Slices of happiness.

 California, meet Haley Y'all.......  She picked him up from the airport, and toted him away to their farm.

 She also made him dinner.  Kris communicates with my parents (my Dad especially) and said..."Papa, she's sweet, beautiful and she cooks amazing food!)  #winningmydudesheartugh. #lookslikeateenmomtome.  #bentleysmom

 

 If any of you follow him on IG, you'd see many pets, goats, cows, baby heifers, and get to hear lots of giggles laced with Y'all's.  haha

He says it's peaceful.  I say....enjoy.

Our Friday night was filled with a visit to see Gaylord at that SH.  He looked great, and ate a few onion rings for us.
Saturday morning I went on a jog after enjoying my cup o' joe on the dock in silence.
Soon, we landed here...

91 Freeway car show....

 Isn't this just the sexiest thing alive?  Oh my.  Tuck me in there, and let's go for a cruise.  Nowwwww.

Love the color....and the car.

 For my Budweiser loving' friends.....

No stopping any time, just HAVE A GOOD DAY......

And that we did....on to a sketchy bike ride over to Seal Beach for lunch. 

And when I say sketchy, it was.  I AM. FREAKED. OUT.  To ride over the bridges heading west.  It just bugs me.  I often wonder how those riding groups ride without fear of drivers.  

So we peddled fast.   

 After making it over the bridge.  Whewwww.

 And Kali asking Dad to turn down his radio....HA!   (The things teens say and do....ugh)

We were off..... to.....

 Here......

 Good food, and yummy sauces, although my OCC disorder doesn't work well with large jars that everyone has touched.  ugh.   Their collard greens were delish!

Soon, we were headed back home.  To the scary bridges again. ugh. 

Not after spotting one cute squirrel that I know you can't find.  But whatever. 
We returned with heavy eyes and even lazier bodies.  All of us.  Couch bound and legs up.
Because soon we'd be back up in the morning to visit Gaylord again....and then head to.....

Ma & Pa's in Long Beach.  For some burgers, salad, jerky and juice.  Oh.  And a Strawberry Margarita by Budweiser for me.  Pretty good, I must say. 

These two little love birdies were ready for the races.....

Especially to watch guys that practice extreme sports. ha.  #ineedattention 

One of my favorite things in this life of mine.  Horsepower.  Ocean air.  And boats.  

 Gimme.  Bring it on.

Winner winner chicken dinner.  

 Sometimes these things happen.   Driver OK!   Two thumbs up!

 Photo bomb look by Kali.  haha!

 That's better. 

It was a great day at the races.  The sun couldn't have shined brighter.
It was a busy weekend.  We squeezed in a lot.  But while life is in front of us....why not grab it by the horns and just have fun.

Bill made the comment to me over the weekend that my blog needs some excitement.....?

Yea, really.  He wants excitement.  

 So I really don't know what else to offer you all, and HIM, except for some goofy pictures.

 because someday I might blog about a large ring, and a wedding photo shoot, and other BIG things to talk about....or no....should I just keep blogging about this hot mess beast? 

.....sexy drunk photo shoots.  

And his toys.....Pretend Sharks.

I mean, I can keep going.....

boom.


Happy Monday Marshmallows.

I hope it's a good one.

It's back to the grind for me.

New day.  New employee bullshit.
And new smiles on the outside. Pinky promise. I got this.

Southern California Peeps, how awesome is this weather?!


Big love, and lots of laughs.

Just look at that one of drunk Bill above in the hammock.

O.  M.  G.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

This Mama Lisa

My boy birdie.

Kris made plans to travel this summer.

He knew he wanted to try something different.

He also knows that he needs to get this stuff out of his system before he settles down.

I encourage as much as I worry.

This world is big.

It can hurt.

And yet, it can be so good.

It's a beautiful country.

So if the opportunity evolves in front of you, then do it.

He is currently in the air flying over Mississippi...(that's a fun word to type, and say out loud. ha.) His final destination...North Carolina.  He will travel to South Carolina and Myrtle Beach...  (American Airlines has a tracker that shows his exact whereabouts way up there in the 33k feet air....so bad ass.)

Last night while he packed his 2 carry on bags, I sat in his room, and just talked about life. 

He just came home from the gym and so his positive endorphines were in full swing.  And for that I was happy. I just came back from a long jalk (walk/jog) and was feeling pretty blissful myself. 

I tried hard not to express my worries...(he's flying to visit someone we don't really know, and staying with a family...that we don't know at all)...I just encouraged him to enjoy the moments, and to see what's out there.  

To be respectful, helpful, and always courteous along with a concious mind that won't allow Mr. McShady to contend with.  He laughs.  He knows.  I know he's a smart feller, and I trust his judgements.  

His flight left at the wee hours this morning...He will never know, but I tossed and turned the minute my head hit the pillow...(i know shocker, right?-and to my mentoring Mom's, does this ever end?)  - I knew he had a ride and HAD to leave somewhere between 3-4 am.  I just couldn't remember exactly.  So at 3:15, I stepped into his dark room, and said "Bub, do you have to leave?"  He said..haha..not yet Mom, in like 45min.  And so, I went back into my room.  At 6, when I awoke, he was gone. 

Bags, backpack, and my boy birdie...gone.  I am happy for him.  I really am.  

