Joie de Vivre

I'm moving

2010-03-04T14:59:00.002-07:00

We have a new Mecham family blog.
You can stay updated at:

www.dhmecham.blogspot.com

Future Mrs. Dalaney Mecham

2009-11-28T23:53:00.003-07:00

Hi, my name is Hannah, and I'm ENGAGED.
I have a FIANCE.
And a WEDDING DATE.
Weird, huh?

2009-09-08T19:04:00.001-06:00

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Health Care

2009-08-28T17:00:00.003-06:00

''There's something about August going into September where everybody in Washington gets all wee-weed up,'' Obama told an audience at the Democratic National Committee headquarters. ''I don't know what it is. But that's what happens.'' -- NY Times, August 21, 2009

I'm selling these shirts. Represent.
$8 plus shipping.
Email me at hannahshirley88@gmail.com if you're interested.

Road trip summer.

2009-08-04T19:39:00.005-06:00

Here are some pictures from our Vegas trip. We had so much fun!

This week we are headed to Cali!

2009-07-27T11:29:00.002-06:00

This weekend was Dalaney's family reunion.

We camped in the mountains, ate delicious dutch oven masterpieces, and scanned the lake shores for gold using the metal detector.

2009-07-24T00:31:00.004-06:00

A few weeks ago, I excitedly bought a new pair of sunglasses from Forever 21.

I couldn't wait for Dalaney to meet them. When he first saw me, he even acknowledged them. But not because he realized they were new and thrilling.

Dalaney: "Hey, you finally got your sunglasses out of my car."

Me: "Um, no, honey. I didn't leave these sunglasses in your car. I JUST bought them!!! Aren't they cute?"

For days he argued with me.
I quickly dismissed his claim and attributed it to typical male fashion ignorance. Because not every pair of brown sunglasses are the same...

When I next stepped into his car wearing the sunglasses, I gasped.
I had two pairs of the same exact sunglasses.
The thing is, I have no recollection of buying the first pair. How is that even possible?
At least now I know, I must genuinely love these sunglasses.

2009-07-21T23:49:00.004-06:00

My current addiction= pupusas.
Native to El Salvador, they are made with masa hyrnia (similar to corn flour) and contain savory fillings such as cheese, beans, and meat.
Dalaney and I love Provo's El MexSal, a hybrid of delicious Mexican and Salvadorian food.
We visit so often that we even have our own designated seat near the wall.
My mouth is drooling just thinking about them.

I'm dying to cook a batch at home.

Splendid Saturday

2009-07-21T00:43:00.005-06:00

Home from a quick Vegas getaway (coming soon),
Dalaney and I shared a whimsical Saturday afternoon together.

Although most individuals associate Saturdays with rainbows and fairies, this is not the case for us. This summer, we've subjected ourselves to an LSAT (Law School Admissions Test) prep course. Every Saturday at 8am.
After being mentally drained, I tend to leave the class kicking, screaming, and crying. Literally.

Despite our heinous morning, we managed to find the perfect adventures.
This included:

A stake activity at Trafalga Fun Center.
Think: unlimited batting cages, pizza, go-karts, arcade games, and Dippin' dots. My dream home features state of the art batting cages. They are too much fun!

My new favorite activity, an antique store in Spanish Fork.

Hawaiian-style snow cones. Yummm.

Test driving Segways. Which, by the way, are terrifying.

Har Krishna's Llama Fest. This probably requires some explaining, but to be honest, I don't really know where I'd begin.
I can't wait for this weekend!

She's baccccck.

2009-07-09T12:11:00.005-06:00

Oops! I apologize for dropping off the face of the planet.
Do I regret my pathetic behavior? Of course.
Do I promise to reform? Of course.
See yah around!

(Dalaney and I in Gulf Shores, AL. And no, we didn't plan on matching that day.)

Indian gurus.

2009-05-24T19:24:00.003-06:00

Dalaney and I have been consuming lots of Indian food around Provo. So far, we've eaten at Indian Palace and The Bombay House. With equivalent quality and a cheaper bill, the Indian Palace is our overall preferance. Our next stops are an Indian buffet at Tandori Grill and the weekly vegetarian meal served at the Hare Krishna temple.

But today for Sunday lunch, I made homemade Indian chicken curry. For a curry first-timer, I think that it tasted pretty great. I am excited about a second attempt with pineapple and potatoes.

Now that I'm on a cooking high, I have registered with allrecipes.com. The site is so innovative because you can create an online cookbook with tantilizing recipes posted by cooking peers. The best part is that you can scan the reviews from people who have actually made the recipe. From their experimenting, you can learn tricks to make the meal even better!

Rental Scooters

2009-05-22T14:12:00.004-06:00

I've had sooooo much fun driving my Honda Metro around town,
that I've decided to spread the love! Check out my new blog + business venture
here.

Rent your scooter today!!!! Call Hannah at (601) 297-5758
p.s. I had my first unknown customer today :)

2009-05-11T12:09:00.002-06:00

I have a king-size mattress strewn across my floor where I rest. So, it is the perfect location to host sleepovers! During our last week together, these girls and I danced and laughed the night away. We are each going our separate ways of full-time missions, marriage, and school. I cannot wait until we are reunited again. I miss ya'll already!

2009-05-10T00:49:00.001-06:00

During my senior Primary and Young Woman's days, I was a full-scale classroom terrorizer.
I've scared away my fair share of church teachers.

Once, my Miamaid teacher became so frustrated with my tendency to disrupt that she gave me the following week's lesson and demanded that I teach. After diligently preparing the lesson, I became so confused when my fellow peers continued to talk during the lesson. What was more interesting?

Nonetheless, I learned a vital lesson that day. KARMA. And...I imagine that this lesson will replay itself on a larger scale when I am someday a mom.

I fear the day that I'll be given a taste of my own medicine.
So, thank you to all those who've endured my adolesence antics.
Especially you dearest mommy.

Hey, remember those times that I brought home those precious kittens? Or flew to NYC? Or spilled that 2-gallon laundry detergent and accidentally left it? Oh, good times!
Happy Mother's Day!

Aloha Spirit

2009-05-09T13:01:00.011-06:00

Two summers ago, I lived in paradise aka Laie, Hawaii.
I legitimized living in Hawaii by enrolling as a visiting student at the BYU-Hawaii campus. I took intermediate swimming, lifeguarding, and statistics (ew. I wanted it out of the way).

I miss riding my purple cruiser bike three blocks to a.) banana pancakes at Hukilau b.) the beach c.) the gorgeous Polynesian styled temple

I was completely dependent on Oahu's bus system for transportation. I have fond memories of waiting at the bus stop. One of my favorite beaches was Waimea where we jumped off this iconic cliff and ate delicious acai bowls.

