Christmas Hangover

After a very long day full of forcing myself NOT to sleep past 10:34am ...again, I made yummy chocolate oatmeal with bananas and whipped cream, because, oatmeal is healthy for you. I then decided that I should put pants on for my families sake, now wearing $5 man sweats, a big Christmas night shirt, and my hair right on top of my head. Then I realized my sister, Lara, is going back to Provo tomorrow... So I got my creative juices flowing and I painted her a portrait of her in -mermaid form- using my handy dandy Crayola paints. That went well. After I gave up on being productive, my little cousin came over and we watched Life As We Know It ...even though i've already seen it once this week. (...oops!) After that, I decided that my acne is really bad because I haven't been following the 3 simple rules to a clearer face by:
1. Eating healthy -- Which means I can't continue this pattern of breakfasts
2. Sleeping long enough/at appropriate times -- Example: 2:30am-12:30pm
3. Exercise -- no comment
Then I got SUPER-DEE-DUPER bored, and did what those crazy people who have no lives do and I put on a face-mask and whipped up an egg and put it all in my hair till both my hair and face were stiff. Then I showered it all out and my face is not only as SOFT as 5yrs. worth of acne skin can get, but my hair feels like that light-weight airy feeling you get after a haircut. Plus it's silk smooth as well. So um. I recommend doing that if you have time to waste. Ha.

On my bed I found new running shoes my mommy got me! My last pair made my toes get bruised and turn black and now I'm scared my nail will fall off, so I paint over it with nail-polish and pretend it's not there! But now I can go exercise. Going to the gym FIRST THING IN THE MORNING!

My big brother Ryan and I had that tickle fight he had promised me we'd have before he left (because I know that his feet are his weakness and I can ALWAYS get him on the ground!) We laughed so hard our abs hurt. I tackled him to the floor.

Later, we spent family time and ...ate... then played 5 Crowns. (To which I failed miserable.) Then, as if one movie wasn't enough, Lara and I watched One Day (for my 3rd time) and I cried. I tried to play it as cool as her. But nope. Gosh dangit. I CRIED. And I get to cry again tomorrow when she leaves.


So there you have it. Another day in my life. Weird Worth it!

The Kids Table

"With all adults distracted, rules fly out the window and suddenly elbows lean up on tables,chewed-up brussel sprouts get hidden in napkins, and somebody starts eating mashed potatoes with their bare hands.

And no matter what how old everybody is the rule at The Kids Table is that you must act like you’re seven. Teenagers who think they’re too old for the table quickly start blowing bubbles in their milk, pouring salt in people’s drinks, and giggling like mad. Then someone pops a loud fart and everyone laughs for ten straight minutes.

Lastly, let’s not forget that The Kids Table eats first and sometimes features special items like lasagna with no onions, random chopped-up hot-dogs, or real Coke.

People, a lot of good times and great moments happen at The Kids Table. Little ones learn from older siblings and cousins. Childhood bonds and friendships are formed over toys, tears, and gravy spills." -1,000 Awesome Things blog/The Book of (even more) Awesome

I simply have to agree with this man. Christmas Eve, I got bumped to the little kids table merely because I am the 6th youngest in my moms side of the family, THUS, separating me from the older group/cousins I hang out with more. But as I was sitting there, I remembered the wonderful aspects it holds:

-No need to hold a conversation that makes your palms sweaty

-A burp had accidentally erupted from out of my mouth and knowing the shock I would have seen from adults (if they had been there) I would have been busted. So I looked up to find that not a single kid had noticed anything traumatizing. Awesome.

-You get first dibs on the sparkling cider

-You don't have to mingle for half an hour after dinner

-For me, the table was right next door to the food on the counter... So close that I was able to just reach my arm while in my chair to grab a new roll :) Bliss.

Plus talking to kids and hearing what they have to say, is SUPER COOL. So. The kids table, is cooler than you know. . . . Even if I missed being with my other cousins!

T'was MY night before Christmas

I decided the most appropriate way to tell the story (being the night before Christmas) was to go traditional. (Beware, this was all on the spot writing, nothing actually special):

T'was the night before Christmas, the family party was finished
As we stayed to clean up, the part-goers diminished.
We packed up our stuff, and we drive home in the dark
To find our hairy greeter went missing, so we heard not a bark.


