let your bones crumble.

Happy official Christmas season, everyone! We’ve trimmed our tree, made holiday cookies, put the duvet on the bed, and are watching the temperatures drop around here as we dive into December.

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We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with all of our Los Angeles family, surrounded by delicious food, people, conversation, and of course, learning cups from Pitch Perfect. Now, it’s back to the grind for a few weeks before a trip back to Chicago to see the family.

Before I head back to the midwest, I’ve decided to do 25 days of yoga, off of Jeff’s idea to do 25 days of running. I think this’ll help me get back into the swing of things after the crazy that was this past long weekend – crazy eating, crazy working on the blog, crazy decorating for the holiday! I started off tonight with a “Progressing to Headstand” class and even had Jeff help me out during partner-work, since our wall space is limited.

Are you guys doing anything to stave off holiday weight-gain/general tiredness now that there are holiday cookies about and the sun is going down so early?

all of them started with the word “sorry.”

About a month ago, I watched this video of Lily Myers reading her poem called Shrinking Women.

I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. As a young woman, I have had four professional jobs out of college. At all four of them, at one time or another, I have had a female boss. I have had strong willed bosses that are classified as “bitches” when they advocate for themselves and their staff, and other bosses who don’t live up to their management potential for one reason or another. Through it all, I have seen how standing up for your staff, being maternal while firm, is a hard line to walk as a woman.

More than anything, I have seen how often women say “I’m sorry.” Because I am a strong willed woman who knows what she wants and says it, I often have been labeled as bossy (sometimes by my bosses themselves!) and can be seen as abrasive or “bitchy.” So when I watched that video, I felt like I was lucky to have grown up with strong females around me who tell you to go out, get what you want, and don’t think twice. They taught me not to use being a woman as an excuse, and to stop whining already.

And yet, the line that stuck me was when Lily talks about how when she asks questions, she qualifies them with, “Sorry,…”

I have caught myself continually writing, “I’m sorry,” into emails and other correspondence, professionally and otherwise, before asking a question, asking someone a favor, or simply asking someone to do their job. I have stopped doing this as often as possible unless I should actually be sorry for the thing I am asking someone to do.

It’s hard. Do it today. Every time you start to write, “Sorry” see why you’re writing it. Are you asking someone to do something because you screwed up? Are you asking them to do something sucky, like count the number of clear push pins on a bulletin board? Or, are you asking them for something that is part of their job, part of their role, or just something you know they’ll know?

You don’t have to be sorry to email me and ask me a cooking question, or how to use Photoshop or WordPress or a camera, or if you can come over this weekend to borrow something from Jeff (like a drill or a table) or me (like a headlamp or a dress.) You don’t have to be sorry to ask me if I can send you a file for work, or respond to your email, or check my documents to see if something has be mailed that should have been mailed.

Watch Lily’s video, guys. And stop saying sorry. You owe it to all the women (and men) out there to stop acting like your need for knowledge, information, or tools is something to be sorry for.

Do you have regular cups?

I received this message from my friend Paul the week before last, and knew what it meant:

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The red cups, that I really, really, really, really, really don’t like, were back.

The next day, I was on my way to a friend’s wedding on the opposite coast, after a red eye that I almost didn’t make, and we were stopping for coffee. When T asked if I wanted anything, I said yes, then stood behind him at the counter, and asked the barista, “Do you have any non-red cups? Like, do you have regular cups?” She looked at me like I was insane, and said no, before sliding a red cup my way.

For the record, T did not look at me like I was crazy, but I know he thought it.

Alas, this morning I went to Starbucks to use up an old gift card (and because I’m out of coffee, which is horrifying) and this is what I was greeted with:

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For the record, I like these even less than I liked the 2012 cup…which I did not like. At least it was chilly this morning, so I can forgive Starbucks for spreading holiday cheer so early in the year…maybe…

Happy nearly-Thanksgiving, everyone.

Ciclavia 2013: Downtown LA

This weekend, Jeff and I participated in Ciclavia, an event in LA dedicated to closing down roads and giving them over to bikers and pedestrians. We biked from Hollywood to Downtown LA, then all around from MacArthur Park to Chinatown to Grand Park to Mirachi Plaza.

We stopped at hubs along the way, snapping photos, eating delicious fare from the street trucks, and listening to some music in the park. All in all, we biked 16 miles around this lovely city, and really got to see what LA would be like if we dedicated just a LITTLE more space to pedestrians and bicycles.

It made me nostalgic for Boston and New York, and gave me hope that maybe someday more people will walk in LA without it being taboo. We even took the Metro home! Below, find some shots of our fun day out on the town!

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everyone has a tiny whitney houston inside of them.

It’s concert season, around these parts. Last week, I went with C and T to see Hanson, where I was not disappointed by great tunes, lots of old songs to groove too, and an usually comfortable venue AND crowd. This was one of the best Hanson shows I’ve been to (and I’ve been to six or seven.)

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Then this past week, I got to see Matt Nathanson, who is always a delight in concert, moving his hips and making us clap, asking us to judge people around us who aren’t singing along.

Matt posits that there is a tiny Whitney Houston in everyone, and tiny Whitney needs to DANCE, so we sang “Dance with Somebody” and generally bopped around the floor of the Wiltern, singing as loud as we could and waving our heads around. This was hands down the best time I’ve seen Matt (this was the fourth time) because he has so many new fun songs, and “Modern Love” as an album really just screams “I AM A BLAST SING ME.”

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I love concert season, because it means I get to get dressed up, go to a venue, sing and dance around and feel like I’m sixteen again at the Verve Pipe concert my Dad shuttled us to in Detroit circa 2002.

Up next, I’m hoping to see 3eb in December, and we’re going to Radio Lab Live in November, which while not a concert is still a live event that I can’t wait to be a part of.

Here’s to fall, concerts, live music, and tiny Whitney.