P.S. {MormonProm2012}

The professional photos are up!

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Kissing=Ice Cream

When my mom was in college, she and her roommates had this deal that anytime they kissed a new boy, they had to come home with a carton of ice cream for the roommates. . . So if they opened their freezer and found ice cream, they'd always know.

My best friend and I, decided to carry on that tradition. 

So far, I have received: Dreyer's Double Fudge Brownie, Tillamook Cookie Dough, Ben&Jerry's Americone Dream, and last but CERTAINLY NOT least.... Talenti's Belgian Milk Chocolate Gelato.

So far I have given: HA... Jaykay. Boys don't kiss me. I don't kiss boys either though so... It's cool :) I'm satisfied with eating ice cream.

On Friday I received the last 3 ice-creams mentioned above. 

Today was fast Sunday... And after 3 long {but very wonderful} hours of church in my 4 1/4'' black heels {that I strapped on for the first time in AT LEAST a year} to which my feet ACHED! Making me 6'2'' and very intimidating to all those boys... I came home, broke my fast at 5pm when I saw in my freezer that gelato...staring me straight in the face! So, I indulged. 

Thanks Olivia for kissing boys.

....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.

Matchmaker! Matchmaker! (...follow up)

This is to continue my story about Derek, the magical man from the ice-rink...

Once upon a few hours after the first ice-skating trip ...about 7:15pm (after dinner), we looked at the clock and realized Mr. Look-A-Like-James-Franco (Derek) would be getting off of work in just 45 MINUTES. We hurried to get our shoes to skate even if only for 20 minutes more. Plus, Lara HAD to get his number. ...She just didn't know it yet. We get there, we skate around, everything is more fun than earlier, only the air was MUCH colder. We went inside to heat our fingers, ears and face up. As we were doing this, Lara and Derek chatted away, and he couldn't wipe that smile off of his face, and as he turned away to grab more of the disinfectant for the skates, when he stumbled on a trash-can or a counter or whatever was behind him. Which was hilarious.

Nathan asked: "Are you related to anyone ....FAMOUS?"
Derek: "Uhh... No, I don't think so"
Nathan: "Have you ever been told you look like someone?"
Derek: "Oh yeah, James Franco"
We all laugh a bit and Lara says, "Definitely our dinner conversation"

(Let it be known that I was the one who pointed that out to our family)

So Lara and him are talking again when the conversation changes to skiing, and how HE WILL be skiing in the morning... "Yeah I hope to see you guys on the hill!" and "Seriously, you should go tomorrow!" and after saying basically the same thing a THIRD time, he sounded kinda nervous and said "...Haha sorry!" This was plain obvious to everyone other than Lara, that this was him begging for her to go.
We get up to leave, and as we walk out the door Lara says: "Derek, right?"
Derek: "Yeah! I'll see you in the morning!
For the next 10 minutes from walking to our car to the whole car ride back, ALL of us were saying how EASY it would have been to have gotten his number even just by saying "Oh that would be cool for you to give me some tips, here's my number" But no.
She just said "I was sandwiched between 4 siblings, I didn't have my flirt on okay!?"
By the time we pull up to our house, Lara starts to feel disappointed in herself that she didn't do better when all of her siblings are just now pointing out what she could have done... So what now? Well. We all get shoved out of the car so Lara can be chauffeured back to him in hopes that he hadn't gone home yet so she could get his number. ...Finally.
Meanwhile, I'm in my room pacing back and forth staring at Lara's phone WAITING for ANYTHING! Suddenly her phone rings with an unknown caller and I'm bouncing for joy asking throughout the house where this area code came from...
5 minutes later, Lara gets home to tell us that she marched right up to that rink, saw he was still inside, she knocked on the window, he SMILED (good sign) stepped outside, Lara asked for his phone, she punched in her number and clicked the dial button (that's when I was freaking out in my room) and want to know what he said to her!? DO YOU EVEN WANT TO KNOW!??! It's pretty painful!
He said that it wasn't her number he was hoping for... But it was MINE. Me. HANNAH.
SCORE!! HOW DOES IT FEEL LARA!? HA! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY BEAUTY IN THE FAM BAM!!!
...Okay fine. Maybe it didn't go exactly like that... I guess he said something along the lines of how he was going to ask for her number... yadda-yadda... and I guess that if the skiing thing didn't work out then they were going to go on a date or something later in the day. blah blah blah. Anyway, now he's saved in her phone as Derek Franco.

Can I AT LEAST take credit for finding this man?  ANNNDDD for making Lara go back and get his number? Call me the matchmaker. Because... I'M GOOD. 

Old Fogey

I like this picture because more often that not, people can see old people as boring, old fashioned, slow, boring, quiet, etc. etc. but forget that once upon a time they were a dreamer just like you and me! "Don't judge a book by it's cover." 

Really though, I love old couples. When the husband does little things like holding her arm and helping her, or when he's just in general sweet on her because they're eternal sweethearts. All of their friends may have died but the only important people to them are each other! Gordon B. Hinckley and his dear wife Marjorie were a perfect example of this.

Ah-ha! Another perfect example! The Notebook! What a good movie. In this movie, Noah's wife, Allie, gets Alzheimer's but he re-reads over and over again the book they wrote about their love story until she remembers him even though her memory of it generally lasts only 5 minutes. 

Really though, this will be me in a nut shell. I don't want to get old just because it means that time slipped through my fingers... But if I get to have it as good as this picture, then I will be happy!