I know this much.

Raising a teenage daughter has by far been the most challenging.  Most recently than any other time. It's just  a puzzle. Her first 6 weeks of life were kind of horrible.  Actually 3 months.  She was a fussy colicky baby. But such the sweet soul thereafter.  Always helpful.  Always loving.  Fast forward Chapter s.i.x.t.e.e.n.  One minute she's so sweet and appreciative, and the next moment she is a quiet stinger of a creature that sleeps under the same roof as me.  This Mom that would drop anything to help her.  This Mom that has prepared, talked, helped and loved every single ounce of her being. 

And so this morning I finally decided.  It's time for a "Come to Mama" talk.  It's time to sit her down and explain that she is NOT a Queen in our home.  That the very car she drives is in fact mine. That the food I prepare each day is a blessing.  That my soul deserves more time and respect.  That her phone that acts as a life support system isn't mandatory but more luxury.  That her friends that live in "higher places" are in for a shocker someday when all of their little luxuries, credit cards, and fancy cars become their own responsibility.  We haven't been one to "hand" things to Kali.  However this chick DOES have some pretty nice conveniences...and luxuries.  She does.  And each time her attitude kicks in, the more I'd like to yank a few things.
Kali doesn't have a mean spirit, just more dry and kind of stand offish.  She gives me this vibe of "I'm overwhelmed and tired".  I get it . I'm tired too.  I have been tired.  I've had sleepless nights many many times over raising her/them.  So I understand tired.

I'm trying hard to teach her the concept of responsibility and respect.  These two things do in fact go hand in hand.  That coming home from school and doing chores, and cleaning her room and "hanging up ALL her clothes" is in fact necessary.  And talking with her Mom in a non-condescending way is expected.  Because lately when I say things, she seriously looks at me like I am a martian.  She does. And it hurts. At times I actually feel like dosie-do-in' her around. 

Her life is just this.  School. Gianni. Friends. Soccer. Car. Gatherings for friends.  More school.  Is it just me that needs to understand that being 16 and 17 is a selfish age?  Am I being too sensitive?  Am I forgetting these years with my boy? Are these changes happening just more self awareness? Or is this girl just in need of a nice sit down chat?

Maybe what I am trying to say, is she that she sometimes acts like an.....Ass.  eh em.  kidding.
No seriously, lately things have been different.  Way different. As in I feel like I am losing that super close relationship with her. My sweet little sugar plum.
Is this a phase?  Do any of you that have raised teen girls or have participated in this rodeo have good advice? Still in this rodeo with me?  Man, I feel your pain.  That's for golly dang sure-

Does my "This too shall pass" motto live strong and true at this point?

I just wish these days will become sweeter and more enjoyable around her.  I wish that her attitude would break free.  That she soon realizes her time with her Mom isn't guaranteed.  And that she would realize this.
It does hurt at times.  Thanks for reading my rant. My journal. 
My talk with her will come sooner than later.  I need to clarify some things.
Yes, her chores are a priority and the house she lives in does in fact require attention.
That her "bank card" will be earned.
This world doesn't revolve just around her.  I will make this very clear. Until then, pray for me.  Or pray for her.  That she still has a phone, car, arms and legs.  jk.

boom.

Enjoy your day, you parents that have raised your little creatures successfully.

Happy Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Thursday.

Words of encouragement welcome.  

P.S.  Happy Birthday Carmen!

L

What's Up Wednesday!

Things that make me laugh. Thank you Kris, you know how to make yo mama laugh hard. 

Things that melted me over the weekend...

He may or may not left it on my table seating while I was looking away.   This player is sneaky.  And...it's too small for my ring finger.  #justmyluck. Worth that long bike ride. ha.

Would love this in black, minus that cheesy belt.  Well, maybe I take it back. Just the way she's standing is killing it. And not in a good way.  ha.  

The full moon has passed.  Man, the nasty and rude sure venture out during this beautiful sighting.   Maybe you agree with me, maybe you don't.

