tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38496719147382173992024-03-13T17:14:54.473-04:00The Key to MeHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.comBlogger409125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-73304687369662115422015-02-16T20:37:00.000-05:002015-02-16T20:37:20.500-05:00I need to write.I just don't know where.<br />
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Here? A new blog?<br />
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A journal? A napkin?<br />
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Somewhere.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-84621588730080236832013-06-02T22:50:00.001-04:002013-06-02T22:50:00.142-04:00The End’s Not Near, It’s Here (Again)<p>I’ve been reflecting on this little ole blog. I haven’t written here in ages. </p> <p>And <em>so </em>much has changed in my life since I started writing here so, so long ago. </p> <p>When I first started blogging, I was just a wee one in high school and now? Now I’m on the cusp of my final semester of classes for my undergraduate degree. <em>Where did the time go?!?! </em>When they say the time goes by in the blink of an eye, they aren’t joking! I can only imagine how quickly the next 12 months will be here and gone. </p> <p>I met so many fabulous people through the wonderful world of blogging; many of who I still keep up with quite regularly, whether it be reading their blogs or having connected with them on other social media sites. And will continue to do so. </p> <p>This blog has seen me through many highs and lows in my life; the comparison from the present to last June or even three Junes before that is just absolutely astonishing. I thought I had it all figured out three Junes ago—oh how naïve I was. The important things to me have changed as has my worldview on so many topics. I have grown from a quiet girl to a college-educated woman ready to embrace the future and all that it has to offer me. The world is my oyster and I cannot wait to take it on. </p> <p>With the transition from student to teacher before me, I think that it’s time to make another change: it’s time to close up this here blog and begin anew elsewhere—a “big girl” kind of blog. <em>(For those of you who’ve been with me, email me and I’ll send you a link so you can stay updated!)</em></p> <p>I may post a few more times to wrap-up my adventures in this little corner of cyberspace or this may be my last post. I haven’t decided quite yet. </p> <p>It has been a wonderful experience, having this blog, and I cannot say thank you enough to all my readers and the wonderful men and women that I have met along the way. </p> <p>Thank you for the last 4 years. </p> <p>Thank you for being a part of my journey on my quest to finding the key to being me. </p> <p>I’m another step closer :)</p> <p>And for posterity’s sake…pictures of 4-years-ago-me and the me of today.<em> (Can’t imagine how much different I’ll look in another 4 years!)</em></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gAazJnq2IQE/UawEUfw0FUI/AAAAAAAAFJk/RIYaJUqztHM/s1600-h/DSC_0009%25255B12%25255D%25255B16%25255D.jpg"><img title="DSC_0009[12]" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="DSC_0009[12]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2bTpEMDKYLs/UawEU9StrzI/AAAAAAAAFJs/lB2eg5jguIU/DSC_0009%25255B12%25255D_thumb%25255B22%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="324" height="347" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-UHwg7G_ig2I/UawEVVXKBhI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/3I98rt3581E/s1600-h/Photo%2525202%25255B12%25255D.jpg"><img title="Photo 2" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Photo 2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-eWb43_N8ybk/UawEVy_VBkI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/nkdmNvw0oAg/Photo%2525202_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="332" height="347" /></a></p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-66960917957699218372013-02-25T22:30:00.001-05:002013-02-25T22:32:43.435-05:00Endure.<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0lZBSgzi44E/USwsUg3pXAI/AAAAAAAAFDs/qYgcdg2b-Sk/s1600-h/150408_10200825312016007_232912378_n%25255B15%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="150408_10200825312016007_232912378_n" border="0" alt="150408_10200825312016007_232912378_n" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AZ_WsU723Y0/USwsVAV982I/AAAAAAAAFD0/FJnAtVpysPQ/150408_10200825312016007_232912378_n_thumb%25255B13%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="675" height="522" /></a></p> <p>Do you ever see people on <em>Good Morning America </em>or read about them in the newspaper and you’re just naturally drawn to them? Like you think to yourself: “Man, she looks like someone I would be friends with!” or “I bet he has the best laugh.”?</p> <p>I remember being a 10-year-old girl and watching the TV in wide-eyed disbelief over the Elizabeth Smart case. Her disappearance. Her amazing return. And the life that unfolded afterwards. </p> <p>For most people, that would be it: the astounding miracle that occurred before our eyes. Life goes on. </p> <p>But for me, she’s just always kinda stayed in the back of my mind. I was fascinated by her. I felt connected to her in some way. And tonight, I found out the reason why.</p> <p>Elizabeth Smart came to talk at my college as part of our convocation series this semester. She shared her story with us—with a smile on her face, wit and charm in her words, and an incredibly infectious and lovable personality. It was incredible to hear her reflect on that time in her life and  have her share the knowledge and wisdom she gained from the experience with us. </p> <p>She had already wowed me with her (and her mom’s) message of choosing happiness in every thing we do. But when it came to the Q&A, when a brave soul asked the Bible verse that got her through her kidnapping, my mouth fell open when she shared with my peers, my own favorite Bible verse. </p> <h3><em><font size="3">“No testing has overtaken you that is not common to everyone. God is faithful, and He will not let you be tested beyond your strength, but with testing He will also provide the way out so that you may be able to <strong>endure it.”</strong></font></em><em><font size="3">(1 Corinthians 10:13)</font></em></h3> <p>For anyone who knows me, this Bible verse has been my favorite for some time, as it’s gotten me through quite a few testings. It’s also one that I’ve been patiently waiting to have inked on my wrist; <em>endure, </em>that is. (And, I’d just like to note, it’s not your average “favorite” piece of scripture!)</p> <p>And I suddenly realized why I had always kept Elizabeth Smart tucked back in the corner of my mind. As she said tonight, had her ordeal not happened to her, she wouldn’t have been standing before me tonight. But she was. And the path that I’ve taken in life, and the things that have happened and the choices I have made, led me to my seat (after waiting 2 hours) to hear her speak tonight. </p> <p>To hear her tell me to choose happiness. To share my favorite verse. </p> <p>I was supposed to hear her. To meet her. </p> <p>We endured. And we will endure.</p> <p>Every thing <em>truly does </em>happen for a reason.</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-83043165873002716322013-01-31T20:58:00.001-05:002013-01-31T20:58:43.583-05:00Kelly’s Show Us Your Singles Friday!<p> </p> <p><a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2013/01/show-us-your-singles.html?m=1"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HcheCtTt_wlvB0b4V_eM2rY5V8VVP96gFnRff7tpDTuNxWpzfUg1J3Ce0OpnmGGuY1tuORGo0YRAOX8mWAmS_xo4RA3taq-NFc1_GBUTuUUut63QGR4ZO-rTj-0nMC_KrjqNKC7TWVcf/s400/pink-peony-bouquet-3.jpg" width="400" height="297" /></a></p> <p>This post isn’t for me, but for my dear friend Meredith.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-W9Ese-Bm7FA/UQshPgyM9YI/AAAAAAAAFBY/SILMimTQOeA/s1600-h/DSC_0266%252520copy%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0266 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0266 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cOB7TVwv0pg/UQshQHKF8JI/AAAAAAAAFBg/S_EFviQnVUI/DSC_0266%252520copy_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="609" height="378" /></a></p> <p>Meredith was one of the first people that I met upon my arrival at college and she has been a central facet of my life here on campus ever since. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-f9IxZM_Q91I/UQshQkIeE9I/AAAAAAAAFBo/fthiTmQPgGw/s1600-h/DSC_0026%252520copy%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0026 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0026 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rhsG8VQQp3M/UQshRFlCfZI/AAAAAAAAFBw/KzMsX0rj7Vw/DSC_0026%252520copy_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="609" height="368" /></a></p> <p>Meredith is an intelligent, hard-working, caring, and beautiful young woman. She loves animals—especially dogs. After completing her undergraduate degree from BC in May of 2014, Meredith plans to attend a vet school to become a small animal veterinarian. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-smd-UFsfaIw/UQshRmNa53I/AAAAAAAAFB4/lUzvtiZCSk0/s1600-h/DSC_0090%252520copy%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0090 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0090 copy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-S_VRR9Fdyg4/UQshSKLXUXI/AAAAAAAAFCA/zny0a_-ZpKM/DSC_0090%252520copy_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="609" height="734" /></a></p> <p>Meredith is 20 years old and from Maryland, although she attends college in Virginia where she is very involved with campus life. She enjoys being outside, watching football and baseball, and playing tennis. </p> <p>Meredith enjoys Broadway productions and a good book on a cold winter day. She loves, loves, loves her music! She’s always humming along to some song or another—especially Maroon 5. Meredith is also a self-confessed anglophile, too! She plans to visit London next January and hopes to catch a glimpse of Kate Middleton—her favorite fashion idol! :)</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Uwr2wFHds7E/UQshS0KXzDI/AAAAAAAAFCI/0J8iNOcE7Ws/s1600-h/DSC_0106%252520copy%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0106 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0106 copy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-SOJ8pmO_ZPw/UQshT0QEEVI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/LR56DWofuWc/DSC_0106%252520copy_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="288" height="310" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mux0exoWZuc/UQshUcHH8LI/AAAAAAAAFCY/GJ4OJSc6W04/s1600-h/DSC_0113%252520copy%25255B9%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0113 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0113 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-SXsfXZBx9OQ/UQshUqtIQ9I/AAAAAAAAFCc/GjeCtZZdng0/DSC_0113%252520copy_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="394" height="310" /></a></p> <p>Meredith’s looking for a guy with a great sense of humor and someone as driven and goal-oriented as she is in her life endeavors. </p> <p><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/523677_4795971938096_1410297716_n.jpg" width="589" height="589" /></p> <p>Our friends and I want only the best for our Mere! She’s a loyal friend, a hopeless romantic, and we want to find her prince charming!