Forever In Blue Jeans

Last night Cody and I had the one in a lifetime expereince of watching Neil Diamnod live at the Delta Center. My mom took us. We were on the floor, row 12, front and center. It was incredible.

I must say that the best part of all was seeing all of the older women freak out when he first came on stage.

Cody, my mom, and I danced the night away, yelling all the words to almost all of the songs. What can I say, I grew up listening to him. His voice feels like home.

We weren't allowed to have a camera, but Cody got some pictures and videos on his phone. I'll have to post them later.

Until then, feel jealous...very very jealous. haha.

All Things In Eight

Another Tag...

8 Favorite TV Shows (Honestly, I don't watch a lot of TV)
1. The office
2. House
3. Prison Break
4. CSI (Las Vegas)
5. One Tree Hill
6. Kath and Kim...te he he
7. Pushing Daises
8. 30 Rock

8 Things I did Yesterday
1. Woke up
2. Showered
3. Went to work
4. Ate lunch at Heidi's
5. Went back to work
6. Met Cody at Taco Bell for dinner
7. Hung out with Jake, Melanie, Caleb, Hayley, Travis, and of course Cody
8. Played the "Name Game"

8 things I look forward to:
1. Finding out if "it" is a boy or a girl
2. Christmas
3. Going on a cruise for our anniversary
4. My birthday
5. Cody's graduation (yay April 2010)
6. Not having to work
7. Learning to crochet a flower
8. Making it to heaven with Cody

8 Favorite Restaurant
1. Thai Chili Gardens
2. Thai House (AF)
3. Olive Garden
4. PF Changs
5. California Pizza Kitchen
6. Cafe Rio
7. Panera Bread
8. Taco Bell

8 Things I wish for:
1. More free time
2. A healthy baby
3. To take Cody to Europe
4. A world that I can trust
5. Patience
6. Forgiveness
7. To be a better wife
8. To be able to sleep at night

Worst Date Tag

Well, Jenn tagged me with the "worst date ever" tag.

The first story that came to mind, however, wasn't exactly MY date, but it was MY fault. So, I was set up on a date by my aunt/cousin Bobata. When the guy called me to figure out a date and time, I told him that I would be more comfortable if it were a double date and I brought a friend. He said that he would find a friend as well and we set it all up.

The night came and both guys stopped by my apartment to pick us up. They were cute, so it was a plus. We went to dinner, they paid of course, then went to one of their houses to watch a movie. During the middle of the movie my friend's date got up and left. We figured he was going to the bathroom or something. He didn't come back for the longest time, and when he finally did he had another girl with him. haha. So the five of us finished the movie. I didn't know what to make of it. Pretty soon my friend's date left with the other girl, and my date drove us home.

Seriously, I still don't know what they were thinking. Sorry Kendal.

Oh, I just remembered one more. I had been dating a guy for a little while, like 2 or 3 months, and we went to a movie. As we walked past the concessions stand I asked if we could get some milk duds, it was a movie tradition of mine and I love them. This is what he said to me:

"Hanna, if you knew you wanted a treat you should have told me before we got to the theater. The stuff here is too expensive."

Then we walked into the movie.

I was so bothered by it. I stopped hanging out with him. Who knows, maybe I'm just a brat and what he said was totally normal.

I tag...whoever...

Finally Finished

I just finished my last final. So (hoping that I passed all of my classes) I'M DONE! FOREVER! okay, at least for the time being. One day, in the distant future, I would like to go on and do more.

Cody finishes tomorrow morning.

What a glorious feeling.

To add to it, we finally put our Christmas tree up and decorated the house a little. It is our first "married" Christmas and I am REALLY EXCITED for it. I love the holidays, they just make a person feel great.

Anyway, that is the update for now.

There Is Always Room For Firsts

I had two firsts this weekend.

1. I shot a handgun.

I am scared to death of guns, but Cody insists that knowledge is better than fear. I completely agree. My insides trembled every time I pulled the trigger. I had to keep reminding myself, "This is good for me."

2. I watched the movie 'Willow.'

I have heard about this movie for years. I have even quoted lines from it, just because other people always did. Then, this weekend I finally got the incredible opportunity of viewing it first hand. It was great.

What I've Learned

People say that you can never understand something until you live through it. Well, this is my first time being pregnant (as far as I know...) and there were lots of things I couldn't have prepared for, even in the first 3 months.

Now, I realize everyone's body reacts different, but here is a list of pregnancy lessons I have learned:

1. I do NOT react well to extra hormones racing through my body.
2. If I eat all the time I'll get really fat, but I won't be so nauseous. I just have to decide what is more important to me.
3. While normally I am cold all the time, I can barely stand sleeping under the covers because I feel like my body is on fire. How does that even happen?
4. Crackers are not the miracle cure doctors tell you they are. Bread, however, is.
5. Water makes me vomit, or at least come really close, every time I drink it.
6. Sometimes, even though I just ate 2 hours earlier, I feel like my body is going to rot and die from starvation.
7. I get tired around 7:30 instead of my usual 12.
8. I cry. I cried while watching Joe Dirt the other day, at three different parts of the movie.
9. The smell of my laundry detergent makes me want to dry heave. Well, the smell of lots of things makes me dry heave.
10. I have crazy dreams, most of which are about death and horribleness. I'm not sure why.
11. My chest really hurts, especially when its cold outside.
12. I have my mind made up that even though no one else can tell I am getting bigger, I am HUGE.

The last lesson, number 13, is the hardest. Although I haven't seen it personally, its a fear in the back of my mind. That is, nothing is final. A million things have to go right in order for this little creature to be born healthy. I just keep hoping it all does.

The Parasite

SO... Hanna hasn't felt great these days. For a long time she's had intestinal problems and she frequently gets stomach aches. If she's too hungry then her stomach hurts and cramps, and if she eats too much then she wants to throw up. It's been that way for awhile apparently. The poor little gal. But, I began to worry I finally took her to the doctor. When I took her to the doctor they said that it sounds like she might have something wrong, so they began the typical investigation. Poking and prodding, pushing and pulling, bloodwork and urination, you know the drill. So we awaited the verdict. Turns out tests were positive for a parasite. We couldn't believe it. How did this happen? What do we do for it? He reassured us that if she takes the right pills and eats right then the pain will subside in a couple of months. I of course was in a panic and the fears of how we are going to be able to afford this parasite problem was a big question mark. But, alas, the doctor reassured us that most people learn to love and adore these things and they even give them a name and that we'll probably spend the rest of our lives worrying about it's well being and end up loving it more than we could comprehend.

Well, we've spent the last couple of months reading up and getting healthy and getting ready for this things arrival and just the other day we went in for a check up and it seems to be growing very rapidly. He said it even has it's own heartbeat! And we HEARD IT! So bizzare.

So nevertheless and notwithstanding, if you haven't figured it out yet, we could use your prayers and support because Mrs. Fertile Myrtle's gonna have a BABY! And it's supposed to be ripe and ready for the pickin' on June 12, 2009. So there you have it. Giddy Up.

Love,
Cody

My Thoughts on Twilight

Well, yesterday I saw Twilight with some old high school buddies, and to be honest I was pleasantly surprised. I heard it was HORRIBLE from several people. So, I expected HORRIBLE, like made for TV movie horrible, and it surpassed my expectations.