Things that remind me of summer, like this song. (conservative friends, don't get undies in a bunch with lyrics. This song just reminds me of the lake, sunshine and the boat)

http://youtu.be/rmadSGJCzo8

My next adventure with the kiddos will be here...

I hope you all get out and enjoy this beautiful sunshine.  Although it's brisk in the morning, I love nothing more then to hear all the birdies singing their songs.   They are happy.  The sun is shining.  Their nests are full. (in their hiding spots I help block and save from B.) This morning while in the kitchen cleaning up lunch and breakfast prep, I opened my window.  I could hear and smell Springtime. It's close you guys.  It's very close.  Plant your flowers, excerise that body of yours.  Summer is close.

What are you happy about today?  Anything?  THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING.

Remember money doesn't buy happiness. It is, in fact the little things.

Live the little moments of bliss.  Whether it be a cup of coffee, great glass of wine, or three.  kidding.  settle down.  Or a nice long walk.

This mornings bliss for me?  Sweet birdies singing, and the CD my bud Nikki left for me months ago.

Dave Matthews you rock buddy.

Go play.  Work hard. Eat good. And never ever litter.

xoxo

Leese

This kind of love.

I log onto FB over the weekend, I see this picture.  Of this sweet-pea.  Ready to be adopted by an old friend Sophie.  It read, "Crossing my fingers she comes home with me"  While she waits through the adoption process.  The term  "Be kind to animals",  in my heart also means adopt, or foster.  She did.  So without further ado, let me introduce you to "Libby".

I made a comment to "Soph" about how beautiful she is.  And how lucky they are to have each other.  And she posted this picture dedicated to me.  It melts me.   Talk about a happy ending love story.
Want a friend that will love you unconditionally?  Forever, and ever?  These fellers.  I prefer adoptions from shelters.  They've been tossed around enough.  Just look at her.....swooon. 

She will always make you happy when skies are gray.  I promise you this much Sophie. 
And the Karma potion just spreads out further and further. 

Happy Tuesday Taco Heads.

I've been a bbq'n fool this week so far.  Last night BBQ Turkey Bleu Cheese Burgers..yum.
Tonight we'll go the salmon route. 

Here fishy fishy. 

ENJOY THE SUNSHINE and get out for a walk.  Trust me, you'll be glad you did. 

boom

L

We do this, they do that.

These love birdies visited Disneyland...new passes. More chances.  Favorite thing right now, the water show, and The Cars ride.  Super cool.

The other birdies headed to the lake.  Jet Ski races, and more moments with their cousins.  Life was super.

Meanwhile, Bill and I decided to peddle, peddle and peddle some more.....

to the tune of TEN MILES. 

But that's ok, because this little rascal needed it.

I may or may not have had a margarita in hand...

On my new cute pink bike.

I did however, have a few "moments" while on this trail.  It was back in nineteen seventy something that I climbed down those ice plants and cliffs with our Dad while he surfed.  And fished.  With my sack lunch and big blanket.  It doesn't really seem like yesterday, but the smell of the ocean, the glistening of the sunshine on the waves, will take me right back.  And for that I am grateful.  Those forever southern california roots. Thank you Dad.

And.....guess who's birthday was yesterday?

He loves surprises.  And on his day, it was even more special. 

Bella waited patiently as he helped unwrap....

Once opened, this little koala and it's babe were quickly separated while they played tug-o-war. 

Having a blast on his big day....

Ended his night like this. New baby.  Bucks is 4.  and life is good.  I prepped a big meal, in Oscar mode, and was thoroughly disappointed.  That Seth guy sucked.  The music they start as people go over their speech limit, is hysterical to me.  And the Jaws theme?  Funny.   I hope everyone was able to make it through.  I wasn't.  Out like a flip switched down.  Woke to see who won bright and early today.   For today, I love this sunshine. I hear the sun will shine bright all week.  Fire up your bbq's people.  Water your flowers.  Fertilize your lawns.  Be happy.  Be ready.  Sunshine is good.  Be good. Or be bad.  Just be kind to animals, and love the one your with.  xoxo

Thai-orture. Ha.