</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-25035662687411269582012-08-27T16:03:00.001-04:002012-08-27T16:03:47.563-04:00Week One<p>Well I started writing my letter. And then I came back to school…and the letter kind of went out the window. So I decided to simplify it. </p> <p>I want happiness. I hope that I look back in May and smile, remembering the happy. Happiness with myself, my friends, my choices, my…everything. </p> <p>I want to be irrevocably happy.</p> <p>And I’d like to say I’m rather confident it’s going to be a pretty attainable goal if the last week is any indication of what the future holds :)</p> <p>I am having the greatest time with some of the best people. The circle is widening, the light is shining even on the dreary rainy days, and I carry this happiness within my chest like a glowing orb of light. Poetic, eh?</p> <p>I've already crossed off taking a trip to the 24/7 diner (at midnight) and a night of star-gazing on the baseball field from my <em>To Do List</em>. </p> <p>Now about this whole love thing… ;)</p> <p>Things are good. I’m good. Life is good. </p> <p>Now I say this all pre-classes-starting aka pre-stress. But tomorrow’s the big day so only time will tell! </p> <p>Until next time :)</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-14913032616414417602012-08-13T11:27:00.001-04:002012-08-13T11:27:34.743-04:00I’m Not Lost<p>I’m not lost. I swear. </p> <p>Apparently my grand plan to blog more this summer totally went out the window somewhere between conquering a mile-long book list, getting ready for my first 5K and going on adventures with my friends.</p> <p>And I can’t say that I’m too sorry about that.</p> <p>Because, well, I was living. And that’s something that I need to be doing more of.</p> <p>With just one more week before I head back to one of my favorite places on this planet, I’ve decided that I need to write another <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2012/05/letter-revisited.html">letter</a> to myself. </p> <p>So that’s in progress—heavily detailed with how to do more of that living thing. </p> <p>Be on the look-out for that soon :)</p> <p>But for now, how about a quick, <em>here’s what my summer looked like</em> recap?</p> <p><strong>1. I hung out with my favorite kiddos. Oh their smiles…I’m gonna miss them :(</strong></p> <p>              <img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage3.s3.amazonaws.com/1167a7eac87111e1a8761231381b4856_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" />   <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2p0et5K63wU/UCkc2oqg-II/AAAAAAAAE_I/vtdQk4IpqsA/s1600-h/IMG_1838%252520copy%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_1838 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_1838 copy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-6WU-1nOruy0/UCkc3JpSY3I/AAAAAAAAE_Q/LE-CkjbhgMo/IMG_1838%252520copy_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" height="299" /></a></p> <p><strong>2. My girls (minus our favorite fourth) came for a visit to celebrate Tanya’s birthday.</strong> </p> <p><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage1.s3.amazonaws.com/81bfa188cef111e18e5722000a1e8abd_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" /></p> <p><strong>3. Taylor and I went on lots of random adventures. We were bored. We needed things to do.</strong></p> <p><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage8.s3.amazonaws.com/5e781234d53911e18d1322000a1cba90_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" /><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage10.s3.amazonaws.com/ef67e472cd6e11e18d8622000a1e8ba3_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" /><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage0.s3.amazonaws.com/79fdc430cd3d11e19c6622000a1e89ba_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" /><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage5.s3.amazonaws.com/42c7ddfcc3c911e19e4a12313813ffc0_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" /><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage6.s3.amazonaws.com/ce0e26cab27911e1ab011231381052c0_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" /><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage6.s3.amazonaws.com/c567b824b9b311e1a8761231381b4856_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" /></p> <p><strong>4. My sweet friend from high school, Kelsey, got married. Danielle, Taylor and I took advantage of our pretty dresses and took some fun pictures!</strong></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-_xLiTfMJKW4/UCkc3ure6eI/AAAAAAAAE_U/qvrv3md0lx0/s1600-h/DSC_0214%252520copy%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0214 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0214 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-TaHhVMvipKM/UCkc4GLUj5I/AAAAAAAAE_Y/vs7BXsE0MWs/DSC_0214%252520copy_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="252" height="322" /></a>   <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-oOw0wQSiuHo/UCkc4tSpArI/AAAAAAAAE_k/eGUYGvKYr5M/s1600-h/DSC_0215%252520copy%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0215 copy" border="0" alt="DSC_0215 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-jU-hC5BJqu4/UCkc5Y5CkII/AAAAAAAAE_w/9YAIXn72cfA/DSC_0215%252520copy_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="395" height="322" /></a><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage0.s3.amazonaws.com/a1448804de9911e1ad5c123138100de9_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" /></p> <p><strong>5. I ran. A lot. The girls and I are gearing up for our first 5K this fall and I’m super excited about it. More to come on this little adventure!</strong></p> <p>        <img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage5.s3.amazonaws.com/0e8a740eacd211e1b9f1123138140926_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" />   <img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" border="0" src="http://distilleryimage3.s3.amazonaws.com/eba3303ae3b711e1ab3822000a1e9632_6.jpg" width="306" height="306" /></p> <p><strong>6. As I said at the beginning, I’ve read pretty long list of books this summer. I’m trying to cram my whole list in before I head back to school. Any John Green fans out there? Just started <em>Looking for Alaska. </em>Pretty sure he’s my new favorite author. And I’m on page 66. Yeah…</strong></p> <p>I’ve missed every body so much! <a href="http://www.anniewiltse.com/">Annie</a> and I got caught up last night and I realized how much I’ve missed all my bloggie friends! So if you’re still out there reading, leave a little note in the comments—I’d love to catch up with you :)</p> <p>I hope everyone has had a spectacular summer and I promise to be a much better blogger this upcoming year. </p> <p>Now off to finish up that letter…<em>if I can refrain from picking my book back up.</em></p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-89221796848959287622012-06-28T17:36:00.001-04:002012-06-28T17:36:29.717-04:00Let Go and Move On : Attitude is Everything<p><font color="#a5a5a5"><strong>Girls you’ve gotta know when it’s time to turn the page.</strong> <em>Tori Amos</em></font></p> <p align="right"><font color="#f79646"><strong>Be the heroine of your life, not the victim.</strong> <em>Nora Ephron</em></font></p> <p><font color="#a5a5a5"><strong>Attitude is everything.</strong> <em>This lovely little pin I found in my car</em></font></p> <p>When I woke up this morning, all of these sentiments were coursing through my veins—my own personal mantra. It was time to get up. It was time to get moving. </p> <p>Then during my morning run, as my feet moved to the beat of the new Maroon 5 CD, the words danced around in the back of my mind bringing a smile to my face, the feeling of happiness spreading through my chest.</p> <p>For someone who has a deep desire to control every little thing in her life, I find letting go to be a huge personal struggle. Accepting people are not puppets in my life play, allowing events to unfold as life has destined them to—it all weighs on me heavily. </p> <p>It’s something that I’ve come to realize will more then likely be a lifetime struggle for me, but I’m learning to deal. Going on adventures with no parameters beforehand, making plans on the fly. Baby steps. </p> <p>But because of this need to constantly be in control, when things begin to spiral out of my reigns—from little things like a rain shower that came out of nowhere to the bigger <em>life</em> things—I often allow them to begin controlling <strong><em>me</em></strong>. </p> <p>My mood shifts. I close up. And I begin to feel like the victim of my life story.<em> (As if I’m the only one in the world who has ever had a bad day—I do realize how ridiculous this sounds!)</em></p> <p>But as the great, late Nora Ephron said, we must be the heroines of our life, not the victims. </p> <p>With that in mind, it’s time for me to turn the page and start the next chapter of my life. Leaving the past in the past and working on letting go of the things that I cannot control. </p> <p>And the foundation for that is my attitude. </p> <p>From choosing how to respond to others to reacting to events that occur in my life, attitude dictates everything. </p> <p>If I let the little things slide off my back, if I treat others kinder then I’m feeling, and if I just remember that I am my own heroine and that I’m not a victim, every thing will just go so much smoother. And I will be so much happier. </p> <p>Today has been the <strong>perfect</strong> example of this ideology! :) </p> <p>It’s amazing what will happen when you decide to just let go, to move on, to relinquish control and to let life lead you where you’re going.</p> <p>Every thing just seems to fall into place perfectly! :)</p> <p>The day, the future, life in general—they all seem so much brighter. Simply because you decided to be happy. You decided to see them that way. You decided to have a good attitude. </p> <p>So when you’re having a rough day, what do you do to stay positive? To stay happy?</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-76812355961910711922012-06-12T12:51:00.001-04:002012-06-12T12:51:36.295-04:00Tuesday Miscellany<p>I was working on this lovely post to recap my weekend, but then decided that a quick, miscellaneous post worked better for this rainy Tuesday.</p> <p>So shall we begin the miscellany?