The only thing I really didn't like about the movie, I also hated in the book, so I guess its fair. I don't like that the writer never goes very deep with the characters, how Bella and Edward go from hate to love in like 5 seconds, and that Bella is so obsessed with Edward for no real reason. Obsession like that is never healthy or good. I always wanted her to end up with Jacob.

ANYWAY, there you have it. My lesson learned for the night was, go into movies with low expectations, that way you can leave happy. The only problem is that I am VERY EXCITED for the next Harry Potter movie. Please, oh please, let that one be amazing, or I may just cry myself to sleep.

p.s. I still don't think that Edward was very cute

Twilight

This weekend I have tickets to see the movie Twilight. I know I have talked about this before, or maybe I haven't, but let me first preface my comments with the fact that I read every one of the books in the series.

When I first came back to Utah after my 18 month stint in DC, I heard ravings about this new vampire book. When someone described what it was about I was automatically turned off, but then I kept hearing about it. So, curiosity overpowered me and I headed to the book store to buy a copy.

I read about the first 100 pages and was bored out of my mind, but my drive to understand why it was so popular kept me going. I have to admit, the ending did get better. I repeated this cycle with the rest of the books, skipping hundreds of pages at a time in hope of finding a part that wasn't boring, but never really managing to find that awesomeness that everyone else found.

I pondered greatly about this. To me, it was like yogurt...something that I felt like I should enjoy, but every time I tried it out I hated it. Yet, I still always made myself try. While pondering, something dawned on me. I realized WHY, at least in my opinion, this book was such a great hit, especially in the LDS community.

The main plot of the story, up until the last book at least, is wrapped around this idea of sexual tension. I don't think most women actually realize this as the appeal to them reading it, but think about it, and think about being LDS. Sexual tension is huge in this culture. Its something forbidden, but only to a point. Something that drives you mad, that you want so bad, but can't have. See the correlation?

Maybe that is why I didn't like them. I'm not sexually charged enough, or things that are forbidden like that don't intrigue me like they do other people. That's my take on it anyway. But, I insist on trying to fit in, so this weekend I am heading with some of my friends to one of the earliest showings. Awesome, right? I will be happy to be with them no matter how the movie turns out.

Words To Ponder

My mom sent this to me today in an e-mail. It seems very fitting for this day and time. Especially regarding a certain instance in California. Its long, but be strong and read on...

"Make no mistake about it, brothers and sisters, in the months and years ahead, events are likely to require each member to decide whether or not he will follow the First Presidency. Members will find it more difficult to halt longer between two opinions. President Marion G. Romney said, many years ago, that he had 'never hesitated to follow the counsel of the Authorities of the Church even though it crossed my social, professional or political life.' "This is hard doctrine, but it is particularly vital doctrine in a society which is becoming more wicked. In short, brothers and sisters, not being ashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ includes not being ashamed of the prophets of Jesus Christ...Your discipleship may see the time when such religious convictions are discounted...This new irreligious imperialism seeks to disallow certain opinions simply because those opinions grow out of religious convictions.

"Resistance to abortion will be seen as primitive. Concern over the institution of the family will be viewed as un-trendy and unenlightened...Before the ultimate victory of the forces of righteousness, some skirmishes will be lost. Even in these, however, let us leave a record so that the choices are clear, letting others do as they will in the face of prophetic counsel. There will also be times, happily, when a minor defeat seems probable, but others will step forward, having been rallied to rightness by what we do. We will know the joy, on occasion, of having awakened a slumbering majority of the decent people of all races and creeds which was, till then, unconscious of itself. Jesus said that when the fig trees put forth their leaves, 'summer is nigh.' Thus warned that summer is upon us, let us not then complain of the heat."

Elder Neal A. Maxwell, Quorum of the Twelve Apostles, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
"A More Determined Discipleship", Ensign, Feb. 1979

Thanks

Reading my sister Heidi's blog I was reminded the reasons why Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays.

I am sure as a child it started because every year we spent it at my aunt and uncle's house in Lake Arrowhead, California. I loved everything about being there...the smell, the mountains, the memories, and the trip to Disneyland every year the day after the big feast. That was my tradition growing up.

But, that wasn't the only Thanksgiving tradition. Another thing we do is, after we have all settled in our seats, but before we eat, we go around the table, youngest to oldest, and say what we are thankful for. Every year its the same. I say something lame like "food," I listen intently hoping that my parents mention me, and my aunt Susie cries. That is just the way it is, and I wouldn't change it for the world.

So, in this spirit of remembering what I am thankful for, and to add to my sis, here is a list of 5 things:

1. The opportunity to receive an education in a field of study that I love. Not everyone is granted the money or sometimes the know-how or will power to go to college, and even those that do aren't guaranteed to discover their passion for life. I have successfully done both, too bad my passion wasn't something that had the potential to actually make me money.

2. My husband. I don't give him enough credit, but honestly that boy does everything for me. He is incredible.

3. My knowledge of Christ, his reality, and his gospel. There are many religious cynics out there, but not me. I have the amazing opportunity, through various non-deniable experiences in my life, to know that there is indeed a Christ, that he lives, that he is keenly aware of me, and that through him I can obtain true happiness in this life and the life to come.

4. Family. Apart from my husband, I have a family whose awesomeness is tough to match...at least in my eyes (and that includes my crazy in laws :)

5. A foot donut from the Lehi Bakery. They need no real explanation.

Update...This Time A Good One

Yesterday I received this message on Facebook...

Hanna,
This is ****** ******, and I found a bunch of your info, including your driver's license and other important identification info. Facebook was the only way I found contact info for you, so please get back to me if you want your stuff back. My phone number is ***-****. Otherwise, I will destroy it all in a safe way.

Pretty awesome, huh?

Stolen From...Again

Well, I have become the target once again.

Today, I left work a little early so that I could run home, grab some files I needed, and head to an appointment I had. When I got home I realized that I was missing one thing from the files, a thing that only Cody had access to. So, I called him to get the password for it, so I could print it off and head to my appointment. Cody didn't answer, so I waited at home for him to return my call. About 20 minutes later he did, I got the paper I need, and I headed out the door.

When I got to my car, which had been parked in my garage, I realized there was this weird metal thing on my seat (pictured below)

I also noticed that my car was incredibly clean. No purse, no keys, no backpack, no books. I had left that stuff in there under the impression that I would only be inside for a second to grab the papers I needed. Unfortunately my 1 minute turned into about 30 minutes, but still. It wasn't that long.

I was robed, again. They took my social security card, credit cards, ID's, insurance card (which is a "special" one and irreplaceable), text books, the notebook that contains everything from notes to homework assignments (3 of which are due tomorrw), the keys to my car, house, office, mailbox, my favotire purse, my favorite wallet, and my backpack that I bought my first year of college which I love. People can be real douche bags (pardon my language) sometimes.

The worse part is that when I called to cancel my cards, I found out that all the banks are closed today. Yay for Veterans Day. And, the only other people that might have been able to help me, VISA, were completely incompetent. First of all because the woman barely spoke english, and second because she said there was no way to help me unless I could tell her the numbers on the cards. Well, I didn't have the numbers BECAUSE THE CARDS WERE STOLEN. I was a little testy (by a little I mean a lot) while I talked to her on the phone. I had to spell my last name for her FIVE TIMES. If I had the power to reach through the phone and strangle her, I would have...no questions asked.