On the weekends, we would catch the bus to Honolulu and endure the 2-hour bumpy bus ride. It was all worth it though when we arrived at Wakiki, rented longboards, rode the Pacific waves, and ate dinner at The Cheesecake Factory.

One of my favorite Hawaiian memories is our weekend trip to Maui.
Almost every square inch of our friend's living room was covered with the eight girls.
We even rented a mini-van and drove all across the island.

While going to BYU-H, I joined the Diver's Club, and I completed my scuba diving certification. The certification lasts a lifetime! When I have my own family, they will each certify and we will travel across the world touring exotic barrier reefs.

When my time was dwindling in Hawaii, my family flew out including my grandparents and Becca. We had a blast together.

My main regret is that I did not take more pictures, but I cannot wait to go back to Hawaii someday.

As I sit in my summer classes, I daydream back to my time residing on a tropical island. My cousins, Lauren and Lindsey, are traveling to Hawaii next week for the first time, and I hope that they fall in love with Oahu the same way that I did. Have fun, ya'll!

Why I Heart BYU....

2009-04-13T20:08:00.004-06:00

No where else will gorgeous library strangers offer me life-sustaining cheese sticks and crackers. Oh, the bond of excruciating academic pursuits.

2009-04-10T00:48:00.002-06:00

I love those moments of clarity, bliss, and contentedness.

Favorites

2009-04-06T20:36:00.006-06:00

Favorite Accessory:

Favorite Fruit:

Favorite Book:

Favorite American City:

Favorite Snack:

Favorite Band:

Favorite Cereal:

Favorite Fear:
Favorite Tattoo:

Idiosyncrasies

2009-04-05T13:00:00.000-06:00

Although I am stubborn, Dalaney has convinced me that the the following items are vital for survival.

Since August 2006, I have relied on Word Perfect and Notepad. When you are unable to double-space and customize margins for your academic papers, it can get tedious. Finally, my computer has met Microsoft Word. Yay!

For two months, I went without a shower curtain in my bathroom. Since I'm a bathing whore, I didn't think I needed a shower curtain. Turns out, showers can be enticing and time effective.

Before this semester, I was opposed to obtaining a campus parking decal. Despite the fact that they are free. I was attached to "visitors" parking. Now that I drive to school, my decal has made all the difference.

My next feat is to purchase a new battery for my Dell laptop. That way, I can attend class and use my computer free of plugins and wires.

Slowly, but surely, I am learning.
I'll never know why I feel the need to make things more difficult than they should be.

2009-03-31T16:53:00.008-06:00

Since I was a little girl, I have loved these flowers.

My mom used to give me oral flower quizzes,

and I have fond memories of our garden nursery visits.

I wish that I could place fresh flowers in every room of my house.

I'm a firm believer that flowers possess a healing power.
Hey, whatever happened to Grandma's hydrangea bushes?

2009-03-25T15:02:00.006-06:00

Hi there! Meet my new form of transportation...

Two weeks ago, Dalaney and I were scanning the KSL Classifieds when we stumbled upon this 2004 Honda Metropolitan scooter. The next morning, we borrowed his brother's SUV and journeyed to Layton.

Her tank only holds 1.3 gallons...but she averages 100+ mpg! I love my scooter so much that it makes me perform interpretive dances.

My testosterone-filled boyfriend performs the labor involved (including welding the exhaust!). He's the best.

The previous owner was involved in a dangerous scooter wreck. So, I ordered a replacement back fender, a new battery, mirrors, and a kickstand. I can't wait for the parts to arrive!

2009-03-24T09:42:00.005-06:00

My organizational salvation:

.
I used to misplace my keys or my debit card or my cell phone or my student ID
...on a daily basis.

So, this is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.
They're on sale now. Check it out at Vera Bradley.

2009-03-23T21:01:00.007-06:00

I can't wait to ride around in Parker's Jeep Wranger

with the top down and the wind blowing through my hair...

Or stay up late talking to my best friend...

Or eat lunch at El Rancho/Newks with Mike....

Or play Wii Rock Band with my adorable brother Cade....

I had a dream/I have a dream

2009-03-23T11:18:00.000-06:00

It is vital that I someday travel here:Santorini: a picturesque cluster of Greek islands

I'm sure you've seen the timeless, iconic images before.

On calendars, advertisements, or desktop wallpapers.
They're beautiful.

When I went to Greece, I expected to see white stucco houses...everywhere. Well, they're not. Athens looked similar to Mexico City. Some historians even speculate that Santorini is the setting for the legendary city of Atlantis.
Sunsets, volcanoes, cliffs, blue dome roofs, and red beaches. Ahhh.

My ability to hyperfocus.

2009-03-19T17:39:00.000-06:00

I cooked this afternoon.

If you've ever eaten at a Mexican restaurant with me, you've probably noticed that I spoon feed the pico de gallo solely into my cavernous mouth. It is my favorite! So, I found the recipe for Cafe Rio's pico de gallo (posted below) and attempted to recreate the magic.

While I was googling the recipe though, I stumbled upon
tantalizing images of quesadillas and guacamole. So, then I decided to make those too.

Chopping: -verb,
to cut or sever with a quick, heavy blow or a series of blows using an ax, hatchet, ect.

The end result.

I only used one avocado for this! Last week, I used FOUR avocados and on the next day, the entire top layer was an icky brown.

For my meat filling, I grilled a steak.

Yummy!

My dream kitchen=

I love whimsical white kitchens in contrast with rich, dark wood floors.
I love glass door cabinetry, and I think granite counter tops change the entire look of things.

The low microwave placement in this specific room is interesting, but not ideal.
There are probably few things that I enjoy more than a stylish kitchen.

An effective, aesthetically-pleasing kitchen has the ability to transform a house! It is vital in my future home. Here, I will and bake delicious homemade ice cream cakes and master the perfect quesadilla.

Cafe Rio's Pico de gallo:
4 tomatoes
1 onion
1/4 bunch of cilantro
(CHOP all of the above)
2 gloves of minced garlic
1/2 t of lime juice
1t salt, 1/2t pepper

Paradigmatic Provo

2009-03-18T22:23:00.001-06:00

I have a slight parking issue. The Provo Parking Gestapo has it out for me. Some might argue that I bring it upon myself, but that is irrelevant. The fact is that I single handily probably fund the entire maintenance of Provo streets. (Where does all that money go...?).

Today, I went into the Justice Center to pay a previous citation. But first....I ran to the bathroom. When I walked out, I realized that the line to speak with the attendee had multiplied 8x+. So, I begrudgingly took my place at the end of the daunting line.

Disclaimer: I stare. Nonstop staring. I wish I had the ability to be more suave/nonchalant/sophisticated about my condition, but I don't.

