I Wanna Get Lost In Your Rock and Roll.

As I previously mentioned, I went to Truckee last week to do absolutely nothing. During the 3.5 hour drive back down, this song came on the radio and it was so fitting with the scenery in front of me. I rolled all the windows down and turned the volume up, and enjoyed it while it lasted.

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Disconnect to Reconnect.

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I may have lived in the city all my life, but I love me some nature. While I’m more of a tropical sunsets and salty beach hair kinda girl, the serenity a clear lake surrounded by a forrest of trees looming over you is seldom unparalleled. 

I’ve told you plenty of times that I have AMAZING people in my life. And the amazing people in my life have amazing people in theirs. Just last week, my best friend’s best friend Cathy happened to be in town from LA to pick up her boss’s car up North in Truckee. She ended up house sitting for a day, and in an attempt to do a little bit of soul searching (as well as to enjoy the scenery) I tagged along.

Although a short trip, I relished every second of disconnecting from the world. Even the silence of my own room is deafening compared to the stillness of the forest. There’s something soothing about the way the sunlight kisses the water, and I could get hypnotized by the ripples made with my tiny feet. It’s just. Different. My only regret? Not turning off my phone during my stay there. But then how would I have ever gotten that amazing shot up there? lol. 

I stil haven’t found what I’ve been looking for. Then again, I’m not exactly sure what I’m looking for. Regardless, it’s always humbling to be in the presence of something so vast as a reminder that the world is much bigger than the pain and confusion you are currently feeling. 

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Slow Motion Fuh Me.

Imagine a bunch of drunk people slip-n-sliding. Then, imagine them slip-n-sliding into a game of flip cup. And then, throw a body roll into the mix. This video doesn’t even do our Labor Day Weekend BBQ justice. Shout out to the SoCal fam for the hospitality, esp Anna, Patiwut (Patiwho?) and Dr. Dre for house sitting lol.

Labor Day Slip n Slide from Dre Casasola on Vimeo.

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Kid Tested, Mother DisApproved.

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We’ve already established that I want to have kids one day. Before I ever decided that I wanted to get married, I knew wanted to have kids. I always figured it would be me, my two dogs, two kids, and four houseplants ballin outta control. I’ll see my friends 1.5 year old give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her he loves her, and I can’t wait to have kids of my own. But then, I’ll hear about a kid smearing his poop ridden diaper all over the carpet and thank the stars above that the children that are currently in my life are returnable. As much as I love kids and want to have some of my own some day, I still have my qualms about being a parent. Below are a few reasons why.

1. Home made crafts: What the fuck am I going to do with all those homemade cards my children are going to be bringing home from school? You know, the Christmas cards with cotton balls glued to the front that resemble Frosty the Snowman, and Thanksgiving turkeys made by tracing their hands?! My fridge will only be so big, I can’t be buying two just to accommodate their kindergarten dreams of being Picasso. And where am I going to put their popsicle picture frames? That shit is gonna fuck up the feng shui of the modern interior design of my living room! 

2. Broken dreams: Speaking of dreams, how does a parent support her child’s dream IF S/HE SUCKS AT IT?  How do I encourage they try out for American Idol if they sound like a dying cat? I wonder how many bottles of wine I’m going to throwback everytime I pay for a semester at their dream art school, when all their artwork still looks like the Frosty the Snowman cotton balls they made in kindergarten. Am I supposed to fake laugh during their stand up routine at The Improv when I secretly want to sneak out the backdoor and chill in my car with the engine running until they’re finished? 

3. ADD: Kids can do a lot of things: poop, cry, whine, eat, etc. You know what else they can do? TALK. Kids reach this certain age where they want to tell you everything and everything takes at least 17 minutes to explain. I eagerly await and dread the day I come home with a work-induced migraine and my kids, filthy from playing run up to me with a plethora of questions like, “Why is the sky blue? Why do dogs bark? Where do babies come from? Why Why Why WHY WHY?” What do I do when I am too engulfed in Love And Hip Hop ATL to listen to their 30 minute stories about how their imaginary friend Rex stole daddy’s wallet and took it to the land of Purple Doggledooders over the rainbow? 

4. The “cool” factor: I don’t care what you motherfuckers think – I am fucking cool. Even at my utmost UNcool, I still have two extremely cool little big cousins that keep me in check. Thanks to my blog and social media, I’m able to stay hip with the times. WTF? That is totally some shit an old, uncool person would say. Alas, I know that no matter how cool I am my kids won’t want anything to do in public with me once they hit the sixth grade. And at one point (or seven points) in their lives they will even hate me. Especially if I’m going to embarrass them as much as I plan to.

5. I’m going to be THAT mom at the playground: You know, that mom that gives the signature “Don’t test me” mom face to other people’s kids. That mom that will put a helmet, elbow pads, knee pads and head to toe leathers on their child when first learning how to ride a bicycle. That mom that’s screaming at the little league coach and getting kicked out of high school basketball games. You know, that mom who does a hymen inspection on every hood rat her son takes home. 

 

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Bae to LA Pt II

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Bae to LA Pt I

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Believe It, Or Not.

When I was little, I believed that my mother was the  most beautiful woman in the world. From her impeccable fashion sense, to the way she drove, to even her penmanship, I believed everything she did was perfect

When I was little, I also believed in organized religion. I was Catholic and believed in God. I believed in heaven and hell. I believed that one should always do the right thing even though no one was around, because He was always watching. 

When I got older, I believed in spirituality. I believed in karma: good, bad and in between. I believed in the law of attraction and read The Celestine Prophecy (twice). I believed in affirmations, meditation and yoga – oh my!

Now? Now I believe that shit just happens. Good things happen to bad people, and bad things happen to good people. I believe that (for the most part) your life is the way it is, because of the decisions you made. And while there may be someone out there for everyone, I believe that not everyone gets to meet them.

You know what else I used to believe? I believed that love was enough.  Continue reading

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