It's taken a while for him to get through his break-up.  It really pounded him down into the sand.  I watched it. I've watched partying and rebelling like no other. As his Mom, I watched pain trickle from his being, more than any other person has witnessed. Thanks to social media, there have been plenty of "omg's"-
He will get through it.
It has not been easy.  For any of us.  We miss her too.
I stand by him.
He wants a family.
He wants to soon own a home.
He wants a little farm.  ha.
He wants a good wife, and to be a good husband.

He will get there.

It's been a winding rough road, but he will get there. 


I just know it.

And Dad, if you read this, I cannot express to you in words just how much it means to me, YOUR GIRL, the moments you spend on the phone with him.  Encouraging, and reminding.
You are the best.
You have always been the best.
In my eyes, forever you will be the best.  I love you.

During my blogging today, I've received emails from my boy.....like this...

He's on a plane, in the air, going through pictures.   Wonder where this was? haha.  I suspect a concert of some sort.

I also received this...

Oh Krissophher.

“Nothing you become will disappoint me; I have no preconception that I’d like to see you be or do. I have no desire to forsee you, only to discover you. You can’t disappoint me” -Mary Haskell

And just landed in North Carolina.


Enjoy your weekend mama's and papa's.

Love on your little ones, because too soon, they grow up.

Not that I want to stop the clock.
I just wish I could capture some of the important ones in a bubble that would show up later.
The sweet ones. The ones that disappear, yet leave a tiny trace.

Have a great weekend lovelies.

You deserve only the best.  And never ever settle for anything short.

Don't forget to leave a love note.

Eat well,

Leese

Well.....Hello!

I am alive.

Remember I told you how weird last weekend was?

Saturday morning.....
I may have backed my car into a basketball hoop pole.
While doing so, Kali was drinking her water from our glass water containers.
Her lip was popped and gum smashed. A fat lip and some blood.
Tears happened.  Between us both.
Yes, tears.  My car is fine.  Small crack and dent.
Hurting my girl?  Tears.  


Saturday evening (after getting our asses handed to us on the field and losing 4-0) we rushed home to prepare for Jodee's birthday gathering, Kali shows me "her rash" that was getting worse by the hour.  All over her legs, tummy, and chin.
Sunday morning she has red cheeks and a fever.
We head to urgent care.

We were sent off after an awesome breakfast.  He is our Sunday morning Chef, and makes the yummiest breakfast-  And smoothies too. 

Urgent care doctor tells us it's Staph and a skin infection, and prescribes antibiotics and ointment, we head home.
And home she's been while it spread and is now darker and scarier looking.  (Gio, if you read this, I will forever be grateful for your love, support and kindness to Kali this week....#awesomeboyfriend #Wiichampion). We returned on Tues to her actual doctor who says, yes, it looks awful but will go away.  We are led to believe it came from a dirty jacuzzi they soaked in last Thursday night at some apartments nearby in Seal.  #teenlife.  #bootlegjacuzzikids

I blogged on Monday, and while I went in to add another post, my router died, and somehow in between I deleted my Monday's post.  This is the 2nd time I've done that. 


Life without a computer as a blogger is a terrible thing kids.  But no worries though, the home boy in India hooked. me. up.  Seriously on a Tuesday night at 9pm, one hour, and one hundred "I'm sorry, can you say that again".....   boom.  fixed. 

This week started off on the wrong foot, and stayed that way until last night.  In my industry of work, and the job title I carry, things happen.  Not always fun, and not always good.  Most days I can handle stresses, people, employees, money, blah blah blah.  But for some reason, it all melted me in a bad way.  Through quiet walks.  Prayer.  Tears.  Texting back and forth with good friends. And sister...(T, I loved your text yesterday...I love you-kindness melts me) I feel better.  One of my home girls pulled me out to play.  Wine-in Styrofoam cups, duh.       Laughter.  Hugs.  And good long talks. 

And there she is.  

Concert at the pier.  With these two beauties too.  (We missed you Leslie!)

And this feller. 

 Love this picture.

Although the music on the menu was Bluegrass......

 To see kids enjoying the good outdoors with music, and family while holding hands and dancing....it's all too good.

 It's a happy place, that's for sure.  Last night it was a cooler happy place....

I am happy to say I knocked the stress god on the head last night. After wrestling him to the ground.  I think he's gone.  It's been rough. But I am tough. 
And I have mad rhyme skillz.  ha.

Update on Kali-  Rash is gnarly. Gross and healing.  Scary, and a little enlightening too.  Her doctor said she will be prone to this rash again.  I guess staph is something you don't mess with.
Dirty jacuzzi probably too, right?  Right Kali?  boom.

Update on Gaylord-  He was moved to a shit hole skilled nursing facility where few speak English, and those being rehab'd will have to fight for their right.
We knew it wouldn't be an easy road, but wow.  This stuff is getting real.  

Thanks for waiting on this chick to get her act together and send you some love.
I missed blogging.


I hope this day and end of week is good to you.

My boy is flying to North Carolina tomorrow to visit some chickie-doodle.  Prayers needed indeeded.  boom
At the ripe age of almost Chapter twenty four, it's this prime time to see what's out there in the big ol' world right?


Right.


Go get after it kids,

"When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it, and hang on"


Big love,

This Mama Lisa.