Cody and I seem to be targeted with this kind of stuff more than the average person. And if cops in the United States had half a brain to do their job, it wouldn't be such a big deal. Unfortunately, cops are like the ones that talked to me today which say, "I'm sorry that happened to you, but there is nothing we can do about it." I believe he was a bigger moron than the foreigner on the phone from VISA. How do we let such idiots obtain jobs with that much power?

After all is said and done, today was not a good day. This is not what I need right now.

Laying Sod

On Saturday Cody and I went to a community project that was being held at the new park a block or so from our house. They needed volunteers to lay sod, so we came. Plus they offered free donuts and lunch (neither of which I ended up getting, unfortunately).

Anyway, I realize that I am not the most experience sod layer, and that I am not very strong (I mean, I can't even do a pull-up). However, that does not mean I am totally incompetent. The concept of laying sod is pretty simple.

What I did notice is that every time I carried a square over, laid it down and straightened it out, one of the guys (without fail) would come behind me and just touch it. Sometimes with their foot, sometimes with their hands. They wouldn't move the grass at all, because I had already laid it pretty straight and where it needed to be, but for some reason because I, a girl, was the one to put it there, the job was not done right until a man had approved it with some physical gesture.

This started to get on my nerves. I wasn't feeling well that morning anyway, not to mention I was volunteering, the last thing I needed was to be demoralized for my efforts.

One time, just to spite, I saw a guy coming behind me to inspect my work with his manly "touch," so I bent back down in his way so that he couldn't. I then "rearranged" the already well laid sod (I really am such a brat). And you know what, he waited there behind me until I was done, and then kicked it. Go figure.

Election Day In California

It is interesting that in the state of California, Obama had a clear victory while Proposition 8 (as far as I have seen...minus a few million votes) was also passed.

Blue v. Red in the strongest, most contrast way.

What an interesting and incredible time we live in. It just blows my mind. These are the issues and the results that will mark our generation and our lives forever.

Wow.

Pictures And Stuff

I have been told that I need to put more pictures on this blog of mine, so here you go. I hope they don't disappoint you.

This is us at a Salt Lake Bees game with our favorite two foreigners, Caroline (Ireland) and Adam (England). She was one of my mission companions and I love her dearly. We also love baseball...it is such a great sport.















Then, October 30 we headed to Kingsbury Hall to watch Thriller. I look forward to this every year. We took Cody's parents, along with some of our favorite friends, Cache, Hailey, Chad and Kim.















And last we have HALLOWEEN! I LOVE to dress up, but I am also very particular about it. I can't just be any lame thing like an angel, witch or cat (okay, so I have been both a witch and an angel before, but at least never a cat...haha). Those are so old school. People really need some originality these days.















Cody dressed up as a pinata and I was the bat...we made both the costumes ourselves, as I am sure you can tell. It made for some good quality family time.

Just The Other Day...

...as Cody and I pulled into our garage and I was heading inside, Cody thought it would be funny to run ahead and shut the door on me. ha ha ha ha ha. As he did this, something swooped down at my head. I almost had a heart attack considering that someone at church had just been telling me all about rabies and animal attacks. I screamed and tried to get in the door before it could make another attempt on my life.

In hearing this, Cody and his brother Jake came rushing to the door. My crazed animal turned out to be a bird stuck in our garage. Apparently it couldn't figure out that the giant hole, where the garage door was, is the way outside to freedom.

Cody and Jake then spent the next 20 minutes coaxing it outside. It was pretty hilarious. If you look close enough you can see the bird to the right of the garage light.




















They were like kids in a candy shop, just check out Jake's face.

Tagged...in my own special way

My eight year old niece created her own tag just for me, and because I love her I obliged.

1.WHAT TIME DO YOU USUALLY WAKE UP? 7:15, at least that is what my alarm is set to
2.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? water
3.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? Thai food
4.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SONG? I don't really have one
5.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF MUSIC?I don't really have one of these either
6.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME ever? Hanna
7.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME FOR A GIRL? Hanna
8.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NAME FOR A BOY? I like my brothers' names actually
9.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BREAKFAST? I like omelets from IHOP, a chicken one to be exact
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT/CLASS IN SCHOOL? In HS I liked math, dance & aerobics

BONUS QUESTIONS:

1.WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO GO/BE/SEE IN THE WORLD? That I have been to, Lake Powell, that I want to go to, Italy or Spain
2.WHO WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO TAG? Kaitlin Nicole Gray
3.IF YOU COULD CHANGE YOUR NAME TO SOMETHING ELSE WHAT WOULD IT BE? Kaitlin Nicole Gray

Sister Missionaries

Tonight I went on splits with the sister missionaries. It was awesome. Sometimes I really miss being a missionary.

It is one of the coolest feelings in the world to run into a random stranger on the street and discuss the restoration of the fullness of the gospel of Jesus Christ as cars whiz past you and other fellow street goers give you the evil eye.

After a few minutes of talking with them, you have worked your way through several important points until you hit the story of Joseph Smith and the first vision. Then BAM, the spirit floods your surroundings. The noise from the cars all but disappears and the only thing you can feel is an overwhelming calm. You get it, and you know they are really getting it too. From a simple experience like that, millions of lives change. That is something truly incredible.

Tonight I heard a 20 something year old girl from Seattle realize, and voice out loud for the first time, that she knows Joesph Smith was called as a prophet of God to restore the church of Jesus Christ to the earth, and that everything she had learned from the sisters so far was true...even though her dad told her never to speak to him again if she goes along with it. Cool, huh?

My Exciting News

Today I had an appointment with my adviser at school. I wanted to find out what classes I need to take next semester in order to FINALLY graduate. I mean, I am 24. It's about time I am done with school...at least for now.

Anyway, as she looked up my status she said, "Hanna, you are going to kill me."

She then went on to tell me that they had recently changed the requirements in my department. There were 3 classes that we no longer needed, 2 of which I already took. That left me with ONE class to take next semester, but who wants to drive one hour 3 times a week for ONE class. She then informed me that the two extra ones I took would cancel out (substitute) the one I was missing. WOOT! WOOT!

So, that means I AM DONE! This December I graduate with a bachelor's degree in Communication, emphasis in Journalism, and away I go. I am so excited, but now I'm not sure what to do with my life! Real world, here I come...I guess...

6 Quirks I Call Home

Alright Doretha, here are 6 of my many quirks.

1. I am picky when it comes to cleaning...particularly dust and water spots. I wash faucets, the glass door on the shower, our black appliances, etc. over and over trying to get rid of water spots that I know will never go away. I hate them.

2. I spell things with my fingers. I don't know why I do this, but when people talk to me or I am watching something on TV or a movie, I spell out what they are saying. It drives Cody crazy because my pointer finger is always wiggling. Its pretty weird, but I just can't stop doing it.

3. I am obsessed with the internet.

4. I can sleep anytime, anywhere during the day, but once the sun sets my internal sleeping clock shuts off and I become wide awake. No matter what I do, this never changes. I am often forced to drug myself in order to get a little timely shut-eye.

5. No matter what, once I find something I like at a restaurant I will never order a different thing from there again. I get too scared that something new won't be worth my time.

6. I love knowing things about people, places, events, etc. before everyone else. It is sad, and true, that I love gossip. Cody calls me on this all the time, but I am seriously intrigued by the on-goings of others lives. It is sort of pathetic. I think that is why I love being a journalist, I get to know about almost everything first.

