Well, There They Are...

I literally had a head scratching moment last week trying to locate the very few (considering my past) pictures from Cabo.  I have been cracking up while eating my lunch and scrolling through each one.  Man, it's easy to forget just how fun little breathers like that are.  Especially when you jump back in the game. And act like a brat, as though "you never get to do anything" (said in a whiny cry baby voice)-

I'm a sucker for pictures.  Add Stevie the love of my life...and you have one big carnival of goodness. And so here's a little goodness. 

Also, I might add, I'd highly recommend this little hotel we stayed at.  Hundreds times over and over.  It's centrally located, with a fun vibe, good people, a humming white noise air conditioner that didn't cover the sounds of the street down below-LOL-(funny thing about Kali and I, we love white noise...so traveling and having those wall air conditioner units are an extra bonus-however at this cute little hotel, the streets are quite loud, all.night.long. I heard one particular LOUD motorcycle every morning 6am...quickly reminding  myself he was most likely going to work, and preparing for a fun day ahead for all us touristy peeps) AND plan to get your drink on, because the bar is over the top cute, and Medano Beach is walking distance where all the party people hang, mixed with the best guacamole in all the land at "Mango's"- 

Book that ticket kids. 

I would say 4 nights, max 5 is truly ideal. First of all, hello money trap...and you pretty much lose a day of travel.  And.....your liver will thank you!

As I mentioned in my instagram post earlier....as this jet plane jammed down the run-way, I had crocodile tears streaming down my cheeks. So much so, I had to bury my head on Bill.  Not sure why, other than starting my period at the airport *LUCKY*, or if it just felt good to get the hell out of here.  I truly felt this overwhelming emotion take over me. And, is it me, or does horsepower of any sorts just feel so kick ass... I LOVE IT-

Leaving gloomy LAX......

Stuffed into a stick shift Toyota Camry.  Not sure what excited me more, the Corona I held in my hand as we drove off, or the stick shift vibe cruisin' down the routa hwy Baja Cabo bound road.  So much joy in that back seat....keep your head outta the gutter. Corona + Driving to hotel on vacation = Bliss  

Getting closer.....almost smelling that smell I talk of. Not sure if it's the car pollution or salt water...whatever it is, I love it.

Arriving at our slice of paradise....Bahia Beach Hotel

Quickly ushered over to this area, handed a fresh squeezed kiwi and lime juice while my lover checked us in...(Fresh flowers everywhere- Score!)

The next morning I'd make my way down to the bistro for a latte.  It's the little things for me...and this little cafe is just....perfect!  

 Right next door....cutest restaurant  "Peacocks"

 This restaurant was featured on Diners & Drive-In's....the Chiliquiles' were over the top!

Yeaaa babeeeyyyyyy

 #CASHOLA

BAM!

Sexy Machine, yes. Orange Vest. No.

And I would post a kissing picture on here that our boat driver insisted we take, but the kids have probably caught enough lip smackin' between us because I LOVE kissing pictures.. Figured out our little birdies lookie here more than I thought....awk.  jk
Also that boat driver offered to sell us some "weed"-  haha- 
And soon, began mentioning he knew where we could get "coke".
LOL!
So if you head to Cabo and want weed and coke from a boat skiff boat driver, boo ya...there you have it--

You know the drill kids.  Get away if and when you can.  Save a little side dough and take the time to build up love and friendship in travel.  You don't need a lover to get away.  Go with a friend. 

I'm already drooling over another trip there some day.  Not for a while. It's nose to the desk again.
Work harder, play harder. 

Praise God, we were able to sneak away.  

I still live with fear every single day of the inevitable.  Moving along in life as though nothing will change hasn't been the easiest....trust me, I try.  But still cry every single day. ugh.

And yet, we all know...we aren't in charge-

Sometimes having something to look forward to, or a plan in place helps. 

I now know, sitting around watching life move by isn't the best plan.

GO LIVE!

Even if it's sitting in the sand or mountain side sipping good wine, or a cold brew.  

Or

Water.

Big HUGS and LOTS of LOVE....

Kris is doing great!  All Praise Jesus hands in the airrrrrr!

Adios Amigos!

ps. Funny part of le' trip was waltzing down to El Pharmcia hung over at 7am trying to explain I needed tampons.  She handed me cigarettes.  bam.  No..esta la papel el feminine- LOL

Shark lady, SHARK ATTACK!

This Mama Lisa

Dear Selfish.

Well, how'd the town treat you this weekend?  Buncha firecrackers and senseless bombs goin' off?

(Direct result of a guy that should've been in bed, and a chick that needs darker makeup, but made an appearance because she wasn't going to miss out on a night she'd look so forward to, and so we took ten bong rips, and headed out. Kidding.) [Just go with it like I did friends] #notresentfulatall

Our weekend was full of healing.  Cooking. Cleaning. Rest. Healing- Closed eyes (because someone decided The 4th Of July weekend, longest bestest weekend of the year) was a good time to have his eyes repaired- Not naming any names, but this person is tall, handsome, green eyed and a smile to knock out a crowd.  But to say by 6am this morning I wasn't a tad bit selfishly pissed off that a
weekend was handed off doing more taking care of a family member. (If I come off as brass and
bratty, I think I am)  When in reality as you look at the big picture, it's warmer and more loving to remind oneself just how delicate life can be.
 Instead of feeling sorry for myself and resenting my role as a loving person because I wanted to run wild all weekend.  Enjoying all the sights and sounds.  Dancing under the starry skies on that sandy beach.  Hugging friends with too much wine flowing through my veins, over using "I love you's"
blah blah blah........

