Saturday, October 30, 2010


My friend Stephanie and I.
Karen and Kindra with babies, Colbie, Dominic and Elea.

Robby and I got married on October 28 four years ago on a day almost exactly like this day. The temperature was in the 8o's, the sun was out, the wind stayed down. It was beautiful. I went surfing with my surf mom friends in the morning. Then, Robby and I went back to the same spot for a sunset session and a bonfire. I feel so lucky to be where I am, surrounded by people I love.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Blackies Surf Tuesday

I surfed Blackies today with some other moms/friends. Robby got to ditch work and come too. That was sooo nice. We were surfing every weekend before Isaac came around. That's ok, I think he's worth it. And, I love only working two days per week. Anyway, there is a swell right now. Blackies was head high with a super high tide, but it's a slow break. I surfed my longboard and that was the wrong board today. The waves were slow and fat to get in, then they would break really steep . They were really hard to get into because of the high tide. And, I don't like late take offs when I'm riding a long board and the waves are big. My girlfriend was out with me and she was taking off on everything. She's awesome and I was feeling lame. I need to be more brave and bring the right board next time. The sun was out though!! It felt so good and the kids played in the sand and I got to spend time with good friends. Whenever I have a less than great surf session, I have this nagging desire to redeem myself. Tomorrow, I'm supposed to go to this weightlifting class, but am contemplating ditching it for the beach.
You can see pics of the swell here at the best ever Daily Bread blog.

Monday, October 25, 2010

West Elm

I saw an image from West Elm on another blog. I went to the website and found these delicious designs. I love tufted headboards, owls and silver branches.

Friday, October 22, 2010


(lead singer of Sublime)
Just learned this song on the guitar. Like a lot of great things, this band's life was cut short. Drugs are bad kids. He has the smoothest buttery voice. I could listen to it all day. I work in Long Beach, where this band is from. One of my co-workers went to high school with it's members. When he was a junior, he decided to have a party when his parents were out of town. His friends, formerly known as Sublime, played at his house party. Due to the party, his parents kicked him out and he lived out of his VW for a whole year. He's an only child. Now he's an RN at the psychiatric hospital where I work. One of my favorite people.
Just to be nostalgic, I remember exactly the first time I heard Sublime. I had never heard anything like it before. I was hanging out at a friend's house in high school. The house had a detached garage that had been turned into a makeshift studio where we would hang out. It was a block away from old town Folsom and a short walk from our high school. When we would ditch class, this is one of the places we would go. It was one of those houses where the parent was never home, so we were free to do as we pleased. On this night, different kids were coming in and out. Waiting for My Ruca was playing. At the time, I thought it was an old album, but now I know it was only around for a year or so before I first heard it. I think it was love at first sound. I can't count how many times Sublime's songs have comforted my soul.
On another note, Yesterday, Isaac peed on the toilet and Monet rode her bike without training wheels for the first time. We are in no way trying to potty train Isaac; he's only a year and 8 months. He pulls Monet's old potty training seat out of the cupboard and asks to sit on it. It's pretty cute. Yesterday, he just happened to actually pee while on it.

Monday, October 18, 2010

chicken fiesta-in-your-mouth soup

It's been raining with thunder and lightning and we've been loving it. I was in the mood for soup, so I made this. It's easy and Monet said it was the best soup ever. She even wanted it for breakfast.

So, I found a recipe in Good Housekeeping for chicken soup. I used it as a reference, but made it in my own way. I've picked up tips from the food network. (I love the Barefoot Contessa) I also got to live with Grandma Mimi and watched her make different kinds of soups. She never uses a recipe and they always turn out amazing. I love her clam chowder and vegetable. Here's the soup I made. It turned out sooo good that I had to share:

Chicken Fiesta-In-Your-Mouth Soup

2 large chicken breasts (or 4 bone-in chicken breasts)
3 cloves garlic
1 medium sized yellow onion (use more or less and any variety you like really)
1/2 cube butter
3 Tbs olive oil (whichever cooking oil you like)
one small bag frozen corn
2 medium sized cans chunk tomatoes (you can use the ones with chillies/peppers in them)
3-4 cups chicken broth
salt to taste
garlic salt to taste
ground cumin to taste (no biggie if you don't have this)
3 small corn tortillas (optional, but it tastes extra good)

Melt the butter and add oil in a stock pot on low heat. Salt/pepper the chicken, sprinkle with garlic salt and ground cumin to taste. Place chicken in the butter/oil. Chop the onions and garlic and sprinkle over and around the chicken. Cook the chicken through on both sides (if you use the bone-in, it takes longer). Take it out and set aside. Add the chicken broth, canned tomatoes and frozen corn. Shred the chicken and throw it back in. Let simmer for ten minutes or so. If you have the corn tortillas, slice them up in very thin slices. Drizzle with olive oil, spinkle with salt and toss. Bake at 350 for 5 minutes or so, until crispy.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