The Offended v. The Offender

On Saturday Cody and I headed to the church to accompany the CTR 6 class during their primary program practice (that is our new calling as of a month ago). While we were waiting for the music to start and people to get situated, I heard the music leader mention the name of my mother's company. My ears immediately perked up. He then began to mimic a conversation that he had with the horrible woman that owned the company (my wonderful mother). He even did her voice as an evil witch, then went on to say how she got what she deserved anyway because she lost her business (which is not true at all) and everything went into foreclosure...smirking the whole time. Not cool.

And you must keep in mind that while he was saying this 5-10 minute shpeal I was sitting less than 10 feet away.

I looked over at Cody, he could sense my annoyance. I debated whether or not to say something right then. You know, call him on it. Put him in his place for being such a jerk and for talking so badly about someone, LET ALONE MY OWN MOTHER, in the chapel. But, Cody advised me not too, and he was right. Sometimes (most of the time) it is better to just keep your mouth shut, at least until you are calm. I have seen a lot of people ruin relationships that way. Plus, our 6 year old class was close by and what kind of example would I have been? And, why stoop to his level? He just looked idiotic/pathetic talking that way about another human being.

A few minutes later I noticed Cody across the room talking to him. My nice and supportive husband had my feelings and those of my mom in mind as he told the man that his words were not only untrue but personally offensive considering that she was his mother-in-law. He did it in a very rational and respectful, but honest way. I was proud of him and glad.

After that I became the center of this man's world. haha. Okay, not really. But he did all of a sudden become extremely nice (he even moved the song charts right in front of me so I could have the best view, and constantly asked me if things were okay or if I needed anything). He was so nice, as a matter of fact, that I am now afraid to make eye contact with him, because I know if I do he'll feel the need to talk and/or help me. At least he feels repentant.

It did hurt my feelings to hear someone say such things about someone I love. I wonder how God feels when we do the same? I guess that is a silly question. Of course he wouldn't like it. But it really opened my eyes to watching my words and actions. You never know who you are hurting. I am sure I do things like this all the time, so I can't hold it against him. I even let him be over the top nice, because I know that is his way of making it right. So I grant him the opportunity.

We Are The Champions

Well, this whole week we have been playing in a Provo city league softball tournament. Now, as some of you may know, in the regular season we were 2 for 7. haha.

BUT, I must say we redeemed ourselves last night when we won THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME!

Here is a picture of the team for your viewing pleasure. Note the scoreboard (15-4)...and yes, I am flexing.

Conference Weekend

I had a great weekend (minus the car key incident I noted earlier). I spent most of my time sleeping, eating delicious food, watching movies and hanging out with family. I don't think I have gotten THAT much sleep on a weekend since I was in high school. One day I think I took 3 naps...that can't be too healthy, but I felt great.

The highlight (besides all of my cute nieces), however, was conference. I must admit, I am a conference nerd. I love it. While everyone was talking, playing picture games on paper or eating, I was taking notes. Okay, Okay, I did also fall asleep for two of the talks, but who doesn't on occasion?

I had a few one-liners that I really liked:

"Come what may, and love it."

AND

"Faith is a decision."

I also cried like a little baby, no offense to you babies out there, when the story about the deaf girl and the boy in the wheelchair was told. I am a tough girl, and I don't cry easily, until it comes to things related to Christ. That is when my defenses break down and the tears flow freely. Whenever this happens Cody just stares in awe. haha. I just can't help myself, it is just too close to my heart.

I also was intrigued by Elder Perry's talk, the ides of food storage and being prepared. It is something that has been weighing on not only my mind, but Cody's too. I heard that we should have a 90 day food supply by February. So I decided that all I want for Christmas is food storage (and maybe a new outfit). How dorky am I. Very.

Well, that is all for now. I would go on and into more detail, but I have to go to class.

Car Keys

On Friday I was so excited to be done with school and work and head off to Idaho for the weekend. As I packed up my desk, turned off my computer, grabbed my purse then headed for the car I noticed that my keys were missing...how annoying. I have a knack for losing EVERYTHING.

After desperately calling/checking everywhere I could think of the find my keys, I decided to head back to campus and retrace my steps believing that I may have left them in one of my classes. 45 minutes later I was still empty handed. I almost broke down. The worst part is, I had left my cell phone in my neighbors car the night before, so I didn't have an immediate way to call anyone for help. Why do I lose everything? I promise I am not a stupid person, just absentminded.

I finally used a free phone on campus and explained to Cody that I would need him to drive the 30 minutes or more from our home to the school (during rush hour) because I had lost my keys...again. He was not thrilled, and I felt like an idiot.

I then set out on my trek back to work, stopping at various places in hope of finding someone who had my keys, or knew where they were. No luck. When I got back to my office, to my surprise, they were sitting on top of my keyboard on my desk. I almost cried.

I hurried to call Cody and stop him from coming the whole distance, then headed home. Since everyone in the office had gone home, I'm not sure how my keys got there. I don't think I am THAT unobservant, but I still haven't found the person who did it...and I don't really care. I am just glad they did.

Backyard Part 2

Yesterday as Cody and I were complying with the Police and picking up any visible fence pieces not currently in use, said ward member drove past and had the nerve to stop and say, "Hey Cody, the fence looks great."

I wanted to punch him.

I decided that Holly was right. The best thing to do is just laugh it off. We also contemplated putting a sign up next to the fence that says "Bite Me."

The Backyard Nazzi

My vent for the day...

Today I got an email from my sister, the owner of the house we live in, that the police had called her because someone in our neighborhood had repeatedly called and complained about how trashy our backyard is. She wanted to know what was up, which is pretty understandable.

Now, if any of you know Cody, you know that he is the extreme opposite of trashy. That kid is a neat freak (I emphasize freak...haha). Our yard is not trashy, not even a little teeny weeny tiny bit. All that we have in it is our dog. And I'm sorry, if you don't like her you can lick my butt. Although that would punish me as well, and I don't deserve it.

Upon hearing about this issue I called Cody and apparently the police had called him as well.

Guess what the "trash" turned out to be? Our new fence. Cody was in the process of finishing one side of the fence that surrounds our backyard and someone actually complained about the posts laying out WHILE HE WAS IN THE PROCESS OF BUILDING IT. Are you serious? What was he supposed to do with them? Store them inside while he is IN THE PROCESS OF BUILDING IT?

I swear if I knew for sure who it was (which I actually think I do, and they just happen to be in our ward), I would give them a freaking piece of my mind. I understand if I perhaps had real trash, like out of control junk littering the sidewalks and streets, but come on people. How big of a dumb-a can you be?

Humph...I am very annoyed.

Softball Tournament

Yesterday was our first softball game in the actual tournament. We won 20 to 8. I was sure proud of our little team. I guess it doesn't matter how many games you lost in the season, as long as you win them in the tournament, right?

Stuff

I feel like writing a post, but I have nothing really to say. So, what do I do? Write anyway. I mean, it is my nature. I write all day long.

Moving along...

There is a girl in one of my Tuesday/Thursday classes that is due December 25 (she is having a boy I believe). I learned this the first week of school. And, having a good friend due that same day who happens to live on the other side of the world, I find comfort in watching this stranger's belly grow. It's like I am there for my friend vicariously through some random, and possibly weird, girl. I wonder if she thinks I'm the weird one because I always sit by her and talk to her? I wonder if it is weird regardless of what she thinks?

