Archive for the love Category

Honoring Mabel + Jeannette

Posted in family, love on November 2, 2011 by gabrea

So inspired by the amazing and beautiful altars constructed in Sayulita’s plaza and at CVIS this year – Maxxi & I made our own Dia de los Muertos altar to honor my wonderful Abuelas, Jeannette Stoops and Mabel Bischoff.  Our altar has my favorite framed photo of the two of them – from our wedding reception in Kentuckiana – and some things that they both loved.

Mabel drank sweet black tea, played penny poker with her best pal Irene, and smoked like a chimney.  I hated the cigarettes and would hide them on her – she was not pleased.  We’d watch Wheel of Fortune and Magnum P.I. and eat butterscotch ice cream and have sugar biscuits for breakfast.  One time my cousins Scott & Shannon & I collected a bunch of fire-flies in a mason jar and set them all loose in her bedroom.  Jeez, we sure gave her a hard time.

Jeannette was an avid reader and a marvelous cook.  Her love of cooking and baking passed on to my dad and in turn to me.  My favorite meal of hers was fried chicken, mashed potatoes with milk gravy, and baby peas.  She made the best buckwheat pancakes with homemade syrup for breakfast.  She always used these metal bookmarks that hold your book open for you so you can read with one hand. The Hershey’s Kisses are for her, and the red backdrop is for her mother, my Great-Grandmother, Ma-Maw Stammer, whose favorite was “any color, just so it’s red.”

You amazing ladies are missed every day.  Your spirit, your hearts, your love, and your souls live on in your many children and grandchildren who carry your traditions through our lives and manifest your beings within ourselves.

QM

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Coin Operated Re-Dux

Posted in love, Maximo, music on March 10, 2011 by gabrea

Surrounded by music in our house day in and out, Maxxi is really finding his voice and rhythm.  The music is surely alive and thriving, with Los Gatos Negros going full throttle, mama learning to play bass guitar in the band, and the ever present uke and drums duo.  Maxxi lets it all swirl around him, and occasionally fires back his own magic versions of our favorite torch songs.  Witness the awesome-ness that is my boy.  I sure do love him.

Daddy’s Home!

Posted in Gabbi, love on January 19, 2011 by gabrea

2 Days Early – Yee-Haw!!

…and all is well in the world… xxxooo

Surf Widow Serenade

Posted in Gabbi, love, Uncategorized on January 16, 2011 by gabrea

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Strummin’ my uke

Singing a tune

My Man’s gone ‘way

But he’ll be home soon

 

Tanned and salty

From surf and sun

Homecomin’ lovin’s

Sure to be twice the fun

 

So ’till that day

I’ll keep my mind on the prize

Of my Love snugglin’ safely,

Once more ‘tween my thighs

***

Hurry home, lover.  You are missed.

My Boy, My Joy

Posted in family, love, Maximo on January 9, 2011 by gabrea

My boy – what joy he brings me each day.  Some days also have their share of frustration (more on this later, and my need/desire/struggle to be more p.a.t.ie…n…..t.), as he stretches his toddler boy wings and asserts his will oh-so-strongly.  Today (most days, every day) I reflect on the loveliness.  So much loveliness and love coming from that boy, it takes my breath away.  My son, my boy, my no-longer-baby, who speaks in full sentences, recites complete books, sings entire songs… who reasons and questions and weighs his options and is starting to understand consequence.  My boy, who sits quietly playing by himself, talking and imagining, re-playing stories from his books and movies, inserting himself into their imagined world, and bringing the characters back into his.

My boy, who rocks out like a maniac on the drums, singing at top volume, dancing like a rock star owning the stage.

My boy, running on the beach, riding horses and building sandcastles with mommy, walking and playing with daddy, throwing the frisbee with us, washing his hands free of sand again and again and again.

My boy, who loves his bedtime books, and has a new tradition started with daddy of just sitting and talking before going to sleep.  “Daddy, can we talk awhile?”

Swoon.

My boy, mi familia = LOVE

Decade-adence

Posted in Gabbi, love on July 23, 2010 by gabrea

Ten years ago today Gabbi and I went on our first date. It was a date I had anticipated and imagined for so long, as I had fallen for him hard over the course of our almost-year-long friendship to date. It was the start of a rare and magical love affair that defines and shapes and guides both of us through this life. From that day we have been inseparable, a steel fortress of a unit, entwined, enamored, enmeshed, enveloped in each other. A decade. It feels like yesterday and it feels like a lifetime, as all that truly matters in life has happened since that day. Then, we were children, but mere shadows of our unfulfilled selves, and we were drawn to each other through the most unlikely of circumstances. Such is true love, and I am so lucky in love to have found mine in Gabbi. My man who adores and worships me, entertains me, supports me, romances me, loves me, and always reminds me what is most important at the beginning of the day: us, our love, and the family we have created and hope to grow.

