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.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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.
Friday, September 19, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
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.
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...
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?
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?
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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
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
Monday, September 15, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, September 12, 2008
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?
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?
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?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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 5th 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.
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 5th 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.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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.
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.
*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.
Monday, September 8, 2008
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.
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.
Friday, September 5, 2008
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.
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