</p> <p><strong><font color="#f79646" size="4">Family</font></strong></p> <ul> <li>My aunt Brooke and cousin Riley were in from Arkansas for the graduation season. And man did we relish in the <em>all being together </em>thing again. There were dinners filled to the brim with yummy deliciousness, catching up around Aunt Holly’s huge kitchen table, nights full of never-ending conversation and good music, and lots and lots of laughter. Our family isn’t perfect, far from it even, but there is one thing that we do well—and that is love. We love each other with such a passion that no amount of time, space, or family tension could ever snap the branches of our family tree.  It is their love and this idea of family, that I am so blessed to be grounded and rooted in. As much as I have watched mistakes be made by my family members, watched as they hurt one another for various reasons, watched as they have had their faith tested by a plethora of reasons, I have also watched their resilience, their strength, their forgiveness, and their growth. At the end of the day, family <em>is </em>what it comes down to and I know that my family will always there to catch me when I’m struggling with their woven net of love. And that metaphor holds firm for us all. </li> </ul> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-0i3ANobi1CM/T9dzcBHEViI/AAAAAAAAE80/jzx7JcXdQFA/s1600-h/601384_4199343302753_1157866263_n_th.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="601384_4199343302753_1157866263_n_th" border="0" alt="601384_4199343302753_1157866263_n_th" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-4j4Waxzd62A/T9dzcv_z5hI/AAAAAAAAE88/d16yCW0R7AE/601384_4199343302753_1157866263_n_th%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="332" height="338" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Gmnsm9cZoMI/T9dzc6aAlTI/AAAAAAAAE9E/zMloc3kmKbc/s1600-h/269309_4199346022821_1664400386_n_th%25255B1%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="269309_4199346022821_1664400386_n_th" border="0" alt="269309_4199346022821_1664400386_n_th" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3fVn57xBupY/T9dzdaiEHcI/AAAAAAAAE9M/qhOgwzuL0Ac/269309_4199346022821_1664400386_n_th%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="331" height="337" /></a> </p> <ul> <li>My baby sister graduated. It was such a bittersweet day. And I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried through about 95% of the ceremony. There will be lots more celebrating in the next few weeks because we’re throwing a Pinterest-inspired graduation party for our little Mountaineer—no tears there, just best wishes and lots of smiles :) </li> </ul> <p><font color="#000000"></font></p> <a href="file:///C:/Users/Hannah Banana/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter1286139640/supfiles8F00189E/426.jpg"><font color="#000000"></font><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Q2pj9Fhx7XI/T9dzdy6VzEI/AAAAAAAAE9U/_dVtixZQQqk/s1600-h/42_thumb32.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="42_thumb3" border="0" alt="42_thumb3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-flXE9wvagFc/T9dzeCBjrEI/AAAAAAAAE9c/YrpYtrLGIOM/42_thumb3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="673" height="413" /></a></a></a> <font color="#000000"></font><a href="file:///C:/Users/Hannah Banana/AppData/Local/Temp/WindowsLiveWriter1286139640/supfiles8F00189E/505.jpg"> <p><font color="#000000"></font><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hRLHhRuW5Xo/T9dzed4SHtI/AAAAAAAAE9k/ICqNiJQmtWU/s1600-h/50_thumb24.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="50_thumb2" border="0" alt="50_thumb2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-d3p8n_IuLT0/T9dzhtkDfTI/AAAAAAAAE9w/yTzsGBaZycM/50_thumb2_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" height="295" /></a></p> </a><font color="#000000">     <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-uDgIkvkg1xc/T9dzh93UQvI/AAAAAAAAE94/lGefN7GsqXQ/s1600-h/37_thumb37.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="37_thumb3" border="0" alt="37_thumb3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7Wms2x8N8bY/T9dziZ0m6XI/AAAAAAAAE-A/MdM5YiJIPbg/37_thumb3_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="458" height="295" /></a></font><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-NBVrfRWMoTc/T9dziqa_3YI/AAAAAAAAE-I/Ykqxam3PeR8/s1600-h/32_thumb32.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="32_thumb3" border="0" alt="32_thumb3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zY-r9hzDua0/T9dzjAyitWI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/mWXPwo5rs9E/32_thumb3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="673" height="449" /></a><strong><font color="#f79646"></font></strong></a> <p><strong><font color="#f79646"></font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#f79646" size="4">Friends</font></strong></p> <ul> <li><font color="#000000">Taylor and I took a road trip (complete with snacks, music and our famous life discussions) to visit our friends Danielle and Aubrie down in Blacksburg. And oh my goodness did we have fun! They had planned quite the adventure planned for us: a 2 mile hike up to a beautiful waterfall. It was quite a work-out, but the views and the company made it <em>so</em> worth it. We rested up a bit and then Taylor and I explored downtown Blacksburg and took an unofficial tour of Tech’s campus and I’m pretty sure I fell in love with the school’s architecture and the charm of downtown. We ended up playing charades—I am embarrassed to admit for how long—and indulging in a few adult beverages for the rest of the night. Now I am not normally a huge charades person, but oh my word, was it fun! I am so thankful to still be so close with <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-forever-and-always-friends.html">these girls</a>, 2 years out from high school. It’s crazy to think that in 2 more years we’ll probably be scattered all over, but we’re going to have to plan an annual trip or something. These are some of the only people that I can just pick right back up where we left off. I love them all so much!</font></li> </ul> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Frsc8ZwqvgY/T9dzjf09DVI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/gpDmmewcHDU/s1600-h/255536_4023807002569_1349143981_n%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="255536_4023807002569_1349143981_n" border="0" alt="255536_4023807002569_1349143981_n" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Mb5VtQVpVG8/T9dzkLgUGoI/AAAAAAAAE-g/iRpnuVAQd94/255536_4023807002569_1349143981_n_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="673" height="379" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LqRcXcozwdE/T9dzkTvJ5yI/AAAAAAAAE-o/Z7mU3aoVKt0/s1600-h/10%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="10" border="0" alt="10" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xm4WrG93sng/T9dzkwtZ3FI/AAAAAAAAE-w/W3k87-zqwKc/10_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="673" height="474" /></a></p> <p><strong><font color="#f79646"><font size="4"><em></em></font></font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#f79646"><font size="4"><em>The Girls</em></font></font></strong></p> <ul> <li><font color="#000000">Has anyone watched <em>The Girls </em>on HBO before? It’s gotta be my new favorite show—the storylines and the humor are what make it for me. One of Hannah’s best one-liners: <strong><em>“When I look at you, a Coldplay song plays in my heart.”</em></strong> Stopped me dead in my tracks. And made me laugh.  This would be the Coldplay song that plays in <em>my </em>heart:</font></li> </ul> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d6a36de6-1ece-4ac9-a6fd-4f932cba7fac" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="dfa77b32-5b69-4933-852d-02df5fb77198" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqWLpTKBFcU" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-v4RdPh8NayU/T9dzlVWasRI/AAAAAAAAE-4/lMwF8WNA9R8/video43d78b11e1fb%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('dfa77b32-5b69-4933-852d-02df5fb77198'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"690\" height=\"387\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/EqWLpTKBFcU?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/EqWLpTKBFcU?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"690\" height=\"387\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p><strong><font color="#f79646" size="4"></font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#f79646" size="4">Job</font></strong></p> <p><font color="#000000">More on this soon! :)</font></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><font color="#f79646" size="4">Christian Grey—makes me want to cry.</font></strong></p> <p><font color="#000000">Seriously. And I hope that I’m not the only one.</font></p> <p>The first book made me cry in just one particular spot. And now I’m about half way through book 2 and just cannot shake the feeling that I want to breakdown and sob. I absolutely love Christian and Ana, but there’s just something about this love story that hurts my heart.</p> <p> </p> <p>I think that about wraps it up for my miscellany post! It’s a rainy day around these parts, but I’m embracing it—first with a cup of coffee on the front porch and now with…well you’ll <em>see </em>soon enough! :) </p> <p>Happy Tuesday friends! </p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-32064508894831501412012-06-08T13:27:00.001-04:002012-06-08T13:28:10.440-04:00Finding Happiness<p>Remember <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2012/05/letter-revisited.html">this post</a> when I was talking about life’s hills and valleys? And how I kind of felt like my own life was experiencing a valley?</p> <p>Well one Friday night, a few weeks ago, I was talking to my friend Taylor and I confided in her that I couldn’t remember the last time that I felt<em> genuinely happy</em>. </p> <p>Do you know how absolutely devastating it is to say that? To <em>feel</em> it?</p> <p>Sure I had had plenty of moments where I was happy. Smiling and laughing—happy.  </p> <p>But I’m talking about those moments, those memories in your life where you look back hours, days, even years later and just smile, remembering every detail and how  irrevocably happy you were. </p> <p>There was nothing to hinder the happy.</p> <p>There was no fog-like hurt to creep in around the edges of that happy memory.</p> <p>Where you just kind of bask in your sheer and blissful happiness.</p> <p>And for someone who was used to spending the majority of her time being happy, this realization that I was struggling to find genuine happiness, was a crippling blow.</p> <p>Just like when something clicked in my head years ago, I just kind of had an <em>ah-ha</em> moment. (Potentially prompted by the writing of the <em>Eat, Pray, Love</em> <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2012/05/attraversiamo.html">post</a>.)</p> <p>I couldn’t blame this unhappiness on something, someone.