I often find myself debating this question of normality v. weirdness. Cody tells me that in the car he likes to make really strange noises to entertain himself. I dance, sing and talk in Spanish, answering all my own questions...that I knew the answer to before I asked.

Huh.

What does it all even mean? Am I making any sense?

The Office

As cliche as it is, I LOVE The Office. I just can't help myself. Its awesomeness penetrates my core. We own all the seasons, and I anxiously await the premiere tonight.

Friends

I stole this, ruthlessly, from a blog that had borrowed it from another blog...mainly because it is interesting to read. Go ahead, see for yourself.

1. Avoid people who “size you up.” Likewise, don’t size up others (i.e. “Do you rent or own?” is a useless question, unless of course you’re a loan officer). Sincere friendship is built on fellowship, not comparison.

2. Surround yourself with people who are kind to strangers, especially waiters and cab drivers.

3. If a “friend” pauses, becomes physically jealous, or feigns excitement when you share some genuinely exciting news, kindly show them the door and wish them well. A true friend will always be excited with your achievements.

4. Avoid people who brag about how busy or tired they are — it’s a cheap way of saying they’re more important than you, and you don’t want to be around people like that for extended periods of time.

5. Avoid “one-uppers,” or at least let them know that you’ll only continue the relationship so long as they stop one-upping.

6. Surround yourself with good company that will fight over the restaurant tab with you. Avoid those who pretend like mom and dad are around to pay for everything.

7. Avoid people who feel entitled to something from you or who constantly seek favors without return. This is good indication that said person is selfish, not to mention rife with ulterior motives.

8. Avoid people who brag about materialism or how often they travel. Not only are they likely to be up to their eyeballs in debt, hating their chosen profession, or miserably alone, they’re bad friends.

9. If you have “friends” that make you feel uncomfortable in any way, drop ‘em like a bag a dirt. Set the expectation early with douche bags that you’re no longer interested in pursuing the relationship. You can tactfully accomplish this by not reaching out and/or declining further requests to hang out. They’ll get the message.

Interests may come and go, but authentic friends are constant. Have the courage to find and maintain the keepers in life while exiling the duds. You’ll be much happier for it.

I have come to the conclusion that everyone is pregnant (well, not me). Cody tells me that while living in a dominantly Mormon community this will always be the case. I guess so.

Temples and Seizures

Lat night Cody and I went to the Mt. Timpanogus Temple. As we were sitting inside one of the sessions, the man in the seat next to Cody starting flailing his arms and making weird noises. In all seriousness, the noises originally made him sound like he was handicap and having some sort of outburst. At least that is what Cody thought as he held the guys arms so they would stop hitting him.

Then, when the guy continued to be out of control, Cody realized that something more than a disability was wrong. The man was having a seizure. It was really intense and lasted for at least 3 minutes.

Cody and another man continued to hold the guys arms down while he was seizing so he wouldn't hurt himself, which he did anyway because he bit his tongue. I only know that happened because you could see blood stains all over his clothes. One long stream ran down the middle of his tie.

Luckily, someone sitting in front of them was an ex-paramedic, so he immediately went to the rescue. Once the guy stopped convulsing, he kind of just stared off into space and wasn't really responsive. Some of the women were totally freaking out and making things much worse then they needed to be...of course. We were evacuated from the room, the paramedics arrived to take him to the hospital, we were allowed back into the room and then continued on as usual. Weird. And scary.

P.S. don't forget to answer my totally awesome new poll questions.

Look-A-Like

Today I was at lunch and someone told me that I looked like Cameron from House (it's a TV show...there is a picture of her below). I was also told that I look like Jodi Foster(seriously?).

I guess this is just one of those stupid questions that you always want to know the answer to. So tell me, who do YOU think I look like? If you can't think of anyone for me, try it out with Cody instead...I dare you...

Latest Pole Results

Apparently 61% want to be able to fly. To be honest, that is what I would have picked.
AND, 31% like Sarah Palin...good for her. However, 26% said "Who?". Interesting. Maybe these 26% just don't have access to any sort of news organization...but then, how did they vote on my pole?

My Poor Nose

I have had a headache for about 3 weeks non-stop. No medicine has helped. So, I called to my good friend Jenn to see what the cause might be (her dad is a doctor which means she should, by nature, know the answer to ALL of my medically related questions). She told me that I probably had an infection, which I then supposed was a sinus infection.

Considering that we do not have insurance and that I don't want to pay out of pocket to see a stupid doctor (I do believe that a large majority of doctors are stupid), I am turning to the people who read this blog for advice. I know someone out there somewhere has a home remedy for this...and I REALLY NEED IT!

Dig deep, ask your grandmas and find me some help.

Love, Hanna

Cody and I have been stereotyped...

Everyone in our ward, well a vast majority of them, refer to Cody and me as, "The couple in the big house with no kids." We have been called this several times.

For all they know, we have been trying for years and because of some reason or another we can't have kids. OR, we won the lottery and that's how we live in such a nice house (which, just to add, is on the smaller side for the subdivision we live in...not that we don't LOVE it, because we do).

Anyway, I thought it was interesting.

Wheelchair Man

There is this guy at my work that is in a wheelchair. I'm not sure why, but I am just dying to ask him about it. Is that a big NO? Is it politically and/or morally incorrect for me to question him on life in a wheelchair? I mean it with all respect. I am just very curios as to how and why it happened, and what its like for him. Is that acceptable? I just don't know whats okay, whats not okay...you get what I'm saying?

Anyway, what do you think?

Winning Streak

Yesterday we won our softball game 15-8...that's TWO IN A ROW! We are officially on a winning streak. Too bad the season is over and now its time for the tournament.

The good part was that this team was undefeated (we were 1 for 6)...The bad part was that before the game even started, I was innocently standing just out side our dug out when some giant mammoth of a guy threw a ball as hard as he could to a girl standing at first base. Of course the lame girl missed it and it hit the back of my thigh. I now have a 7 x 7 inch bruise that hurts very badly. Then, in the last inning I partially stopped a super fast grounder with my right hand...which was pretty stupid of me, because now my hand is all bruised and beat up as well.

...at least we won, right?

5th Grade and Miguel Munoz

This story has no real point, its more a memory that collided with the present.

During my growing up years (since now I am passed that and very big and mature) my dad used to tell me that one day I would be Miss America. He even bought me several musicals and song lyrics so that I could practice. Haha. You know what though, I believed him. He, and my mother, always seemed to praise me. I am sure they did it to all of my siblings, and because of this I have decent self esteem. Now, I realize that I am not the most awesome, smart, or good looking person in the world, but I also can see good in me.

A little while back I ran into a boy by the name of Miguel Munoz. He was in my 5^th grade class at Shelley Elementary in American Fork. Now, I lived in California up until this time so coming to Utah was a total shock…especially because of my name. Starting the first day of school, when the teacher called my name on the roll (and I corrected her on how to pronounce it because no one ever got it right), I was made fun of. I mean honestly, as a little kid, how can you not make fun of someone whose last name is the same as a popular sandwich shop? Unfortunately I had never heard of said sandwich shop, so it was all confusing to me.

After that day Miguel would tease me relentlessly. The teacher even moved his seat to the exact opposite side of the room as mine in an effort to get him to leave me alone. I was the front row left corner; he was the back row right corner. It didn’t work. All I heard at every recess, in every line to use the water fountain, and at every lunch was the chant “Hanna Banana, Hogi Yogi.” “Does your family own Hogi Yogi?” etc.

