Wednesday, April 30, 2014

April Sponsors

San Briego ~ a fitness, food and fashion blog written in America's finest city.
::healthy snacks::
Matsumoto Studio ~ design + paper goods by sisters Jen and Jes. 
Roxy ~ bringing inspiration to girls to dream big and have fun in and out of the water. 
::summer 2014 collections ::
Kahili Creations ~ jewelry made in Hawai'i. 
::new glass drop earrings::
This, Too ~ an adventure log by Kari, an optimist on a quest for inspiration, adventure and vintage-y goodness. 
Dot and Army ~ one of a kind handmade cloth napkins made from vintage and eco-friendly fabrics.
Pom Pom ~ The first surf, skate and snow company for girls. All natural wax for your surf or snowboard. 
::new bags, accessories and face masks::
Sam en Croute ~a blog by a culinary student, Sam.
Daphne's ~ feeding mind, body and soul. 
JettyGirl ~ get up close and personal with today's female surfers.

If you are interested in sponsorship for your blog or business, please contact me!

Monday, April 28, 2014

A Skateboarding Birthday

My parents had some friends in town this weekend. Over a bowl of popcorn and some beers at our favorite pizza place, my mom stopped her conversation and said, "Devon, don't you think you have OCD?". 

A hard question to answer if you've never thought about it before, but I have. When I made sure my math tutor fully completed the circle in all the zeroes she wrote in my notebook so they wouldn't be broken; when I became consumed with gymnastics after the 1996 Summer Olympics; when I taped countless pictures from Buffy the Vampire Slayer all over my  bedroom wall and then took Taekwondo until I got my black belt; when I want to surf every day, I have thought about it. 

 "I think I'm outgrowing some of it, the older I get," I said.

Although, the reason my mom brought this up is because we had been in and out of skate shops the last two days shopping for my birthday. 

So, I must admit: I am becoming obsessed with skateboarding. 

But for positive reasons, I think. Because it's something new to learn; because it's an easy way to meet people; because it's something different Scott and I can do together; because it's hard and scary. 

I think my future response to this question will be, "Yes, but I try use my powers for good."  :)

It rained a little on my birthday and over the weekend. I've taken a new liking to rain, so I wasn't that concerned. We ate dinner at a Peruvian restaurant in town. Everyone appeased my requests to order things as we felt hungry for them, instead of all at once, and to eat slowly. It was nice.

On Saturday, Scott's sister Kristen and some friends stopped by after a night of camping in the rain. We revived an old tradition of having a every visitor sign a beat-up surfboard in the backyard and ate microwaved rice cakes with soy sauce and parmesan cheese, my favorite. 

That night, we skated the new park in Oceanside until we couldn't see anymore. 

On Sunday, the waves organized themselves and welcomed us to ride them. Dad, me, Scott, Kevin and Shaun all catching waves in polluted water. So far, everyone still seems happy and healthy. 
I hope you enjoyed your weekend too! 

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Another Year

my face.
this whole cloud looked like a gigantic fluffy dolphin. see the smile?

My computer keeps telling me my mouse and keyboard batteries are low. Hopefully we have more in that drawer in the kitchen, or this note is going to be rather short. 

We've been back from Mexico for almost a month. How can that be? Am I one of those people (are there those kind of people?) who can't move on from their vacation? Maybe. I just posted another photo from it on Facebook. It's taken me a minute to get back in my routine, which is really rather unpredictable and un-routine like to begin with, but I'm getting there. I paid the bills and the kitchen is clean. Looking out at the garden, I'm a little discouraged though. One large branch of arugula sticks up about two feet taller than everything else, but from the looks of it, I doubt it would taste any good. Work will need to be done there soon. Drought tolerant plants will need to be planted and it would be good if we actually ate some of the food we're growing.

My birthday is tomorrow. You probably know I don't love change or aging. This sentiment is  expressed in three quarters of the posts on here, I'm almost positive. I'd consider moving to Neverland so long as my family could come and there was surf, so birthdays typically bring mixed feelings for me. But you know what? The alternative is much more unthinkable right now, so getting older it is. 

