I've made it to my parents' house in Fargo, and I would like to take a moment to engage in my favorite pasttime: complaining.

See, Fargo is what I consider to be the armpit of America. There is nothing and no one here. The only reason I ever venture here is because I love my parents, and feel familialy obligated to visit them at Christmas (also ( Read more... )

Every summer I like to take a real vacation. It makes me feel all grown up and and adult-y, being able to fund my own trips. Plus I like making my own decisions. "I want to do this? Excellent." "I don't want to do this? Then I won't! HAH!" and you can't make me ( Read more... )

I panicked badly when packing for Fargo, and ended up bringing four pairs of shoes--you know, just in case ( Read more... )

So the reason I flew home for the weekend was to attend Time Out For Women, some women's retreaty thingy sponsored by...Deseret Book. Which is not the Church. Just very close. It's like a conference, but instead of having a point, it just makes women feel good about themselves. My overall assessment: I enjoyed it. I'd go back again for the company ( Read more... )

I know there's something wrong with the world when I have to wait on the runway for an HOUR in Salt Lake so they can de-ice the plane...and then it's a balmy 60 degrees in Fargo, North Dakota ( Read more... )

Flew back to Provo today from Fargo.  It was a chilly -10 there; here it's quite warm in the 20's.  And my life has taken a sad turn that the 20s are warm ( Read more... )