July 13, 2011


I'm about to head out to my Yoga class.  I went to my first class sometime in February.  I fell in love.  It wasn't so much about the work out itself (which I love), but about how good I felt after I finished.  Ironically I HATE stretching.  It hurts.  It's uncomfortable, and the improvements are very hard to measure, yet flexibility is so important to your muscles health.  Yoga is stretching but for some reason it's totally enjoyable.  I can let go of my stress and cares of the day and just "feel." It takes some getting used to, and believe me I do not bend and twist with any finesse, but I see progression every session, and it helps me sleep like a baby!  I was afraid to look silly when I started, but I learned everyone is so concentrated on their positions that nobody, I mean NOBODY is looking at you.  It's about your personal best.  Touching on personal best....check out this awesome clip of people giving it their all!!  I've always wondered why the funniest flubs look the most painful. I feel a little guilty when they make me laugh cause you know someone went to the hospital.  I'm torn.  Remember PAIN is a teacher.  Don't shun or hid from it.  LEARN.

July 11, 2011

Being the Oldest..

The oldest child in a family has the unfortunate experience of being subject to complete incompetent parenting.  On my way to the hospital 8 years ago, THAT realization totally freaked me out.  The second I laid eyes on her I knew I would do anything for her.  It was such a powerful feeling, I no longer worried about my incompetence........ I SHOULD have.  I've always expected a lot of her...as do most parents of their firstborn.  She is unique.  Her spirit is her own.  She is the most beautiful girl in my world.  To love anyone is to hurt, but to love a child is to turn your heart inside out.   I ache when she's in pain, or struggling, and her happiness and her development has made me feel better than anything I've ever been able to do on my own.  I love you miss Haven.  Always.

July 8, 2011


I had a great childhood. At least I think it was great. Looking back, oh yeah... I can see that there were some problems and a few hardships. We had no money. We DID however have what some would call a "broken" home.  We moved way to often. We didn't take vacations. (Which I will clarify as neither a hardship or a problem, more like a "sucks to be you" thing.)  Both my parents worked..a lot.  BUT..Was I happy?  Yes.  Every DAY.  These "problems" are things I've only defined as an adult. Am I still happy?  YES!  EVERY DAY!  Kids don't think like adults, at least they didn't in my town in my day. I remember hating that I couldn't see over the counters, and was sure that all problems would vanish upon "growing up." That's the extent of my childhood issues.  I watch my kids and I wonder what they will remember most about thier lives. My best memories were the summers that seemed to last forever. Some would call it an unproductive use of time, but swimming, biking, exploring, bug trapping and night games are what my summer memories were built on. I catch myself trying to "make" memories for them.  Saying it out loud sounds tacky, but it's the truth. I'm not sure if it matters, or if this is the path of the spoiled kid, but lately.. Like the last 6 months, it's how I want to spend my time, and when I say time..I mean ALL my time.  My children are only small for a brief moment, and that gift feels like water in my clumsy hands. Today my 3 year old is swimming.  Head under the water, kicking, flailing his arms, and propelling himself forward a few inches. We moms call "that" swimming. I can see my building of memories is not compleat. Today, maybe tomorrow and for the next 12-20 years we are going to be under construction.  I measure the success of my life by the happiness I feel.  It's not a gage everyone can appreciate, but it's the way I'm built.  I am the one who has to live with myself.  Maybe the word is JOY.  Or maybe it's PEACE.  At times I am prone to sadness.  I have known my share of heart break.  I can also say with out any hesitation that it has always passed as it always will, and what remains is HAPPINESS.  I'm not sure if my children will learn to build a life of Joy, but it is my wish for them and for all those who seek it.  A life of Happiness isn't devoid of pain, fear, or frustration.  It is a journey in which all things can be conquered and all things are possible...both good and bad and knowing in the end YOU WILL BE STRONG ENOUGH TO STAND.  Much LOVE - O
recorded on my iphone

July 7, 2011

Mexican Riviera Cruise? Yes, I will.

Nick's company paid for us to go on a cruise to the Mexican Riviera.  Whatever right?!!  So cool!  Did I ever tell you I love my husband's company?  We've always...ALWAYS wanted to plan a cruise but it took too much ..you know "PLANNING".....and so we have just opted for something more familiar, like: California, Hawaii...Las Vegas.
This time all we had to do was show up...
OF COURSE my eyes were swollen from the 48 hour "leaving children"
ALSO..obviously I needed to loose my voice, like I always do when we travel.
and I couldn't pack until 2 hours before we flew to Long Beach.