Holy Hot Rod Happy Friday!
Bill had been at a clothing convention.  And...of course rocked it.  Everything turned out perfect. After three nights in Vegas...(I know, roll your eyes, poor baby..ha) we actually aren't Vegas people. Truth is, we'd rather sit on some beach somewhere opposed to a casino filled with smoke.  boom.

But...adding new clients, new designs, and introducing the new logo.  It rocked....and so you will see new designs and changes like this.  Simple. Modest. Amazing.

So while I waited throughout my day to pick him up. Yes, I still get butterflies when driving to the airport to get him. I guess that's a good sign, right?   With that being said, my little afternoon delightful surprise for him..was......a massage. Lat tee freakin dah...a massage.  And to top things off, I booked it at a Thai Place. Recommended by my buddy Cindy.  We pull into the driveway, smiles on our faces, and giggles in our souls.  I don't know why, but there's something always awkward about massages.  And massage places. Kind of creepy if you ask me.  But heck, it's my surprise. It's a cute little date before a yummy dinner. So, now, without further delay, let me set the tone:  We walk in...the place is immaculate. The people are super sweet.  And the place was Q.U.I.E.T.  And when things are too quiet, the silly side comes out in me.  Yes, indeed.  We are both quickly escorted into different rooms. Super cute, wooden floored rooms.  Nice beds, little tables.. and hangers for my stuff.  The sweet girl comes in to put a big bucket of water by the bedside.  Here, put u feet here, i come back.  ME: Oh, ok...smiling, I put my feet in the super cute wooden big bucket, with perfectly hot temped water. I then realize I want to toss my gum out of my mouth, so I find the little trash across from me.  I decide "I can make it".  And....I don't.  At this point, I have this wrap cloth around me.  Dressed in just that.  Gum staring at me on the floor, and ANY SECOND she is gonna tap on that door for her return.  So, I jump off the table, grab the gum, toss in trash, and DIDNT get a chance to dry my wet feet spot.  ha.  I began to dwell on it.  She comes in.  I have this serious urge to laugh.  Like big time laugh.  And it won't go away.

If any of you  have had a "Thai" Massage, let it be known, I HAVE NEVER.  And what began as "torture", continued for N.I.N.E.T.Y.  minutes.  Grunting my way through it.  Holding my eyes closed super tight, at times feeling like tears were gonna fall.  She would continue to "get out my knots".  I would pray the clock was speeding up.  And again, still had this desire to crack up.  At one several points she was on top of my back, my legs, and my shoulders.  Take note, she was twice the size of me. I could hear her breathing.  All I could do to not laugh, was from the pain.  All along thinking...hmmm I thought "Massage" meant FEEL good, and relax.

I made it through.  After my torture ended, I had oil in my hair.  I could hear Bill outside of the room in the reception hall.  We both smiled, paid, left and cracked up in the parking lot.  We were both red eyed, oily and wiped out.  For me, more out of complete "shock". HA!
We stepped over into a nice little Thai restaurant where we sulked with our fav Pineapple rice, with veggies and of course, WINE.
After collapsing into bed, and watching "Wrecking Wars".  I know be jealous, we dozed off after our own wrecking war, to awake a few hours later with THEE SOREST BODIES EVER.  It's 11pm, were stumbling to get advil. Kind of laughing.  Until this morning.  "Those knots" she worked on?  Yea, I am bruised.

I'm working.  I do have a long day.  I have learned that "Thai" massages aren't for me.  Maybe B, but not me.  I enjoyed being back together.  More experiences we go through together.  That's the funny part. The stuff we've done, and look back on.  Hey, it was a good deal.  And I never fly by a good deal.

And of course Super Man is back at it today.  Busy as ever.  Groggy and sore as ever.  But things are rockin.  It's FRIDAY. And today is Officially Margarita Day.  For serious and sho. It is.  And that means, let's get the chips and salsa ordered, that special glass rimmed with salt ready.  Because the sun is shining, my knots are out.
Man it's been a great week.  My kids are safe.  My kids are healthy.  My house is dirty.  Which means I did nothing.  The fridge is empty, which answers even more questions.