Eventually, I observed that the flock of people in front of me seemed well acquainted with one another. And I deduced that were actually a family.

Turns out... they were the wedding party for the next civil marriage to be performed at the court house.

The teenage "bride" adorned pink, fluffy household slippers.

The gangster "groom" proudly announced to his witnesses that he hadn't even bathed or brushed his teeth that day.

Overall, it was a refreshing experience to be had during my brief stint at the courthouse today.

Adventures.

2009-03-17T01:23:00.000-06:00

Flashback to good ole', pre-dating European days...

A pub in Dublin, Ireland...

Riding a gondola in Venice, Italy...

On top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa...

Life is good.

World in my Hands

2009-03-16T23:14:00.002-06:00

I checked this book out from the Provo library.

(I finally took Loriana's advice and joined!
Now, I am an official library-card-holding-member.)

It is thick, hardback, and approx. 12 x 24 inches.

My goal= Read all 230+ country (as defined by Lonely Planet) entries.

I could sift through it.....ALL. DAY. LONG.

Just daydreaming away about.... hand-woven Himalayan textiles, pink Bermuda sand beaches, and Burkina Faso marketplaces....

Word to Your Motha

2009-03-02T01:17:00.001-07:00

Edifying. Inspirational. Stimulating.
These adjectives accurately describe my Friday night culturally enriching experience.
For the first time in 18 years, Vanilla Ice and M.C. Hammer reunited on the stage for one night only in little Orem, Utah.
The event founders encouraged attendees to dress in traditional 80s/90s. There was a plethora of neon Ray Bans, glitter, side ponytails, and "Hammer pants."
Post-show, Dalaney, Bri, and I were left speechless.

I'm just so thrilled that I heard the classics (ie: Ice, Ice, Baby..Can't Touch This....Too Legit to Quit) performed LIVE. It was incredible.

Oh, and just so you know... if you're ever tempted to purchase Vanilla Ice's recent recordings, donate that money to a Romanian orphanage. Or burn it. Either way, the result will prove more entertaining.

Baby Face

2009-02-20T17:52:00.001-07:00

"All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."

-Abraham Lincoln

In the past few weeks, a sharp pain has developed deep within my bosom. I am experiencing a physical yearning for my mommy. My mom is my best friend in the entire world. I hate being apart from the petri dish who fostered my growth for nine whole months! 9.5 to be exact. And let's be honest, by that time, I'd become officially oversized.

I cannot count the number of times that I've called and awoken her during the night. Also, she allows me to talk about myself 99.9% of the conversation's duration. She has taught me true, selfless love. I am so blessed for her example. I cannot for her to hold me tight inside her arms again. I love you mommy!

Let's Picnik!

2009-02-07T16:18:00.001-07:00

For months now, I have sat back and watched as my fellow Facebook friends posted enticing pictures embellished with text, stickers, and effects. Numerous photo albums were published underneath the title, "Picnik." My first thought was, "what is picnik??!" After performing one simple google search, I found exactly what I was looking for.

And now..... I have finally joined the photo shopping ranks of Picnik. The site provides free, easy to use editing tools to crop, rotate, and adjust exposure. My favorite photo options are rounded edges. I performed this action on every one of my edited photographs! I love the 1960s look.

Taken above the expansive landscape of Athens, this was my favorite altered image. The picture truly captures a captivating, candid moment. I have never seen such an enormous city! I love the lighting too!

Liberation

2009-02-05T11:58:00.000-07:00

I am completely and utterly obsessed with Post Secret. It is an ongoing mail art project that encourages people to personalize postcards in order to reveal an anonymous secret to the online community. I wish that I would have started this! By reading them, I guarantee that you will feel 100x more normal. Reading everyday people's most private secrets is pretty much therapeutic.

I couldn't believe when I saw this one...

Serves he/she right!

Domestic Goddess

2009-01-30T11:50:00.000-07:00

I have stumbled upon an evolutionary blog site, Imperfectly Beautiful . It features step-by-steps to completing homemade crafts. Defiantly not your ordinary painted porcelain kitten craft. And.......I just happen to be blood related to the talented founder, Mrs. Amanda Scott. How have I missed out on this for so long? Woman, you are so creative! And you even have your own cult following!! Appoint me as your apprentice/ public relations specialist??

Back in P-town

2009-01-24T14:55:00.000-07:00

I am once again living in Provo, Utah in order to attend Brigham Young University. This semester has already dealt me some unforgettable adventures which included couch hopping and even riding in the back of a police car. My classes are interesting this semester. I have two religious courses, and I am enrolled in a film class. I moved into a townhouse almost a mile away from campus. I have a private bedroom and bathroom nestled in the basement. Today, I had to call our handy man, Brent, because there are expansive puddles across the hallway. Apparently, the foundation is cracked and when the snow melts, the water seeps in. It smells horrific.

I have a job interview today. If hired, I will be an urban decal designer. It made me think of something Becca would be do. I hope that I get the job because I am getting desperate!

A Christmas Miracle

2009-01-20T11:31:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: I found the two following posts saved as drafts on my account. I wanted to inject them with pictures, before I posted them but I never got around to it. So, I decided to post them anyways....

After 3.5 adventure filled months, I have finally returned to American soil.

It is so relieving to drive my automatic vehicle down the right side of the street. I can text and speak on my monthly contracted cellular device for as much as I like. No more expensive pay-as-you-go-phone. I can place my hands underneath a faucet and not receive second degree burns. I once again have Internet access. I can plug in my electric appliances without having to use a converter. And I get to use a machine to dry my clothes. Life is good.

However, I almost didn't make it back. The weekend before I was scheduled to fly home, I traveled to Brussels, Belgium. On our way home, our flight was canceled. 18 hours before I was supposed to fly out of Edinburgh to America! We waited in line for over 5 hours. It was torture. Once we made it to the customer service desk, we were told that our only options were to fly home Friday or travel to Paris and catch a flight back that night. We opted for the latter. With no time to spare, Dalaney and I caught the next train to France. Oh, did I mention that I lost my debit card? And misplaced my passport. We flew into Glasgow and arrived in Edinburgh at 3am. The airport shuttle was scheduled to pick us up at 6am. Somehow, I moved out of my flat and packed my entire life contents away in that brief time stint.

And now it all seems like a dream.

A typical day in the life of intern Hannah.

2009-01-20T10:07:00.000-07:00

At 8:51 am every Monday-Friday, I ride a Lothian bus #34 or #19 to the Scottish Parliament. Yes, it a is double-decker.
Previous to my bus pass holding days, I trekked the 23 minute walk. I've discovered that a bus pass makes life much more tolerable.

This is the grand piece of architecure that I spend the majority of my Scottish days in. Withering away.

