I am my Fathers Daughter. I love birds. That's for sure....

Here's one of the 2 pictures Daddy-O snapped of Miss. K during her early morning kidnap.  Made for a very long fun day. No, you aren't losing your eyesight.  It was 545am. Automatic focus, off. This is what you get. Bam.

Off they went to the B Family Home.  Very cozy.  Very surprised.  All so so happy.  Look at Sav's big ol' smile in the middle.

Off to paddleboard.  Varsity Girls

Nothing like being a NEWBIE!  Woop Woop!

Varsity.  Summer.  Fun.  Loving girls. 

I can't wait to watch another year.  Another level.  I am ready.  Kind of scared.  But ready. 

Ok.  Friday, I decided to work out.  And when I say work out, it's my run/walk/run huff and puff  that I do.  It's about 2 miles.  I came home from work, after eating terrible and feeling guilty...All.  The.  Way.  Home.  I decided to pull my hair up, snap those running shoes out of the garage.  kidding.  Closet, and took off.  As I was rummaging through Marshall's, eh um. I mean running so fast around the last corner....I get a call.  From Kali.  "Mom, where are you...we found a baby bird.  Hannah had it, come fast."  So I ran home.  To greet this.  That was inspiration for me to haul all the way home.  seriously.  it was.

And this little knucklehead was trying to move in and be a real cat.  And hurt this baby.  UNTIL Big Mama got home.  And because I am my FATHER'S Daughter....and this baby lives with it's little family in my roof top, I managed to remove the screen off my front little window, meanwhile breaking it. ugh!  To hang from the inside of my desk area, to stuff the baby back in to the top of the house.  Yes, the good news, WE SAVED this bird. The Mom and Dad were frantic the whole time.  But we did it.  Yes, life is good up in the rafters (is that those holes under your rooftop area...) Well. 

After enjoying  a quick happy hour on Friday with my friends Maria and Shelly, I came home to this.  Bill bbq'n the best pizza ever.  So yummy.  We munched on this while watching the  Olympic ceremonies.  Awesome, is an understatement.  So so cool.

So Saturday morning, Bill and I trotted across the street to workout.  Such a sweet morning out there.  I ran down to the jetty.  Of course we did our sit-up's, and pushups, and all that Gold's Gym guru stuff is about.  We did it.  Ok...so then we are headed back, and while walking past massive amounts of kelp in this one area, I see all of this stuff washed up in it.  Lots and lots of sunglasses, diving masks, and toys.  And because we are hoarders collectors interested in this stuff, we proceed to build the biggest pile. I am talking about 20 pairs of glasses, 5 pairs of masks, and all kinds of cute little toys to share with my little cousins when they make it to the beach.  Oh. and that ocean plant up above.  So pretty.  And stinky.  But I love it.  I am keeping it for now.  Don't know why, well, kind of.  I am keeping it.  My little decorator eye.  On our way home we noticed a very large bird.  Sitting on the beach.  An Egret.  They are super big.  Not moving.  As I approached, he stared at me.  Long and hard.  Until he tried to move.  I didn't know what was going on with him.  But soon found he was completely tangled in fishing line.  I called animal control.  They soon sent 2 outofshape lazy workers to the rescue.  That made it clear to me that they would not chase it, or try for too long.  So this nice surfer guy that had already tried to capture it with his rash guard would standby to help.  Stuff like this breaks my heart.  For the bird.  Surfers guy was super cool.  Mother Nature loves you.  So do I.  Animal control officers become callused to this type of thing. I get it.  But I want everything saved.  Or at least some effort.  Instead they made excuses.  Karma.  Maybe for me too, because I couldn't or wouldn't stand around long enough for him to sway back out of the surf. 2 lifeguard shacks down.  It was just one of those moments.  So we spent the rest of the day, cleaning all of our new toys. kidding.  Actually, just doing not much of anything, but lay in the sun.  And hang out.  And drive Kali to Mac's.  And back to the dock.  To do nothing.  Well, Bill always finds something to work on.  He just does. 