But my baby is back.  The sun is shining.  It's Margarita Day.  And my knots are out. Is that cheese on my sides? Yes it is.  EEwwwwwww!  dang it.  yum.  now stop looking. 

u likey knots out? just breathe. you b fine. rellllax.

And this will conclude my Thai experience.

Let's rendezvous on Monday?  Deal? Deal.

Great, see you then.

Chow.

xoxo

off for more advil.  boom

Life to hers.

There is a website/blog that I follow.  And I love. It's the little reminders of how a father and mothers reactions, teachings, love can blend into their future forever, and ever.  The vital teachings of kindness.  Patience.  Courage.  Persistence.  Dedication. Faith.  and more kindness.
Enjoy.  And please share.

http://lifetoheryears.com/

Being a parent is one of the hardest things in this world.  Creating decent human beings even harder.

(This picture above reminded me of our house.  My son. And the many pets I've rescued. Nurtured. Fed. And yes, made things work.)I recently heard my tattood covered son carrying on a conversation with a very elderly customer at the shop.  The dynamic between the ages, and the respect and time my son took for and with this gentleman gave two sets of factors.  My son learned many new things from this man.  Things from his past. The value of a dollar now vs. then.  The true hardship to make that dollar.  The respect from this man to a youngin, because my son took the time to listen.  I believe this man viewed this young guy as a different typical aged young man.  That although he is a polished tattood young feller, he is kind.  He is true. And he will always share beauty from the wisdom he has been taught.  And you know where that comes from right?  From parenting. Through the hardest roughest years.  You manage to keep on working with them.
That means silly-ness.  Forgiveness.  Fairness.  And most of all kindness in this imperfect world.

How are you all doing today?  A little cold in the southwest.  Sunshine we love you, but Mr. Wind, you are a crazy dude today.

Enjoy your night.  And get something done.
Or maybe not.  Lay on your bed and read your favorite book.

As for me and my body? We serve the gym.  Today I must serve the gym.
It's rough pulling into that driveway, but the minute I step back out...I climb on top of my car and roar.  ha.
No, I run home and make a heaping huge plate of food.  haha.

So go enjoy kids. 

Just eat healthy. Trust me.  You will be glad you did.

Never forget that love note.  boom

xoxo-  to you Bill if you read this.  I miss you way too much silly head.

You have plenty of time now...

Over the weekend I mentioned to Bill about how crazy it is to look back on the years of raising little ones.
The car seats, the driving back and forth to preschools, long events like Christmas programs, getting a little girl ready every. single. morning.  Braids, bows, cute shoes to match her outfits.  Not to mention the conversations in the car about who was acting like "this" and sometimes like "that"....and how she hoped her lunch didn't have oranges in it because it made her whole lunch taste like an orange.  How Kris would ask for me to come by the track and "watch em all ride".  And I would.  How he'd ask for me to drive him way out to Hemet for a jump track that had a foam pit. In my little ol' Jetta.  And I would.  How Kali played at different little fields, and practiced a couple nights a week, with a mama as "team mom".  And I'd organize mom's to sit with me and make bows.  How the date nights had to be organized by finding a sitter.  How all of these mornings, I managed to do it.  By myself.  Each day, and each night. I did it.  No fear.  I am the strong one remember.  I really had no other choice.   I never ever missed a morning breakfast or packed lunch.  I drove hundreds of miles for them.  Many fields with Kali...near and very far.  Just her and I.  I always made it work. Tired, sick or absent... I somehow was able to coordinate or manage it.  Fast forward to High School and they drive off. Literally.  All they need is their bank card for food and gas.  Time frames and reminders of responsibilities, and they "are off an goin" -

And then.....his words.  "Yea, see you thought you were busy back then"....
In other words, I interpreted it as "You have plenty of time now"
Thanks Bill.  Thanks. You are truer than true, you wise feller. 

And I will tell you what I do now....but first, don't take this wrong.  It's not a bad thing...what I do now.