Notice the protruding windows which closely resemble the shape of Texas. These are called "think pods" and every MSP (member of the Scottish Parliament) has one is his/her office. They are fun. If you are thinking that the building is simply hideous, do not fret. You are not alone. The whole population of Edinburgh agrees.

I swipe this official pass to gain entrance into the heavily secured doors and elevators.

This is my desk. Notice the Coldplay cut-out. And the scandalous desktop image of James Franco.
My favorite place inside the building is a room titled 'The Contemplation Room.' No joke. The couches are ideal for an afternoon nap.

And this is my life.

The Advantages of Living in Edinburgh

2008-12-04T06:32:00.001-07:00

J.K. Rowling's new book, "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" was released today. I was under the misconception that the midnight release was scheduled for tonight, and I missed it. Through my adamant googling abilities, I discovered that she was holding a tea party at the National Library of Scotland--right down the street from my office! I called the library to inquire about Joanne's whereabouts.

I'm sure I sounded crazy.

"Um, hi. I'm just curious...Is J.K. Rowling, uh, holding a tea party at the library today?"

After being transferred numerous times and being placed on hold, I spoke with the most helpful employee who informed me that her next press event was being held at the Advocate's Court on the Royal Mile. Right down the street. Dalaney and I left work to wait in the freezing outdoors. Eventually the paparazzi showed up and we knew we were in the right place. We huddled together with about 5 other university aged girls representing the local, non-profit Harry Potter Alliance. It was priceless.

I'm going straight to Waterstone's after work to purchase my personal, beloved copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard. I love Scotland!

Candida krusei

2008-11-25T11:18:00.000-07:00

I'm not going to sugar coat this.

Scotland food sucks.
Everything is fried. Even pizza!

The only two things that I will miss food-wise are Kinder chocolate bars and caramel shortbread.

Caramel shortbread, commonly refered to as "millionaire's shortbread," consists of a thick layer of chocolate and caramel. Paired with a shortbread crumb crust. It is delicious.

Kinder buenos are hazelnut cream filled wafers. Made by Ferrero, which should explain a lot. I plan on bringing home tons of these.

If I stayed here much longer though, I would have to sell the Prius to sustain my expensive, addictive eating lifestyle.

Youth Against Fascism

2008-11-24T09:35:00.000-07:00

I have officially failed at my blogging duties.

Where should I even begin? My Parliamentary internship is nearly complete. I've fallen in love with Edinburgh, Scotland. In my backpack escapades across Europe, I have traveled to Dublin, Florence, Pisa, Venice, Athens, and Paris. With more cities to come! I fly back to the homeland on December 16th. I've even managed to maintain and represent my Southern heritage across the Atlantic.

My favorite person in the world stopped by the UK last week. We had a blast. She even did my laundry.

Since I've last posted, America has elected a new president.

Just not them.

Also, I am very unhappy with the results of Saturday night's Holy War. Boo you Max Hall. Okay, I admit it. I am a dirty fair-weather fan.

I will leave you with the following imagery:

The Real-Live Flat

2008-10-08T02:42:00.000-06:00

Our heavy duty door which requires a chump key.

My room.

A brief look into my mind.

2008-09-26T11:13:00.000-06:00

Getting lost in a foreign country is NOT fun.
I am predicting the demise of Prime Minister Gordon Brown's career quite soon. Poor Labour party.
I am finally unpacked. Finally.
I miss free movies. And spending dollars.
I bought a lotto ticket.
I love knowing what people think. And why they think that way.
Americans should utilize the train system more often.
I could get used to having H&Ms on every corner.
Internet is critical to survival.
I love Dani Richards.
I refuse to ever transcrible another word again.
And I'm pretty much obsessed with my life.

------Pictures-----

2008-09-21T07:31:00.000-06:00

Edinburgh at sunset.
Cooking class demonstrations at the Parliament.
North Bridge.

The Edinburgh Castle.

My dream come true.

Kristin, Dalaney, and I at the National Muesum of Scotland.
The real, but not live Dolly the cloned sheep.

I love this city.

I wouldn't mind writing a book someday. Or being richer then the queen of England.

2008-09-20T18:52:00.001-06:00

So, I totally ate at the Elephant Cafe tonight.
Elephant Cafe= birthplace of Harry Potter aka J.K. Rowling's early writing atmosphere.
Gosh, I love Scotland.

And I can dance a mean ceilidh now.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ceilidh

I am officially a Loo connesuir.

2008-09-18T17:08:00.001-06:00

Within the historic, stone walls of European public restrooms are innovative luxuries unknown to the average American.

Like I mentioned before, I love that the stalls are fortress like. Each bathroom is like your own small room.

Hands down, this is my favorite. If you look closely, you will see both a straightener and a curling iron. All you have to do is insert a pound into the slot and you are granted access to either tools for 90 seconds.

The writing does affirm that the styling instruments do reach temperatures hot enough to sanitize them. So, basically anytime you need a quick hair fix, a solution is just "a hop an' er skipper away."

This is for you, the woman who birthed me.

2008-09-18T17:08:00.000-06:00

A few sibling pictures taken right before I left..

Gus, finally home from the groomer.

My super model little brother.

No one was happy...

And then they look up.

I love Parker's face here.

We are so disfunctional.

Home away from Home

2008-09-16T08:48:00.000-06:00

I will never understand my mother's television interests. While tropical storms are brewing in the Atlantic, she is physically and mentally capable of watching the Weather Channel for 72 hours straight. The reports exhaust me because they always broadcast the same material over and over. I tease her most about watching TLC's infamous, "House Hunters." Over the span of sixty minutes, viewers follow a couple as they tour three varying houses for sale. Our family makes small bets about which of the three houses they will select to rear their future children in. Honestly, it is painful.

Minus the presence of host Suzanne Wang, House Hunters has become a sick reality for me. Kristin and I have no place of residency. We live like vagabonds. When we first arrived, we stayed with a family that Kristin met before I flew in. With the intent of finding a flat soon, we moved into a hostel. Now, we are staying with a couple that just recently graduated from BYU. We set up appointments to view flats. We ride the double decker buses through town earnestly searching for the precise flat address. We meet possible roommates that party until the sun rises. And just like on the television show, we weigh the positives and negatives of each option. Most of the viewings are flats looking for extra roommates to split the costs.Finally, we believe that we have found the one. Tonight, we are meeting with Prisco, our new landlord to move into our own flat closely located to the Parliament building. I will have my own bedroom. We can't move in until next Monday, but I'll post pictures soon.

Day 1 of Euro Adventures

2008-09-08T06:12:00.000-06:00

They interrogated me up and down at border control. But, I made it.
Currently, I'm in London at Heathrow. Edinburgh is my next and final stop.
So far, my UK observations include...