My good looking travel partner.  Just after we got charged
$36.00 on an ATM fee.
Lesson: NEVER..NEVER get money from an ATM at Long BEACH port
Once we docked we went to the Lido Deck and waited for the porters to put
our luggage in our rooms.  A two man band played calypso and reggae..
I read...because I couldn't talk.   It was HEAVEN!
For Nick too...all you can eat ICE CREAM is one of the
pre determinants of Nick's heaven.  I particularly love the
man on the left...who had too many margaritas and couldn't make it to his room.
Book #1- AH-mazing.  BEFORE: not a HUGE JAY-Z fan
I mean, he's COOL.  The coolest!  But
besides his radio edited songs...which aren't really
that edited...I never heard a lot of his music, or knew
much about his life.
AFTER:  he's a genius.  Brilliant.
I feel like I got a private view into an amazing life:  A dark, twisted
REAL life.  
Our ship was the SPLENDOR...you know the one
that broke down and had to be towed back from Mexico for two days, with no 
air conditioner.  
DO NOT BEWARE:  It was such a great ship
The service was amazing.  I loved everything, aside from 
the shows.  They need to step up their shows.
First stop:  CABO SAN LUCAS.
It had been a little breezy and chilly on the way down, so I wasn't prepared 
for how HOT cabo was.  It's a hot, packed beach, with desert city coast lines and
sand dunes that stretch out for miles.  
Oh..my two favorite things....Nicholas, and books..
but Nicholas and BOOKS together.
=SEXY.  lol
Book #2 Amy Chua's Battle Hymn of the TIGER MOTHER
Book #3 Dalai Lama's THE ART OF HAPPINESS
Book#4 James Kaplan FRANK "the VOICE"
Did I mention that there is a library on board?
I got my voice back on the 3rd day.
Reading did not stop.
me...Yes I was there.  Here is the proof. 
Why...my husband hasn't learned to take a single photo with my
camera is beyond me.  I had 20+ pictures just like this..
We ported in Cabo for two days because apparently Mazatlan is getting too 
dangerous.  Cabo IS a party town.  It's beaches are full of people 
looking to ha e a good time. 
The people are amazing.
and I LOVED speaking Spanish
all the time.
It's one of the best things I can do. PERIOD.
Not Best, like I'm so good at it, cause I'm not.
BEST as in the most enjoyable.
Nick and I found the most amazing Cerviche.
It's technically raw fish. 
And YES we ate it right out of that cooler. 
Our rule is if the locals eat it....and rave
it's probably pretty safe.
We didn't get sick, but I'm not a huge fan
of eating on the streets.
Nick loves it. 
we searched for our friend the next day, but we couldn't find him. 
We hired a boat to take us to where the Sea of Cortez
meets the pacific ocean.  It was rocky...ROCKY!
We parasailed!  I got a little sick.  It was fun, not scary at all, didn't get
a drop of water on me.
We were so hot...so.. tired by the time we got on the boat.  
We showered, took a nap, got up for our sit down dinner, a few hours later
and then went dancing.  They had this amazing Colombian bachata band.  We 
looked for them every night.
(I say "looked" because the boat IS THAT big.  
It's huge.)
We danced ALL NIGHT...
went to bed...slept like babies and woke up in
And that my friends is
(oh and all the ALL YOU CAN EAT food EVERYWHERE.)
Puerto Vallarta is a larger city.  It's a jungle and it reminded me a ton of 
where I lived in Ecuador.
We wanted to do the Extrema Canopy excursion.
It's a series of zip lines, hike, waterfalls...all on the set of
where the PREDATOR was filmed.  It was sold out
so we hired someone from the port to take us.
WORST tour guide in the world.  
He tried to pick up a prostitute during the tour.  He kept 
talking about how hungry he was...AFTER his two hour break.  While
we were at the beach and asked for some of the fresh coconut my
friend had purchased at the beach.  I normally would
have fed our guide, but the guy was sooo creepy.
Nick eating...shrimp on the beach.
I was WAY against this.  The thought still makes me shudder.
This old Mexican man was selling these sticks of shrimp..and WHO knows how
long he was holding them and walking around the beach.  They were not warm. ICK!
The other pictures is ...like Nick's Mexican mini me! 
Crakin' myself up! 
That's exactly what Nick looked like when we first met at 18.
Ohhh and there he is! my man..Joel!
and the PREDATOR!
Frankly, both are frightening!
The zip line was amazing.  We hiked from ridge to ridge 
and rode wires down.  Being my first zip line experience
I'm not sure if it was safe...didn't feel safe sometimes...but
that might just be me!

Bottom line...best trip of my whole life.  We are taking the kids
next year.  I'm such a huge fan of:  Crusing, Mexico, and FOOD.

July 4, 2011

Dear World OUT THERE

I'm still breathing.  VERY WELL infact.  Deep full breaths.  I'm currently in a form of peaceful rebellion, setting things right in the world of OMI, reclaiming and setting new horizons one day at a time.  I have not been on the computer for more than a minute here and there for the past few weeks.  I have no idea what is going on in the real or virtual world.  No...twitter, facebook, or blog reading and THAT is a big change.  A BIG intentional, purposeful, powerful redirection.
A few months ago, my life felt like it was starting to run me....like in those bad dreams that you're sitting in the back seat, and you know you're supposed to be driving, but you can't reach the breaks or see through the front window very well.  Anyone???  I was literally giving so much of my life away,  I had little that felt like my own anymore.  So I stopped.  Cold. STONE. STOPPED.  I'm not going to write much tonight but I will say that I have found the desire and power to live in the present.

     Anyway....guess who we found out is allergic to cats?!  
The rashes cleared up before the fire works started.
The eye took a bit longer.
Welcome to the world of non-animal owners son!
P.S. - Mena, thanks for the benadrly.