To share a bit of the awesome-ness that is my husband…  A few weeks ago I walked into our bedroom while Gabbi was out on a run, and found this card on my pillow.

Inside were pasted the re-written lyrics to a song we’ve always loved:

“Andee (You’re A Fine Girl)”

(As re-written by El Fantasti Fantasma)

There’s a town on a western bay
And it serves a hundred shots a day
Lonely surfers pass the time away
And talk about their lives

And there’s a girl, in this small beach town
And she works, rocking wedding gowns
They say “Andee, you’re the best in town”
She marries them 2 at a time

The young man says “Andee, you’re a fine girl
What a good wife you’re to me
Yeah your eyes could steal a surfer
From the sea.”

Andee, wears a silver six
Made of finest silver from the river Styx
A locket, to which the memory sticks
Of a man that Andee loves

He loves her every summer’s day
Bringing gifts, from near and far away
And he made it clear, he’d always stay
This beach-town was their home

The surfer said “Andee, you’re a fine girl
What a good wife you’re to me
My life, my lover, my lady
Is Andee.”

Yeah Andee used to watch his eyes when he told his drugged out story,
She could feel the syringe break the skin,
she saw it’s raging glory,
But he had always told the truth, Lord he was an honest man,
And Andee does her best to understand…

At night, when the bars close down
Andee sleeps in a silent town
And loves a man who’s always ‘round
She still can hear him say, she hears him say

“Andee, you’re a fine girl
What a good wife you’re to me ,You’re my life, my lover, my lady, Always be…”

How amazing is my man? I am blown away by his devotion; his every-day-tell-me-how-much-he-adores-me-and-can’t-live-without-me; his ability to catch me off guard and surprise me with some new way of expressing his undying love.

Gabbi, you are so cool. Thanks for asking me out all those years ago. Thanks for being the best boyfriend and friend and husband and partner and father and baby-daddy a girl could dream of. Here’s to the next 10 decades.

Yours, Andrea

posing with our insanely over-the-top date-iversary dessert “plate”, circa 1985 Miami, in 2010 Punta de Mita

Ten years ago today Gabbi and I went on our first date.  It was a date I had anticipated and imagined for so long, as I had fallen for him hard over the course of our almost-year-long friendship to date.  And it was the start of a rare and magical love affair that defines and shapes and guides both us through this life.  From that day we have been inseparable, a steel fortress of a unit, entwined, enamored, enmeshed, enveloped in each other.  A decade.  It feels like yesterday and it feels like a lifetime, as all that truly matters in life has happened since that day.  Then, we were children, but mere shadows of our unfulfilled selves, and we were drawn to each other through the most unlikely of circumstances.  Such is true love, and I am so lucky in love to have found mine in Gabbi.  My man who adores and worships me, entertains me, supports me, romances me, loves me, and always reminds me what is most important at the beginning of the day: us, our love, and the family we have created and hope to grow.

A few weeks ago I walked into our bedroom while Gabbi was out on a run, and found this card on my pillow.

Inside were pasted the re-written lyrics to a song we’ve always loved:

"Andee (You're A Fine Girl)"
(As re-written by El Fantasti Fantasma)

There's a town on a western bay
And it serves a hundred shots a day
Lonely surfers pass the time away
And talk about their lives

And there's a girl, in this small beach town
And she works, rocking wedding gowns
They say "Andee, you’re the best in town"
She marries them 2 at a time

The young man says "Andee, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you're to me
Yeah your eyes could steal a surfer
From the sea."

Andee, wears a silver six
Made of finest silver from the river Styx
A locket, to which the memory sticks
Of a man that Andee loves

He loves her every summer's day
Bringing gifts, from near and far away
And he made it clear, he'd always stay
This beach-town was their home

The surfer said "Andee, you're a fine girl
What a good wife you're to me
My life, my lover, my lady
Is Andee."

Yeah Andee used to watch his eyes when he told his drugged out story, 
She could feel the syringe break the skin, 
she saw it's raging glory, 
But he had always told the truth, Lord he was an honest man,

And Andee does her best to understand…

At night, when the bars close down
Andee sleeps in a silent town
And loves a man who’s always round
She still can hear him say, she hears him say

“Andee, you’re a fine girl
What a good wife you’re to me ,You’re my life, my lover, my lady, Always be…”

How amazing is my man?  I am blown away by his devotion; his every day tell me how much he adores me and can’t live without me; his ability to catch me off guard and surprise me with some new way of expressing his undying love.

