books is coming together. Slowly but surely.  I will some day own a library with dated books.  Filled with memories. As they say, a picture captures a thousand memories to look back on.

Thank God I have them. 

I loved this dress.  It's one of those that disappeared, and I always wonder where it went.  That night I felt especially pretty.  Don't know why, I just did.  Maybe it was the dress.  Or maybe it was the margarita.  Either way, just feeling pretty has to be the greatest feeling...I mean really.

This sums up Kris' last year in High School. He always did well, but certainly kept me on my toes.  Toes that he never wanted to see chase or come after him.  Because if I did.....WATCH THE HELL OUT!

Kali in 2nd Grade with a teacher she COULD. NOT. STAND. 

Rest in Peace Pop. Here is one of the sweetest papa's that ever existed. He'd drive over an hour to come watch them perform at a private school music function that literally made you want to pull eyelashes out.  Two words-  Hand. Bells. 

Torture it was, but we all sat through it.  Even though  Bill and I wanted to sneak out the back aisle the minute Kali was finished singing.

And here? WAS.  Key word, WAS- The ugliest dog around.  Poor Bucksie--- HA!

Oh, the good ol' days.

Happy Hump Day.

Hope some of you get your hump on.  If not, well kick ass doin' what you do best.---

Big HUGS!

Leese

A Slice Of Inspiration

Just when you feel like your body or age can't make these decisions.

Think again.

My Slice Of Inspiration


I don't know what I admire more.  Her demeanor, or the way she moves others.

Extra bonus for her singing, and her husband trailing right along with her. 

Big swoon.

Just when I feel like I can't mold or shape up, I see this.

xo

Happy Tuesday kids.

Keep on moving....

Peace,

Leese

The Good.

My title really wants to be, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly-  BUT....I don't want to sound like a bitch, so I will just put The Good.

Let's start with Friday evening.  Where we made a pizza, slapped it on the bbq, watched an amazing movie titled "Unbroken"-

Deep is the best word to describe it.  ---- I stayed wide awake, and was in complete shock that this shit happens in real life.  The shocker here is I didn't fall asleep-
War is real.  
Thank the Veterans around you. Every chance you get people.

Saturday morning I saturated my soul at an early yoga class.
Ran into my cousin Chris from up north at the car wash.  Sweet surprise that's for sure--
Soon, my niece would join me and we'd walk the beach like nobody's business.  Chattin', laughin, and snoopin on a wedding party getting ready to set up. What that wedding party DIDN'T know was a poor baby dead seal was washed up ashore, and the stench would very soon drift up where the chairs were. woops. ugh

We wrote in the sand, sending best wishes to Miss. Kali. 

Upon our arrival, we see this.  I didn't take Bucks over to the beach because he was just given a good ol' bath.  If you can spot him sitting at the very corner of the floating dock.  Just waitin' on Grammie.

After sending and receiving texts' from Kali about her first time getting ready for her formal--without mama-no big.deal.
I realized she was just fine without me.  So my secret plan to drive out and assist would have been a big fat bomb.  One that would have put myself to shame.  She did just fine. (I spy a super clean kitchen...)

Bill and I worked hard with our bifocals's on trying to figure out what they were drinking.
I came to the conclusion, it was punch.  Yes, punch.  Guarantee no alcohol in there.  At all.  Zip.  Zero.

She did admit that upon boarding their limo bus, most water bottles were confiscated.  Which answered that question. 

Saturday night we were invited over to The Duttons for a little sunset cocktail hour.  I managed to get two pictures of Cindy and I. Those two are in my little camera that I currently cannot locate.  I met a new friend whom does hair.  Hooray for that. Hooray for Holly.  Arriving at a party where we really knew like 2 people, and landing a new found friendship with a hottie who does hair, hooray for me.  Although I love my hairdresser, her time is coming to a close.  She's interning for Social Work, therefore, I can smell a shift in change.  So....pray for me while I embark on a new hairdresser.  JK.  That sounds so stupid. haha

We wake early Sunday morning to a text from our littlest.  It said, MOM, I WON-!

Bill and I were like...Won!?  Won, what?

So in each category in a sorority, which is like high school, they have- Freshman, Soph, Jr, and Seniors...you get the idea.  She won Princess for Freshman-
Not bad to be picked out of 75 girls.  She didn't expect this, and neither did we.  First of all, we are truly learning as we go with it all, so.
To say we were and are excited and happy for her is an understatement.
She called me yesterday morning filling me in with all the deets, and as I relayed the chain of events to Bill, I choked up and started to cry. Not because we already know I am a sap.  But because I truly believe she deserves this.  She's a good girl. A strong soul.  And a true person.  She was so fretful going to this event without Gianni this year.  She's had many little hurdles with this transition.  This just made it all worth the courage...

She said as they called her name out, and she walked up to the podium, she was shaking so bad.

I can only imagine Kali.  We are so proud of you.  You make this world a better place, that's for sure.


Go get em. And take down what was once your biggest hill to climb.

