We felt it in our fingers. And our toes. But mostly our butts.

It's snowing again. I've come to expect a buttload whenever the weathermen don't say much. I quit believing them after they totally missed the 3' of snow we got in a single night. Snowplow drivers must hate their jobs. ANYWAY -- I left my house 45 minutes early to avoid the messy commute, which unfortunately means I also missed two graceful displays by my roommate and best friend, respectively. It seems both underestimated the presence of ice underneath the 4" of fresh powder, and lucky me got to hear all about the ensuing snow angels. YOU GUYS CAN BE TWINS! REALLY UNCOORDINATED ONES!

And yes, I'm aware that I'm probably next. 

I got so busy with my list, I never did get around to reporting Christmas. Heck, I didn't write much at all last Fall. We did so much! We...we, we ran a marathon, we sailed a sailboat, we planted a fricking church! And by we, I mean I was present. Here's a quick photo tour:

Cakes and I standing in the pouring rain watching our bro run the Portland marathon. 

The dear boy after finishing in 3+ hours. He was exhausted.

After PDX we spent a few days in Sequim, sailing on the sound with my aunt & uncle. And nobody fell out! Fresh fish, stargazing, and cosmos in the hot tub made for a great time. Pretty sure we need to go back.

I was born ready. And I'm on my cell phone.

Grey's volleyball senior nite. Also the very last home game of any Stillar sports season. Ever.

The kids of Seuss during dress rehearsals, CYT's Fall show. They were magnificent.It's my favorite thing to stand in the wings and watch them.

Luke was gifted a machete. Sigh.

My mother, the flying nun.

This is Coocum. She's a lot sharper than she looks.

While I never thought I'd hear myself say this, I'm all familied out. The promise of a quiet month has been my saving grace. I think I'm the only one who, when I arrived on campus for Jan term, kissed the ground and had a virgin martini. 2010 spoiled our family, in that we got to spend an obnoxious amount of time together. Hoopfest, Al's wedding, a week of family vacation on the lake, Thanksgiving, Vegas, Christmas, plus a handful of small trips to Portland. Eventually it was all YOU'RE HERE AGAIN? WHAT? 

We love eachother, just in moderation. And I'm pretty sure the reason they ousted "epic" as a word for 2011 is strictly on our account.


Here's to a quiet year.