+++++
Chewable toothbrushes
Magazine vending machines
Airlines that feed me
Toilet stalls are fortress like

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Slightly different keyboards..
men in skirts.
6 hour time difference.
Zero Alltel service.

One Man's Treasures...

2008-09-05T14:12:00.000-06:00

Treasure Tuesday's are a tradition within the Blair Pack family. Every week, my grandparents celebrate their seniority by loading into their Toyota Camry and venture across the Southeastern Mississippi region visiting local Dirt Cheaps and banking on the extra 10% offered to senior citizens.

For those of you who are not familiar with the topic, Dirt Cheap is the low-end, sister business of Hudson's, a salvage mecca. Parallels can and have been made with Utah's infamous Desert Industry aka D.I. Whereas D.I. caters to cheap, extensive Mormon families through the act of thriftdom, Dirt Cheap encompasses D.I. by a landslide. Besides the occasional nicks and stains, Dirt Cheap sales quality, brand new items at a significantly discounted price. They receive weekly stocks from popular stores such as Target, Old Navy, and Dillards.

My grandparents have an immense talent of finding both useful and useless objects for under a single dollar. It is a running joke among our family and friends to slyly insert a sales price (normally 25 cents) after a compliment is directed towards any original Hudson's item. I love it.

Lauren and I spent a recent afternoon investing quality time with our mothers+ grandparents at Dirt Cheap. For me and the woman who birthed me, it was all too much. We must have seen the same trailer trash sandcastle water dispensers at all four store locations. At one point, I even fell asleep across a tattered futon for sale. Due to adult "lingering," I'm not sure that I have entered the store without at least one wheelchair race across the parking lot.

I like to think that I have been blessed with the gift of shopping knowledge. At any point, I can walk into a store, scan the racks, and know quite suddenly whether or not there are items which interest me. Unfortunately, the rewards of Dirt Cheap are found when opposite tactics take place.

With its odd consumer base and its stereotypical southern edge, Dirt Cheap is simply vulnerable to satire. Yet, I've found that for the most part, that makes it all the more lovable. It is one of the things that I always miss most about home.

For those of you who appreciate price comparisons and/or are interested in purchasing a sandcastle water dispenser, I can confirm that they are cheapest in Petal.

Moto Maniac

2008-09-04T04:27:00.000-06:00

Before 2 weeks ago, I had never ridden on a motorcycle. And my gosh, I was surely missing out.

Mopeds fascinate me. When Parker & I were younger, he received an electric scooter for his birthday. He rode it through the cul-de-sac of Crescent Ridge like a cheetah through the African plains while I watched hesitantly from the concrete sidewalk. Honest to goodness, the FIRST time that I stepped foot on that contraption and after reaching speeds of approximately 35mph, I crashed straight into the communal mailbox.

Today, six years later, I've made a new friend..Jonathan Curtis. Mr. Curtis is the fine owner of not one, but two motorcycles. So, of course, when he offered to take me for a ride, I couldn't resist. Although my confidence in gravity is high, I struggled to comprehend the object's ability to stand up straight. We traveled the empty streets of Hattiesburg at speeds exceeding 95 mph. It was exhilerating. All I could think about the entire time is how much more bliss Johnny boy gets operating his transportation in comparison to the bland emotions that I receive driving my own enclosed vehicle.

And now, it's official. Sorry mom. I have to have a motorcycle.

My Best Friend's Wedding, Drew Carey, & Other Tales from the Crypt

2008-09-03T20:20:00.000-06:00

Although it was almost a month ago, I am set on blogging about my Western tour of the United States. I faced an unfortunate setback after accidently deleting each and every photograph from my mother's beloved Sony memory card which was used to document the trip. I felt adamant that text could not convey the bon temps. I'm back in business, baby.

My scheduled flight out of New Orleans to Cali was canceled for the night because the pilot forgot to show up to the airport. United Airlines booked me a hotel on the outskirts of New Orleans at the glamorous Hampton Inn. I ordered a 3 course room service meal and laid in bed with my package of Double Stuf Oreos simply restless to see Keith.

Because I didn't arrive in LA until the next day, Keith and I were unable to attend CBS's legendary Price is Right that morning. During the entire trip, Keith teased me that we weren't going back. Eventually, he gave in. Needless to say, it was my favorite day of the trip. And completely blogging worthy. Although Bob Barker is no longer a factor, my life long dream to go to the Price is Right was completed. Besides an hour lunch break, we literally waited in line from 6am until 4pm. I sported my homemade purple polo, "Drew Carey for President." Even though I didn't get "called down," I would have been fine wearing the famous yellow tag nametag for the rest of my life.

Keith and I went to the beach, had a run in with Destiny/Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus, and tore up Six Flags.
Also, LA loves Coldplay. I can honestly say that it played every time that we entered the car.

My next stop was Salt Lake City to stay with Danielle Christine. We completed the usual itinerary: laugh alot, threaten to kidnap small children, sleep in till noon, direction-less driving through the mountains, and makeup experiments. And for those of you who are curious, yes, I ate my fair share of Cafe Rio.

Loriana, Dani, and I left Provo Thursday afternoon en route to Denver, Colorado to watch our dear friend Crystal become Mrs. McCown. I loved being a bridesmaid. The wedding was gorgeous. Along with the groomsmen. And, of course, the bride.

P.S. The PIR episode will air Oct. 1st. The contestant that they call down first is sitting in front of me and we go in for the popular hug. Watch. Laugh.

Let's Put a Smile on that Face

2008-07-21T01:32:00.000-06:00

To many of you, I have made the claim that my life has changed for the better. It is true. And this was made possible through the extraordinary talent of Heath Ledger and Aaron Eckhart in their unbelievable Dark Knight performances.

I have this thing for Heath Ledger which most likely stems from my 10-Things-I-Hate-About-You-Generation. And the steamy Aussie accent. After receiving news of his unfortunate passing, I converted my Dell Inspiron wallpaper into a memorial honoring his exceptional acting talents. And it remains today. My friend George and I were at the Sundance Film Festival on the day he died. We scored evening tickets to the premiere of Incendiary, starring Michelle Williams (Heath's baby mamma). Unfortunately, Michelle was unable to appear and was abruptly flown to NY. His death was a huge loss.

And did you know? Aaron Eckhart, a film major, is a member of the elite BYU alumni. Just think, I walk the same paths that he used to get to the JFSB. I eat at the same tables that he used in the Wilk. It's probably safe to assume that he's roasted a few smores at the Bell Tower before.

As a theater employee, I was fortunate enough to preview the movie in advance (Wed. night). And I was not disappointed in the least bit. I wanted to make shirts or dress up, but Ashley & Ross sadly rejected my ideas. So, I opted for all black in order to properly mourn Heath. Many times throughout the movie, I had chillbumps because it is so disturbing. The Grand, along with America's national box office have set all new, impressive records due to the popularity of Batman. You have to see it!

