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Librarian problems

23 Apr

Today, in preparation for my drive back to Utah, I packed all of my worldly possessions into my car. Approximately half of the total space is taken up by books. So. Many. Books. I saw this picture today and it made me wonder if you can have too much happiness…

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Canadian Thanksgiving in America

30 Oct

Canadians are so confused when it comes to Thanksgiving. Instead of being a wonderful gateway to the Christmas season, Thanksgiving here is celebrated on the first Monday in October. More than 6 weeks early! (Another example of Canadian holiday mismanagement: they light fireworks on Halloween in Vancouver. Insanity.)

Last year the roommates and I did Thanksgiving up right, and I made my first turkey. This year though, we decided to nix the big dinner because Jaime was going out of town. To cushion the blow of stuffing withdrawal, I hopped across the border to hang out with my cousin Kylie and her family in Seattle.

We spent lots of time hanging out, eating treats and rewinding the season finale of Sherlock to pick up clues about how that clever fellow managed to fake his own death. Also, because we’re the coolest kids on the block, we went to Seattle’s premier Lego convention BrickCon. The obsessive attendees reminded of how minimal my own relative nerdiness is, despite me being a librarian. However, later that day I visited the library as a tourist destination and realized I’m still a huge nerd in my own right.

The Big Bang Theory

My own Lego creation

Me, Walt and Landon at BrickCon

I nearly got stuck inside this thing at the playground

Dinner with the family

The red hall at the Seattle Public Library

I hope we get to see Harrison Ford

3 Jun

I was recently invited to spend Memorial weekend in Driggs, ID with my oldest friend Rachel. Rachel now lives with my old roommates, who were also going on the trip, along with a bunch of their friends. The weather was cold and wet and sometimes blizzard-y, but we managed to have a great time anyway. We spent one day visiting Jackson Hole, WY and another in Yellowstone. (I can’t believe Ashlee had never been before!) We played games and ate junk food and tried on a variety of cowboy paraphernalia. More importantly, I got to eat my favorite huckleberry ice cream. On the drive home with Becca, we even managed to hit 4 states in one day. A worthwhile adventure for sure. Unfortunately for us, Harrison Ford was out of town shooting a movie. One of these times I’ll spot him…

She’s a maniac!

29 Feb

I had all these ambitions to blog the whole time I was on vacation in Florida. However, as with most of my lofty goals, it never happened. Turns out theme parking is a lot of work. I was tired by the end of the day. And my guilt over not doing any homework was simply exhausting.

I posted all the pics on facebook, so I won’t post them again. I will give you something even better though. Please enjoy this short clip of Molly dancing like a mad women at the Diana Ross concert at Universal Studios. She was amazing by the way. Diana Ross that is, although Molly was pretty stellar herself. I can only hope I’m still rocking out when I’m her age.

My love/hate relationship with travel

22 Feb

My mom’s pretty amazing. She decided to take my whole family (and if you know us, we’re quite a large group) on a vacation to Disney World. I’ve spent the better part of the last 6 months super stoked about the trip. In fact, it’s pretty much been the only thing keeping me going these last few weeks of school. In all that anticipation however, I seem to have forgotten what a pain it is travel. You know, those super frustrating, totally annoying pet peeves that you always conveniently forget until the next time you’re stuck with a 7 hour layover in some random town in Kentucky.

So after many many hours of travel today that included getting up in the 4 o’clock hour, standing at a bus stop in the rain, taking a 5 hour shuttle and then 2 plane rides, I’ve compiled my list of grievances about airlines, airports and my fellow travelers.

  • Women who look like they stepped out of a Jet Setter magazine photo shoot. Sorry ladies, but your perfectly disheveled, I-look-this-good-even-after-a-12-hour-flight look is making everyone else (including me) hate you. Let’s keep it real. Everyone knows you can’t possibly look like that naturally. Just break out the day old ponytail and sweatpants already!
  • Chain restaurants that charge double in the airport. I resent the fact that you can overcharge me simply because I’m trapped in the building. Once you go through those security gates, there’s no going back. I’m stuck with $3.00 bottles of water and $7.00 Big Macs.
  • Airports without free wi-fi. Come on guys, I’m paying and arm and a leg to fly these days. The least you could do is let me check my email during my layover.
  • Airlines that skimp on the snacks. Free food on flights shorter than 6 hours has pretty much gone the way of dodo so I’m not expecting much. I figure for the several hundred dollars that I paid for my flight though, I should at least get a bag of peanuts. And a flight attendant that doesn’t scowl when you ask for the whole can of ginger ale.
  • Frigid temperatures. No matter what I wear, I am constantly freezing on airplanes. It’s like they are trying to make an already incredibly uncomfortable situation even worse. I’ve taken to keeping an extra pair of socks to slip on during the flight.
  • The exit row trade-off.I’m not sure if this is true on every plane, but it seems like what you gain in leg room in the exit row you lost in the ability to comfortably recline your seat. The several times I have been faced with the option of an exit row seat I have struggled with this dilemma. As you know, I’m a bit of a giant. I have long legs that just don’t fit comfortably into seats which I can only imagine were designed for an early race of tiny humans.

