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My amazingly talented, brilliant, forward thinking son designed these shirts and they echo his fitness philosophy which will be
outlined in his new book The Healthy Image to be released next week.
Buy one of these one of a kind, original shirts to show your support! You will be inspired by his ideas and motivated to be healthy for all the right reasons when you read his book.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Items for Sale
We are offering some great deals on road bicycles and even a diamond ring! We have a steal of a deal on the Trek Madone 5.2 Carbon fiber bike at $2500.00. http://www.trekbikes.com/us/en/bikes/road/race_performance/madone_5_series/madone_5_2# This bike is amazing and we bought it in December.
Check out my facebook page http://www.facebook.com/ormiston.michelle for photos of the other bikes and the diamond ring. Will post to craigslist soon!
Thanks for your support!
Check out my facebook page http://www.facebook.com/ormiston.michelle for photos of the other bikes and the diamond ring. Will post to craigslist soon!
Thanks for your support!
Friday, June 8, 2012
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Hello Everyone!
I have had several people ask me for some sign language lessons and I figure summer is the perfect time to do it! If you live in the Tempe/Mesa/Chandler/Gilbert area and are interested email me at ormiston.michelle@gmail.com. I charge $30 per hour and will give a group rate of up to five people for an hour for $45. If you have children who want to learn sign and they have friends who are interested then you can add up to five people all together for a one hour class and split the cost which is a real bargain! I will travel to your location for each session. I am available Monday thru Thursday from 10 am til 5 pm and on Saturday from 10 am until 7 pm.
I have my Bachelor of Sciences degree in Education and although I am not currently certified as a professional interpreter I am fluent in ASL. My college specific major was special education and rehabilitation with an emphasis in Deaf studies.
Hope to hear from YOU : )
I have had several people ask me for some sign language lessons and I figure summer is the perfect time to do it! If you live in the Tempe/Mesa/Chandler/Gilbert area and are interested email me at ormiston.michelle@gmail.com. I charge $30 per hour and will give a group rate of up to five people for an hour for $45. If you have children who want to learn sign and they have friends who are interested then you can add up to five people all together for a one hour class and split the cost which is a real bargain! I will travel to your location for each session. I am available Monday thru Thursday from 10 am til 5 pm and on Saturday from 10 am until 7 pm.
I have my Bachelor of Sciences degree in Education and although I am not currently certified as a professional interpreter I am fluent in ASL. My college specific major was special education and rehabilitation with an emphasis in Deaf studies.
Hope to hear from YOU : )
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Thankful
For as long as I can remember I have coped with the debilitating effects of depression, anxiety and chronic fatigue. As with most of the ailments that trouble us as human beings, these weaknesses have thrown my life off balance and created an enormous amount of stress for my family. I have learned to carefully craft a schedule that allows me to manage my illnesses and still participate in the areas of life that matter most to me.
I am thankful for my Church Leaders, Professionals, Friends and Family members who have encouraged me to be the best that I can be through patience and longsuffering. Along the way I have been uplifted by inspired friends, medicated by caring doctors and counseled by giving therapists who gave me useful tools when the pain of it all seemed more than I could bear. I read every book that I thought would help me and tried to apply healing principles to my life. I have wanted to consult with a professional homeopath but always found myself short of the hundreds of dollars required to invest in that process. I did some research and tried some adjustments to my nutrition and exercise to no avail.
I know that we all have our experiences for a reason and that God has strengthened me in my weakness. I also know that God hears and answers prayers. I am filled with profound gratitude for the latest blessing in my life. About two years ago Chris’ Uncle Dust Cobb relocated to Arizona. It just so happens that Dust is an expert in the art of emotional and physical well-being. He is trained at an expert level in many of the healing arts including applied kinesiology and nutrition based healing. Since moving here, he has applied his compassion and knowledge to my family helping Chris and each of my boys achieve new levels of health. Specifically for me, Dust has patiently introduced concepts to promote my own healing. In all honesty, with a few adjustments in my habits and nutrition I have gained a level of emotional and physical health that I never thought would be possible for me!