Coldplay ---------------

2008-07-06T23:02:00.000-06:00

During my senior year of high school, I was formally introduced to the majesty of Coldplay. Like most pop culture fanatics, I knew and loved their Billboard hits "Yellow" and "Clocks."

Unlike most, the first album that I ever fully listened to was X&Y. A dear co-worker at The Grand who was a typical fan of Shinedown and T-Pain sat me down in her Ford truck and demanded that I listen closely. I was hooked. After listening to "A Rush of Blood to the Head," I made a mental note that life would/could never be the same. With the looming anxiety of achieving high ACT scores and applying for college, I walked tall with the sounds of Chris Martin bouncing in each step.

After arriving at college, my first friendships were formed solely on the basis of our mutual Coldplay dedication. We established a dorm ritual, C.R.S. (or Coldplay Rejuvenation Session) which consisted of sitting in a dark room and listening to Coldplay as loud as possible in order to relieve us from the academic stress. Sophomore year consists of fond memories of watching Brandon's Coldplay Live DVD strewn across JT 26's lovesacs.

Lauren and I arrived promptly at midnight after work for the release of their new album, Viva la Vida. Along with Brandon, I too was cautious at first, but now I adore it. I am eager to make the radical claim that Coldplay serves as a personal spiritual experience. I love Chris's signature falsetto. I constantly day dream about the daily life of Gwenyth Paltrow, Chris Martin's wife. Seriously..Can you imagine?

I slaved over the king of online auctioning, eBay and won a golden ticket to see them live in Glasgow, Scotland on December 12!! I cannot wait. :)

Tributes, Voluntary Submission, & Affection

2008-06-29T22:31:00.000-06:00

I am the beloved niece to three blogging fools. And this, my friends, is a much anticipated tribute to them. Aren't they precious?

Pictured above are my Aunt Beth, Aunt Emmie, & Aunt Amanda at my mom's 40th birthday bowling extravaganza. Sunday lunches at Grandma's are never lame due to their surplus of charm and wit. Lest we forget the fashion. Their kids aren't too bad either.

I wish to offer a challenge to each of you. A battle, if you must, for the title of "Hannah's Notably Preferred Aunt." Feel free to offer me large sums of money, feed me extravagant meals, or scratch my back for a complete hour (minus the "gritties").

I'm sorry that you live so far away Aunt Bethany.. I recognize that this puts you in a serious delima. Don't think I haven't factored this into the equation. Nothing makes my day like an unexpected UPS delivery though. Texts are nice too. Just for future reference...

To be honest though, I've just left the lovely home of Mandy Pandy. While visiting with Lauren, she finger fed me grapes and slathered my wheat crackers in crab dip. I think she might be winning..

I love them dearly--even when we quarrel over moral terminology. <3

David Bowie's Cat People

2008-06-18T12:57:00.001-06:00

Meet Pancake!

After succesfully manipulating my 4 year old brother into pandering for a kitten, I now own a fury friend. Blueberry Pancake, commonly referred to as Pancake, is simply adorable. She is odd-eyed (the medical term for one blue eye and one green eye). Suprisingly enough, she and Gus are polite to one another. It's Cade that she has to worry about. So far, he has innocently managed to submerge her in an enclosed ice chest and carries her around the neck. She brings elated joy into my life. I just hope that I can remember to feed her...

Baby mammaaaa.

2008-06-08T18:47:00.000-06:00

Alas, I have determined my purpose on this God-forsaken Earth.
While employed at our local gym, Anatomies, I have come to consider myself a modern-day midwife and wet nurse. Despite my obvious lacking lactation, I delegate time out. I build forts. And against my better will, I wipe noses.

See...I hang in the Kid Zone, or child care.

Since high school, my aunts and I have mocked the "Anatomies moms" in Oak Grove. On a daily basis, they are found wearing their work-out attire around town (ie: grocery shopping or picking the children up from school). All day. And don't be surprised if that only consists of a Nike sports bra and spandex booty shorts. In addition to the essential uniform, their hair and make-up are always perfectly intact.

The Ralph Lauren army of children that I watch are consistently present because of their mother's unwavering dedication to upholding the pre-baby physical appearance. It's nauseating.

My fellow employees and the Stepford wives discuss the effects of their silicon injected chests in regards to their Bod Pod results (a tool used to determine body fat).

I can't help but wonder if the daily four hours that I spend playing Duck Duck Goose and coloring is more time than even their own mothers invest.

Anatomies: a brilliant and effective form of birth control.

Shake it like a Polaroid picture.

2008-05-29T13:45:00.000-06:00

Yesterday, I visited BODIES...The Exhibition in Mobile. It showcases real, Asian human cadavers. The bodies were positioned in disturbing positions, such as playing soccer, lunging, or riding a bike. They preserve the specimens using polymer preservation, or plastication.

I kept repeating in my head, "These are real people," "These are real people." I tried to imagine specific scenarios that emphasized their existence (ie: getting ready for work, kissing, or boogie dancing). But I couldn't.

My favorite part was the showcase of fetuses. And the gift shop merchandise which sold souvenirs like ear-shaped page clippers and esophagus pens.

Do The Harry

2008-05-20T10:40:00.000-06:00

In my day....Barney ruled the 2-9 age span. Today, there's a new bear on the block.

With rap's increasing popularity, Discovery channel producers have created an interactive children's television series, Hip Hop Harry.

Harry sports the sideways baseball cap and a large 'H' embelem around his neck, strangely similar to Flava Flav.

Harry's gang of education loving bandits dance as if they were auditioning for Step-Up 9. Just yesterday, I walked in the room and found my 4 year old brother, Cade, attempting to reproduce a wannabe Soulja boy move.

Hip Hop Harry utilizes the song's catchy beats to promote washing your hands, drinking water, and sharing.

Harry even has his own MySpace.

Poor Barney.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=14_1qsOk_Ps

Jam Homewrecker

2008-05-17T17:40:00.000-06:00

Every Thursday at 7:56pm, I sprawl across my couch in eager anticipation for NBC's Emmy Award winning mockumentary sitcom, The Office. I adore it. The character's quick glances and subtle satire are genius. I consistently day dream about employment at Dunder Mifflin in Scranton. Contributing to the joy it brings is the dreamy paper salesman, Jim Halpert. Unfortunately, little Jimmy is pretty emotionally invested in the receptionist, Pam Beesley...

I won't sugar coat this. Each time that they interact, I experience intense pain. Heartache. I. Want. Pam. Out. Of. The. Picture.

......

That's better...True love <3.

Death Becomes Her

2008-05-14T11:13:00.000-06:00

Dear Channing,
Send $100,000 or Susie Q. gets it!