</p> <p>If I was going to be happy again, genuinely happy, I was going to have to do work. </p> <p>I was going to have to work on me.</p> <p>So I set out with a little plan.</p> <p><em><strong>Just as it should, it started with church,</strong> </em></p> <p>We were at church for an event and I crept off from the rest of the group to steal a few minutes for myself in the sanctuary alone. </p> <p>Just me and God. </p> <p>And I totally get that you can have moments with God, anywhere at anytime, but there’s just something about sitting in His house, alone in the quiet, and just feeling like you’re sitting <em>with Him</em>.</p> <p>I sat in the very back of the sanctuary, in one of the gliders for the mommas with babies, and glided, gazing up at the huge stain glass image of Jesus praying in the Garden of Gethsemane.</p> <p>I guess what happened then was a bit between me and Him, but I just remember feeling the burden of my unhappiness being lifted from my shoulders and a kind of stillness come over my heart. </p> <p>And I cried.</p> <p>When I finally got up, I took one last look at the beautiful image, leaving the sanctuary knowing that God had started the process of growth within me. </p> <p>The sweetest thing is that every Sunday that I go in there, I look up at the huge window and smile. It’s like a special secret just between me and God—<em>well I guess now you, too</em>. </p> <p>It’s like the rainbow for Noah. </p> <p>It’s the promise that He is always, and will always, be there for me: to carry all of my burdens and to help guide me in my life.</p> <p><em><strong>then there were friends, </strong></em></p> <p>Because my friends are another guiding force in my life, and because the whole thing kind of started with my confession to Taylor, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to really go this alone. </p> <p>I found myself calling upon them with another favor of friendship; for their love, their support. And every one of them responded with such gusto and compassion that I’m not sure I will ever possibly be able to thank them for all that they’ve done for me.</p> <p>Tanya with her funny words and unending love, Meredith with her concern and her house as a get-away, Taylor and her understanding ways and always-there ear. </p> <p>And then there was Brittany with her Skype dates and her words that could just…well here, you can see, “…I’m pretty sure that’s what makes us great friends. We get through things. Together. And we help each other become better people…I mean everything happens for a reason. And we’ll find out why all as friends.”</p> <p>She loves me. She loves us. And we love her. And she’s right, as friends we are always there for each other and this is one of those times when they’re there for me.</p> <p>Because that’s what we are, a family of friends. Where one’s burden is another’s. Just like one’s joy is everyone’s.</p> <p>And in the end, we’re just going to be even closer, better friends then we were before.</p> <p><em><strong>and a little homework assignment.</strong></em></p> <p>Kind of like that little saying where you can find something good in every day, I’ve decided to find moments of genuine happiness in each and every day.</p> <p>A new addition to my journal.</p> <p>When I first started, it was a few brief moments scattered about each day.</p> <p>But in my next post, I’ll share the first <em><strong>evening</strong></em> where I was genuinely happy—I hope that it will actually be extended to my entire weekend, but only time will tell.</p> <p>I understand that this whole change thing takes baby steps. Some days are much better than others. Some hours seem to tick by excruciatingly slow and yet others fly by.</p> <p>On the whole, though, I feel so much better. </p> <p>My heart feels lighter. I’m growing. I’m changing. </p> <p>I’m doing this.</p> <p>I can <em>(continue to) </em>do this.</p> <p>I will be genuinely happy. <em>Again.</em></p> <p><em></em></p> <p>I hope that each of you has a lovely weekend! :)</p> <p>It’s graduation around these parts and then another exciting weekend adventure!</p> <p>See you Monday!</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-79836674077758546152012-06-01T10:06:00.001-04:002012-06-01T10:09:43.246-04:00Wait for me somewhere between reality and all we’ve ever dreamed<p>Happy Friday, friends! :)</p> <p>To kick-off another beautiful, albeit busy, summer weekend, how about a music post?</p> <p>Here’s some of the music* that I can’t get enough of lately:</p> <p><font size="2">*Fair warning that it’s the most random collection of songs ;)</font></p> <p><strong><font color="#8fb08c">The Hourglass by The Morning Of</font></strong></p> <p><font color="#8fb08c"><em>I am stuck tangled between these sheets / From when you woke up right next to me / We’ll let our bodies break the morning light / A distant memory of fading nights</em></font></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:04bfba03-e4b7-46d2-aa38-f8fa206794e7" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="a6860aa1-21a3-4153-8e9c-fd14c51a0610" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwcn7YoBUDc" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-cZstvPx0AAc/T8jMWEvCbnI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/qso0OuNHMR0/videofbb9401b2704%25255B14%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('a6860aa1-21a3-4153-8e9c-fd14c51a0610'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/lwcn7YoBUDc?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/lwcn7YoBUDc?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div><br> <p align="right"><strong><font color="#8fb08c">Gimmie that Girl by Joe Nichols</font></strong></p> <p align="right"><font color="#8fb08c"><em>Gimmie that girl with the hair in a mess / Sleepy little smile with her head on my chest / That’s the you that I like best / Gimmie that girl</em></font></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c79223fc-ee27-44ea-ad67-05fb7188ebbe" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="ca0ad2f5-9356-4f95-a0d1-655eb214ba07" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmekzvbKrF8" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-QZAC-GLICJ0/T8jMWWqiqvI/AAAAAAAAE8c/A8aEnNk6c50/video91722d680566%25255B14%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('ca0ad2f5-9356-4f95-a0d1-655eb214ba07'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/NmekzvbKrF8?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/NmekzvbKrF8?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div><br> <p align="right"> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><strong><font color="#8fb08c"></font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#8fb08c">All Your Life by The Band Perry</font></strong></p> <p><font color="#8fb08c"><em>Would you catch a couple thousand fireflies? / Yeah, and put them in a lamp to light my world / All dressed up in a tux and bow-tie / Hand deliver to a lonely girl</em></font></p> <p><em><font color="#8fb08c">Well, I don’t want the whole world, no / The sun, the moon, and all their light / Yeah, I just want to be the only girl / You love all your life / You love all your life</font></em></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:4b6e351e-08dd-4c58-9f4e-ee04b0ed7b7b" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="a3967575-8d7d-4fe5-82f4-7f73954b3d78" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpdh4pPl0Ck" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-XLXbQnnUD28/T8jMWvHDpaI/AAAAAAAAE8g/uV9MGqYd2Ig/video5570320e7b1b%25255B14%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('a3967575-8d7d-4fe5-82f4-7f73954b3d78'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/mpdh4pPl0Ck?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/mpdh4pPl0Ck?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div><br> <p align="right"><strong><font color="#8fb08c"></font></strong></p> <p align="right"><strong><font color="#8fb08c">If I Had a Gun by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds</font></strong></p> <p align="right"><em><font color="#8fb08c">If I had the time / I’d stop the world and make you mine / And everyday would stay the same with you </font></em></p> <p align="right"><em><font color="#8fb08c">Give you back the dream / And show you now what might have been / If all the tears you cry would fade away</font></em></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d6de6343-d72b-44dd-bf93-2d1f9b459a82" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="4552b6ae-aa8d-4ff4-bdd6-7263d0dd5e10" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1NMUDb3Ewhs" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1LGq_nt5PKM/T8jMXFKKMuI/AAAAAAAAE8k/J5Nlyc_sWPk/video8b332bb08bd0%25255B14%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('4552b6ae-aa8d-4ff4-bdd6-7263d0dd5e10'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/1NMUDb3Ewhs?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/1NMUDb3Ewhs?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div><br> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><strong><font color="#8fb08c"></font></strong></p> <p><strong><font color="#8fb08c">Brokenhearted by Karmin</font></strong></p> <p><em><font color="#8fb08c">You’re replaying in my brain, find it hard to sleep, oh oh / Waiting for my phone to blow</font></em></p> <p><em><font color="#8fb08c">S</font></em><em><font color="#8fb08c">ee I’ve been waiting all day / For you to call me baby / So let’s get up, let’s get on it / Don’t you leave me broken hearted tonight </font></em></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:edf0d999-0f83-4c58-a758-61337f026517" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="956df819-c942-40a7-9012-b49d17592e00" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8cbak34DR0" target="_new"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-weiRrhXWbn8/T8jMXQdTV1I/AAAAAAAAE8o/Q39IkVTBwW4/video3e7dee264906%25255B14%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('956df819-c942-40a7-9012-b49d17592e00'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/s8cbak34DR0?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/s8cbak34DR0?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div><br> <p align="right"><strong><font color="#8fb08c"></font></strong></p> <p align="right"><strong><font color="#8fb08c">Alone With You by Jake Owen</font></strong></p> <p align="right"><em><font color="#8fb08c">Don’t put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can’t stay / Don’t slip your hand  under my shirt and tell me it’s okay / Don’t say you love me cause you know you’re gonna love me and leave</font></em></p> <p align="right"><em><font color="#8fb08c">I don’t see you laugh / You don’t call me back / But you kiss me when you’re drunk</font></em></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:f9650f25-13e0-47d3-8980-a0f3b091b836" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="6681e390-62b7-4ca3-a1f2-f612d68c548d" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3EpArAtGJQ" target="_new"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gGWzOSDQG50/T8jMXlK-KqI/AAAAAAAAE8s/y2fZC1ysbQE/video3e8a4a6c8a8e%25255B14%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6681e390-62b7-4ca3-a1f2-f612d68c548d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3EpArAtGJQ?