Gabbi, you are so cool.  Thanks for asking me out all those years ago. Thanks for being the best boyfriend and friend and husband and partner and father and baby-daddy a girl could dream of.  Here’s to the next 10 decades.  Yours, Andrea

Best. Weekend. EVER!

Posted in family, Gabbi, love, Maximo, Mexico on November 2, 2009 by gabrea

halloween

Wow.  Halloween was awesome.  Little Maxxi Lobo dressed as “Max, King of the Wild Things,” and Mama was one of his savage subjects.  Gabbi took off his costume and went as his true self, horns and all.  This is the first Halloween that I’ve done the full-on homemade costume thing, and I must say, I’m feeling pretty good about my crafty self.  Our dear friend Lisa Brewer, who was with us when Maximo came screaming into the big wide world, made Maxxi’s amazing, spot-on “wolf suit.”  Sew impressive – honestly, I am always amazed that people can actually make things on sewing machines with fabric.  And such a gift of her time and love to create this costume from scratch.  Lisa, you are the best Tia and we love you so much!!!  I made his little crown and scepter, and then managed to pull together my costume on Halloween day using Lisa’s magical glue gun, and Gabbi’s magical scale-drawing talents.IMG_9581

We kicked off the evening in Sayulita’s town plaza, which was filled with families.  I broughtIMG_9562 candy to hand out, and was immediately swarmed by kids chanting “Queremos Halloween” (“We Want Halloween!”), which is what they say here instead of “Trick or Treat.”  I also got a few “Feliz Halloween”s and a “Halloween o Truco” (truco = trick).  There were lots of great costumes on kids and adults.  Our favorite was an adorable mummy baby, Jonathan.  There were LOTS of IMG_9589ckids dressed as devils, along with vampires, zombies, fairies, and the rest of the usual suspects.  Maximo was such a champ and loved his costume.  He actually wore his crown and was waving his scepter around at everyone, loving the crowds.  I was roaring my terrible roar and gnashing my terrible teeth and stomping my terrible clawed feet, crying “Let the Wild Rumpus Start!”  We had so much fun and were a big hit.  After the plaza, we headed home to our street where our neighbors and great friends Tamra, Theo, and Talula were throwing a magical Harry Potter themed Halloween Party.  The wild rumpus continued with a fabulous friend-filled fiesta and delicious blood-red (pomegranate) margaritas.

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This morning we got up early and walked down to Rollie’s for the first day of the best breakfast in town – arIMG_9659guably anywhere for that matter.  Rollie’s is a Sayulita institution, serving up some of the best pancakes you will ever eat along with a heap of love and all around feel-goodness, topped off with a damn good bloody mary (a critical counterbalance to those bloody margaritas from last night…).  Being at Rollie’s again (they close for the summer from May – November) felt like being home, and it also feels like the official kick-off to the high season, which is ramping up in full force, along with our workload.

2009-11-01 18-16-320030But today was a lovely work-free Sunday, and after filling our bellies with entirely too much food for any sane person to eat on a regular basis, we packed up the good ship albion and cruised over to La Lancha, a gorgeous stretch of undeveloped white sand beach in Punta de Mita, and also my man’s favorite surf break.  We were joined by our lovely friends Nick, Treva, Astrid, Steve and Laura.  Tamra sent us with a bunch of yummies left over from the party last night, and we had a perfect day.  The weather is just amazing right now – warm but not hot, no humidity, the ocean at the absolute perfect temperature.  The sun was glistening on a 2009-11-01 18-22-340149gorgeous low-tide sea with sweet little long-board waves peeling gently into shore.  This was our first time to the beach since Maxxi started walking and it was a whole new world.  He had the best time walking around the sand, wading into the surf, collecting rocks and shells, playing with Dulce and Astrid, and just generally being his awesome smiley sweet self.  We got to watch Gabbi surf for the first time, took some stellar photos, and saw the most gorgeous pink-lemonade sunset, followed by a full moon lighting up the drive home.

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Honestly, a completely perfect weekend.  I am so filled with love for my family – for my super-hot surfer husband who showers me with2009-11-01 18-19-430097 so much love and is my best friend and favorite person to hang out with; and for my son – my sun – who though it seems impossible today, I know I will love even more tomorrow, because he keeps doing new and amazing things and his joy and wonder are utterly contagious.  He cracks me up and makes me want to dance and run and sing and be silly and, well, this is why people love being parents.  I am not even sure how to say it in a way that is particularly eloquent or that is not completely clichéd, but I feel this incredible surge of love and pride and joy and all around awesomeness when I think about and look at my boy.  Everything he does is incredible and magical and smart and funny and perfect, and I see the world anew through his big brown eyes.  I am so completely, totally, absolutely, madly in LOVE!!!!!  And that, is perfect.

QM

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