Archives for September 2012
Alright, cold weather or not, I’m celebrating fall already. I put up decorations Monday, lit an apple cinnamon candle and washed our Halloween costume collection (turns out I left a gourd in the costume box which rotted and made the costumes smell like the damp crawl space under our house). Yesterday evening I was convinced I was going to make a fall meal and since it’s still a bit hot here for soup, sandwiches it was. Scott loves grilled cheese. Actually, Scott loves just about anything with cheese. I like grilled cheese too, but I wanted to spice up the bread and cheese classic. I have to say, it was pretty good with a glass of wine and an arugula salad.
I’ve been excited to write lately. Really excited. I feel like I haven’t taken time to jot down anything of much substance since we got back from “the trip”. I’ve been so busy trying to settle back into my nest. At least, that’s what I keep calling our house and what I’m doing, because that’s exactly what it feels like. I feel I need to make this home ours again even though it was never anybody else’s while we were gone. I actually went through my closet and gave things away. I never do this. I’m not unorganized about the possessions I hold onto and I honestly use most of my belongings (even the keepsakes in the garage grab a bit of my attention from time to time) so I haven’t felt guilty about it, but the second we got back, I started going through things left and right, in some odd effort to feel settled again. Has this ever happened to you? Maybe it’s the new season. But really, it’s hard to even say it’s a new season around here because it’s been positively boiling and I’ve seen little signs of fall. None of the ones I mentioned before have become apparent. I’ve even been going on walks at night in the neighborhood looking for fall. In the cool of the evening, I thought the signs would be more apparent, but they are no where to be found. It will only get on my nerves if this summer lasts into October, but I have a feeling that fall is right around the corner. I think it might be here next Tuesday (I try to make predictions like this). You just have to be more patient in San Diego, and perhaps that will make its arrival all the more exciting.
In other news, I’ve been surfing my brains out. I surfed for five hours on Saturday. Not in a row, but still, I haven’t been frothing like this since my last semester of college when I only had class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and therefore devoted 90% of the rest of my time to surfing. After that craze, an hour and a half of surfing per day has typically been all I’ve needed. Not lately. I think this has something to do with “the trip” and being away from the ocean for longer periods of time than I ever have been. I’m happy to be so motivated and psyched about surfing, but there’s a downside to this, like with anything, and frothing for me isn’t always a good thing. Sometimes when I get so focused on one thing it begins to rule my life and when things aren’t going well with that one thing, I have trouble getting past it.
I have actually been known to have a bit of a one track mind from time to time and it’s one of those things I have to try not to have. Don’t get me wrong, a one track mind is a good thing to have at the right time. Focusing on school and grades, training for a marathon, working towards a promotion. But when it carries on and on with no end it sight, appropriate measures need to be taken to derail yourself from this single mindedness. This is what I’ve had to do with surfing, to a degree. Although you may not believe it actually worked considering I quit my job for it. Nevertheless, I like to think I’ve made some progress.
Over the last few years I’ve had to work on widening my perspective, making time for other interests and not allowing my performance in the water to dictate how I feel about myself on land. All of this was going well and I feel I live a more balanced life as a result of these efforts, but lately I’ve been slipping back into my old habits. For example, Saturday morning, during my first surf session, I had some of the best waves of my whole summer. I even got barreled. But on Saturday evening we surfed with some neighbors at a new spot and I kept blowing it. I fell so hard on one drop that my legs compressed into the bottom, and I was pretty far off shore. It was miserable and I was mad at myself for most of the evening over this one session. Thank goodness “The Proposal” came on TV or I might have moped around all night. On Sunday morning, I woke at 7 a.m. ready to redeem myself. Scott and I packed up the bikes in the morning haze and rode to the beach. Instead of the rippable rights I had been surfing the previous day, we were greeted by one foot slop that you could barely make out in the thick fog. I was so mad I almost cried and forced myself to go on a run to snap out of it. When I got back, Scott and I sat on the beach and I went into great detail (I tend to do this) about my feelings until I realized I needed to drop kick this one track mind immediately for the sake of our sanity.