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Y3EpArAtGJQ?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p>For some reason, when the summer weather hits, the country stations become my go-to on every car ride. There’s just something about summer, sunglasses, the windows rolled down, driving down country roads, and, well, have country music blaring.</p> <p>It makes me feel like I’m in a music video ;)</p> <p>I hope that you enjoyed these songs as much as I’ve been enjoying them as of late!</p> <p>Leave me your current favorites in the comments and have a spectacular weekend :)</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-23769450350420419232012-05-31T10:32:00.001-04:002012-05-31T10:37:50.422-04:00Attraversiamo<p>They say that there’s a time and season for every thing. </p> <p>Senior year of high school was not the right time or season for reading <em>Eat, Pray, Love</em>. At least not in my life.</p> <p>It was an enormous struggle for me to move through the beaded chapters of the book. I just couldn’t connect to the author, to her struggles, her emotions—any of it. </p> <p>I gave up on finishing the book before Liz even got to Bali. And if I’m totally honest with myself, I’m pretty sure that I had mentally checked out before she even got to India, actually. </p> <p>And for someone like me, who absolutely adores reading—the getting lost in a whole other world, learning about myself through the author’s adventures—it was just so very weird and unusual.</p> <p>But flash forward 2 years—through 2 years of college, 2 years of memories, experiences and adventures.</p> <p>I’d like to think that over the course of the 2 years, that I’m in a different place in my life. That I’ve grown and changed and progressed along my journey, the journey along which I find myself—a journey that will undoubtedly last my entire lifetime.</p> <p>And in this life progression that has occurred over the past 2 years, it seems that my life has brought me back to <em>Eat, Pray, Love</em>. </p> <p>And this book was <strong><em><u>so</u></em></strong> very ready to have its time and season with me. </p> <p>But how exactly did this all come about?</p> <p>Because I most certainly did not wake up one morning with a grand revelation that my life would be better, richer, fuller, more beautiful even, if I simply re-read this book. </p> <p><em>No, no I did not.</em></p> <p>It was kind of two-part journey back to <em>Eat, Pray, Love. </em></p> <p>Because I’m a stubborn person and refuse to fail at something, I had placed the book back on my summer reading list. I was determined to get through it this time—and by gosh, I was going to learn something, too.</p> <p>Then one morning, about 2 weeks after I had gotten home from college, I woke up, not feeling the best. So I rolled over and flipped my TV on and low and behold, <em>Eat, Pray, Love </em>was on. Now because of my absolute disdain for the book, I had never watched the movie—I was sure I was going to hate it, too. <em>(Can we all see the general trend of stubbornness here?)</em></p> <p>But because I already felt terrible, what more did I have to lose? </p> <p>Turns out a soaking-pillow’s-worth of tears. </p> <p>But there was also laughter. I smiled and laughed and happy-cried enough that I actually started to feel better. </p> <p>So it just seemed like destiny when I finished the second book on my summer reading list and visited the bookshelf in search of the third when the first book that caught my eye was <em>Eat, Pray, Love.</em></p> <p>I might have been going a little bit out of my list’s order, but who was going to tell on me?</p> <p>Best decision I ever made. <em>Well…at least the best decision of the day.</em> </p> <p>And then, kind of like Liz dove into her relationship with David, I dove into a relationship with the book. </p> <p>I fell hard and I fell fast.</p> <p align="center"><strong>~</strong></p> <p><font color="#f79646" size="7"><strong>eat</strong></font></p> <p>I read about Liz’s adventures through Italy in a single night. </p> <p>My heart swelled as she talked about the places that she visited, remembering my own trip and adventures there. The sights, the sounds. Mmmm…and the food she ate, I can still taste the pizza in Florence, the wine in Rome, as if it was yesterday. </p> <p>One just becomes so enamored with the Italian lifestyle—living solely for pleasure, for happiness.</p> <p>It’s a strange concept for me, a college-aged girl, who is so focused on merely getting to that all elusive “next step” in my life…whatever and wherever that may be. So now it means trying to find moments every day to just do <em>nothing </em>and to begin learning to live my life in the present, for the pleasure and the happiness that each day may bring to me.</p> <p><em>“In desperate love, we always <strong>invent</strong> the characters of our partners, <strong>demanding </strong>they be what we need of them, and then feeling <strong>devastated </strong>when they refuse to <strong>perform</strong> the role we <strong>created</strong> in the first place.”</em> </p> <p><em>“I love you, I will never leave you, I will always take care of you.”</em></p> <p><font color="#f79646" size="7"><strong></strong></font></p> <p><font color="#f79646" size="7"><strong>pray</strong></font></p> <p>And then it was her trip to India—the first night I fell asleep reciting the Hamsa meditation chant. Let me tell you, I slept better that night then I had found myself sleeping in a long while. </p> <p>As much as Italy had connected with my memories of Europe and learning to live for pleasure, India connected to a place deep inside of me. </p> <p>It hit me in the soft spot, as some would say, hard and fast. </p> <p>I felt Liz’s pain like I felt my own, I understood her control issues because they’re the same ones I have, everything about Liz…I just <strong>got </strong>it, I guess. </p> <p>It was like I was Liz and this was <em>my</em> story about finding strength within me, about making peace with the past, about letting go.</p> <p>About finding God within myself.</p> <p>About loving…me.</p> <p>Just thinking about this part of the story makes me want to cry. It was so, <em>so</em> good. </p> <p>And if you couldn’t already tell, now that you see all these quotes, it’s safe to say that this part of Liz’s journey was my favorite…</p> <p>(Or maybe I just really liked Richard from Texas seeing as he said most of this ;)</p> <p><em><em>“You have </em>no<em> idea how strong my love is.”</em></em></p> <p><em>“People think a <strong>soul mate</strong> is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who<strong> shows</strong> you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so that you can <strong>change</strong> your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they <strong>tear</strong> down your walls and <strong>smack</strong> you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. And thank God for it.”</em></p> <p><em>“So <strong>miss</strong> him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it.” </em></p> <p><em>“See, now that’s your problem. You’re <strong>wishin’</strong> too much, baby. You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be.”</em></p> <p><em>“Life didn’t go your way for once. And nothing pisses off a <strong>control freak</strong> more than life not goin’ her way.”</em> </p> <p><em></em></p> <p><strong><font color="#f79646" size="7">love</font></strong></p> <p>And then there was Bali. </p> <p>And for someone who is typically all romance, all the time, you would think that I would have loved Bali. Loved Liz falling in love again.</p> <p>But I actually struggled with getting through this part of the book. Almost as much as I had in high school.</p> <p>And maybe that’s saying something. Maybe I’ve got the <em>eat</em> and the <em>pray</em> down. </p> <p>Maybe I’m just not ready for the <em>love </em>quite yet.</p> <p>But I did it, I finished. </p> <p>And I found two beautiful quotes that completely tied up everything that I learned from Liz Gilbert’s journey…</p> <p><em>“<strong>Happiness</strong> is the consequence of personal <strong>effort.</strong> You <strong>fight</strong> for it, <strong>strive</strong> for it, <strong>insist</strong> upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to<strong> participate</strong> relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about <strong>maintaining</strong> it, you must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it. If you don’t, you will <strong>leak</strong> away your innate contentment.”</em></p> <p><em>“It’s easy enough to <strong>pray</strong> when you’re in distress but <strong>continuing</strong> to pray even when your crisis has passed is like a sealing process, helping your soul hold tight to its good attainments.”</em></p> <p align="center"><em><strong>~</strong></em></p> <p>I read somewhere that when you read a book at the right age, the story will stick with you forever. You might not remember the characters or every plot detail, but you <strong>will </strong>remember the way the book made you feel, carrying what you learned with you in life.</p> <p>I wasn’t the right age for <em>Eat, Pray, Love</em> when I tried reading it the first time.</p> <p>But this…this was totally the right time and season in my life for <em>Eat, Pray, Love. </em></p> <p>I was the right age. I was in the right mindset. I had the right prior experiences. </p> <p>I was ready for change.</p> <p>Man am I glad I was too stubborn to let this book slip through the cracks…</p> <p>Because Liz Gilbert, she gets me and I’m so glad that someone does.</p> <p>And as she would say, I guess I knew all along that I was going to end up here. </p> <p>Happy and okay.</p> <p>Sometimes we just need a trip around the world, or even something as simple as a reading a memoir to make us realize that.</p> <p><em>“And maybe it was this present and actualized </em>me<em> who was hovering four years ago over that young married sobbing girl on the bathroom floor, and maybe it was </em>me<em> who whispered lovingly into that desperate girl’s ear…Knowing already that <strong>everything would be OK</strong>, that everything would bring us together here. Right here, right to this moment. Where I was always waiting in peace and contentment, always waiting for her to arrive and join me.”