The neighborhood was silent, quiet and mellow
All except for the calls for our lost puppy, Longfellow.
We whistled and shouted as I shed a tear
The night before Christmas and my dog was not here.


Tuckered and tired my siblings soon said
"I'm sure he is fine, let's crawl into bed"
Their words didn't soothe, the pain in my gut
So I sent out once more, to find my poor mutt.


A ways down the street, I walked out of sight
Equipped with only, a small bright flash-light.
While frightening thoughts, soon filled my head
I rationalized a way my best friend could be dead.


T'was the night before Christmas, and I nearly gave up
When quickly I turned at the cry of my pup!
Though past 10 o'clock, I knocked on a neighbors door
My dog was in their back yard, I WAS SO SURE!


The lady was friendly, and let me walk through her house
When I adverted my eyes to her half naked spouse
I wished those were boxers rather than tiny black briefs,
I walked out the door with a SIGH of relief!


I ignored the image now etched in my brain
But all of this trouble did not go in vain!
Covered in leaves, and quite muddy
But who cares!? I had found my long lost buddy!


I found my doggy, he was shaky and tense
Trying not to fall off a ledge, he got half stuck in a fence.
He sprang in my arms and he was filled with delight
It was a Merry Christmas Eve, and we had a goodnight.




Now it's Christmas day, and I feel very spoiled! Yoga pants and undies (which are MUCH prettier than that old mans down the street) from Vickies Secret. Nikon camera. Life As We Know It. Chocolate. A pretty cardigan. An egg beater (I still can't figure out why I got this one...!) Socks. Nail polish. A childhood favorite book, Harold And The Purple Crayon. Giftcard to Starbucks. A 3oz. mug from Starbucks. Lotion. Probably a few more things I can't think of... But I definitely feel like this is one of those bigger Christmas' for me. As daddy would say "Spoiled rotten to the core!" I miss that man.


Church was only an hour long, and it was pushed back an hour so it started at 10am. We had crepes, filled with nutella and bananas for Breakfast. The choir at church performed, and the narrators voice made me want to fall asleep (in a good way) ...And I got to mingle with a few friends afterwards. We got home and broke open all the packages under the tree! Now dinner will be at 4pm because my family enjoys eating.


And there's still. no. snow. ....RAIN, actually.
Merry Christmas everybody!

Christmas Break

Staying up til 1am painting penguins on my sisters and my nails is not a usual occurrence... Which means I'M ON BREAK and that I CAN SLEEP IN! -Making it a very easy excuse to do absolutely nothing of importance. But I enjoyed it.

just don't frown

"it's gonna be a great day! 
It's gonna be a great day!
IT'S GONNA BE A GREAT DAY!"

4 1/2 hours of sleep. Lectured in seminary for being quiet!! Struggled to stay awake while reading 56 pages in my history book. Had no ride to basketball practice... So I ran. In the cold. While having a cold. In shoes that made my two big toes turn black (bruised). Jammed 2 fingers for the first time at b-ball. Got back home, no one was home. Walked to the neighbors where Jim bandaged my fingers to a popsicle stick and adhesive tape. Then he made me macaroni and cheese with ketchup on top because "It just makes you feel better!" I get home again, realize I smell, so I shower with my left arm sticking out of the shower for 20 minutes IN A COLD SHOWER, and I would have been out sooner, but it's really hard without your other hand cause my bandage couldn't get wet. I can't type very fast now, so no more writing my essay tonight.

And in spite of all the what-others-would-consider-bad-things, today, was just a really good day! SO, when life gets you down... just don't frown. If you frown you won't see any of the weird positive ups!

I was able to get through the day without taking a nap! I accomplished more school than usual! I stuck to a schedule today. I was able to stretch my legs and go on a run for the first time in nearly a month. I got to see some of my wonderful friends. I got complimented on my form. Jim made me mac n' cheese!!!! Yum. My legs have that good sore feeling. Mom made yummy dinner. Mom was proud of my effort today and she rented me the movie One Day on itunes. So. I'm going to watch that now :) What an unusually wonderful day!