I'm learning to be alone more.  More time for me.  More time for walks.  The gym. Eating healthy. Spending time with friends.  More time of reflecting on what life is for me now.  I never imagined. There are days that I feel lost.  There are days that I would rather be with the one I love who is working so hard.  Like this now.  The big show of the year.  Remember that place where I stalked Carey Hart?  The place where "Rich Weirdo" clothing is? yea that place.  LV

Grrrrr.  Get it baby.

Oh new logo how I love thee.  Fatal is moving big things around, right about now.  It's all happening fast.
As for me, I will continue to figure out the busy path. My mantra should shout, work out or rock out.  But I must keep my examples clean and clear.  Like shop til I drop.  Or clean with gleem.  Or at this point maybe a rapper.  Either way we look at it, I am keeping busy.  I have a cleaner car.  The trunk is emptier.  The seats remain super clean.  I do continue to share clothes with my teen girl, making my style extra fun at times. 
I look forward to summer.  I just do.  I look forward to hanging with my dude, while we water our silly side. 

Happy Tuesday Taco Heads.  Any Taco specials in your town? Or did that fad fade away......
For some strange reason my cooking tall hat fell off this week.  Do you have those weeks? One week your on like a chef. Rallying for great meals for all. And the next week you cringe when some creature you live with says "so whats the plan for dinner".  ha.

Southern Cali Surfers, Jack-freaking-pot! SURF is up today.  Dirty water though.  Thanks to litter bugs. 

And for the other worker bee's.  Get your cutest rain boots out. 

And dance in the water....who cares.  You got time. 
Pretend that the world is perfect, the sky is pink and rainbows do in fact have some gold at the end.

P.S. I did get a new lime tree that I look forward to planting.  It's little plastic sign that held on tight read "fast growing mexican green limes".  Bring it baby. That's what she said-  Limes.  Salt.  and......fill in the rest.

Love,
Me. 

Little slices of goodness.

Friday night we rallied home just in time for the sun set.  We fired up the BBQ, and labored over a little pizza.  And with that pizza, I cut up little pieces of organic zucchini, spinach, red onion, blue cheese, with seasonings, and laid it all right on top. It soon becomes a perfect crispy bottom, with just such perfect tenderness for the veggies.. Delish is an understatement.  So so good.
Saturday morning we awoke to beautiful sunshine and slightly warm offshore winds.  So we headed here..

I went for a run.

And collected shells.  Which I leave there in the ocean when I'm done admiring.....

My lover searched too. 

We soon became hungry and so we headed to....

Our local Farmers Market

The idea was to juice....

Prettiest view....

And soon it was time to get ready for dinner with The Six Pack. 

Somewhere new.  Something different.

While these little birdies waited for their movie to begin.  Safe Haven.  Heard it's adorable.

La Parolaccia Osteria Italiana. 

Very authentic. Very cozy.  Very warm.  And very very original.

And of course we couldn't end our fun night in a nice little quaint restaurant, someone said..."night-cap" 

Sure an Irish Coffee sounds good.  And....Bill totally loves my necklace. ha.

Moving on to water..

H2o in the LBZ.  Good times.

Bill served me this on a glorious Sunday morning...swoon.

We would soon venture off on our bikes for breakfast.....at our fav.  "Secret Spot".

Soon heading over to the wetlands to check out the latest and greatest....

Love

Daddy's girl growing way. too. fast.

Like, way too fast.

Love

When you see it.

Its a beautiful breezy sunshiny Sunday.   I hope all you little nuggets enjoyed the weekend.  Are you ready to attack this week?  no?  How about putting one foot in front of the other, while wearing the most comfy clothes you have, and the bestest lipgloss, or hat and just going for it.   You see, the thing is, life is hard, but it's good.  Some don't ever get the chance.  So do it.  Go work it.  Be safe along the way.  And always kind to animals.  

May peace be with you.  And traffic be light tomorrow.  Happy Presidents Day!

Can anyone else feel Spring in the air?  Strawberries and blueberries are the first happy sign.

xoxo