</em></p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-32819875137613575102012-05-27T20:40:00.001-04:002012-05-27T20:45:06.571-04:00My First Dance<p>My grandmother always has a way of exposing me to the most wonderful of things—the summer plays at Shenandoah, a taste for new foods, a fashion sense that’s to die for, and probably the biggest and most special thing—she shows my sister and I how to be strong, Christian women through her words and her actions. </p> <p>This little story focuses on plays. </p> <p><em>I just wanted to take the opportunity to note how special my grandma is and add the other extra details :)</em></p> <p>One night, a few years ago, I found a seat on the couch as my grandmother put on a record. The night’s share would be the Broadway classical recording of <em>Phantom of the Opera. </em></p> <p>At the time, the movie was about to be released and before I could experience Hollywood’s adaptation, my grandmother wanted me to listen to and learn about the original score and musical by the great Andrew Lloyd Webber. </p> <p>As we listened to the record, my grandmother reading along with the script that accompanied it, the room was filled with the amazing notes and melodies that I sat, mesmerized, listening to. </p> <p>I know that I didn’t quite understand the story at the time. Didn’t understand my grandmother’s tears as the Phantom lost every thing that he held dear to him—his love, his music. It wasn’t until a couple of years later and many, many viewings of the movie—which I fell in love with—that I really fully understood Webber’s musical.</p> <p>But there is one thing that I will never forget about that night; my first experience with <em>Phantom of the Opera.</em></p> <p>As the soft notes of, “All I Ask of You,” began, when Christine and Raoul share their love for one another and their promises for a life together, my grandmother shared how she had always wanted the song to be the one that my parents chose for their first dance. </p> <p>Like I said earlier, at the time, I don’t think that I quite understood the absolute loveliness, tenderness of the beautiful love song. </p> <p>It wasn’t until this morning, as I let the movie’s soundtrack envelope me on my ride home from Maryland <em>(I am fully aware that this was an odd thing to chose to listen to)</em>, that I really listened to the lyrics. </p> <p align="center"><font color="#f79646" size="5"><em><strong>Love me, that’s all I ask of you</strong></em></font></p> <p>Their haunting beauty. The way they convey the natural desire to love and be loved in return. It was just so magical.</p> <p>Oh love.</p> <p>And in that moment, I also realized how ridiculous my silly parents were for not choosing the song for their first dance.</p> <p>So “All I Ask of You” is now No. 1 on my list for my wedding’s first dance list. <em>Probably should start that list now…you know, cause I’m getting married really soon ;)</em></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 629px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:3105d826-3ba0-4871-b679-1adf0c6ab010" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="8c341c52-8885-4951-bac7-be52262ff32d" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97BarPHtcBU" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sAztu09ZBWI/T8LJjhFFHQI/AAAAAAAAE6g/whVWgzVY17s/videoe99c822f7612%25255B41%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('8c341c52-8885-4951-bac7-be52262ff32d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"629\" height=\"353\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/97BarPHtcBU?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/97BarPHtcBU?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"629\" height=\"353\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:629px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Such a beautiful love song.</div></div> <p>Anyone else have the song for their first dance picked out? </p> <p>Or just love <em>Phantom of the Opera </em>as much as I do?</p> <p>_____</p> <p>P.S. I might<strong> love</strong> “All I Ask of You,” but “Masquerade” and “Think of Me” will always be tied for my favorite songs from the musical. </p> <p>Especially…</p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 629px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:0e97e0c3-470b-48b8-969b-7e0e93853307" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="86b63145-b790-4e2b-b53e-5393ba02d5b0" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjM1Lrsb7I8" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZboJgrsoJ0w/T8LJj8cxboI/AAAAAAAAE6k/tcuzreHmdUg/video3cc6626ef830%25255B16%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('86b63145-b790-4e2b-b53e-5393ba02d5b0'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"629\" height=\"353\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/XjM1Lrsb7I8?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/XjM1Lrsb7I8?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"629\" height=\"353\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:629px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade/They have their seasons, so do we/But please promise me that sometimes/You will think of me</div></div> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-61695979464666361312012-05-23T09:26:00.001-04:002012-05-23T09:26:34.209-04:00Wordless Wednesday<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-krsN-9w7sfA/T7zleKROpoI/AAAAAAAAE1M/WZxoJhCO67M/s1600-h/Colton%25255B9%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Colton" border="0" alt="Colton" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-tydOfv6wiXo/T7zlenIcn0I/AAAAAAAAE1U/ykE5D6db6ZI/Colton_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="712" height="395" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-xKzI9O8nqVU/T7zlfSNk8-I/AAAAAAAAE1c/TIBk9IgOyvM/s1600-h/Baylee%25255B11%25255D.jpg">  <img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Baylee" border="0" alt="Baylee" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-a0j4rApQb70/T7zlf1BG7HI/AAAAAAAAE1k/d197xFhjAC8/Baylee_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="341" height="515" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-T6nItaIF_pQ/T7zlhjbZ33I/AAAAAAAAE1s/W-MMYs29bto/s1600-h/Bek%252520and%252520Colton%25255B10%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Bek and Colton" border="0" alt="Bek and Colton" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-7YXAuBqrRCA/T7zliHnWKtI/AAAAAAAAE10/eRNySnWvUcA/Bek%252520and%252520Colton_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="338" height="515" /></a></p> <p><em>(I’m back from my</em> <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2012/05/closing-time.html">everything</a> <em>break—and that includes blogging! I’ll be back soon with another Great Summer Reads post! I hope that this post finds everyone well—Happy Wednesday!)</em></p> <p><em>(P.S. I like how in my head, the fact that these are in parenthesis and italics makes them semi-invisible so therefore, this is still a true-to-the-word, Wordless Wednesday post.)</em></p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-74564427177772775452012-05-10T09:43:00.001-04:002012-05-10T09:43:58.437-04:00Closing Time<p>I was just getting into the groove of blogging again.</p> <p>But I think I need to take a little break.</p> <p>A blogging, tweeting, tumbling, pinning everything kind of break.</p> <p>But I promise, I’ll be back soon! :) </p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-4598324354063040552012-05-09T11:15:00.001-04:002012-05-09T11:19:24.909-04:00A Little Music-spiration<p>I love music. </p> <p>I love sharing music with you.</p> <p>And right now, I’m kind of throwing myself into new music so my <em>to share list</em> is about 20 songs long. But because including them all would make for an incredibly long post, I’ve picked 3 of my current favorites for you on this sunshiny Wednesday morning.</p> <h4><font color="#f79646">1. <em>Be Ok</em> by Ingrid Michaelson </font></h4> <p><em>I just want to know today, know today, know today / Know that maybe I will be ok</em></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:132e6e49-f866-4043-9803-2ca77732ade2" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="2c519457-189a-4ac1-8967-1963ef862cd9" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpMI8Qu5fsc" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Rul3p5zGBsM/T6qK9mdGV5I/AAAAAAAAEtE/IAuU9II4ah8/videobef91fcdc738%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2c519457-189a-4ac1-8967-1963ef862cd9'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"631\" height=\"354\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/vpMI8Qu5fsc?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/vpMI8Qu5fsc?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"631\" height=\"354\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:631px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">This song is so poppy and upbeat. Just like Everybody, this song just makes you want to get up and dance around your room no matter how you might be feeling. It makes you feel a little bit more lighthearted and happy. I can’t get it outta my head!</div></div> <h4><font color="#f79646"></font></h4> <h4><font color="#f79646"></font></h4> <h4><font color="#f79646">2. <em>Come Pick Me Up</em> by Ryan Adams <font size="1">(Explicit language)</font></font></h4> <p><em>You know you could / I wish you would</em></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:07100319-4118-4125-90e2-4783bd13850d" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="f0b61576-8f62-46c1-8ac4-18d94721f958" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kM0mjukDGRw" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3To3RghhkR4/T6qKHTo0OhI/AAAAAAAAEtM/au3mcEXiMyY/video089f240875a2%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('f0b61576-8f62-46c1-8ac4-18d94721f958'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"631\" height=\"353\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/kM0mjukDGRw?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/kM0mjukDGRw?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"631\" height=\"353\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:631px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Okay, so this is the total opposite of the last song—it’s sad, depressing and totally heartbreaking. But there’s just something so honest and true about it; it’s so haunting that I can’t help but love it.</div></div> <p> </p> <p>And I saved the best for last…</p> <h4><font color="#f79646">3. <em>Something Good Can Work </em>by Two Door Cinema Club</font></h4> <p><em>Let's make this happen, girl, you gonna show the world / That something good can work and it can work for you / And you know that it will</em></p> <p> </p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d7fec163-688c-4ae3-915f-d36214f08c42" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="f66359b7-2816-4e65-aee9-350b9a037ea0" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PorW3y5n1w" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-iJ_FzGJcwxE/T6qKH468f8I/AAAAAAAAEtQ/08LTasp-AEc/video53db697eaeac%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('f66359b7-2816-4e65-aee9-350b9a037ea0'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"631\" height=\"353\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/1PorW3y5n1w?