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You guys, I can scroll through for hours....and hours.  Some of these pictures make me smile so much, and others make me tear up.  The goodness of pictures.

Another reason this blog of mine will serve my family for the rest of the days...

 I love you. 

 That Stache. 

Hope you're all well.  

Whether you're squattin' or walkin....or running -  

Just wash yo hands!

And don't touch that face.....

This Mama Lisa

The Different One.

How'd your Easter go guys?

I fell down a rabbit hole -haha no pun intended, but kinda.....

No Easter baskets here. No fancy dinner.  

I made tri-tip tacos, rice and radishes. 

A different holiday of sorts....Some moments of sadness would wash over me so I did what every sentimental chick does while on her shark week and start scrolling through pictures.  Oh boy....

Text messages with friends and family- 

I laid in bed staring out the window thinking about all the Easter mornings I spent making special for my birdies. 

I made Kris' favorite Biscuits and Gravy for breakfast before packing his car with the goodies I grabbed at the store before he'd head back to reality. 

Missing Kali so so much. 

Overwhelmed with gratitude that she has Grants family that love her and wrap their goodness of love around them. 

Fear lingers all day and all night.  Knowing I'm not alone. It's just that possible "one phone call" from someone you love.  

I read conspiracy stories.  Some make sense. Some are just outright ignorant.  This virus is real. Whether we want to blame others or not.  It's real. 

We'll all come out of this better people I truly believe.

Some will have loss. 

Some will have heartbreak like we've never known before.

I fear that moment.  But I also keep trying to find silver linings. 

Easter 2020 will go down as a strange one.  

....Silver linings kids.  Silver linings.............

Without further adu, here's a peek back at some Easter memories--- 

And if you wonder if some of these are NOT Easter, you're right.  They still make me smile. 

 That honey badger smile on my face.  Woah....

 Dang.....

 CABO WABO

 Maui

 My Everything. 

 Plus him. 

 Miss those days....

 Helicopter ride over our house in Havasu.  

 10 years ago...

 Don't blink....

  

 HAHAHA Some hit it, some poke it! London I love you!

  

Thanks for slipping away down my picture hole.  These fill my heart with so much happiness.

Things have changed alot.  In my soul. In my heart and in my family.  But one thing I know for sure, is memories will always be my beacon of strength. And of love. 

Wishing you all a good week.  May you stay safe and well. 

This song is one of my favorites- So fitting to hear it yesterday morning -  

Amazing Grace

Love,

This Mama Lisa

DUCKS.

I had to turn the news off -

Then we had the idea to change scenery and escape to Havasu.  Chores we'd like to get done.  Purging would take place. The idea of changing all the little things I've wanted to change all year.  

Then we got here and I literally slid into a morphed sloth of depression.  Feeling too far from the kids (Kris especially as I have been grabbing his meds, groceries, cooking for him...etc)

You realize no matter where you are. Where you go. This isn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

The Great American way here in Arizona is to keep the flow of the lake wide open to escape reality for a bit.  We've dropped the boat in twice.  Felt so good to just cruise across the seasonal windy lake.  I didn't care.  Can't stop in the channel.  Can't stop at our favorite watering hole.  Can't go to dinner.  And then more reality slaps you in the face.

Will these places survive?

Will our family and friends survive this?

I've been tossing and turning all week.  Sleeping with clenched teeth.  I drank too much twice thus far.  A little early to toss back my new favorite Kim Crawford Sauvignon Blanc at 2pm on a Monday.... (good lawrd slow that flow down girl)- Before you know it, I'm telling Bill we need a dirty martini.  Bedtime rolls around, then midnight pops up, I'm wide awake. Clammy, scared and over dwelling on so many things.  Between conspiracy, politics, truth and medical reality, this shit is fucking scary. 

Walking around this house in the still of the night.

Staring out at stars. 

Scared. 

I sat next to him the other morning with tears rolling down my cheeks.  Reality of what could happen any moment. 

A milestone birthday coming for me that I have absolutely NO desire to celebrate.  Now's not the time.  I don't like surprises.  I just want my family and friends safe. 

I feel like a duck.  Out in a field in like Arkansas where people go duck hunting.  (grrrr, who even hunts. lame. lol)

Pictured here is Bill and I. 

Trying to keep peace. Trying to stay calm. 

Trying NOT to get shot. 

We've had our quarantined moments. If I can hear him chewing. Goodness, run lisa run fast.  To the remote for music to turn-that-shit-up. LOL

I dropped two full jars of olives exploding everywhere in the driveway.  As I shouted FUCK, he said, "honey it's okay....we can get more don't let this get to you"-  It's those moments you realize it's just tension building.  In all of us. 

Olives. 

I mean, they are called for in my dirty martini, but it's okay. LOL.

Full moon made its beautiful appearance this week, along with I THINK Shark week.  Not too sure as this ol' body of mine is adjusting to the fine age of FIFTY.  One minute I am on the hunt for salty chips, the next I am craving cereal. HAHA!

I miss my friends.

I miss happy hour laughing all together. 

I miss hugging my babies. 

I miss all the little luxuries of the life we've worked so hard for. 

I miss sitting at a restaurant. 

I fear the places we've loved so much will close forever.

I just pray we all pull through you guys....

May this season be a reason for adjustment and change.  I keep trying to find the slivers of goodness that might come from this.  Maybe more families will continue those bike rides, and family time will be more engaged versus little screens in their faces. Maybe the joyfullness of being outside will prosper in those that never felt that before. 

Stay safe friends.

Wash your hands.

Don't lick your fingers ever again.  Or we can't be friends.

kidding.

kinda.

This Mama Lisa