A Few Roll Their Eyes.

There's a FULL MOON  a'risen kids! 

Dawned on me this morning while on the freeway and a guy was close enough to pull my hair ridin' my bumper and so I checked to make sure my brakes were workin' okay...causing a tall finger in the middle of his hand to fling out the window,  I then soon realized..."hey the full moon must be close"-

July 27th, 2018.  The beautiful part, it's FRIDAY!

Flip me off all you want Broooo, we're all just trying to get this shift shit done and back home anyway!

If you're in the beach area, the grunion will be runnin strong tonight at 9:00pm ish--

The thing about full moons, is some folks believe they cause a raucous and some don't.

Bill is one of those that rolls his eyes at me.  His mama was a sweet believer in superstition and so I often wonder if he's just putting up a front with me on it.  I'm quite sure he's witnessed some assholes the last couple of days.  The question is, does he think of the moon, or just disregard it as just an asshole.  

Wine helps in this situation kids.  So sip wine.  Just don't tailgate people and then flip them off when they wanna make sure their brakes work.  Because, well,  #TAILGATERS SUCK.

Any fun plans for the weekend?  

Tonight, we'll be here.  Bonfires night!  

Guess what I have planned in the morning?  LAUNDRY.   jealous, aren't  you?

Because I've been putting off running the dryer, the love is overfloweth in the towel department. 

And guess what else I will do?  I will go to my besties Garage Band Party.  A place we gather every summer dancing to classic rock jams from Shelley's garage.  It's where neighbors and friends gather. Getting caught up. 

A little highlight of my summer I look forward to.  Simple. Full of goodness.  Good food, good drinks and lots of chattin' with those we love!

We'll probably be out cruising in out hot boat too...

It's my favorite place lately.

Away from so many things...

Have a great weekend kids...

Go pass out kindness.  And if you can't pass out kindness, well shoot for a big smile at a stranger.

Trust me, it works. 

And keep your finger to yourself. 

Love,

This Mama Lisa

Who Sits At A Concert

Another wild (last) week in the books for The Lisa and The Bill.

Tried to blog a couple times, and yet the words all just seemed so blah.  So depressing. 

Last week was one that felt like days justrantogether.  Friday hit, and we both reminded the other of a concert we looked so forward to months ago. 

My love for Bad Company is pretty deep. I seriously LOVE all of their music.  I can be anywhere and hear the slightest tune, and instantly sing along in my head. 

LOVE!

Friday evening proved no different.  

We rolled into the venue at Irvine Five Points (cute, interesting venue) fake grass, corn hole, expensive drinks (tall cans that make you feel like a real dude) and cocktails with a plastic fancy "souvenir" cup for a mere $30.00-

Thank GOODNESS for the Good Ol' Yard House in Irvine.  A place we've always enjoyed. 

People watching, good food, and most important, good music.

I got my wine on there, so all was good about the minute we arrived here.

Sun still shining...not too hot, not too cold. 

As we stroll in after hearing the first headliner...I sit down, and instantly see Paul Rogers make his way out to begin..."walking down this rocky road......."

I look around and NOT.A.SINGLE.PERSON.IS.STANDING.

What, in the actual hell?!

But no worries kids....

This girl stood.  This girl dances at concerts.  Crazy girl.  Or am I?

And I stood dancing and singing until the last song was sung.  

Then Jeff Beck came on, and the crowd continued to sit, and I got ants in my pants, or wheels from my wine, and we were outta there.  HAHAHA!

You guys....WHO SITS AT A CONCERT?!

And Jeff Beck is just guitarrrr, guitarrrr and more guitttarrrrrrrrrrrrr

The crazy part, is I feel disrespectful to stand while those around me sat. 

Do I go to the back?  

Do I sit down, and wiggle my booty in my seat? 

I mean, COME ON.....

Sean Ireland, are you reading this? 

In other news....

Life's been just one big bowl of tart cherries.  No lake time. 

My face- LOLLL!!!!

 No getaways, just hustlin day in and day out.  Cherishing dinners with girlfriends.  Meeting new friends and having dinner with them-Hi Kris and Rick!-

We find silver linings in pouring a good wine at the right time.  Sunsets. Laughter with friends. Listening to one another in a quiet room.  Dreams. 

(Picture taken 3 million years ago when we had time to play at the lake)

I have dinner with my son every Monday night.  Often wonder if the plan for him to come back home was meant to be.  To see him each week. That one night to catch up.  Just the two of us. 

He has a new girlfriend now, whom we adore...

Her name is Rachel

I get caught up on things in his life in a more private, quiet setting.  The kitchen table kind of convo. 

Kali's sourcing out as a 22 year old would.  Anxious as we figured would happen.  Graduating college and figuring out the life plan.  Work. Living location.  Where to work if she does come back here.  Commutes and reality. Asking my opinion, and yet at times, arguing my opinion.  

Closing a phone call last week because we both don't agree with her decisions.  And yet, deep in my mama feathers, I know that standing back and letting her figure things out is the best recipe.  

No one handed me all the ideas, and in reality, it's up to you, and you alone to really soar, fall, soar again and fall again.

Life.

Sometimes mama knows what she's talking about...and sometimes she doesn't.  It's up to the goodness of nature and human nature to figure it allll out.
I have 100% complete faith she will.
All in her plans. 

Right?

This morning I received a text from my mom that Peakie (their peacock) was killed by a mountain lion.