Last year on my birthday, I felt a little like I hadn't really become more of the person I wanted to be from one year to the next. Specifically being friendlier and more generous with my time. We did a beach cleanup that day last year, but it sort of felt like too little, too late. 

I'm always paying attention to people. Noticing each one around me and analyzing them in my own systematic way. I want to get better at being one and I want to be better at knowing some. I'm naturally shy by nature. A label I fought all childhood, so talking to people I don't know is kind of scary to me, but I know it's important and it's getting a little easier. People are interesting. That, I've always known. So instead of talking to them about things that don't evoke any true responses like: 

"How are you?" 


"How's the weather been back east?" 


or not talking to them at all, I have been trying to ask things that the person will hopefully elaborate on and enjoy talking about. 

"Are you afraid of earthquakes?"

"What's your favorite movie?"

"What made you take home that dog, specifically?"

"How did you guys meet?"

"Do you think the crow population is increasing?"

Maybe my label of shy might be traded for the label weird, but I don't care. I'm probably both anyways.

It's always been easier for me to love and help little kids and animals. None of them have ever hurt or judged me, but I don't think life's supposed to be about doing what's easy. 

There's this guy who surfs out at my home spot almost every afternoon. He was out yesterday when these pictures were taken. He always paddles around me and takes the waves I've been waiting for, even if he just had one. I have to remind myself not to clench my teeth when he's around, because it's bad for you and I already do it at night. One time, when I surfed past him, I purposefully sprayed him in the face with a turn. I felt good about it, but then I felt bad, even though I never said sorry. In fact, I've never even talked to the guy. 

This is what I was saying about me needing to be friendlier and more selfless. So he takes more than his fair share of waves? It's not like I don't get enough. Maybe if I talked to him things would be different. I would know him instead of using my mind to make him into this person he probably isn't. I don't know what to say to him now though, it's been at least a year of us ignoring each other. But I think I will say something. I know it's what I need to do. 

The truth is, something curious happens when you transform from a child into an adult. Something kind of wonderful. You understand that it's not always about you getting to go skateboarding in the morning before it's brain-boiling hot and more about saying yes to someone who needs you to watch their child a little earlier that day so they can do what they need to do. It's about listening to someone old tell you sad things you can't understand while they feed their dog scrambled eggs from their own fork and then giving them a kiss, wiping their face and petting the dog. It's about taking care of your house and the earth, because someday it will be someone else's and you want it to be nice for them. It's about saying sorry, even if you think the other person should.

I'm not perfect at all of this yet, but I'm working on it. And that is one of my favorite things about life. How it transforms you all the time and gives you opportunities to be better.

Cheers to another year! 

{+surf pictures by Scott. He got new fins, as you can see above! The ocean took one from him in Mexico, if you remember.
+my mouse and keyboard batteries did not die (and this was a very long post!)
+any suggestions on what to say to that guy?
+what's one of your favorite things about life?
+do you think the crow population is increasing? ;)}

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Momma's Birthday

Today is my Mom's birthday. I started calling her Momma when I was little, but she wasn't sure about it and preferred Mommy instead. But the name came back, the way nicknames like to, and she is Momma to me because that name makes her feel the most like mine. I know I am very lucky she is. Without gushing too much, I wanted to share a few things  you might like to know about her...

She has read every post that's ever been on this blog at least twice. You can thank her when I say lose instead of loose or choose instead of chose (confusing!) 

She volunteers every week at a secondhand shop that donates all profits to Working Wardrobe, a non-profit that provides clothing for men and women looking for a new start. 

My mom is so good to shop with. She doesn't even take credit for being fashionable, but she is. I feel bad I said I hated going to the mall when she wanted to go in February. It ended up being fun because she is fun to go anywhere with. 

If I wear a dress of hers and she thinks it looks good on me, she always insists I keep it. She gives me jewelry to go with it, too. 