-Hannah

....Men....*sheesh*

Marriage.
That's a heavy word.
Especially for my age.
Fun fact:
2 weeks ago -on my first date- I was told by my date that he would never marry me because of my fine/thin/call-it-what-you-will....HAIR. Cause he wasn't "able to braid it".... So that was weird.
THEN.
TODAY.
AGAIN!
I was told after church by a guy friend of mine, that there was no way he and I could get married because I have the same name as his sister, so if we got married, then I'd have his sisters current name... "And that would just be weird" to him.
2 VERY RANDOM marriage declines...declines? --it can't be declines, i'd have to have been asked--or be the ask-ee. WHATEVER. I was told TWICE by two guys that they wouldn't marry me for those 2 completely stupid reason!
Then in young women's, we were talking about vocations, and what we want to be when we grow up in case we don't get married. (Key words.) Me and my bestie were making up silly jobs in case we don't get married.
...And I GUESS I'm treading down the un-married road ALREADY at the tender age of 16, so uh...
I guess I could get used to being an unmarried woman with a freakish dog obsession/be a dog walker roaming the streets of NYC. *Sighhh*

Life's short anyway right?
WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING?
Last post I'm talking about BABIES and now i'm talking about living a lonely life!!! *thumps head against desk* ...MEN.

j'adore les bébés

"What is your favorite memory?"

I've read this question so many times, it seems to be a popular thing to ask under certain circumstances, and it's usually an awkward thing to try and answer. Well, today; I have one.

Baby.

That my friends, was a fabulous time in life. Think about it! 

(Daddy as a baby)

Ignorance was bliss. You freely enjoyed the service of others wiping your butt. You were fed all the time. Awesome toys hung over your crib to pass time if you couldn't sleep, and when you do sleep, the whole house makes an extra special effort to be quiet and not to wake you (like you're a king or queen.) Whether your clothes were cute or not, the whole baby factor still made them adorable. And in my case, I was the pudgiest baby ever...According to mom and dad I was also the cutest child they had! (That's right. they told me I was the cutest out of all the kids. PARENTS DO HAVE FAVORITES.) People will act completely stupid just to get something as simple as a smile out of you. Paparazzi is everywhere! The video camera loved me! You could get away with taking off your clothes and the whole world would Ooo and aww(: Ifyou couldn't get somewhere, you'd find a way of transportation through a pair of arms or feet! (see below). You always had a seat dedicated to you in the car; no need to call your spot ("shotgun!") Your skin was so soft that people just liked to touch you. Your scribbled art amazed the world. And you were still able to spotlight others just by saying the simple words "mama" and "dadda". There were never worries of procrastination, and you could remember stuff better when TV shows like The Magic School Bus taught you important lessons. Kissing little boys was harmless and cute. And nobody got on your back if you had accidently drooled! I would totally go back. 

Now though, I have a better understanding of both sides of the picture. For every thing I loved up there ^ meant something had to be given up by my parents: Sleep. Money. Pride. Getting sick if you caught a bug. Time. And a lot more. 

In fact, when I first started babysitting I convinced myself I never wanted babies because all I ever saw of babies was that they poop and scream and have dried up snot above their mouth/wipe boogers on you, they never go to sleep right when desired, then they think they can get away with chewing on everything that isn't food! Then they just repeat it all over again! To me they were just stubborn. I mean, how could children never be as good as I was? It was beyond me.

Then I learned about how prego mothers barf from morning sickness, have fat feet, and then after 9 months they have to push a baby out their ...loins, and then tell you that "it was all worth it!" Ew, no. I was never going there. It's bad enough having Auntie Flo come every month without fail, how the heck would I ever be able to put up with GIVING BIRTH?

(This story is almost over, I promise)

So I was looking through old family photos... And I just LOVE them! And I saw how happy we all were! And I always failed to see there was good that came from families, and happy times and precious moments that are unforgettable. Now what? Well. I just can't wait until I'm married, because I will be that much closer to babies than I am now. Plus being a teenager sucks. 

Yay for past! Boo for present. And I'm happy for the future! ...Distant, future. :)

Mommy and Daddy