As I continue to work on this aspect of myself I will keep you posted. Have you ever struggled with something similar?
Naturally, I really want it for myself, but because I like you guys and because Maddy is really cool, it’s up for grabs.
I’m honestly obsessed with Maddy’s etsy store Marolsha. I bought both my sister’s birthday presents from her shop as well as my cousin’s graduation gift, a birthday gift for a friend and something for myself (had to). And guys, Maddy is both incredibly creative and really talented. I love her jewelry because it is so unique.
Today’s giveaway is (appropriately) for the
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The winner is Deborah Streater!
Not any more!
Since the weather is warm for a good portion of the year in San Diego, I thought there was no better place for this work area than outside under an overhang. I love natural environments the most and feel happy to include mother nature in my new teaching team.
p.s. thank you all for your sweet and supportive comments about my published article!
|Potato Plate aka “Bowl of Life” (a bowl that contains food from all vegetarian food groups): potatoes (sauteed with a little olive oil in a pan), scrambled eggs, avocado, black beans, red onion, tomatoes (from our garden), topped with cheese.|
|Cheese, toast and more garden tomatoes with hot-salt and pepper. Plus, a little lemonade on the side to cool down a hot day|
|Burrito bowl with chips (a different version of what we call “Bowl of Life”): Brown rice, black beans, scrambled eggs, avocado, cheese, tomato and hot sauce with chips on the side.|
(I think I can say y’all now that I’ve been to the south)
|Yellowstone was our first and favorite stop|
|I’ve never seen one of these at home|
|this is what I look like when I’m stoked (and haven’t had a shower)|
|Chicago bike ride in the rain with friends. Our friend Mark, who took this photo, runs a bike tour company and showed us a good time, despite the rain.|
|there aren’t waves in Ohio, I looked|
|our South Dakota to Pennsylvania adventures (including an argument after sleeping behind Chipotle) can be found HERE|
|the first time either of us surfed the East Coast was in Rhode Island|
|Rhode Island wedding with the DeMint family|
|sisters in the city|
|I had to turn this photo black and white to make the greasiness of our hair and faces less apparent|
|Dave is a character and a prankster|
|North Carolina surf|
|New Orleans felt like a different country; I’ve never seen anything quite like the plantation grounds that were covered in these ancient trees|
I’ve wanted to visit the south my whole life. Call me crazy, but every time I pass the little old house on the bayou at the beginning of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, I want to jump right out of the boat and swim over to it. Never mind that it’s intended to be creepy, I’ve always wanted to pull up a chair next to that old dude toting a banjo surrounded by animal skins and hang out. Fortunately, now that I’ve actually visited bayous in the south, this urge has subsided (albeit, momentarily).
New Orleans was hands down one of my favorite places we visited on this trip. Better than Disneyland. And I mean that. It was charming, historic, energetic, warm and also a little spooky.
During this portion of the trip we had a third passenger and that was Jason. I mentioned him before when I wrote about North Carolina. He’s the type of person that will be himself in any situation and we are so grateful, because he is an awesome person. We kidnapped him from North Carolina and drove him almost to his home in Albuquerque, New Mexico. We brought him to Austin, Texas and then he took a plane so he could get back in time for school. We were on a mission now and home was in our sights. No more detours.
The three of us had some good times along the way. Gallivanting around Bourbon street like ten year olds, pressed body to body in bars with cheering Saints fans and eating jambalaya next to the Mississippi were highlights. I even stole some balloons and got kicked out of a strip club for doing the YMCA on the stage…I felt a little invincible there. Thankfully (?) there were a lot of other people doing worse.
|Jason and his new favorite tree|
|Martin Luther King Jr.’s church in Alabama|
|black eyed susans|