When did I become so grown up?

Yesterday I was featured as the guest speaker in a brand and marketing class at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising. I wasn't sure what to expect, as I've never spoken in front of a class before. Except when I was in school and had to do a presentation. But that's different because I was amongst peers, and in this case I was kind of on a pedestal. I started out a little shaky and nervous, then got really into it. I had put together a slide show, brought work samples, the whole shebang!

The thing that made me stop and take myself slightly seriously was when I noticed these students taking notes. They were raising their hands, asking questions, and I was able to answer every question without missing a beat. It was kind of a rush. And after all was said and done, I felt very old.

It was a fun reminder that I kind of know what I'm doing, though. If I can't even impress young whipper snappers, I'd be in bad shape starting and running my own business.

Cupcakes for breakfast.

I just had two cups of coffee and three Hostess cupcakes for breakfast. Yes, you read that right. I feel a little bad about it, but mostly good. Who doesn't need cupcakes for breakfast now and then?

This reminds me of when I first moved to San Diego and my new roommate woke me up with Strawberry Shortcake for breakfast. She said, "How can you have anything but a great day when you start it out with strawberry shortcake?"

I miss her.

Drive like there are plants in the car.

Yesterday Noah and I went to Armstrong Garden Center to find some plants for the house. We ended up with two beautiful plants, that are rather large. I set one in the hatch back of my car and one on the floor of the passenger side front seat. As I was driving home, entering and exiting the freeways, turn hard curves up to South Park, and stopping at lights, I found myself being very cautious because I didn't want to tip the plants over and end up with soil all over the floor of my car. I drove a little more slowly, turned more carefully, and began to break sooner at stop signs and lights.

Then I began to wonder why I don't always drive this way. Noah is much more precious cargo than some stupid plants. I certainly don't drive like a maniac or anythng, but I don't think my driving habits changed a bit once I added another human being into the mix. So from now on I'm going to always drive as though I have plants in the car. Keeping my imaginary plants from tipping over will probably keep myself and my child safer.

From hippies to hipsters

Yes, we moved from Ocean Beach to South Park. It's amazing how different these two areas of San Diego are. Our previous scenery was parrots perched on palm trees, surfers skatboarding down to the water with a surf board in arm, homeless wanderers playing drums along the sea wall, dogs on every street block, and more shirtless flip-flop wearers than you can shake a stick at. I will miss the smell of the ocean in the morning. Being able to walk to the beach with coffee in hand to sit on the sand and feel the mist of the waves. I'll miss the character of the people, and the charm of all the antique stores. I won't miss, however, the sound of the city bus driving down my street at 5:00 a.m., or being under the flight path as the planes take off at 6:30 a.m. Or stepping in dog poop about once a week.

I now find myself in South Park. A very quaint town famous for its craftsman homes and architecture. You won't find many flip-flops in this part of town, besides mine of course. But you will sleep in until 8:00 and feel like you're on vacation. You can stand on one corner and pretty much point to any spot and find a cool eatery, liquor store (very important) or coffee shop. There is a lot of style in this area and it's chock full 'o hipsters, who I believe don't like being referred to as hipsters. Or maybe they do? That's how far removed I am from the hipster scene, but I think I'm going to like it.

Something Witty

Welcome to my blog. Or blog spot. Or whatever the kids are calling it these days. It seems like whenever I have lots going on and lots to say, I don't have the time to sit and articulate it on screen. Then on days when I have nothing to do and nowhere to go I find my mind blank and can't think of a damn thing to say. So my blogs may or may not be interesting. You've been warned.