It never really messed with my self esteem, however. I was still happy and confident (I never realized how dorky I actually was, how could the future miss America be dorky?), just annoyed. I even remember one day Miguel made my best friend (the second nerdiest girl in the school) cry. I was baffled as to why on earth she was crying because this kid was saying stupid stuff that really didn’t mean anything.

Then, after months of harassment, I decided I had enough. So, as we stood in line I waited for him to say something, with my fists clenched. Then, just as he chimed in with his usual banter I back handed him as hard as I could, splitting his glasses in two. He cried and then had to wear those glasses the rest of the year with yellow tape holding them together. I felt bad, but at the same time I was pretty pleased with myself.

Now, when I ran into him all of this came back. He was much nicer this time, but it is still funny to think of the cards that life has dealt us and how we handle them.

Lesson learned, you become the person you think and feel you are. If that makes any sense. Also, Parents talk positively to your kids because it helps them cope with life.

Just Pretend They Aren't There

Today, while at the UVU bookstore with Cody, I ran into an old buddy from Lehi High. I noticed him a few rows away. And as we made eye contact, he quickly turned his head. In high school we had a good relationship, we hung out often, I dated one of his best friends, so his head jolt was not because of bad blood...and it confused me. Then as he walked closer I said, "JACK!" (which is not really his name) very enthusiastically. It was the kind of name call that meant, "Oh my gosh I haven't seen you forever! It's really good to see you." He then responded joyfully. We chatted. We were happy. It was fun. Life continued on.

My question is...Why do people do that? Why do we purposely ignore, or act as if we don't see or recognize people we know when we really do. That has always bugged me, and yet I too have done it. Since realizing the error of my ways a few months back, however, I decided to put a stop to the stupidity...hence my example today. I live in Utah County, so things like this happen often.

Also, (and this is on a slightly different subject) I think it is completely odd that you can be internet buddies with people (blogs, facebook, whatever), but then when you see them in real life its suddenly awkward. I guess I have come into contact with several people that I didn't have very personal relationships with in the first place, but still...its not like you or I don't already know whats going on with that person's life, because we read their stuff all the time. So why not be friendly?

Who knows, maybe its just me. Maybe the people that I talk to online really don't like/care about me at all, they just have some weird fascination with my life.

Money

Within the last 7 days:

*We spent almost $1,000 on text books
*We found out that our seatbelt ticket from California was going to cost us $400 (luckily we will be getting some help with that one)
*Cody's truck broke down and cost over $500 to fix
*My car is making funny noises...especially the breaks
*Cody's grant money was received, yet mine misteriously was not approved (luckily it will be)
*At my new job I work half my pervious hours while making significantly less money per hour (and because of the pay schedule I haven't been paid in over a month)
*Our sprinklers broke and now we have to pay to replace them

Shall I go on? Because I can. haha. Sometimes money just sucks. I think we should go back to the barter system. I would be really good at growing produce.

Sleep Stretching

This morning, right as I was waking up, Cody asked me, "You didn't sleep well last night, did you? What were you doing?"

I, puzzled as can be, had no idea what he was talking about. Granted I was very tired (I am NOT a morning person), but as far as I knew I slept soundly through the entire night.

I then voiced my thoughts, "What are you talking about?"

"Well, you got up like 3 or 4 times and started doing stretches in the middle of the floor. Then you would get back in bed without saying a word."

haha.

"You also slept most of the night sitting up."

haha...again.

I guess my subconscious is trying to tell me that I need to get some exercise...or that it is really uncomfortable and cramped with my normal sleeping habits.

Black

Did I mention that I dyed my hair black? Well, Cody dyed my hair black. It wasn't intentional, but I'm starting to like it. Although when you first see it, it's a little shocking.

We Won

We finally won a softball game! I was so proud. And, besides not catching/stopping two balls, I did pretty decent. The score was 18-8.

GO! 'Scared Hitless'...

Stupid Teacher

Let me tell you about a recent school experience I had.

So, the first week of classes I went with my family to Lake Powell. I figure that nothing really happens the first week anyway, so it wouldn't be a big deal. It wasn't. But, to be a good student, I emailed all of my teachers to let them know.

One of my teachers emailed me back saying that the first day of class had been changed from Wednesday to Thursday, and from 2 pm to 1 pm. Considering that my email to him said that I would be gone, I didn't really find it relevant.

Then, when Monday came around I headed to class on the scheduled (according to the official UVU website) day and time just to find that no one was there. I was confused so I emailed him again. I got no response until Tuesday around 3 pm telling me that he had decided to perminently change the class to TTh at 1. Too bad I got the email at 3...2 hours too late.

Now, after missing 2 classes, I was determined to make it ready and on time today so I went to where he had told me to go in his email...and I even showed up 8 minutes early. Then I waited, and waited, and waited. By 1:15 I decided to start looking around the building to see if maybe I had just missed soomething. I couldn't find the class anywhere. So I left, and then emailed him again.

This was his response:

"Okay, Thursday, today is good. How about at 3 pm? My phone number is 801-560-****."

What the crap does that even mean? Thursday is good? Didn't YOU tell ME that class was on Thursday at 1 already, then you weren't there. And why would I be calling him? I was SO confused.

So I responded:

"I went to the library at 1...well, 12:50...waited until 1:20 and then left just to find out that you want the class to meet at 3? Now I am at work and cannot be there. I would really appreciate a little bit more stability in your class, I cannot keep missing out on work and changing my schedule every other day. Plus I would like to actually attend the class that I am paying for. Is there anything else I can do?"

He then replied:

"I suggest you call me."

What an idiot.

I have now successfully missed all 3 potential classes. If I didn't need this to graduate, I would just drop it and get rid of the loser.

Lake Powell

These are a few videos of Cody trying out cool tricks. Unfortunately I was never filming when he actually landed them...


I am not as good as he is...

This is us at a gas station trying to find some cool shades. Cody thought the ones that I had looked like bug eyes.

We Are Back

We are back from 7 days at Lake Powell, but currently hanging out in Idaho. We sure like it here. Being with family is always a treat...well, maybe not ALWAYS. haha.

I will post pictures later...for anyone who might care. Cody has some sweet ones from wakeboarding.

P.S. It looks like most people want their kids to have a positive outlook...and for themselves, the same thing won, BUT good looks was second place. Very interesting.

The Toilet Stall

Yesterday, while at UVU, I really had to go to the bathroom. As I was doing my thing someone entered the stall next to me. This lady/girl/whoever obviously had some intestinal/gas/diarrhea issues. As she relieved herself, I got a sudden wave of the giggles. This immature reaction of mine puzzled me (to an extent).

I mean, everyone goes to the bathroom...don't they? We all have similar issues at some point in our lives. We see baby poop/dog poop/old people poop all the time (well, maybe not ALL the time) and don't always end up in hysterics. So why then, is such a common thing, while in public, so dang funny? and embarrassing? and awkward? if we all do it all the time?

And, why do I feel so uncomfortable when I am in the persons same situation? My guess is because I know someone is probably giggling in the stall next to me.

One of Those Days

Do you ever have those days where everything seems to be going wrong? Where all you want to do is curl into a little ball and hide from the world? That was the kind of day I had today. I could list all of the reasons why, but I don't really feel like reliving it. All I know it that it really sucked.