So the ugly, not so bad, but the ugly-

Sunday morning, after I watched "Sunday Morning"- I had just finished my first cup of coffee,
Bill walks out of the bedroom and said "hun, can I buy you a cup of coffee at Starbucks"-
I immediately said "what's goin on, and why would you ask, because I know there is something under lying with this"-  He said "well, the HB Harbour Car Club is meeting there, and I thought maybe we can cruise over in the 52 and you can meet some of the members" and on and on he went....which I didn't listen to the last part because I instantly turned into a cold hearted b word and was pissed.

Sounds caddy I know, but if there's one thing I despise doing, is trying to rub noses, shoulders, boobs, legs or whatever you want to call it with Ferrari, Lambo, Rolls type of people.  People that have an endless amount of money are generally nice people, but there's always an awkward phony stance to it all.
To say that I would openly WANT to spend my Sunday morning chatting like a phony feller with anyone is way beyond my almost 45 year old desires.  I obliged and got myself ready.  Putting make-up on before 9 on a Sunday, curling my hair and motha'f'n him the entire time in the mirror.  STEAMING mad like a little kid.

We'd hop in the car, and arrive to the jolliest feller named Bob.  Bob introduced us to what I thought was perhaps maybe his granddaughter, or if not definitely his daughter, but soon found it's "his girl"-
His girl was quite the nice girl, just living in a big bubble, and very happy in that said bubble.  Soon, she'd quickly make her way over and slap a name badge sticker on my shirt. The whole time in the back of my head thinking what in the fuck am I standing here doing right now at 9am On. A. Sunday. B word, B word, B word.

Bill knew the vibe on my phony face was beyond what he so kindly asked me to do. He actually didn't really even want to look at me, and I can't say I blame him.
After taking pride in myself for pretending to admire bright yellow corvette's, ferrari's and other cars of the like, we were off.  (please forgive me all you fancy car lovers- I am a classic hot rod type of girl-Ferrari's and the like just don't make sense to me in our city where you will find 3 stop lights for every mile)

To breakfast we arrive.  I devoured it like a dog with a steak.

After breakfast "I" decided it would be in our best interest to mosey over to HB Pier and check out the hot rods that we heard were there from the day before.  He was surprised of my offering and down PCH we'd go.  I mean, let's make the best of having make-up on, hair curled, and fancy purse packed at 10am.
Make sense to you? Good. Me too.

Until....

I hear this slight pop and phhhhhhsshhhhhhh(that's what it sounds like when a radiator hose blows off and green stuff is spraying every where inside) and we pullover to this side street next to 7Eleven.  Keeping things calm and trying not to wake the lioness in the car because he knows how scared I get when we break down.  His words of "oh, it's fine honey, it's just a hose we'll be back up and outta here in minutes"  As steam is finally settling down....(and in my head, this thing might blowup HA)

Long story short, we headed home.  Parked this beauty and I took up his offer of a nice lunch at Yard House.

As we arrive there-in my car- it's packed to the rim.  But we'd rally for a spot at the bar. Guinness for me, margarita for him.

On a walk back from the bathroom I'd drop my phone, shattering the screen in a million little shards of glass.


Lesson learned :  Karma is a bitch if you are.


Hope your weekend was awesome.  Mine was good, bad and ugly------

Cheers to our Miss Alpha Kappa Kali-  Cheers to Kris for making it home and having a blast of a weekend.  And cheers to Bill for putting on his bitch Armour.

I did mention to him that I am happier by flowers, water, sand and the big ocean opposed to concrete, Ferrari's and Corvette's. I know the need to drum up business, but those fancy car clubs and sticker name badges on a Sunday morning will require a little more planning and mimosa's for this chick.
Sorry not sorry.  As I age, I tend to tell it like it is, and just what I feel.

Life's wayyyy too short.  Can I get an amen?

AMEN.


Big Love, and happy thoughts your way-

Time to upgrade to a different phone! ew.

This Mama Lisa

You Made It.

To the best day of the week.

Sunshine, sunsets, smiles- 

 

And hopefully sippin' on whatever makes your mind and body fun, relaxed and silly.

Even if it's your favorite water.  Just get crazy and add like strawberries, or lemon. boom. 

May PEACE be with you,


Happy First Day of Spring!  Go smell the flowers-------->  THAT does a body good- unless you have allergies. Well, then stay on the porch. ha. jaykay

Lisa

ps-Happy Birthday Evelyn- May your day be full of good food, good wine, and nice people-

pss.  Kali is killing it on mid-terms and still holds a 4.0-  So a promise of new white converse is in the works.  Hey, it's the little things.

psss. Kris is headed over the border for some fishin', wishin', and water fun.  Pray for him.  thanks.

Little Sprinkles Of Tunes

This song reminds me of two little birds that I love.

And adore. 

It comes on, and I instantly sit still, and just listen.

Life moves on.  As hard as this may, and can be.

I love you both. 

Edge of Desire



Happy Thursday you little worker bees.  Hope you find some honey.  It's out there. I promise-

Find honey, and learn from the lessons along the way.  Remember you are beautiful.  Inside and out.

Remember where your true rocks are.  Lean on them when you need to.  Got that Kali?

