Life has gotten crazy hectic, much more than I imagined it would.  Between school, work, and moving in with Mr. T, I don’t have time to blog.  It was fun while it lasted, and thanks to all those who commented and brightened my day.  Good luck and happy blogging!


Holy Mary mother of God, I have more work than I know what to do with.  I guess I should feel thankful, but I just feel overwhelmed.

I wanted to share with y’all something that happened to me… I am extremely pissed off but I feel powerless to do anything about it at this point except inform others.

Now, back to reading, taking notes, coordinating weddings, scheduling cooking classes, applying for the Master’s program, doing laundry, cooking, ironing, walking and feeding two dogs…

… When you are listening to the teacher talk about Montessori philosophy, and you get goose bumps and a knot in your throat.

“So-ho,” the groom’s friend breathed in my face, exhaling a waft of pure liquor that made my nostrils itch and my head jerk back involuntarily. “Did you know that Mitch and I have been friends since we were ten?”

“No, I didn’t,” I replied, turning away in disgust as I felt his spittle drizzle my eyelids.

The guest teetered a little, tried to focus his vision and continued. “I find it so hhhhard to believe hhhhe’s now married, cuz I still feel like a kid at hhhheart” he exhaled again. I gave silent thanks that I hadn’t had a chance to eat dinner, because I would’ve lost it right there, a foot from the dance floor.

“I’m just a surf bum,” he reported to nobody in particular, because by that time I was pretending to check my itinerary, trying to keep my face shielded from the sprinkler he was hiding in his mouth. “I love to just ride the waves from sunrise to sunset, that’s the best life.”

He blinked a couple of times and wobbled, a slightly confused look on his face. “You know, I struggle to pay the bills,” he said, genuinely perplexed. I stifled a laugh, and then…

“Did I tell you I’m a semi-professional skateboarder?”

“Oh, look, a centerpiece is on fire. Gotta run! Bye!”

I do believe I am the most fortunate person in the world.  Let me explain.

When I decided – with Mr. T’s support and encouragement – to go back to school to get a Montessori Education degree, I did some research and found out that the best school in San Diego was literally three blocks from Mr. T’s house.  The school looked unassuming, with a small classroom for adult students and a Children’s House for kids attending Primary Montessori.

I naively thought that most of my classmates would be local San Diego folks, maybe a few of them moms who wanted to get a better understanding of the method their children were being taught.  BOY WAS I WRONG!  I guess I hadn’t done my research as well as I thought, because it turns out that this is one of the best schools IN THE COUNTRY!  Let me put it this way… Our head teacher wasn’t able to attend orientation because she was representing the Association Montessori Internationale (the only Montessori association recognized worldwide) at the United Nations.  HELLO!  She’s not just any teacher…

Yesterday was the first day of class, and as people started introducing themselves, it became obvious that for many, attending this school had been an enormous sacrifice!  It turns out that I have classmates from the Ukraine, Korea, France, the Philippines, Taiwan, China and Mexico.  Add to that people from Texas, Illinois and Northern California, and we’ve got one heck of a diverse student body!

All these students have to pay for housing and transportation in one of San Diego’s most expensive areas of town, where a one-bedroom apartment rents for $1,400 a month if you’re lucky.  They left jobs, friends and families to attend this school.  Meanwhile, I get to live rent-free in a neighborhood I know very well, I walk to school, and I can continue working from home in the afternoons and on weekends.

I feel like the luckiest kid in school.

I can hardly believe that school starts tomorrow!!! I will officially be a student again, after many years of yearning to return to the classroom.   We had to read a book prior to the beginning of classes.  I’m almost done with it, but as I’ve always done since junior high, I’ll probably read the last few pages as I’m brushing my teeth or walking to school tomorrow.  Some habits die hard, and procrastination is certainly one of them.

Last night I had a meeting with a couple who hired me for their wedding in May of next year. They’re nice enough, but through the entire meeting I just saw myself repeating the same things, hearing the same comments, answering the same questions… I felt at times like the teacher in the Peanuts comics: MUAH-MUAH-MUAH-MUAAAAAAAHHHH.

Most definitely, it’s time for a change!


Today on “In Our Hands”: CSA – The Healthy Way

I had been wanting to start a new blog for several weeks, and today I finally got around to it! This blog will deal with natural health, a topic near and dear to my heart. While my views on health might differ from yours, I invite you to visit regularly and perhaps expand your outlook.