They've taken care of (never really owned, because he found them, and would come and go a few times, venturing across streets(2 lane hwy) in search of a mate, but always, always making his way back to them)

He lived behind my dads truck, using the bumper as a spot to groom and stare back at himself as though it WAS his mate.  He brought many years of happiness to my parents. Well over 10 years.  Feathers so beautiful my mom would send them to our little cousins to sell. 

I'm still in shock of this news.

Mostly just heartbroken for my parents.  They choose to live up there far, far away.  And the choice of happiness they find, is caring for animals. From skunks, to deer.  Peacock, to kitties. 

I am so so sad....

How's your summer going?  

Heatwave meltin' ya down?

Soul searching going good?

Whatever you're doing, I hope it's good. 

And worth it. 

If not now, maybe later. 

JUST PULL UP YOUR POSITIVE PANTS AND KEEP ON DANCING! 

Even if everyone else just sits.  At a concert. 

Don't be that person.

PLEASE.

"Caring about what people think of you is useless, most people don't even know what they think of themselves"

Cheers,

Lisa 

ps. If you pray, Jenny my transplant buddy is in the fight.  Right smack in the middle of the ring. Radiation done, BIG dose of chemo done, and now the counts will drop, and things get wild, for transplant day FRIDAY.

May God protect her.  Her babies, and all of their souls.

Just Keep Swimming

***Fair warning- I don't have a tidy bow for this post.  

Because I'm being a drama queen, I started this post on Tuesday.  We're at the end of Thursday and I'm just posting. #crybaby

I try to expose our real life here.  And most of the time it looks pretty good. And MOST of the time it feels pretty good.  Because in real true reality, after all we've been through, most of the petty stuff is just mediocre bullshit I let roll off.  So our life is amazing, considering. 

Lately though, I am at the boiling point like a teapot.  Bill, and both kids will tell ya when mama is not happy, the world around her is not happy.

Lisa, The Teapot. 

I've always preached to others about avoiding the envious game while watching others enjoy the good things in this life. The sights and sounds of summer. I will always root for those around me out and about enjoying all the beautiful things this life offers. Lately I am completely feeling the envy while watching others take vacations. Not even elaborate vacations, (because we really never do-far away travels aren't our gig) but just to----

"Get away"-  

Getting away to me is sitting in this pool above.  No schedules.  With no where to be. No one to answer to.  No calls to make.  No papers to shuffle. No customer to ease.  No payments to be made.  No responsibilities to care for. No cooking. No cleaning.  Just to be still.
To put our juggling balls down.  {Thats.what.she.said}

I don't even sleep in.

I just need a change of space.
We both do. 

And lately, I am missing a break. 

I am tired. 

I cried at work.*insert crybaby emoji-  Our air conditioning is broke at the shop.  *insert bigger crybaby face. 

Anyone in the Southern California area this last week will tell you, the humidity and heat have been  no joke.  Ya I am thankful for the fans.  Ya I am thankful to be alive.  Ya, yaddity yaaaa yaaaa. 

Don't get me wrong, I love the life I live.  After all, I can remember a couple years back wondering just how much more I could see or take.

But lately?

Suck.

I try to regroup my thoughts.

My self talk is horrendous.
Maybe borderline freakish.

Perspective.  That word I lose a firm grip of often.

And so.

I keep swimming.

And yet...

My first text yesterday (Tuesday) morning was with a friend (I'll call her friend, even though I haven't personally hugged her yet, just keeping in close touch by text)-  She's admitting into City Of Hope  just like we did.  She's of Korean decent and just recently was told she has a donor (which is a huge miracle). She has the same type of leukemia that we fought, and if she doesn't have a transplant, she will not live.  Monday was her long orientation day at COH.  She has a slurry of questions each day.  All of which are so familiar. All of which I promised to help answer.  I can remember those days like they were yesterday.  Such the unknown.   Her biggest fear is radiation.  Part of me doesn't want to be honest with her, and so I only share the tidbits that I know will be helpful.  Also, each body receives things differently. She went on to ask if they had yoga and classes to take at good ol' City Of Hope.
Parts of me wanted to be brutally honest with her and lay that shit out, but the other part of me said, no Lisa, let her feel like yoga might be involved.  Let's let her experience roll out the way God intends for it to roll out.  Let's let things happen organically for them. For her.


Perspective.

She's a mother to two young girls.  8 and 12.  I can only imagine the thoughts flooding her on the daily.  I fought for my son, and yet she's fighting for her girls.  And husband.

She's scared.  She's curious.  She's ready. 

I stepped out of my car after fielding answers back to her.  Mostly filled with HOPE. And encouraging words that I know she needs so bad right now. 

All of my little worries getting tossed into my trunk as I came into my office to start my day.

And yet, here I am.

Knowing full well I will read back on this post someday and think..shit Lisa, you sound like those people on Facebook that complain alldayeveryday and bathe in the reassurance.

I am not.
LOL!
I know life's pendulum will swing.

Pity Partayy----

Ya with me?

Tired?

Hot?

Frustrated and tired of busting ass.  Tired of watching the lazy ones in society take advantage of our system?  Tired of the daily ins-n-out just trying to make ends meet?

Me too. 

Sink or swim, right?

Hope you can keep swimming. 

After all, we really have no choice.

Right?

Keep grinding kids.

Especially you Lisa Lynn.

Sorry I was in lala land for the last 2 weeks.

Just werkin', pushin biznass, and sipping wine with those I adore!

And my server, well...he's smokin' hot and serves a mean martini. 



Check out last nights sunset...

Perspective.

This Mama Lisa

Does my nose look big?  HAHAHAHA!