Holy goodness guys. We got our own Jonas/snowzilla blizzard here. It was 64 degrees outside this morning. I got to work non-sweaty, with hair that looked like it was styled, and smelling like flowers. Or whatever I smell like when I’m not sweating. I don’t really remember anymore.

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Anyone else obsessed with the new Adele album? I know I am. It’s been a busy Christmas season (which is probably an obvious statement since I haven’t posted anything in a month. Yikes!), but I’ve managed to listen to “Hello” about nine million times, and subsequently drive my husband absolutely insane. In the not so holiday spirit, I’m also currently obsessed with Rihanna’s oldie (?) but goody, “B!tch Better Have My Money” (link/song nsfw – just in case the title didn’t give it away). I mean, “baht baht baht!” fits right into the song! It’s almost as though it would be a crime for me not to like it when it’s so applicable on a daily basis. #Thailandcurrencyforthewin

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Play that Funky Music

I’m in a funk. There. I said it.

Life is usually pretty good, but it’s been a tough month (yes, all three days of it) and I have to admit that I’m feeling a little funky these days. There’s been a few things that have piled up and gone wrong, but I think the biggest obstacle right now is that, unfortunately, my tolerance and attempted optimism for the weather here has finally maxed out. Basically, I’ve reached my cold weather quota. I’m thinking I probably shouldn’t have rolled my eyes (just a little!) in the medical briefing here when they said that Seasonal Affective Disorder (appropriately acronymed “SAD”) is a real thing here, and that there’s no shame in going to the med unit to talk to someone when/if it hits. Well, I might be there. Or not, but honestly – it snowed today. All day. ‘Nuff said.

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You Know You’re an American in London When…(Part 1)

I consider myself to be a pretty well-traveled and adaptable person, but as we settle in here and as I spend my pre-job days exploring the city, there are still things that baffle me, trip me up, and make me look like the bumbling, dorky American that I truly am. So here we go:

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