Now that I’m here though, I’m sure I will forget these trials until the time comes for me to return once again to the dreaded airport.

2011

13 Jan

It’s that time of year. The time where we all reflect on the past year and look ahead at what’s to come. 2011 was just the way I like it–lots of travel and many strange and wonderful experiences.

I enjoyed 6 weeks of vacation. I visited four countries and saw 6 states. I crossed the US border 9 times. I took 6 plane rides. I drove from SLC to Vancouver three times and  up the  California coast from San Diego to Sacramento. I visited great friends and had great friends come visit me. I rode a bike in the Netherlands and didn’t die. I went punting down a canal in England and was actually good at it. I drank cactus beer in Belgium. I became an immigrant.

I moved twice and spent the summer with the greatest roommates I’ve ever had.

I started two book clubs, each with moderate success.

I applied to, got accepted to and started graduate school. I got 1/4 of the way closer to becoming a librarian and found out I actually like it. I also discovered I might even be good at it.

I posted 45 times on this blog.

I spent my first Thanksgiving away from home. I made a turkey for the first time and enjoyed the holiday in October and November.

I ate the greatest hamburger in the world, made the best french onion soup, tried poutine, learned to make sushi, and discovered Tim Tams and Coffee Crisp.

I learned to share my twin sister and was truly happy for her on her wedding day. I gained two wonderful brothers-in-law and two amazing step-nephews.

I took out my first student loans.

I attended my first black-tie event and was grateful that my mom taught me good enough manners to blend in reasonably well.

I was pulled over for the first time and got my first speeding ticket.

I was rehired and quit my job at the law firm for (hopefully) the last time.

I went from being an animal hater to an animal hater living with a dog and a cat.

Looking back, 2011 was pretty alright. Although I’ve decided not to worry about 2012–I’m pinning all my hopes on 2013 to be my year–here’s hoping that the next 12 months are as interesting as the last. Or at least that the world won’t end.

#75-92: Cambridge, Netherlands, a tiny bit of Belgium, and home again

1 Apr

75. My friend Australian friend living in England described someone’s style as “poncy with a dash of tarty.” I loved it. You have to say it with a muddled Australian/English accent though.

76. Punting. The greatest outdoor activity ever.

77. Boots meal deals. For those of you who have never seen one, Boots is like the British equivalent of Walgreens, but WAY better. Partly because they have the Boots meal deal: 1 sandwich or salad, 1 snack item and 1 drink for about three and a half pounds.

78. Friendships that you can pick right back up where you left off even when you haven’t spoken in months.

79. Sunny days in usually very gray countries.

80. My last night in England I stayed with my friend George at his aunt’s house. When I introduced myself to his cousin Sam (about 10 years old) I got the following response: “Hello, I like you. I think you’re dating my cousin. We need to talk.” Sam promptly left the room to discuss our relationship with George. When asked if he even knew which one of us I was, Sam answered: “Of course I know which one’s Chelsea. She’s the American, the big one.” Luckily I was traveling with my friend Patti who’s about 5 feet tall and 90 pounds so I wasn’t offended. Instead I found myself loving this cheeky British kid. Hilarious.

81. Noticing the moon the night it appeared 14% larger than normal without knowing beforehand.

82. I rode a bike with Patti on the back and neither of us died. Patti did sustain a few minor bruises though.

83. Drinking homemade hot chocolate with stroopwafels every day.

84. The canals in the Netherlands. They make everything so cute.

85. Mustard soup. This classic dutch dish is my new fave.

86. Charming Italian waiters.

87. Old buildings. We just don’t have them here. Not like they are in Europe anyway.

88. Making it onto my my last flight with 5 minutes to spare.

89. Making it though 4 security checks and customs in 2 different countries with all my illegal contraband. I’m a rebel with my cheese and tulips.

90. Sleeping in my own bed. Well, in Molly’s bed at least.

91. Three people showed up to book club this month. That’s 50% more than last month. It looks like I’m on a roll 🙂

92. I got an interview for the fellowship I applied for. After yesterday’s freak out, the call couldn’t have come at a better time.