best of

Twenty-thirteen was a good year.

We partied at weddings and spent time with friends.

We celebrated our birthdays with roller coasters and brown bag lunches.

We made it up to Utah three separate times (for a combined total of almost 4 weeks of Nemrow family time and three out of four seasons - missing fall by the skin of our teeth, oh well).

We went on a plethora of fun dates and explored LA.

We spent many Saturday afternoons, long weekends, and lunch dates meeting in the middle with a few of our favorite people.

We lived on Balboa Island for a few short weeks in July and somehow that little beach house still feels like home whenever I see it.

 
We partied in San Fran and then drove the California coastline back to LA with all the sites in between (Big Sur?? Jaw dropper).

We celebrated TWO whole years of marriage in August with brunch at our favorite Provo haunt (and carried on the tradition of bad restaurant photos).

We made it to the happiest place on earth three times and always had the best company to enjoy it with.

David navigated the interview process, kicked booty in his interviews, got himself a new job, and made me a proud wife.

We met our annual famous person quota with Clinton Kelly this fall.  Check.

We ate some dang good food.

We married off the last Nemrow bachelor (sorry ladies).

Spent time with good friends.

And now it's time to start all over again.  January sometimes feels a little daunting that way.  It's a whole new year waiting to be filled up with experiences and pictures and memories, but it's also wonderful.

Bring it on 2014.  Let's make it great.

out of character

Personally, I'm a back row girl.

Always have been.

I'm even willing to compromise for a seat somewhere in the middle.

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But you'll almost never see me sitting in
the

Almost never.

Except this Tuesday.

I bent my own rule...

I sat in the front row of my 500+ student Accounting class.

Now, I know what you're all thinking:

Why on earth is she taking Accounting??

That, my friends, is a complicated question for another time.

The facts are these:

I know my professor.

I eat Sunday dinner at his house roughly every other week.

Oh, and I'm dating his son...

So, yes, I sat in the front row.

But I've come to this conclusion:
People in the front row are...
different.

They sit right next to you even though there are 3 empty seats on either side of both of you.
They feel it necessary to whisper their opinions to you all throughout class.
And I don't think I've ever seen someone's eyes open that wide.
Either he was intensely studying every letter on that PowerPoint slide
or maybe his eyes always look like that...
Regardless of the reason, watching him gave me a headache.

My 2nd Conclusion:
I'm moving back to the second row.