curmudgeons unite!

To mark my last weekend in Utah until the end of February (I leave for Europe this Saturday), L. and I planned out a whole day of romance. We started with breakfast at Finn’s, checked out the Festival of Trees in Sandy, before braving terrible, terrible traffic to go look at the lights at Temple Square (so pretty!), and then dinner at Texas de Brazil.

10858440_899906400043928_5706535193963367200_nBig conclusion of the day? Though we like each other very much, we don’t like other people enough to want to shuffle past decorated trees in a crowd. Curmudgeons and wholesome, family-friendly fun apparently do not mix. Which is probably why the only picture we have of all the trees is one featuring the Grinch..

a love letter to my friends

I do not have a date for Valentine’s Day tomorrow. I didn’t have one last year, either. Don’t worry, I don’t really care. When I think about all the reasons why I’d like to have someone in my life, celebrating Valentine’s Day does not make it on to the list. (No offense to those of you that go all out–that’s just not my idea of romance.) But what I do have is an unhealthy fixation with Parks and Recreation, and thus the felt need to celebrate¬†Galentine’s Day. So here we go: my love letter to my female friends.

I am blessed with so many lovely ladies in my life. You know who you are, and you make my life better every single day, with your Skype calls and blog comments and texts and cards sent through the mail, with HIMYM marathons and coffee breaks and museum visits, with chats about nothing and everything,¬† with endless patience for all my quirks, with refuge when I need it, and even when I don’t. I never do things the easy way (see: moving countries twice in three years), and I am incredibly appreciative of all the ways you cheer me on. I am lucky to know all of you. If most of you weren’t living an ocean away, I’d invite you all over for coffee and the breakfast food of your choice, but this will have to do for now. Thank you for being my friend.

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To any male friends reading this, I love you too. Just not today. via

(If this post makes no sense to you, it’s a sign you need to repent and start watching Parks and Recreation. Seriously.)

in which I try to capture two weeks in eighteen pictures (DC highlights)

National Christmas Tree

National Christmas Tree

dad relaxing after we spent all morning opening presents at a very slow speed.

dad relaxing after we spent Christmas morning opening presents at a very slow speed.

sisterly love.

sisterly love.

the library of congress. I went twice.

the library of congress. I went twice.

hiking with mom, dad, and A.

hiking

the Lincoln Memorial.

the Lincoln Memorial.

Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lincoln.

mom, A. and I.

mom, A. and I.

meeting Brigham Young at the Capitol.

meeting Brigham Young at the Capitol.

mom, dad, and E. after the Capitol tour.

mom, dad, and E. after the Capitol tour.

the MLK memorial. Absolutely stunning.

the MLK memorial. Absolutely stunning.

Baked and Wired cupcakes and coffee for lunch.

Baked and Wired cupcakes and coffee for lunch.

another hike, now at Harper's Ferry, where we learned a lot about John Brown.

another hike, now at Harper’s Ferry, where we learned a lot about John Brown.

coffee in a refurbished church

coffee in a refurbished church

E. and F. practice tying knots together, in preparation for E.'s field work.

E. and F. practice tying knots together, in preparation for E.’s field work.

on the metro with mom.

on the metro with mom.

after the White House tour. (Yes, it was that cold.)

after the White House tour. (Yes, it was that cold.)

practicing my most presidential look.

practicing looking presidential.

Happy Christmas

I’m surrounded by lovely people, we had a wonderful dinner, dessert is waiting in the wings, and E. and the dinosaur are both wearing bow ties today. Conclusion? Life is pretty good.

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May your days be merry and bright, wherever you are.

pre-Christmas cheer

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I went to see the lights at Temple Square on Saturday. Part fun, part research, and a good way to spend a Saturday pre-evening.

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I then went to Deseret Book, hoping to find a Mormon-themed Christmas tree ornament, and although I didn’t find that, I did find this. It was 44 dollars, so I didn’t buy it, but good to know windmills are appreciated here.

Today, I’m flying out to DC to join my family for two whole weeks of family togetherness. I’m part excited, part a little trepidatious since we haven’t been together for so long in what, ten years? But give us enough coffee and good food and my family can do anything.

I hope you all have a good Christmas week, whatever your plans are!

Eeyore-isms

There’s snow on the ground here, and it’s cold, and I am cursing my tendency to be early for public transportation since it means I have ample time to freeze while waiting for Trax. But! I finally bought myself a good winter coat, the sun shines most days, and I can put on these pajamas once I get home, so all in all, I’m on the good side of the “I hate winter” thing (at least for now). I’m even more optimistic than Eeyore, which, you know, is nice for a change.

thanks, Old Navy

I do not like winter. But do you know what I do like? Winter pajamas. (Although actually I like all kinds of pajamas. One of the things OKCupid asks you is what you wear to bed, and I’m always slightly sad when people answer “underwear” because they are missing out on all kinds of awesome patterns and colors and just general comfiness.)

In fact, the first thing I do when I come home in the winter (and the fall and spring, too) is take off whatever I’m wearing and put on yoga pants or, even better, pajama pants. So between Black Friday and Cyber Monday, I made sure to stock up on new sleepwear. My order was delivered today, and included these leggings, which have already been designated as my new favorite thing to wear in bed.

Now that it has started snowing here, it looks like it’s time to brush up on my hibernation skills. If you need me, I’ll be in bed, wearing these.