In the true Spirit of Thanksgiving I want to share the talents of Uncle Dust with all of you. His training and aptitude in this regard are meant to do more than bless my family. I have encouraged Dust to provide Consulting and General Life Coaching using his skillful, compassionate approach. I am extending his services to anyone out there in my Facebook world (and beyond) that could benefit or know of someone who could benefit.
Dust offers a personalized consultation that can be done in your home (he comes to you) or on the phone (if you prefer). We have gift certificates available if there is anyone on your Christmas list who you think would be blessed by his knowledge and care as well. Message me if you are interested (or message Dust Cobb on Facebook) and I will give you more details. He is very affordable and you will never meet anyone who is more genuinely invested in your health than Dust. He is the greatest gift I could ever offer to any of you!
Thank you all for being there for me despite my weaknesses. You have each blessed my life in unique ways and I hope this will be an opportunity for me to bless yours as well.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Everything Happens for a Reason
How many times do we really want to hear those words when someone offers them up to us? Sometimes the pain of the moment over rides the ability to remember the cosmic relativity to all things we experience here on this earth. I find myself thinking and saying those words more frequently with my older sons who are starting to navigate the often times painful and some times brutal reality of the world in which we live.
Even my youngest (12 year old ) son has not been immune. Just recently he had what I thought was a mild allergic/asthmatic reaction to a rather dusty environment. He started coughing, choking a bit and gasping for air. I removed him from the situation thinking that he would calm down once we got him into some fresh air and cooled him down a bit. Unfortunately his symptoms escalated and my sweet son looked at me with terrified eyes believing in his little soul that he was going to die. Apparently my "super mom" persona he adorned me with when he was very young has worn off because he did not believe for a second that I would be able to help him. I drove him to a near by CVS so that we could purchase an over the counter inhaler and a cold drink....still thinking he would calm down as we drove.
I had him sit in the air conditioned waiting area at the CVS while I got what I thought might help him breathe easier from the Pharmacist. When I turned around to offer him the cold drink and medicine he was hysterical and in a full on panic. By now he couldn't feel his hands and his feet were cramping up. I laid him down because he was certain that he was going to pass out. I tried to talk him through some breathing patterns and get him to take some medicine. He was too panicked. He was begging me to help him without being coherent enough to listen to what I was saying.
Interestingly although we were a side show for certain at the CVS no one approached to try and help us. I used my cell phone to call 9-1-1. As soon as a compassionate operator answered and talked me through what to say to my son I started to weep a little. This sent my son off the edge who thought this was certain validation that he was going to die. Poor guy! Maybe because I had the phone to my ear and he knew there was a power greater than "just mom" coaching me along...... he allowed me to help him stop hyperventilating and seemed to hear me when I told him that he would be ok....and that greater assistance was on the way!
I will never forget the look in his eyes as he was so afraid. I should have pulled in resources sooner I think because as soon as the paramedics arrived and started telling him the same things that I was.... he was able to maintain his composure and cooperate. I spoke with the Captain who was a wonderful, compassionate woman ..... she helped me assess what had actually happened with my son. Although it is genetic the thought did not occur to me that the whole episode was a panic/anxiety attack. I have experienced these many times myself (although it was over 15 years ago) and I know there are many family members who struggle with this annoying genetic defect.
I am thankful to some extent that I was available to help him (as much as he would allow me ) since this is the first time he has experienced this. It is good to know that he is prone to anxiety and panic attacks in order to make sure he learns to manage his stress and be open to considering medication at some later point in his life as needed. It was a bullet I had hoped he would dodge...but there are worse things. I keep telling myself that everything happens for a reason!
My son and I thanked God in an extra fervent way that night. My son looked to me and said "What would I do without you mom....if you had not been there with me I could have literally been dead! YOU saved my life!" I quelled the drama of his statement by thanking him for his kind words and reassuring him that even if he had passed out he would not have died. Trying to educate him about the truth of what happened in order to hopefully keep extreme over reaction and fear (therefore more panic attacks ) at bay.
He is rolling with the punches and after a few days of resting he is back in the saddle of life. Have you had similar experiences with your children? It seems to be a whole new level of parenthood when we are faced with circumstances that are beyond our control!
