BlogHer San Diego

Hello San Diego

* I’m sitting here on my comfy hotel bed, dressed but all wrapped up in a mess of white sheets, thinking I really have no excuse for not typing out a Blogher post. I’ve got time to spare as I wait for my roommate to finish up her tap-tap-tapping Skyping or whatever it is she is doing so busily (working, I’m sure) and hours to go until we have to check out and attend some kind of family Ford picnic event across the street.

San Diego really is a nice spot to be. The weather has been beautiful, of course. It wouldn’t dare not to be. We’ve stayed inside most of the time but when we do go out it’s always just right.

our view

I’ve been here lots of times before but I’ve never had the luxury of being right smack in the middle of downtown and not having to to worry about where to park and how much it is going to cost. My car is safely tucked away in the hotel garage, costing a solid twenty-six bucks a day (cha-ching), and there’s nothing I can do about it so I’m just writing it off as a business expense and enjoying my freedom in a big city.

Last night we escaped the conference schedule and had a delicious business-related dinner with some friends (and possibly future clients) at an Indian restaurant in the Gaslamp Quarter. We were running late so we paid a pedi-cab to get us there and that was an adventure in itself.

I’ve been missing Bug like crazy but it has really been fun to be caught up in the buzz and fray of a zillion networking women. Though between you and me, my ears will be happy when it’s over. I think I have a semi-permanent ringing from all the constant talking going on in large echoing cement buildings with no windows.

Anyway, I’ve been having quite a nice time meeting new people and gabbing with old friends. I didn’t get a ton out of the sessions but that probably is my own fault. I think I’ve just been blogging too long and perhaps I’ve outgrown this convention. I’m more here to meet people and offer them my services as a designer than I am to learn about blogging.

How about some pictures?! I took a few. Not many but a few.

omsh and me

Me and OMSH.

kidlets enjoying the perks

Here are the kids the first day. Getting a chance to swim in the very nice pool made up for the fact that they didn’t get to stay overnight like we had originally planned.

morning yoga 5K woo!

A morning yoga session out our window that I did not attend and a 5K that I did attend. Woo! It was kind of fun to run around the foggy marina for a while.

terrace reception

There was a really nice reception on the hotel terrace where we got to eat fancy food and watch the sun go down.

delicious little potato things

sometimes gluten free is yummier

There was a lot of fancy food.

And even a flash mob dance in the lunch hall. I’ve had that song in my head all weekend.

Beth, Omsh, Tori

New friends! The girl on the right is Tori from Shiksa in the Kitchen. She is so sweet and her site is blowing up. She’s going to be famous someday if she isn’t already. You have to check her out.

omsh falling into the vortex glow jewelry!

And of course crazy OMSH. I always have fun when I’m with her.

lounge lizard

Food, swag, massages, more food, talking, networking, pitching my design services to new people, dancing, more food, more swag. It’s all been very exciting and fun.

* this was written on Sunday I just didn’t get a chance to post it until today.

A flip through my virtual photo album.

Sir Pounce in pajamas

Back in the days before blogging, (a long long long long time ago) I used to keep photo albums. I loved collecting photos and arranging them on a page. I was good at it too. I’d cut out little heads and add in captions, I’d save ticket stubs and arrange them fondly. I was a scrapbooker before scrapbooking was something you could buy in a package at Michael’s.

Man, I’m old.

I also used to take my photo albums to work and force my co-workers to look at them while I carried on a runny (Runny?!! Ha ha. Freudian slip.) running commentary about each photo. What a dork! Why would I think that my co-workers would want to look at photos of my cats?!! (I’m looking at you, Mh64.) Sure, I had vacation photos and artsy-fartsy macro shots of seashells and stuff but still…it’s hard for me to believe that they all sat around so patiently perusing my photo albums with me. But they did! I don’t know, maybe we were all just bored in cubicle-land.

Then blogging was invented and I never needed to have a photo album again!
The end.

Just kidding.

Now I just show everyone on the internet photos of my cats and my kid and everything else in between. But the good thing is that you all don’t have to pretend you are interested. You can click away magically and I’ll never know! How cool is that?

Since it’s 7days and eleven (or so) of you said I should share my competitive creative self-portraits here (I’m not counting the 1,608 clicks who didn’t say anything. Your votes don’t count.) I was thinking I might as well just post all sorts of random photos and take a kicked-back approach to blogging this week.

[Except yikes, it took me this long to get to my point. I guess I’ve defeated my purpose and this blog post is just as long and rambly as any of my regular posts.]

trash on trash


This is a picture of the trash cans outside our house. Why would I draw trash cans? Well, it was a beautiful day and Bug decided she wanted to draw outside. At first I was resistant. It’s not like we have a yard that I can corral her in. I didn’t want to lose her markers or crayons or random sheets of printer paper all over the neighborhood. But how can you say no to a kid who wants to draw? It would just be wrong to say no. I thought drawing outside might be a great way to introduce her to nature drawing.

But she wanted to sit on the wall in the alley. The little short two-foot wall of cement that sits across an alley OF CEMENT opposite a row of trash cans on cement. No nature in sight except the weeds growing up through the cracks in the CEMENT. So we sat and enjoyed the sunshine on our backs and I drew trash cans. She drew circles. We drew on cardboard because we found a stash of it in the dumpsters behind a nearby frame shop. They were a good surface because they were hard and would stay rigid on our laps like a desk. Also, they didn’t blow away in the nippy spring breeze.

It was fun. I think we’ll do it again. Maybe next we’ll move on to drawing the mailbox or even…A TREE!

writing a letter to Uncle George

Next up is a picture of Bug writing a letter to Uncle George. She’s so funny when she writes. She punctuates each stroke with a word as if she were really writing a letter. Her letter went something like this:

“Dear Uncle George, We are going to the movies. Thank you for playing with me. You are funny. Have a very nice day.”

Or something like that. Of course I didn’t pick up the camera and film a movie of it until after she had said something really funny. But I did get a cute movie.

writing a letter to Uncle George from secretagentjo on Vimeo.

7days Spring 2009. Day 2: yellow purse

And lastly is my 7days photo from yesterday. I was supposed to post this yesterday but I fell asleep like usual. I’m such a tired mom all the time. It’s so annoying. But at least I get my sleep.

This is a purse my fairy-godmother friend, Susan, bought for me a while back on our blogher trip to San Francisco. We were at Ross and she was spoiling everybody rotten as she always does and she sprang for this yellow purse that I had spied. It didn’t seem that fashion-forward at the time but here it is a year later and I get compliments on it all the time. I guess yellow is a happening color. I like the purse. It’s soft and simple and I don’t lose things in it.

That’s all folks! I’m off to Bethany’s for a few days. I’m sure I’ll be posting more fun photos from the Actuallys’.

Over and out.