On a positive note, however, one of my favorite mission companions is in town and staying at my very house. She is from Ireland, but currently living in northern England. I love her and I am so glad that she is here with her husband. I know it probably weirds them out, but I can't get enough of their accents. They are just amazing. Plus they say funny things all the time that I don't quite understand, and I like it.

Maybe later I will post a picture of these kind souls. Until then I will resume my curled in a ball hiding spot and wollow in self pity. If anyone feels like bringing me ice cream, I am totally okay with it.

P.S. I am still having a hard time figuring out why some people think the pros of having a dog outweigh the cons...you just aren't rewarded enough for all of the time and work you have to put in. Maybe I am just heartless...or maybe its the bad day talking.

I Started My New Job

Today was my first day at my new job. It was short and sweet (only 4 hours instead of my usual 8), but I really liked it. I had a few assignments waiting for me, so it was nice to be able to jump right in and get going. I'll keep you, those of you who might actually care, updated on how things go.

Yay Utah Valley...

Softball

Tonight we lost 16-9...at least we are improving. 4 of our players had never even played softball before. So I figure we're not doing too bad. Maybe one of these days we'll win.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Caleb's Birthday

Happy happy birthday Caleb dear. Happy days will come to you all year. If I had one wish then it would be a happy happy birthday to you from me.


Here is your name poem.


Caleb
Acts
Like (He's)
Elvis'
Buddy





This picture is funny.

Poll Results

Here are the poll results:

I consider myself to be:

Democrat	4 (14%)
Republican	12 (44%)
Libertarian	1 (3%)
Other	2 (7%)
Somewhere in the middle	8 (29%)
None of the above	0 (0%)

Votes so far: 27

I consider myself to be a member of this party because:

My parents and/or family is	6 (25%)
I grew up that way	1 (4%)
I studied and believe in their/the policies	10 (41%)
I don't know	5 (20%)
I don't care	2 (8%)

Votes so far: 24

I thought it was interesting that 3 people didn't even say WHY they were from the party they selected. My guess is they didn't have the guts to admit that they really have no clue...wimps. haha. Thanks for participating. I enjoyed it.

This poll sprung from a lunch I had with a few family members a while back. I hope they aren't embarrassed or upset that I use them as an example (I mean no harm or disrespect...it was more an enlightenment for my personal endeavors). We (my mom, an aunt, a cousin, and a grandma) were discussing the up coming elections (this was when Mitt Romney was still in the picture) and they were all talking about how Mitt will win and how the Democrats are all evil.

They also discussed supposed schemes and evil doings of some politicians and how if Mitt happened to lose (which would be a disaster), it would be because they knew he was too good for the job...its too long and hard of a plot to explain now. I just sat back and listened. Then, just to see the reaction I mentioned how I liked a few of Obama's ideas, in particular a plan he had proposed for college students. I mentioned it mainly to my mother. She, being a former Republican mayor, quickly responded why I was wrong.

They began to discuss this, and Republican pride returned. This was all fine and well. I don't mind that people have an opinion. What I thought was the most interesting and disappointing was my cousin. She joined in the trash talk. It wouldn't have been bad had she known what she was talking about. But I noticed that all of her "points" as to why her candidate should win were either false or came from someone else at the table. You, or at least I could tell quick that she really didn't know what she was talking about. Yet, she is a devout Republican.

Since then my mind has raced. I wonder HOW MANY people out there act the same way. Instead of finding truth for themselves, they just go along with the familiar; having no mind of their own. I dated a kid once that told me that it was a good thing I was Republican, because he couldn't marry someone that was anti-American. What does that even mean? That kid knew less about politics than anyone I have ever met.

I could go on, but you get my point. I just wish people would not be so ignorant. I don't care what you chose to follow, but the LEAST you could do is know a concrete reason WHY.

I am way too intense about all of this, aren't I?

Now, check out the new poll. haha.

Looking for a Vet

Alright all you dog lovers out there, I need your help.

Cody and I are looking for a vet for Zoee. Cody doesn't want just a regular wannabe IHC for animals type place, but a real vet that we can grow to know and love. Someone that will actually care about our cute little mutt.

Any ideas or suggestions?

My Racing Mind

One of my favorite things to do is think. I love to go on walks, or jog, or just sit so that I have time to sort out life in my head. I also like to bring in the big man upstairs when I ponder, just to know what he thinks too. I have all of these worries and questions that I want answered. Maybe I am just weird, but a lot of them have to do with our country and the economy. I am sure that if you have read any of my other posts regarding these issues, you'll understand.

I heard this morning on the radio (Go NPR! haha) that even more economists are losing hope in the future of our country. That doesn't sit well with me. I wonder how a person can do that. How is it that we allow ourselves to get into these slumps? It seems like there should be, there has to be a way to pull ourselves out, not just scrunch our eyebrows and say everything that going wrong. I just don't know what it is, at least not for the country as a whole. That is another thing I think about. What can I do to change life? Or to influence change? Can I really do anything at all? If I can't, who can?

I believe that too many people sit back, live their lives, and don't ask needed questions. We just accept what goes on around us, like we are incompetent. Just look at my poll, only 39% say that they are actually informed on the party they claim to be a part of. The people we support and vote for influence our lives 100%, but we don't care enough to learn about them? Does that not bother you at all? Maybe I am just fanatical, but would you ever marry someone you know nothing about; buy a car or a house you have never seen? I wouldn't, but I might be too cautious.

Really though, how often do we step back and evaluate what we are doing and how it is influencing the people, places, and things around us? Our actions (or lack thereof) make a difference, bad or good.

I think I just have a different outlook than most. Or, maybe I don't. But, I say this because I don't give up. I don't sit back and let things that matter (or should matter) go unnoticed. I don't take losing or accept defeat like most people. I just know that something good will happen if I put forth the effort. I don't give in to despair or allow things to influence me like they seem to do to other people. I refuse. I really believe that a difference can be made...now I just have to figure out how to get the ball rolling. Any suggestions?

I am sure this post is very boring for most of you...if you got this far. It wasn't really meant to entertain, more it was written to get some things out of my head.

P.S. The other day I took Zoee on a walk and got attacked by another dog...just one more reason I don't like animals. They keep proving me right over and over. haha.

Coed Softball

We lost our softball game yesterday 14-2. I am hoping next Thursday we do better.

A Stranger's Life

Have you ever noticed that on occasion complete strangers feel the need to share their deepest and sometimes darkest secrets with you? Why is that?

One morning, when I was about 16, my mom decided to take me to McDonald's for breakfast before she dropped me off at school (I would have driven myself had I not totaled my car a few months earlier, almost killing myself).

While I was eating she got an urgent business call and went out to the car to talk. During this time I noticed a woman staring at me from the next booth over; with her were 2 little boys. After a few minutes of staring, this is what she said to me:

"You look just like my sister."

I just kind of sat there and smiled. I think I may have said thanks. I was 16, I really didn't know how to respond.

"I left my husband this morning."

She started to cry.

"I found out he was having an affair."

She cried more, but said nothing else.

I, still not knowing what to do/say, got out of my seat, sat next to her, and put my arms around her. It seems silly that I would do that to a stranger (I wasn't a big hugger in the first place), but in the moment it felt very appropriate.

She just cried for a few minutes as I held her. It was slightly awkward, but I would have done whatever I could in that moment to help.

When my mom came back in she gave me the strangest look, but after told me that "sometimes people just need to talk. It doesn't matter to who."