Even my youngest (12 year old ) son has not been immune. Just recently he had what I thought was a mild allergic/asthmatic reaction to a rather dusty environment. He started coughing, choking a bit and gasping for air. I removed him from the situation thinking that he would calm down once we got him into some fresh air and cooled him down a bit. Unfortunately his symptoms escalated and my sweet son looked at me with terrified eyes believing in his little soul that he was going to die. Apparently my "super mom" persona he adorned me with when he was very young has worn off because he did not believe for a second that I would be able to help him. I drove him to a near by CVS so that we could purchase an over the counter inhaler and a cold drink....still thinking he would calm down as we drove.
I had him sit in the air conditioned waiting area at the CVS while I got what I thought might help him breathe easier from the Pharmacist. When I turned around to offer him the cold drink and medicine he was hysterical and in a full on panic. By now he couldn't feel his hands and his feet were cramping up. I laid him down because he was certain that he was going to pass out. I tried to talk him through some breathing patterns and get him to take some medicine. He was too panicked. He was begging me to help him without being coherent enough to listen to what I was saying.
Interestingly although we were a side show for certain at the CVS no one approached to try and help us. I used my cell phone to call 9-1-1. As soon as a compassionate operator answered and talked me through what to say to my son I started to weep a little. This sent my son off the edge who thought this was certain validation that he was going to die. Poor guy! Maybe because I had the phone to my ear and he knew there was a power greater than "just mom" coaching me along...... he allowed me to help him stop hyperventilating and seemed to hear me when I told him that he would be ok....and that greater assistance was on the way!
I will never forget the look in his eyes as he was so afraid. I should have pulled in resources sooner I think because as soon as the paramedics arrived and started telling him the same things that I was.... he was able to maintain his composure and cooperate. I spoke with the Captain who was a wonderful, compassionate woman ..... she helped me assess what had actually happened with my son. Although it is genetic the thought did not occur to me that the whole episode was a panic/anxiety attack. I have experienced these many times myself (although it was over 15 years ago) and I know there are many family members who struggle with this annoying genetic defect.
I am thankful to some extent that I was available to help him (as much as he would allow me ) since this is the first time he has experienced this. It is good to know that he is prone to anxiety and panic attacks in order to make sure he learns to manage his stress and be open to considering medication at some later point in his life as needed. It was a bullet I had hoped he would dodge...but there are worse things. I keep telling myself that everything happens for a reason!
My son and I thanked God in an extra fervent way that night. My son looked to me and said "What would I do without you mom....if you had not been there with me I could have literally been dead! YOU saved my life!" I quelled the drama of his statement by thanking him for his kind words and reassuring him that even if he had passed out he would not have died. Trying to educate him about the truth of what happened in order to hopefully keep extreme over reaction and fear (therefore more panic attacks ) at bay.
He is rolling with the punches and after a few days of resting he is back in the saddle of life. Have you had similar experiences with your children? It seems to be a whole new level of parenthood when we are faced with circumstances that are beyond our control!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Mixed emotions
I have about a handful of memories related to my father. Most of the time he was either in a rage, stoned, heartless or doing something completely impulsive and self serving. Makes it hard for me to embrace father's day. My father did have a huge influence on me though. Largely because of him I never drank, tried drugs, smoked or even allowed myself to want a family of my own.
My father was never a faithful man to my mother and even pulled a Jerry Springer style stunt bringing home his mistress and asking my mom to allow her to move in. That was the day my beaten down, abused, neglected and ill prepared mother grew a backbone and drew a line in the sand. My dad sat us down that day and broke all our hearts by introducing us to his new girlfriend....abdicating himself as our father and moving away. My mom always said the best thing that ever happened to us was that dad left. His drunken rages against my mother and horrible physical abuse he inflicted upon my older siblings was a ticking time bomb.
The horrible consequences of what my mom endured as a single mother with no family support at all....the isolation and endless hours of misery left me feeling that I never wanted to risk bringing a child into the world. I never wanted a child of mine to have their heart ripped out and their self esteem shattered due to any man who would not honor his sacred obligation as father and husband.