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/1PorW3y5n1w?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"631\" height=\"353\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:631px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">This is my current favorite song! So fast and fun. You can’t help but dance in your seat and feel a smile on your face. Oh my goodness—love it :)</div></div> <p>That wraps up this little music-spiration post. </p> <p>Happy Wednesday, friends.</p> <p>Leave your current favorites in the comments so I can check them out! :)</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-27747188970236439862012-05-08T12:14:00.001-04:002012-05-08T12:14:21.533-04:00A Letter: Revisited<p>Well as of 8:34 this morning, sophomore year was officially over.</p> <p>And that means that besides it being <strong><em><u>SUMMER!!,</u></em></strong> it is also time to read and respond to the letter that I wrote myself in August. </p> <p>Truth be told, however, I may have read the letter last week. But at least I saved responding to it until the official end of the year :)</p> <p>So I figured that I would just copy a few parts of the letter (you can read it in it’s entirety <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/08/letter.html">here</a>) to read and reflect on.</p> <p align="center">-</p> <p align="left">From my wish-list/to-do list…</p> <p><em>:: Wednesday night IHOP runs.</em></p> <blockquote> <p>There was only one IHOP night this semester, but there were quite a few last fall. Filled with pancakes and hot chocolate with whipped cream and lots of being loud with friends, nestled in a booth in the corner. I’m pretty sure we’re the costumers that every waitress fears getting stuck with—the loud and boisterous ones who joke and laugh through their meals.</p> <p>IHOP nights might have slacked off, but Sheetz runs…oh my goodness. I am pretty sure that B and I spent every other night there last semester. And this semester there was just as many late night fried food and Slurpee trips.</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Continue my no soda pact. </em></p> <blockquote> <p>Mmm. Sorta. </p> <p>I definitely don’t have it nearly as much as I used to…not even one a week. But I have had a few Cokes to get me through the late nights and rough days.</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Take a nightly walk on the river. </em></p> <blockquote> <p>This is one that I’m incredibly sad to say didn’t happen. B and I took many walks…in the daytime. We didn’t get down to the river at night this year, though :(</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Try the </em><a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/08/post-it-note-you-are-beautiful.html"><em>You are Beautiful</em></a><em> experiment. </em></p> <blockquote> <p>Another thing I dropped the ball on…next year I am for sure doing this!</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Do something big, spontaneously. </em></p> <blockquote> <p>Mmm. Another thing I don’t think that I really did.</p> <p>I guess I’m too much of a planner.</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Go to Greece and Italy with the bestie.</em></p> <blockquote> <p>Heck yes! We definitely did this and we did it well. There was lots of food, lots of wandering, and lots of wine. A trip that I will definitely remember for a lifetime.</p> <p>I would go back in a heartbeat!</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Miss my family and my cats.</em></p> <blockquote> <p>I don’t think it is possible to explain how much I miss my family and my cats when I’m at school.</p> <p>Yes, BC may be my place, but there are still those days where you want nothing more than a hug from your momma or a nap with your cat.</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Take a drive to Moscow.</em></p> <blockquote> <p>Didn’t happen :(</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Turn my back on drama.</em></p> <blockquote> <p>Two words: wishful thinking.</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Be too loud. </em></p> <blockquote> <p>Of course! Probably to the chagrin of some others.</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Be a friend.</em></p> <blockquote> <p>There is so, so much that I have learned about being a friend this year.</p> <p>I started off strong on the whole, being a friend thing. There were many late nights and kitchen talks and river walks. Sitting around for hours just talking, from one random thing to the next. Then there were other conversations rooted in seriousness, faith and trust.</p> <p>But then, I hate to even admit this, I kind of dropped the ball on some of the friendships that I hold nearest and dearest to me. I didn’t put as much time, care, and love into them as friendships truly need.</p> <p>And by some great grace of God, I have been blessed with a group of friends who have not deserted me in my time of mindlessness and misgivings. These girls have stood by me, weathering this storm, and for that and for them, I will forever and ever be grateful. I know that I couldn’t have gotten through this semester without them.</p> <p>So it is my duty now to go forth and be great friends to them once again. To remember their love for me and to return it tenfold.</p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Speak kindly and smile.</em></p> <blockquote> <p>I know there have been many times this year that I haven’t spoken kindly. A few too many for my taste.</p> <p>But overall, I think that I have spoken kindly. </p> <p>And smiled through it all. <em>Mostly.</em></p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Always love. </em></p> <blockquote> <p>Kind of like speaking kindly…I know that there are times that I should have loved better. </p> </blockquote> <p><em>:: Enjoy every singly minute of being a poorer-than-poor, college student. </em></p> <blockquote> <p>Check. </p> <p>There were many adventures had, many memories made, and a few mistakes…well, life lessons that needed to be learned, I suppose.</p> </blockquote> <p><em>I want May 2012 Hannah to read this and smile, mentally checking off each of the must-do’s and adding all the other great memories that were made over the course of this next year. </em></p> <p><em>I want May 2012 Hannah to be happy, and healthy and confident. I want her to be…wonderful.</em></p> <p><em>So to May 2012  Hannah, I hope it has been one heck of year.  That you’ve done all these things and more. That you stayed true to yourself, hold some great friendships near to your heart, and found out even more about yourself. </em></p> <p><em>I hope that when there were the bad days you remembered that these were still the best days of your life; that you were blessed and loved and could do anything your heart and mind desired to do.</em></p> <p><em>Here’s to the next leg of our journey.</em> </p> <blockquote> <p>I don’t even know how to respond to this last little part. </p> <p>Because the truth is, right now I don’t feel too happy or confident. </p> <p>It’s been one heck of a year, I’ll give it that. A great one even, I’m not going to deny it.</p> <p>I continue to hold many friendships near and dear to me and I have learned more lessons than I can count. If there is one thing that I can say without wavering: I have learned so much about myself this semester, this year really.</p> <p>But it wasn’t all good days. We have to have the bad days to enjoy the greatness of good ones I guess.</p> <p>The highs have been as high as the lows have been low.</p> <p>The latest leg of my journey has not gone as expected and I find myself in one of life’s valleys. But I’m working through it and I know that the hill I’m going to come out of on the other side will be bright and sunny and beautiful.</p> <p>I will not let this little bump in the road overshadow all the good days.</p> <p>So here’s to finding the happy, confident Hannah once more.</p> </blockquote> <p align="center">-</p> <p align="left">Well that was a neat little experiment. One that I definitely think I will be trying again.</p> <p align="left">I’ve thrown myself into writing this semester. In my journal, writing letters I’ll never send, blogging. </p> <p align="left">It’s such a great way to document your life and the lessons that you’ve learned. And oh goodness, going back and rereading them—you don’t know whether to cry or to laugh. I guess that’s growing, though, right? </p> <p align="left">I guess since this is kind of a wrap-up of my year, how about the annual end of year video? For some reason, Vimeo isn’t letting me embed the video, but here’s the link: <a title="http://vimeo.com/41533724" href="http://vimeo.com/41533724">http://vimeo.com/41533724</a>!</p> <p align="left">I hope everyone is having a good week! :)</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-38982727972162390692012-05-01T22:12:00.001-04:002012-05-01T22:12:00.840-04:00Maybe You Should Fly a Jet<p><em>Maybe you should fly a jet.</em></p> <p><em>Maybe you should be a vet.</em></p> <p><em>Want to be a ticket taker? </em></p> <p><em>Want to be a pizza maker?</em></p> <p> </p> <p>BC’s education department is nationally ranked and recognized and so it’s no surprise that the field experience/practicum area of the department is nothing less than remarkable. As candidates in the teacher education program, we have more experiences then most future educators have to be out in classrooms observing and getting hand-on experience. And for this, I am so incredibly blessed.</p> <p>This semester, alongside my Diversity in the Classroom course, I had my first field experience.</p> <p>My Monday afternoons were my bright spots in the week and I couldn’t wait to be bombarded with hugs and ‘<em>I love you Miss Hannah’s!</em>’ I was placed in a pre-k program at a local elementary school and the warmth and affection that I received from both the teacher and the students was something that I will never forget. </p> <p>The teacher that I was placed with was one that I will work to emulate in my own classroom; from her teaching style to her nature with the children, she was a remarkable role model. </p> <p>This practicum was only an observational one, but my cooperating teacher allowed me to have my own small group each week and I was able to get to know the children one-on-one and work with them on various activities. </p> <p>As you can probably guess, I was pretty bummed when my last Monday came this week. (I only needed to observe 10 hours for the course, but I ended up finishing out the semester because I loved it so much! :) )</p> <p>However, the little going away present they gave me made saying goodbye a little bit easier. </p> <p>I received a collection of Dr. Seuss stories to start off my classroom library; and one of the books in the collection was a favorite of mine—hence the title of this post.</p> <p>But the special<em>est</em> part of the book was just inside the cover.</p> <p>All the kids signed their names so that I could remember them always.