Never look back-And if you do, just remember the good times.  The times that had effort, love, and kindness wrapped up in it.  Because those moments will forever be worth looking back on.

Big Love,

This Mama Lisa

We See This.

Both of our kids have been pestered by their Mom from the day they held a cell phone in their hand.

It's my security blanket knowing all is good wherever they are.

My son travels to some of the craziest places- I am quite sure it trips out his girlfriend, and sometimes his friends. Like dude, is that your Mom texting you?!  yes, it is.  She's just making sure we made it.
Guess what?  I simply don't care what others think.  Never have, and probably never will.

As long as I know they've made it to where they are going, and a goodnight or goodmorning is tossed in, who cares?!

Last night Kali sent us this-

Pre-Game-n' -  How about that cute little dinner setting in the back ground.  Good job girls! (Their dorm is actually lookin' really cute)

We see this. 

I remember this.

We see this.

I remember this.

We see this. 

I remember this.

We see this.

I remember this. 

 And so, last night as I plug my phone into the charger, I can only pray she's good.  That her sorority sisters are taking good care of her.  And that her choices, are kept in the modest and good zone.

This morning as I was getting my world ready, I want to text.  Or call.  Or just peek into her room to see she's okay.  But she's far away.  And my instinct said she's okay.

At ten thirty this morning, I finally send a text.  "Morning sugar plum"-

Her reply "Hola"


All is good in my world.

You mama's and papa's with little's, you just wait.

Look at me---YOU JUST WAIT-


Happy Hump Day.  Hope all you hungover Leprechauns are feeling better now. 

Ours was an easy cozy dinner with The Reynolds at our local pub.  We scarfed down the standard Corned Beef with all the trimmings.  Guinness for me.  Cocktail for Bill.  Home and bed before 10.

We are CRAAAAZZZYYY like that.

Man, how beautiful it was to see the sun kiss me hello over the bay this morning, without a headache.

boom.

Now, go text your kid.  If anything, just tell em how much you love em.  Just how proud you are.

Remember watering LOVE is keeping a beautiful seed alive and growing.  Don't ever forget that.

Love and kindness wins. 

Lots of peace, now and always.

xo

This Mama Lisa-

Meanwhile.

Hey there kids.

Ya, I know- I was in hiding yesterday.  And while you think I was out causing a raucus, I wasn't.  I was at the docta's having my boobies squished.  There was blood work thrown in the mix too. So how's that Monday for you- Blood and boobies.  Getting squished. Sexy. haha.
And I ain't got much to squish...so....

I also had an ultrasound on my heart.  Seems the beat gets thrown off a tad bit at times.  So it's probably a really good idea to keep an eye on that too.

The hardest part of my day, to keep it real, was doing blood work.  I'm THAT girl.  THAT girl that sits down and looks in the eye of the blood sucker, and proclaims "I'm so sorry, but I'm super scared"-  They usually chuckle a little, and before you know it, I'm outta there, with clammy hands, and a super smile as I EXIT. 

But life wasn't all that bad, my Mom sent me this.

She's gettin' down and dirty with the whole sending pictures thing.  Can I get a Halleluiah---This here kids is my Grandparents. My Grandpa Trabue and Grandma Trabue- They called my Grandpa "Denny" and my Grandma "Bubbles"-
The little lad they're holding is my Dad.

I see my Dad in Denny, and I see Kris too.  So wild how our genes play a beautiful role in this life.
Those eyes on my Grandma?  My sister.  Those big beautiful eyes.
That hair? Well.....mine. 
Before my Grandma's life ended tragically, she was quite the character. A spicy little gal. 
I remember riding in the back of their old pick-up as they drove through a dirt field to the liquor store.
Liquor for them, candy for us.
Nineteen Seventy Something.....

Another slice of love- If you can imagine when it arrived I literally started crying. Not like a tear.  I had a choked up throat, and tears just kept falling. 
Really.

Aunt Susie-Los Angeles Marathon Sunday March 15, 2015

And still, each time I look at this, I can feel a tug at my throat, and eyes get watery.  This needs a frame in my home. 

Friday night we nested up with the six pack in The Reynolds boat, stuffing our mouths with appetizers and good wine. 

Saturday I had breakfast with my little. She came for her phone. She came to take care of some biz, and just like that, she was gone.  We attempted a picture in Seal on Main St. after breakfast but the dude didn't hold the button down long enough. One of those "SHIT" moments, and she wouldn't let me ask for a re-do.  So....


Bill and I hung on the dock while the sun baked down at almost 90 on the water.
Soon, we'd load this dude up-(we doggo-sat for Kris)

And if you wonder if Grampie is a rockstar for making this tent, he is.  Happy Dog, happy Grammie.
Margarita's, my new picnic basket filled with yummies, a happy dog, and sunshine.  Goodness--

The rest of our weekend pretty much looked like this.

Randy and Carmen came over Saturday night for bbq pizza, and wine.

Other than that.  This.


Happy St. Patricks Day!

Be safe, and remember-  You are lucky just to be here.  Some aren't given this far of a chance.

Big love, and sweet blessings your way.

Lisa