Amazingly and I dare say miraculously, I met a wonderful man in college who was willing to embrace a lifestyle that was free from alcohol and drugs. He was also a man who valued commitment to family. He was able to articulate why he felt the way he did about family and challenged my own embittered beliefs about family and relationships in general. He taught me that it was worth it to risk loving someone enough to commit to raising a family with him. He took my broken, unwanted heart and mended it......beautifully allowing me to learn how to trust and value myself for the first time in my life.
When I met Chris he chose to love me. He was the first man in my life who valued me on a level that inspired me to have hope in the nature of family and in my role as a mother. There are scars still today that I have worked on allowing my Savior to heal from my childhood. There are roads that I have walked where I thought that the pain would be too much to bear. The pain of letting go of the memory of my dad who chose not to cherish me ..... and who died before I could ever ask him why we were never enough for him.
My heart is full when I look at my sons and can say today that not only do I have a husband who fully embraces his role as a father, he also has chosen to figure out how to love me as his wife and the mother of his children....which I am sure he would be the first to admit that this was no easy task! Our three sons, I have hope, will become wonderful husbands and fathers themselves. Our boys are uniquely devoted in a wonderful way to family values and have forged strong friendships with each other. They have the father that each child deserves and that I wish I had to rely on when growing up. I am eternally thankful for the hand of God in my life. I would not be who I am today without His guiding influence helping my family succeed. I feel like I am a pioneer of sorts....working not to perpetuate the sins of my father.
Now my greatest sorrow has become my choicest blessing. The love of my life is a better father and husband that I could have ever hoped for or felt to deserve.
What are the memories you have of your father? I would love to hear them. : )
My father was never a faithful man to my mother and even pulled a Jerry Springer style stunt bringing home his mistress and asking my mom to allow her to move in. That was the day my beaten down, abused, neglected and ill prepared mother grew a backbone and drew a line in the sand. My dad sat us down that day and broke all our hearts by introducing us to his new girlfriend....abdicating himself as our father and moving away. My mom always said the best thing that ever happened to us was that dad left. His drunken rages against my mother and horrible physical abuse he inflicted upon my older siblings was a ticking time bomb.
The horrible consequences of what my mom endured as a single mother with no family support at all....the isolation and endless hours of misery left me feeling that I never wanted to risk bringing a child into the world. I never wanted a child of mine to have their heart ripped out and their self esteem shattered due to any man who would not honor his sacred obligation as father and husband.
Amazingly and I dare say miraculously, I met a wonderful man in college who was willing to embrace a lifestyle that was free from alcohol and drugs. He was also a man who valued commitment to family. He was able to articulate why he felt the way he did about family and challenged my own embittered beliefs about family and relationships in general. He taught me that it was worth it to risk loving someone enough to commit to raising a family with him. He took my broken, unwanted heart and mended it......beautifully allowing me to learn how to trust and value myself for the first time in my life.
When I met Chris he chose to love me. He was the first man in my life who valued me on a level that inspired me to have hope in the nature of family and in my role as a mother. There are scars still today that I have worked on allowing my Savior to heal from my childhood. There are roads that I have walked where I thought that the pain would be too much to bear. The pain of letting go of the memory of my dad who chose not to cherish me ..... and who died before I could ever ask him why we were never enough for him.
My heart is full when I look at my sons and can say today that not only do I have a husband who fully embraces his role as a father, he also has chosen to figure out how to love me as his wife and the mother of his children....which I am sure he would be the first to admit that this was no easy task! Our three sons, I have hope, will become wonderful husbands and fathers themselves. Our boys are uniquely devoted in a wonderful way to family values and have forged strong friendships with each other. They have the father that each child deserves and that I wish I had to rely on when growing up. I am eternally thankful for the hand of God in my life. I would not be who I am today without His guiding influence helping my family succeed. I feel like I am a pioneer of sorts....working not to perpetuate the sins of my father.
Now my greatest sorrow has become my choicest blessing. The love of my life is a better father and husband that I could have ever hoped for or felt to deserve.
What are the memories you have of your father? I would love to hear them. : )
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