This wasn't all about me.
We did find my sisters in love, managing to cram all together until sun fall, so there's another highlight of the weekend. At least Stevie and I could agree on that. #theonlything.


Saying too many I love you's is never a bad thing...right?

I managed to clean like a robot. All linens, towels, counter tops and various dishes I'd whip up. 

The sun shone down just like any other year, full of happy laughter and chatter filling the water side as I would hear kids sharing paddle boards, and jumping off boats, and into water.  

Reading my book under the shade, and sometimes sun.

Sharing some moments with Shelly, Maria, Roxanne and my sister on Saturday, quickly turning into an unplanned charade of laughter at the bar behind us when we crashed a private party, filled with folks in costume.  This girl in a sweatshirt and makeup-less face. No bigs. Famous last words..."just walk in, don't stop and keep walking" boom. Not that I spilled my wine all over the table either. #highlightofweekend.

As I laid my head down last night with preparation for what my week would hand me, it was everything in me to hold thankfulness.  And gratitude. (As bombs were filling the sky...ugh)  I still get the beginning of the week work jitters. We truly never know what our week will hand us. Sometimes butterflies and unicorns, and sometimes shit on a platter.

Life.

I do wish they'd ban fireworks all together. I simply see no reason to rip those bombs. In a world filled with terrorism and hate, it seems fitting to me to celebrate with music, drinks and sunshine.  Maybe living with intention to appreciate freedom with good food, and drink.  Bombs riddling our neighborhoods with nothing less than smoggy skies, and the desire to hide under my sheets as a human proves yet again, it's just not my thing. Is it just me? #sparklersrule 

I hope you all enjoyed your lovely weekend- 

My Stevie Wonder lover is feeling better today.  Perfect. LOL
Realizing today I coulda wore those black holey sweats all weekend and he wouldn't of known!

I did receive this from my aunt and uncle.  Made me smile! Nothing better than unexpected shots of love....

Big love and lots of good wishes for a safe week, with great hopes we make it to another weekend....
As for today, we nurse another pack member ...Kali caught "The Bug"
So that's awesome.

Womp Womp.

Jesus, please don't let go of my wheel!

Can they STOP playing those Matthew  McConaughy commercials? His voice has creeped my creep out. Stop!

And...just heard on the news of the many dumbbutts injured with fireworks. Sucks for you sucker!

Play with fire....yo gonna get burned!

How about this awesome weather!

Love,

Selfish Sassy Pants..

Soak Up The Love. And Sunshine.

It's always nice to pull away from our offices on a holiday weekend. Most important, it's sweet to see our production guys try to wrap things up early to get out and start a weekend filled with family, friends, bbq, love and laughter. Dusty and dirty from fiberglass, and paint.  Appreciating that early exit for the weekend. It's the little things like that, that make me whole.

I intentionally write this post without drowning you with reminders of what our FREEDOM really means. Or most important just how hard our dedicated service people keep us free to do so.  However, it wiggles me around to NOT express my appreciation for our FREEDOM. You'll see enough reminders on social media all weekend.  Monday especially. 

 

Sure it's easy to plan our meals, gatherings, favorite wine, or cocktail.  Personally I still get my nerves shaken to the core when I think of just how life can roll out.  Because you know my thoughts on "just one phone call"-

I just want us all to take a moment to think about the selfless love, dedication and determination it takes for our countrymen and women to keep us safe.  Especially with our demon filled days of terrorism.  

When you read the definition of Freedom: The state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint:

True, is this, but when we move along in our days of summertime it's kinda easy to forget just how good we have it. 

I have been pen pal'n with a couple families in the new days of diagnosis, and hospital days moments.

It proves to show just how delicate this life is.  War. Sickness. Cancer. Freedom. Love. Loss.

A good friend (part of our six-pack Jodee and Russ) lost her Dad this week. 

 And yet, their spirit just wreaks love.  And kindness. Always love.

Proving to be thee most kind people we've ever met.  Always serving love.  

Hearing of more financial troubles here and there between friends.  Neighbors.  Life. 

And yet life just moves on.  

Soldiers sit on alert.  

For us. 

For you.

Families sit next to their loved one in those 20X20 hospital rooms, listening to that iv cart beep.  Scouting to find a nurse as those "be right backs" don't happen.  

Smiling at people there in the fight.  

Fourth of July.  

So many memories for us. 

As a child I remember being obsessed with those little black charcoal worm things.  I'm sure just because I was most obsessed with being able to operate that punk thing, almost like a flame. 

Or what about the spinning thing Dad would hammer to the side of a tree and it would spin around shooting sparks every where. (Right Tina?)  

My love for fireworks have went away.....mostly because the sounds scare our animals.  Not just my animals, but all animals.  The pollution adding to our already gunky skies.  

Freedom. 

What does it mean to you? 

I hope you all enjoy this holiday.  That you have laughter.  Love, and most of all stay safe. 

Remember those out there fighting for our freedom.  Those willing to stand in the front lines.  For us. 

For those families in the fight trying to stay alive. 

2015 A month before diagnosis.

As those fireworks fly through the sky, say a prayer.  

Hug your friends.  Drink good wine.  Travel safe.  And be glad you can.

Take this time to slow down and just love.  Each other

Happy 4th Of July my lovers.....

Remember your roots.  Remember FREEDOM isn't free. 

Be safe.  

This Mama Lisa