Already, she has endured intentional inflicted physical and mental suffering caused by Osama Teddy.

Despite your current Middle Eastern residence, it is necessary that you closely comply. Or else.

Thank you.

Regulation Hotties

2008-05-14T01:33:00.000-06:00

I always want what I can't have.

As shown below, here are images of good looking men who just happen to be younger than the the legal age of 18.

David Archeluto from American Idol. Aw, Adorable.

Cary Robbins, a fellow employee from The Grand.

A recently popular actor, Freddie Highmore.

The Kennan Richards, my future eternal companion. ----

Those who are 50+....

Pierce Brosnan- Hotttttt.

President George W. Bush. One word- power.

Harrison Ford, baby.

And last but not least, Robert Redford.

Cafe Rio Anonymous

2008-05-07T08:40:00.000-06:00

Hi, I'm Hannah, and I'm addicted to Cafe Rio's sweet pork burritos.

I have been free of Cafe Rio for exactly two weeks now. While living in Utah, I eat the scrumptious meal at least 2-3 times a week. I miss the thick, fresh tortillas. I miss the upbeat, fast-paced restaurant atmosphere. I miss the "enchilada style." I want Cafe Rio served at both my wedding and my funeral.

During this tumultous time, I've developed a 6-step recovery program as reason to get up in the mornings.

1. Eat a local copycat version, Caliente.

2. Attempt to reproduce the cafe's released recipes in my own kitchen.

3. Buy Cafe Rio stock.

4. Research franchise options.

5. Create a Cafe Rio homage.

6. Sit in my room, hug my loyal frequent buyer card ( which is now 100% filled and waiting to be submitted for a free meal) , and fantasize about my next trip to Utah.

Cafe Rio Sweet Pork:

3-4 lbs pork roast (can substitute chicken)

1 cup brown sugar

3 cups salsa*

Mix ingredients in a crock pot and let cook for 10 hours on low.Once you've made the dressing, pork, rice & beans, it's almost time to eat. But you still have to assemble the salad. Start with a tortilla (we used the disposable aluminum pie tins, but you could use a bowl), then layer on cooked beans, rice, romaine lettuce, pork, dressing, and any of your favorite toppings: pico de gallo, guacamole, tortilla strips, cheese, cilantro & lime.

Cafe Rio Dressing :

1 buttermilk ranch dressing packet (make as per recipe)

2 tomatillos (tomato like vegetable with a husk around them)

½ bunch of cilantro1 clove garlic

Juice of 1 lime1 jalapeno (Use the seeds too if you like it spicy. You could substitute a few drops of green Tabasco for the jalapeno.)

Use a food processor to blend all the ingredients well. Refrigerate.

Here Comes the Sun

2008-05-01T21:59:00.000-06:00

For the past couple of days, my blog account has been frozen due to false charges of "spamming." While in the past I do have a reputation for spamming unbeknownst Facebook members with Warren Jeffs notions, I plead innocent. After a precise review of my account activity, my access has been renewed.

Home is magical. At 2pm tommorow we are signing on the house and we'll begin the moving process. I'm becoming quite the expert at this activity.

I'm getting my hair cut tommorow too. And also starting to work at The Grand again. And applying for Camp Shelby.

Here are some pictures I shot while in Sin City.

Our hotel--The Luxor

Mike and I in front of the Bellagio. The water show is awesome!

The Eiffel Tower!

I glimpsed a sight of the creepy old women decked out in red hats+ purple dresses who tromp across the nation promoting readin' and sipping tea.

The South will Rise Again.

2008-04-27T23:23:00.001-06:00

vs.

The long trek is complete. After driving more than 2200 miles, I have safely returned to the motherland. And gained a greater appreciation for my picturesque southern scenery. No doubt about it--Faulkner, Twain, Welty, and Williams were truly genius.

I've just consumed my first of many glasses of 'Missippi' nationally ranked purified tap water. Oh, how I've missed you.

B.F.F.s

2008-04-27T00:28:00.000-06:00

Dear Dani & Keith,

Today, as a direct result of consistently driving for the past 15 hours, I too heard a song that I would like to dedicate to ya'll. I think the lyrics speak volumes. Quite complex and inspiring.

Here it goes...

I got my sights set on you and I'm ready to aim

I have a heart that will never be tamed

I knew you were something special

When you spoke my name

Now I can't wait to see you again

I've got a way of knowing when something is right

I feel like I must have known you in another life

Cause I felt this deep connection when you looked in my eyes

Now I can't wait to see you again

The last time I freaked outI just kept looking downI st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about

Felt like I couldn't breathe

You asked what's wrong with me

My best friend Leslie said "Oh she's just being Miley"

The next time we hang outI will redeem myself

My heart it can't rest till thenI can't wait to see you again

I got this crazy feeling, deep inside

When you called and asked to see me tomorrow night

I'm not a mind reader but I'm reading the signs

That you can't wait to see me again

I got my sight set on you and I'm ready to aim

oh oh oh oh oh

I - I can't wait to see you again

I love ya'll.

Entreprise.

2008-04-23T02:36:00.001-06:00

Appearantly, there are 24-hour Kinkos.

Quite innovative, if you ask me.

I've got this thing for any business that is ready and willing to commit to a 24 hour schedule.

At 2:00am last night/this morning, Dani & I set out for our paper printing excursion.

Being blissfully ignorant, I bet Dani $5 that these hypothetical Kinkos' hours simply did not exsist.

Our first destination, the Provo Kinkos, was lit and I had my wallet ready to pay up.

Fortunately, we walked straight into the locked door; unfortunately, the sign directed us to another location, Orem.

The verdict= no one paid anything.

I concluded that I have never been involved in a bet where one party was 100% correct. Somehow, someway, there are always exceptions to each side. Ie: The Provo building was closed, yet the Orem building was open. So, who is correct..? They always end in a draw. Man, what a paradox. Moral of the story: gambling sucks. Unless you are an MIT braniac named Jill Taylors (Kate Bosworth's character in 21). Along with scamming the casinos, you'll also aquire a steamy kiss from the attractive London-native, Jim Sturgess.

After arriving home, we discovered a dead, baby octopus on our staircase. I was convinced that it was a sticky, stretchy 50-arcade-tickets prize. Until I smelt it. Lorina, an avid seafood connoisseur, is frying little Octi for lunch today.

Oprah- You Hold the Keys to my Heart.

2008-04-21T23:51:00.000-06:00

Oprah.

You either love her or you hate her.

Caucasian, middle class women across America worship her.

Supposedly, there's a new store which sells Oprah's old attire. The quote below symbolizes the devotion that suburbia upholds towards their beloved Oprah.