More of "The Four Agreements" by Don Miguel Ruiz

I've probably written about this before, but when I was 25, I finally reached a point where everything in life started to make sense to me. I had come to some conclusions about things I had struggled with my entire life. You know the saying, "It was like a load off my shoulders." It really was like that. I did a lot of soul searching. Checked out a lot of books at the library: Buddhist books, history books on Jesus Christ, Existentialist books. Spent a lot of time with my toes in the sand, watching the sunset, thinking about life. I saw things in a perspective that I had never seen them before because of what I had learned. When you don't have a perfect childhood (nobody does), some people have a harder time letting go and moving on than others. At 25, I reached a point where I was able to totally move on. Since then, I haven't had any animosity or negative feeling for people in my past. Only compassion. Even for myself. Even if I start to feel resentment, it quickly goes away. I was filled with this feeling of love and compassion and peace of mind like I had never had before. Shortly after that, I became pregnant with Monet and life got a little more complicated. I didn't have as much freedom or instant gratification as I was used to. That was fine, I still had the peace of mind, I just had a lot more frustrations. I love Monet with all my heart, but she was a very difficult baby. She had very bad colic and didn't sleep through the night until I trained her when she was over a year. I was dealing with that alone, so it was ultra stressful. I always think how grateful I am for the peace of mind I found before I had kids and started a family. As I was reading The Four Agreements, I remembered exactly how I felt. It brought back all these memories of the realization I had six years ago and how it helps me even today. I write this for myself because I love it so much. Here's a bit of my favorite part:

Imagine living your life without being afraid to take a risk and to explore life. You are not afraid to lose anything. You are not afraid to be alive in the world, and you are not afraid to die.

Imagine that you love yourself just the way you are. you love your body just the way it is, and you love your emotions just the way they are. You know that you are perfect as you are.

You can heaven.

This Week

I went here twice.

Got these on sale today..Yay! I've been wanting them for a while. But I couldn't justify paying full price.

Almost done reading this.

This week has been full. Wednesday night, we drove down to San O. It was a little gray out, but the water was warm. The waves were big. After a struggle to get out, I caught a fun wave with my friend Tony. I paddled back out. A set came in and I didn't quite make it over one of the waves. I lost my board and my leash snaped off. I swam as fast as I could and caught it right before another wave crashed on my head. I caught a couple more over head waves, then paddled in so Robby could have a good surf before the sun went down. Plus, I was a little nervous due to the size and losing my board and all. We had a bonfire. The kids ate way too many marshmellows. We drove home, stinky like ash and sandy. It was fun.

The new season of Biggest Loser started. It is my favorite show ever. It's inspiring and motivational. They take these people who are depressed and unmotivated and morbidly obese and they work them out to the max and feed them only healthy food. They usually have some sort of emotional breakthrough and all of them lose weight. Last week, this tough guy from Chicago was taking a beating from Bob, one of the trainers. After his weigh in, he said, " You think you have reached your physical limit, then Bob pushes you to a place you had no idea you could reach." He said he almost cried on national television. Then, he told about how prior to the show, he had been on 7 injections of insulin and taking 6 pills twice a day for various medical problems. He felt like a walking pharmacy. He said, after just a few weeks of working out hard (they pretty much work out all day), he was off ALL medication. He said, when you show your body love, it's the best medicine.

On that note, I got a three month free pass to 24 Hour Fitness thanks to some lawsuit. I worked out there twice last week. It was amazing. The gym is an old friend of mine. I hadn't been there since Monet was a tiny baby. But, going back it felt like I had never left. I put my headphones on. I sweat. I pushed myself so hard. It felt amazing and all in peace with Isaac in the little kiddie gym.

I started reading the "Four Agreements" this week. I'm almost done. I love inspirational, philosophical kind of reads. Most of the information isn't totally new to me. It's just good to be reminded. The author, Don Miguel Ruiz, is from Mexico. He became a surgeon after studying in the US, but after a near death experience, decided to go back to his roots and study spirituality from a shaman. The book is based on these four agreements that a group of spiritualists called to Toltecs believed to help you create your own mental heaven on earth. It's good.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

cousin visit

Sienna and Isaac each put their legs in a sand hole and got stuck together.
Robby was so annoyed I was taking pictures, but I had to document our day on the town without the kids. It's always too short.

One of the days they were here, we went to Doheny. It was so fun. This is Jen on a decent sized wave. When the swell hits Doheny, it's so fun to surf there. Brian loved it.
The only evidence of Monet's two lost teeth. Soon to be never found in the sand pile.

How could you not love this squishy thing?! These are from Brian and Liz's trip in September I believe. I can't remember if I posted them before.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

October 2010

People take different roads seeking fulfillment & happiness. Just
because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.

Dalai Lama

I was visiting another blog, Kind Over Matter, on my blog roll over to the side and found that quote. I immediately liked it....then saw who it was from. I love everything he says, so it figures. Fall tried to sneak it's way in for a few days this week. It was so nice to bundle up and hear rain falling in the middle of the night. It rained for two days. Trying to fight the urge to waste time and money in the thrift store, I made a berry pie from scratch (it turned out more like berry soup with a delicious pastry crust) and two loaves of whole wheat french bread. Then, right before the rain broke, I gave in and went to Goodwill. Spent too much money. Got awesome stuff. When I was there, I saw a dirty diaper on the ground. (Only dirty with number one. It wasn't that gross) I've seen worse, so I didn't think that much of it. I came home, put Isaac down to nap. A couple hours later, Isaac woke up and was running around. I went to pick him up and noticed he felt thinner than usual. He had no diaper on...and he had peed in his little overalls. For a split second, I thought I forgot to put his diaper on or something. Then, I realized Isaac pulled off his own diaper back in the Goodwill! So sneaky.

Monet lost her second tooth. With both teeth, the adult tooth has pushed through behind the loose tooth. Super gnarly. Last night, she was eating an apple and mentioned it hurt her loose tooth. She went on to eat a piece of pizza, then I noticed something red in her mouth like blood. I said, "Monet, let me look in your mouth. I think your tooth is gone." It was gone alright...and nowhere to be found. Most likely in her digestive system. So far, we're 0 for 2. At least the tooth fairy still comes if you leave her a note.

It's already back to blue skies in the 80's. Planning on surfing tomorrow, but we'll see.