She has baked me a funfetti cake for my birthday nearly every year even though she thinks it's disgusting. 

She put together a gigantic party for my 21st birthday at the house (dad too) and I acted like a huge brat at some point afterwards saying she made it more like the kind of party she would want. Twenty five of my drunk friends sleeping over and playing guitar until 3 a.m.? It's unlikely this is anything she would have chosen for herself. When it was my actual 21st birthday a few days later, she and my dad still drove all the way down to San Diego from Orange County to surprise me at a restaurant called Dick's Last Resort. They were sitting at the bar with masks and hats on.

She gets so hysterical over inappropriate humor (me telling her about a bad day, potty talk, the syringe emoji...).

She loves my dad so much. She folds his clothes so nicely. She tried to teach me, but I don't have the patience to fold our clothes that way yet. She cooks most nights and makes sure he eats healthy. She did the same for her kids too. 

She is really honest with me. She has made it really easy for me to see it's important to be honest with myself. 

She tries to learn all the time. She does Yoga and has gotten really good at it. She loves it, though, and I know that's what's important to her and not trying to be a psycho-perfectionist about it, even though she does want to improve and grow. 

To end with the obvious, I love her so much. She is the best example and I want to be just like her, except I'll surf :)

Happy Birthday Momma! 

Friday, April 18, 2014

Why I Went to Mexico

It's hard to capture what something so significant and short meant to you. 
There is something to be said for the satisfaction you feel after a week of hard work. 
The drink at the end of it all tastes so good.
But what's to be said about the gratification you get from time away? Too much, maybe.
And so, I'm kind of at a loss for words.
I don't want to go on saying something over-used like "Every day was my favorite day!", even if it's true. Or "It went by too fast."
So I think I'll tell you a dozen things about the trip and you can decide what it meant. 

We lived at the end of a dirt road-the four of us; once roommates in San Diego and in camping tents and hotel rooms around the country and now, again in a white house surrounded by bougainvillea.
And there were neighbors.
Some from mainland Mexico. Michocan, I think. 
Some from Wyoming. 
In the late morning a man attached himself to a hang glider and flew right out of an old barn on the beach. 
Every evening we watched another man ride a chocolate colored horse along the shoreline. Maybe it was his, but it didn't behave like it belonged to anyone.
And the green flash went off as the sun set. You have to remember it's not kelly green, but more the color of a highlighter. You can't blink, and you have to believe you will see it, or you won't. 
The nights came cold and clear. And we looked up to Orion, but I wasn't sure he was looking back because I wasn't sure it was him. Stars have never looked like people to me.
There was an ant hill right in the middle of the walkway because they didn't know it was a path. Or they did, but were too busy to move it.
And we saw stray dogs, 
two of them running at us at dusk with their teeth out. They followed us through the fields and yards that seemed to have no fences, but they only wanted company too and to know who we were.
In La Paz, the water, shiny like broken glass bottles, was sipping up the sun. 
You hid from it when you visited the skatepark, in the crevasses and corners.
Just beyond the hills to the south, there were waves taller than me most days, breaking in water only waist high. I tried to ride them, but they didn't always want that. 
But a bigger board did it, 
and determination did it,
so I took home something special in the end.
And bugs buzzed and worked while we reclined and laughed and drank and told stories and listened.

Travel information and recommendations:
Have you ever been to Baja?
+Where we stayed: Pescadero, BCS. A little over an hour outside of Cabo, 15 minutes from Todos Santos and about an 1:15 from La Paz. We loved this spot as it was close enough to everything we wanted to do, but felt remote and peaceful.
+Our accommodations were provided by The Osprey San Pedrito.  The cozy feel, full kitchen and patio with hammocks were a bonus to the location.
+Skatepark: Pescadero Skatepark; ask a local. It's easy to find, but it's not obvious where to look.
+Here are some more pictures Phil took (and he took the one of the Pelican above). He's a great photographer who has taught Scott and I a lot .

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