"'The feeling is, Oprah had this on, and now, I'm wearing it?' Ms. Hoy explained over lunch near the store last week. 'When you go in there, you just feel great, like you are somebody, like Oprah is touching you.' Ms. Hoy was so moved by the experience that she bought a $40 cream-colored blouse that she may never wear out of the house, mainly because of the tag, which says: 'Harpo Inc. hereby certifies that the item to which this tag is attached is a genuine garment from the closet of Oprah Winfrey'."

Although I was raised in a house without a mother who scheduled an hour aside every weekday at 4pm in order to relish in the teachings of Oprah, my generation developed a genuine love for her. And I, Hannah Shirley, am no exception.

Laugh at all you want, America. Let's be honest, though...The woman gives brand new cars to her audience members.

I am proud to declare that I am a loyal follower of her renowned book club. If Oprah says it's good, then darn it, it's incredible. It is a reoccuring joke in our apartment that she actually hires others to read the books and brief them for her.

I love her Mississippi heritage. I love that she arose from a bleak childhood. I love what she epitomizes for women everywhere.

Below, I've compiled a brief list of teachings...

EVERYTHING I'VE LEARNED...I LEARNED FROM OPRAH:

1. Empathy- I'll never forget the episode where a mother's first born child died in a car crash. She was driving to a neighbors home 3 blocks away and decided not to place her baby in his car seat.

2. Always place my children in seat belts. Self explanatory.

3. Despite controversy, I am here to clarify that, yes, you can contract STDs from hot tubs. Thank you Dr. Oz.

4. Mental illnesses are real.

5. Organization skills.

6. Tom Cruise is madly, crazy in "love" with Katie Holmes...

7. What not to wear. Fashion, fashion, fashion.

8. Live your best life.

Legends of the Hidden Temple

2008-04-17T18:55:00.000-06:00

I was almost physically run over by a young man riding a unicycle on campus today.

Therefore, I determined that scrutinizing the wacky antics of my fellow students is the defining aspect of my college career.

It's a common misconception that BYU students are completly lame squares.

From first hand experience, I can attest that this assumption is 100% false. Some of the most bizzare, quirky people out there reside on this particular campus.

There's Cloak Boy, a freshman who stands outside the Joseph Smith Building inbetween classes belting out musicial renditions. Just recently, campus police issued him a citation for "disturbing the peace." As a direct violation of his First Amendment rights and after receing national attention, he has been granted approval to return to his post. After cloak boy's hiatus, I experienced pure elation when I heard his voice ringing through the air.

I've witnessed sword fights and juggling clowns. Gaggles of '80s dressed freshman girls. And boys decked in Sponge Bob costumes. Lest we forget, Drum Girl perched on a tree branch.

My favorite batch of individuals has to be the Medieval Club. They dress up in Renaissance dresses and sport beaded headpieces while role playing scenes from The Canterbury Tales & King Arthur legends underneath their glistening white tent.

There's even a BYU Facebook group acknowledging the medieval club member's weirdness titled, "Why am I still single when everyone in the Medieval Club has a lover?"

And it has over 150 members.

I'm only understood by mammals.

2008-04-16T00:26:00.000-06:00

Attention: I have reached a startling conclusion.

In regards to my graphic image of the precious kitten posted on my previous post, Dani slyly suggested that I am evolving into a "cat lady."

Therefore, I feel it imperative to defend my decisions and also announce my commitment to embrace the unfortunate label.

As a young girl, I was unable to mother a kitten because of our apartment living circumstances. So, of course, it's all I ever wanted. Those of you who know me well can recall the passion I invest when sharing my story of the Papa John's kitty.

After spending many endless hours playing with the cats at my grandma's, those around me became suspicious that I might be allergic to cat hair. My cat owning history involves two characters: Sting, named after the British singer, and his literal wife, Trudy. By default, Sting came into my life when my mom was remarried to Mikey M. I could probably write a full-length story about that wretched cat & his healing powers. On my 13th birthday, Mike took me to the Animal Homeless Shelter where I selected my white-haired, blue-eyed kitten Trudy, despite my alleged allergies. Trudy turned out to be quite the vicious feline and was constantly growling because of her misconceptions that she was a dog. Supposedly, she ran away into the wild. Yet, I still firmly believe that my mother was the sole contributor to her death via our Chrysler mivivan.

With time, I developed a jaded, cynical view of these small carnivorous species. After years of despising them, I underwent a change of heart. Which I full-heartedly attribute to Loriana. And now, I can't keep my hands off the cute and furry creatures. My face cringes into that genuine look of adoration and I squeal a drawn out "awwwww" whenever kittens and I come in contact.

My 15 year old brother, Parker, always accuses me of becoming a "cat lady." In the past, this was usually followed with me screaming and slamming my door. Of course, when I perceive a "cat lady," the first image that arrives in my mind is the scene from the childhood classic, Harriet the Spy. Harriet's elderly bachelor neighbor collects cats, builds bird cages, and eats nothing but yogurt. I have an internal fear that with time, I might evolve a similar way of life. Therefore, I cling to the wise words of our former president, FDR, who once declared, " the only thing we have to fear is fear itself." Thank you, Franklin. With that said, I will continue to dream of kittens and sunflowers.

If I ever acquire an unlimited surplus of money, I do plan on hiring a prestigious scientist to breed a minature kitten. You know, a kitten that will never mature into a dingy, flee-riden cat. Why not? They do it with dogs.

Where do whales migrate?

2008-04-14T23:33:00.000-06:00

I bought Barack Obama's inspirational book, The Audacity of Hope today.

Tommorow is my last day of classes, symbolizing my half way mark through college. Well, hopefully.

Turns out I'm wretched at Bocci, a devise game of ball throwing. Thankfully, I have other more advantegous, all-purpose skills. Such as..conning free food out of restaurant employees. Or the fact that my wet hair dries faster naturally than any one else that I know. And somehow..I never fail at finding opened snacks in my purse and/or pockets.

Here's to the night.

2008-04-14T00:26:00.001-06:00

So, I'm pretty excited about this revolutionary blog concept. I hope that it's not simply my procrastination tendencies which are contributing to my blogging enthusiasm.

Yesterday marked the end of South of the Border week. What does this consist of? Well, basically.. Dani, Keith, Jon, and I ate straight Mexi food all week. I'll be honest though; I'm still not quite sick of it. I'm pushing for a more diverse, global embrace this week (ie: Korean, Japanese, Thai, Indian, etc.).

We attended Catholic mass at SLC's Madeliene cathedral today. It was in spanish. So, of course, Keith translated for us. It's only a few blocks away from Temple Square. It was interesting comparing and contrasting the two atmospheres.

Crystal's bridal shower was this weekend. I still can't believe that she is getting married! I am going to miss her dearly. Also, only 2 more days of school. Yay.

P.S. I do plan on utilizing this tool while in Scotland. Holla.