Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Time Line

So I have had a lot of people ask me what has been going on. I think that I am complete with this blog but I am not. So here is a timeline of the last year so everyone can get caught up.

March 2008 Eva flew to Utah with my best friends int he world and Justino and I left Veracruz and drove 45 hours to Ciudad Juarez. He found a job there and stayed. I was in Juarez for two weeks and then I went to Utah to get Eva and to recieve much needed prenatal care for pregnacy with Sam

April 2008 Eva and Brook headed back to Juarez for four weeks to be with Papi.

May 2008 Brook and Eva spend time in Utah and get ready for the baby

June 16 2008 Samuel Jusitno Mora is born on his sisters birthday.

June - August 2008 Brook, Eva and Sam hang out in Utah while Jusitno suffers in the worst place on earth, Ciudad Juarez. Londly and sad he struggled to decide weather we would stay in Juarez or move somewhere else.

September 1 2008 Brook heads to Juarez with Sam so that Papi can meet his son for the first time Justino actually looked phyiscally sick, he was a little green, from his intense suffereing in Juarez. She then drove our fourrunner back to Utah. During that trip Brook and Justino decide to move to Cancun where Justino was offered a job as a 1-800- Hope mortage counselor. He takes calls from the states from people who are losing their homes and helps them,

November 8 2008 The much to long separation of the Mora Family ended when Brook Eva and Sam headed back to Mexico and are now enjoying their new life in Cancun.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I have to draw a line somewhere

I have done it. I have drawn a line. No poop in my hair. Is that such an unheard of boundry? Sam seems to think so.

I don't consider myself a stranger to poop. I changed adult diapers for a living for like five years. One of my patients Goldie, pooped on the beautiful white carpet in her rich daughters bathroom, and I have to clean it up. I got it out. No one ever knew. A blind patient of mine flooded her toilet one day and the water and sewage created a inch of poop that was washed into a thick paste ,that was plastered all over her bathroom floor. I was grateful that one wasn't a carpet floor, I scraped that mess clean. I didn't even gag. I can't say that for the time I had to put poop in viles for a stool sample for eva, ( when we thought she had giardia) . That was a little hard for me. I change poopy diapers everyday. I use cloth diapers so I have to swish them out in the toilet every time. I get my hands right in there to get those suckers poop free before they go in my clorox bucket. Like I said, I am no stranger to poop.I have learned good hand washing skills and am ok with my close aquaintance to poop. It's like that book says, Everybody poops.

But for some reason today, I still don't quite know how, I couldn't stop smelling poop. I had washed my hands, all the diapers were rinsed out and outside. Sammy was clean. I couldn't figure it out. Then I looked in the mirror, and saw that a strand of hair right near my face was darker than the others. You know, like when you accidentally run your masacre brush through your hair? Like that, only brown, and putrid. So only one thing to do. SHOWER.

Now I know it's a lot to ask. A mother of small children to actually take ten minutes for herself to wash the poop out of her hair, but come on people. Poop in my hair, I had to draw a line. So Sam cried like he was being stabbed the whole time I was in there. I was reminded why I don't shower quite as regularly as I used to. But I got the poop out. Somehow I needed more. I actually blew my hair dry. I don't think I have done that yet in cancun. And then it was like a snowball effect. I put make up on, another rare event, and even wore purfume. I mean there are things a girl has to do, to recover from something like poop in her hair.

Well the happenings were more than Sam could bare. I think my full on shower and make up fest may have bordered on child abuse because he cried so hard. I sit and reflect upon it, and I have to admit, I would do it all again. I mean I have to draw line.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Barak

So I just read the inaugaration speak of our new president Mr.Barak Obama. Quite moving actually. Wonder if he wrote it himself. Wonder if he meant all that he said, more importantly, Wonder if he'll do all he said he would do.

I am proud that our country has evolved enough to elect a black president. I want to think that I live in a world where color really doesn't matter. Seems to be a step in the right direction. Have you ever read Martin Luther King's "I have a dream speech" ? It is masterful. He predicted a black president. His Dream was prophetic. One line of that speech really grabbed me, when I first read it in the pit of hell, Juarez. He said " Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffereing is redemptive." Great men like Martin Luther King were great because of the truth that they promoted and drove into reality.

I wonder if Obama is great. I have to admit, that speech he gave this morning was pretty solid. He's no Martin Luther King, but still. I sit here in Mexico and I have to wonder, will he fail me too? The US government has failed me and my family. What will you do Barak? I can't wait to see.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

What a ride


Today Justino and I are celebrating our 5 year wedding aniversary. What a wonderful wild ride these five years have been. FOR REAL! If I would have know the journey that marrying him would be, I still would have married him. I am so grateful to be married to him. I dont know if I can say the same for having the kids, but Justino was the right choice for sure. ( Just Kidding about the kids... but seriously)

I have been wanting to blog for so long and it's been one of those things where I don't have time to do it perfect so I don't do it at all. Lame I know. So, still to come pictures of my house that is so great that it is nothing short of a MIRACLE, that I live in a house so completely furnished. I actually have a normal life. It's so cool, and wierd after the two years of limbo-hell we have endured. Also lots more details about life in Cancun. Things are good here, so good. So good that I am actually worried about what tragedy will fall on us this year. I do remember a time in my life when I didn't actually expect tragedy all the time. Could that homeostasis return? I can't imagine that.

By the way, this is the only family picture ever taken in the five years that Justino and I have been married. Jusitno and I both hate it because we both think we look fat. Let's be real, niether of us the most fit we have ever been. I wish Eva were looking at the camera, but Sammy looks good, don't you think?