I never saw that woman again. I don't even know her name. It was just a random event.

I had a similar experience, minus the crying and with different personal issues, yesterday. She is my new neighbor. I like her, but experiences like that still confuse me.

Tandem Bike

Yesterday Cody and I went to visit my sister Holly and her family. They live a few minutes down the road from our new house. Right as we arrived they were headed on a family bike ride, we decided to join in and got the chance to ride the tandem. It was awesome, besides when I almost fell off the back as we were headed down a big hill.

My Weak Arms

A couple months ago Cody and I went to Idaho to spend the weekend with his family. While we were there I noticed a pull up bar in the hallway by the kitchen. After seeing it I got the urge to try it, however, I have very weak arms and was embarrassed.

After a little while of me eying it, everyone began making attempts...right down to my mother-in-law. She did 3 full pull ups. When I saw this I figured that if she could do it, I could do it. Right?? Well, I walked up to the bar, got in perfect position, let my weight hang on my arms, and then pulled with all my might. I moved about 6 inches, hung there for a few seconds, and then gave up. How humiliating. I couldn't even do ONE, I couldn't even do half of one.

Ever since that day Cody has been giving me crap about my weak...no wait, my VERY weak arms. Getting tired of this, I decided that I would start doing a few push ups in the mornings after I go on my jog (sometimes walk). The first time I tried was Monday. I did a whopping 3 girl push ups. HA HA HA HA HA. Let me say that again...I did 3 GIRL PUSH UPS. To make it worse, the next day my shoulders were actually sore. How ridiculous is that? Last night I improved to about 15, but still...GIRL PUSH UPS!

If anyone has any good at home arm strengthening tips, let me know, because I am just pathetic.

Family Reunion

Cody and me at the Mink Family Reunion. My sister had to take this twice because I always look really horrible in pictures. I am not what you would call photogenic. But nonetheless, I like it.

My Flossing Question

A few weeks ago I had a conversation with a friend of mine about flossing. We were discussing the best time to floss. You see, I brush my teeth, floss, and then rinse with mouth wash. She, on the other hand, flosses and then brushes. We wondered about which way was correct. Which should you do first? We came to no real conclusion.

Shortly after this talk I went to the dentist. While sitting in the chair, dreading my time, I decided to pose this question to the dental assistant. She seemed nice enough. When I asked her she said (with a look of disgust on her face):

"You shouldn't just be flossing when you brush your teeth. You should be flossing every few hours during the day. So there really isn't an answer that I can give you, besides floss more."

Ha ha ha.

She then went on to tell me all about flossing. I thought it was slightly insulting, but funny at the same time. I did, however, have some cavities so I guess she is probably right. Then again, that was my first trip to the dentist in over 3 year. Sick, I know, but I really don't like it there.

Zoee

That is what we named our puppy. She is such a GOOD dog. I am proud of her. She is calm and loving. She is a little sensative when you get mad at her, but she is potty training nicely and getting into a good groove. She is our replacement child until we graduate from college.

The double e was Cody's idea. I guess it makes her that much more unique. haha.

Dog

Here is our new puppy. She immediately loved Cody and follows him all around the house. I think she can sense my hesitation.













BUT, one of these days I will win her over.













Does anyone have and good ideas for a name? (We were thinking Mickinley, Pearl, and Zoe)

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Mwha-ha-ha...I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS!

What Makes a Person Good?

This morning, while blow drying my hair, I was pondering on the question: What makes a person good?

This thought came to me because of several life examples through family, friends, and acquaintances. Let me give you two of them to better illustrate my inquiry. (Keep in mind, I mean no harm. I still love BOTH people mentioned, no matter what.)

1. I have a friend that attends the temple every week with her husband. She attends church regularly, reads her scriptures, I assume she prays. She has and executes her calling exactly, doing the best that she can. She and her husband constantly volunteer to do service and work for other people. She is very wealthy and often helps family members and friends in need. She sounds pretty good, right?

Well, she is also a gossiper...and not just a little bit. She talks poorly about other people all the time. BUT, she does it in a nice tone, because we all know that if you say something rude, but with a sweet voice, it doesn't count as being mean. She is also unbelievably fake and judgmental. Sometimes I can't even stand to talk to her or her husband when they approach me, or the opportunity is presented, because I can just feel that they do it out of pretense and don't really care. Even Cody, without me mentioning anything to him about it, noticed after 30 seconds of meeting them.

2. I have another friend that is not active at all in anything religious; she was raised LDS. She doesn't really like god because of certain life experiences. She is 'promiscuous' and got pregnant right out of high school. She drinks like a fish...haha. She does not read scriptures or even care. Why would she? She uses vulgar language. She is very brash and politically incorrect. She has a tattoo. She has done drugs. She has no real problem with occasionally watching inappropriate movies or looking at inappropriate magazines (you know, with people wearing no clothes).

She is also one of the most caring people I know. She would do anything for me, willingly and without a second thought. She rarely speaks negatively about friends or family. She is sensitive to people and their life situations. She never judges. She always remembers my birthday, haha. She is incredibly forgiving. She makes you feel good about yourself when you are around her. I love her very much.

So now the question begins...What makes a person good? Is religious activity and service a measure? What if you only do it so that other people see or out of obligation? If you do things out of obligation, are you still considered good? OR does it count more if you act from the heart and not obligation? If you break commandments of god, does that make you a bad person? Out of those two examples, who is the better person? Why?

I am sure these questions have no concrete answer or the answer will change depending on the person, BUT I am still curious what you guys think.

So tell me...What makes a person good?

Exxon Mobil

This is what I heard while listening to NPR on my way to work this morning...


Exxon Mobil just received their quarterly earning report. They made a RECORD SETTING amount of 11.7 billion dollars in the last 3 months, and they were DISAPPOINTED. They had expected to make A LOT more.

This record amount came despite the fact that they paid millions of dollars to a law suit for the 1989 Exxon Valdez oil spill, and after a productivity loss in other countries (such as Venezuela).

I know I may sound repetitive, but seriously DOES THIS BOTHER ANYONE BUT ME?

Demolition Derby

These are pictures from the Demolition Derby in Kamas. We went with an old roommate of mine, Melissa, and her husband, Matt.











It was awesome.











Although it did rain a little bit.











The destruction and demolition was very entertaining.

Packing

These pictures were taken our last night at Motel 6 (a.k.a. our apartment).

Cody was so excited to move he started dancing and playing the air guitar. Cute kid.

The Dog

This Thursday we will be picking up our first family dog. It is a mix of a lab and a retriever (I could be wrong on that, Cody is always correcting it...haha). It is all black and a girl. For all of you out there reading this that know me at all you might be thinking, "Hell must have frozen over." I do not love animals, not even a little. I know, I know, what a horrible person I am.

To be honest, I think that they stink. They leave their stench everywhere they go. They carry diseases and sick insects. They are a lot of maintenance, time, and money. They are loud. They get in the way. They are always chewing on something that they shouldn't. They can be mean and dangerous. And, they live relatively short lives, destroying the heart of any owner that comes to love them. So explain to me all of you animal lovers out there, what is so great about them?

I have come to the conclusion, however, that my husband doesn't feel complete without a dog. So, because I love him very much I am accepting it. This is something I swore I would never do. I just hope that one day it or they start to grow on me. Who knows, I might even be the one wanting the next furry little creature...just as long as it never comes into my house.