And then it was time to celebrate with these little birdies.  So we cleaned up.  Curled my hair, jumped in the boat and headed over to their Casa.  Across the channel.  Oh.  And on the way.  Something devastating happened.  As I was stepping into our little rad boat, with my heels on.  Thinking I'm all sexy and hot.  I. D.R.O.P.P.E.D. M.Y. P.H.O.N.E.I.N.T.H.E.W.A.T.E.R.  yes you read that right.  Right down into the ocean she went.  My lovely Pantech.  The lover in my life.  Down she went.  And I could feel my lung and right arm spiral right down with her.  I stood there in shock. Bill did too.  Just because he knew how the evening would unfold.   BUT  I sucked it up.  Told my self a million and gazillion times, that the kids can call Bill.  My friends will understand later if they text me and don't get a response.  That my life is underwater.  Because we were celebrating with friends.  And phones can be replaced.  Another time. Another moment.  Just let it gooooooooooo.   (easier said than done. Right?) Right.  

Because we were celebrating 22 years of this adorbs couple.  They took us, to Simmzy's in LB.  Go there.  Fast.  Try ANYTHING.  That place was/is amazing.  It truly is.  Wow.  Is all I can say.  WOW.  It's not fancy (which I love) it's good grub.  The vibe is fun.  The service is amazing.  The weather was perfect.  Such a fun night.  Simmzy's is brand spankin new.  Please try it local peeps. But before you go, call me, so I can go with you. Deal?  Deal.

This made up for my phone underwater.   Kids, this is a deep fried donut filled with fresh cut apples.  Covered with caramel, hot and real vanilla ice cream.  As the kids say "DANK".  It was.  Wowza.

Where I sat.  Looking directly up. My favorite car.  So cool.  To me.  Happy Anniversary Randy and Carmen.  I love your love story.  Keep it strong.  Keep it real.  People love you.  I know we do. 

Moving forward to Sunday morning.  We DID go across the street for another workout.  Yes.  Rub your eyes again.  That made 3 in a row for this girl.  I'm already twirling around in my room with new shorts on, feeling all pretty.  HA! And while we waited for the tide to go out.....and I said like 4 prayers that Bill would dive down and find her.   This is what he did for me.  When we got back.  Cold water.  Sunday morning.  Sunshine.  Dock.  Pantech.  Where are you? 

Bill loves Lisa.  Pretty sure of that. 

One of the toys I found.  Prayed with me.  We have matching feet.  Huge.  His muscles are like Billy's.  He was my good luck charm. 

And there she is!  Miss. Pantech.   Found.  I kissed her.  I missed her.  I went straight to the AT&T store.  Bought another one.  All of my friends, wait, I take that back.  One friend Kyoko, Kris and Kali will be so disappointed with me.  They're all, Lisa get a new one.  I'm all, no.  I am a creature of habit. I like simple.  The kids were mad too.  They want to send me video's too.  I don't want videos.  Send em to my email.   My life is this computer.  I want a simple phone, with simple buttons.  Get over it.  Love me for me, not my phone. hahahaha.  BUT....I did lose quite a few numba's.  So players, if you get a "who's this?" back from me, at any given time.  Please don't get your undies in a bunch.  just respond.  And just love this simple girl.  K?  K.  thanks.   My niece Tor, my friend Jaymee, Kristine, Nikki. and a few others, like my cousins, and yea, just understand if you get that response from me...you have been lost.  so text me girls and guys.  Now. Thanks. 

This is how I felt this morning.  I woke up to a quiet house.  A new phone.  A beautiful life.  Thankful.  Fun weekend.  My kids are safe, healthy...able.  My pets are spoiled beyond words.  My lover is back in my hands.  My love is such a good love.  And he knows that. 

Wait.  One final thing.  Get your camera out.  Take lots of pictures.  Because YOU are the memory keeper.  

Boom.   Almost done with Monday. 

Me.