This might be the last picture of Kate taken while she lived in Washington, D.C. Lets be honest, unless she gets mugged or an overdose of the mythical French rudeness, I don’t think Kate is coming home. France has better tasting food, universal healthcare, beautiful streets, art, poodles, candy traditions older than our country, wine, no advertisements for Mitt Romney or Barack Obama on Hulu, macaroons, and protests every 3 or 4 days. Why come home? I just hope if she decides to stay she sends for me!
If not maybe the few nice things we have in D.C. will be enough to entice her back. Like nieces and nephews (picture of June below), Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, trees in fall colors, 2 Amy’s Pizza, Downton Abbey and the Walking Dead which they definitely don’t have in France, an endless supply of turquoise jewelry, Pie Gourmet, and free back massages…that’s a promise!
Kate!!! Please come home!!! Or I’m only going to write blog post with each sentence ending in exclamation marks!!!
Princess June in the Enchanted Forest.
Really, I just wanted to post this picture of June because she looks too dang cute.
According to Wikipedia, the most trusted information source on the web, clothing “refers to any covering for the human body.” And as much as I would love for Kate to have those glorious leggings, unfortunately she has committed, on this very blog, not to buy any newclothes this year. Therefore, I cannot support her in this difficult decision as I do not want to be in anyway responsible for her breaking of said commitment. If she breaks this commitment than what next?
I just got word this afternoon that I got my DREAM, DREAM job at an organization in New York called the Center for Constitutional Rights. Looks like we’ll be spending the summer in Manhattan!
I first heard about the Center when Maher Arar’s attorney spoke about how he (a Canadian citizen) was kidnapped in the U.S. and extraordinarily rendition-ed to Syria and tortured. CCR represents him and all of the Guantanamo detainees. This radio story literally brought me to tears. I wept for our country, and I wept with joy that there are attorneys working to restore its integrity.
Since we’re on a fashion kick… you know how Michelle Obama’s inaugural outfit was gushed about in the press?
Well, I’ve had that coat for years. Bought it at Savers, back when I combed through their racks for a living. It has gotten plenty of strange looks & comments. Now, Obama sports it & banana coats from the 60s are in.
Nothing like seafood & a political debate to really celebrate your 28th birthday in style.
I convinced the Republican & Democrat clubs at my school to let me crash their student Presidential debate. I convinced another Nader fan at USD to participate with me, and we were allowed to answer 2/4 questions (ie, I only got to answer one of the questions). I’m not sure how many swing voters there were in the audience, but it was fun. And I got to wear my “Don’t hate the playa, hate the game” Nader t-shirt that Neil & I made. Worth it.
Neil and I went out to breakfast at a seedy diner to celebrate in the a.m., since I had class until 9:30p.m. the night of. Turns out it is the most popular place in San Diego, based on the crowd. I had a spinach fritatta, unusual fare for a highway-side diner, but delicious indeed.
When I got home from class I was so hungry that Neil took me out for a Birthday Burrito instead of the celebratory ice cream we had planned. It was also quite delicious.
My family came to visit me the week before my birthday & somehow we ended up at a seafood joint down by the San Diego marina. Luckily we started the birthday season out early & they brought me some complimentary birthday dessert.
What could possibly say “Happy Birthday” more than husband & wife matching fleece vests from the 2002 Olympics. Thanks dad! You are one-of-a-kind.
Neil fetched me out some seaweed from Coronado beach for my birthday.
But, luckily he also surprised me with this fantastic cloche.
And, just for a jog down memory lane… for my 27th birthday I made everyone rent costumes & go to a mansion in Salt Lake for a Murder Mystery party. Anyone who says I’m not a good time doesn’t know how to have a good time.
Yep. That’s right. I walked to the closest hair salon to campus (which happens to be Fantastic Sams) and got my hair cut. When I explained that I wanted it short one one side, long on the other there was great confusion on the face of the stylist (only partially due to the language barrier). She said that uneven haircuts don’t look good. Finally after about 10 minutes I won her over with my newly developed logical argument skills.
In retrospect, she may have been right. But, good looks never were my style.