</p> <p>It was so cute and just perfect. I know that I will cherish it always. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-q_zukGTdFeg/T6CX4My1PWI/AAAAAAAAElE/iiZAP_BbvQ8/s1600-h/image%25255B12%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vCDQDmDBBLQ/T6CX7jWfBUI/AAAAAAAAElM/QC4QsNIFxkk/image_thumb%25255B8%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="614" height="471" /></a></p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-19872977297855189282012-04-30T21:22:00.001-04:002012-04-30T21:22:31.929-04:00Phone Dump<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-2gBC2FttdEs/T5861MKMyVI/AAAAAAAAEkI/nT_yH3nK8m4/s1600-h/phone%252520dump%2525201%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="phone dump 1" border="0" alt="phone dump 1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VnzRg7k_hao/T5861jKkQ2I/AAAAAAAAEkM/u13N33itXZQ/phone%252520dump%2525201_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="667" height="511" /></a></p> <p><em>My favorite day of the year a.k.a Relay for Life *  The roomie and I made a Greek salad for our Greece and Italy reunion night—it was just as delicious as it looked * So the roomie and I are the best at getting into shenanigans. This one was caught on camera</em> and <em>by the SRA * Reminiscing over Italy in Physics class * I jammed my pinky in my steering wheel and the little kazoos that EP were handing out as publicity that day turned out to be the perfect size for a make-shift splint *</em> <em>B and I had a Drown Our Sorrow night and indulged in lots and lots of fast food and a viewing of Titanic * Miss B’s baby brother was born!!!! * D and I at T’s birthday party * T and I at her birthday party * My favorite girl and I over Spring Break * The sister and I on Easter</em></p> <p>And that concludes my first phone dump, post-hiatus. </p> <p>I hope everyone had a great Monday! :)</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-20126310337141705602012-04-29T17:00:00.001-04:002012-04-29T17:00:01.548-04:00I Think It’s Gonna Snow.<p>Could I actually, possibly, may be blogging? I think it’s going to snow. </p> <p>But it’s almost summer. And this has kinda always been my summer thing.</p> <p>So I guess it’s time to dust the mike off and get back into the groove of things around here. </p> <p>You can thank Tumblr and my life for my absence. </p> <p>This semester has definitely been one for the books, or well I guess the blogs you could say. </p> <p>There’s a lot that I want to say. A lot that I want to share.</p> <p>Many thoughts and things that are just sitting in my journal. </p> <p>But for right now, that’s where they’re going to have to stay.</p> <p>I couldn’t go all out in my first post back could I? ;)</p> <p>This is just a mini-post to say: <em>Hi! I’m alive. I will be writing here again, quite shortly. Within a week and a half, hopefully :)</em></p> <p>I will be reading and responding to <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/08/letter.html">this</a> very soon, too! I’m thinking another one is quite possibly going to be in the works, too. And maybe even a phone dump!</p> <p>And because sharing music is one of my favoritest things to do here. I’ve had the same 20 songs on repeat for the past few weeks and these are some of my faves:</p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:b2c57599-f97a-4982-b47d-5d19cacdb8ac" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="2f860295-ce6d-4030-badd-775f9c843cdd" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDrrJqO7zZM&feature=results_main&playnext=1&list=PLF3390AB6F6728EE2" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/--QznlUcofqk/T52rzbskZ6I/AAAAAAAAEjU/-Dq3MIn8vOI/video63e5119ce782%25255B12%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('2f860295-ce6d-4030-badd-775f9c843cdd'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/aDrrJqO7zZM?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/aDrrJqO7zZM?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Quite possibly, one of the most beautiful (and heartbreaking) songs that I’ve ever heard.</div></div> <p> </p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a802bfc8-14de-4ec6-a47a-a64c45f0f587" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="307ff891-2e4f-41a8-8ccb-28271f2584b2" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RDdmfWsrsw" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-b58IgQsXAbI/T52rzmwUafI/AAAAAAAAEjc/gCdNDp1Wrv0/video722498bef878%25255B11%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('307ff891-2e4f-41a8-8ccb-28271f2584b2'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/8RDdmfWsrsw?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/8RDdmfWsrsw?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">A long time favorite. Thank you Grey’s Anatomy for introducing me to the wonderful Tegan and Sara.</div></div> <p> </p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:c583ee26-470b-42f4-840c-fa41b2872da0" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="9526df28-37a8-4a8d-8e92-e7c5b819dee5" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M70-D_sV1Ak" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9ThpkjudF1k/T52rz-SDeeI/AAAAAAAAEjk/zrm2QWZXw1g/video671ea946c599%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('9526df28-37a8-4a8d-8e92-e7c5b819dee5'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/M70-D_sV1Ak?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/M70-D_sV1Ak?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">“I’m looking for the brighter days to come my way…”</div></div> <p> </p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:2fa08ef0-a643-4e5b-91cf-138487c63016" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="31c1d892-78bd-4ae0-81f2-5fd3dfef66d6" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yyjd5zi9Wxw" target="_new"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gp_4kz7Ds20/T52r0HNvYYI/AAAAAAAAEjs/o4JFWqNqTwI/video271806960917%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('31c1d892-78bd-4ae0-81f2-5fd3dfef66d6'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Yyjd5zi9Wxw?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Yyjd5zi9Wxw?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"448\" height=\"252\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Words cannot even begin to describe the wonderfulness of this video.</div></div> <p>I hope this post finds each of you well! I can’t wait to get caught up with you! :)</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-33708542860497638042012-02-07T18:24:00.001-05:002012-02-07T18:26:36.655-05:00It was Real, Y’all.<p>It’s been over a month. And I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m even writing now is to prolong studying for the 2 quizzes that I have tomorrow. </p> <p>But I guess it doesn’t matter why I’m here, just that I’m writing again—at least in this little corner of the universe. My journal’s been getting quite the earful as of late. </p> <p>I haven’t written about my amazing adventures in Athens, Rome, Florence and Venice in January. In all honesty, I haven’t even begun to edit the massive amounts of pictures that I have. I guess in some way going through, editing my favorites and having them printed makes it all too final that that chapter of my life is over.</p> <p>I occasionally browse through them as they sit on my computer waiting, remembering all the sights, the smells, and the feelings. And it’s like I’m right back there again. It’s just me and the memories. </p> <p>It isn’t that I don’t want to share. I just don’t want them to lose their magic…</p> <p>I guess I understand now how hard it is to understand the beauty and amazingness of Greece and Italy without going there yourself so I just want everyone to appreciate it as much as I did. So when I do share, I’m going to try my hardest to encapsulate every moment of sheer epicness that I experienced in Europe. </p> <p>But for now, I’m just going to share a couple group pictures that I’ve “collected” from Facebook. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-G2RMU7ElqJY/TzGyoeBYGlI/AAAAAAAAD5k/gT6wNVpVm0g/s1600-h/groupatacropolisfaraway%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="groupatacropolisfaraway" border="0" alt="groupatacropolisfaraway" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-naSrZO294pw/TzGyo_Ok2zI/AAAAAAAAD5s/ueD4DXdGGrw/groupatacropolisfaraway_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="384" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-yr3ZcaaJ4pY/TzGypIxQTTI/AAAAAAAAD50/Bj1tPHPQDi4/s1600-h/groupatcolosseum5%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="groupatcolosseum5" border="0" alt="groupatcolosseum5" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vM13ESyFmW0/TzGyphte7bI/AAAAAAAAD58/_o_uz903A9w/groupatcolosseum5_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="335" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-L2jaAK5CXZI/TzGyp5VAkOI/AAAAAAAAD6E/_zKCiu0hELY/s1600-h/groupatgreece%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="groupatgreece" border="0" alt="groupatgreece" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GpEwOUwqypM/TzGyqUu-kYI/AAAAAAAAD6M/4jiKDAfkDy4/groupatgreece_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="335" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-V5JHrAhhI8E/TzGyqoTmfPI/AAAAAAAAD6U/0dOpg6XeVtE/s1600-h/groupatpantheon%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="groupatpantheon" border="0" alt="groupatpantheon" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-I1_kcv9fP3o/TzGyrB-yEtI/AAAAAAAAD6c/WKEehcMV6j0/groupatpantheon_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-baLsGXjBb_w/TzGyrVbR50I/AAAAAAAAD6k/4zRIblqZvNk/s1600-h/groupatshoes%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="groupatshoes" border="0" alt="groupatshoes" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-WQWqauWY2mU/TzGyr08aUsI/AAAAAAAAD6s/gph048NLoao/groupatshoes_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-O4XyWKSIeTg/TzGyspJ1fXI/AAAAAAAAD60/pC9mlo00EOE/s1600-h/groupatvatican%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="groupatvatican" border="0" alt="groupatvatican" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KAPUEzJ-gWk/TzGys5KjwzI/AAAAAAAAD68/JjXOVWdUtjc/groupatvatican_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="335" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pkuFDUTVo-o/TzGytaHEgBI/AAAAAAAAD7E/kKgWQ1wkLoQ/s1600-h/groupinvenice%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="groupinvenice" border="0" alt="groupinvenice" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vJxltEUU390/TzGytgj3xeI/AAAAAAAAD7M/DiPqsyZQrfA/groupinvenice_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-GB2zijcPUAI/TzGyuG7wdBI/AAAAAAAAD7U/HBqToY71ro0/s1600-h/marshill%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="marshill" border="0" alt="marshill" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-57LnfL-3xFE/TzGyurW-oFI/AAAAAAAAD7c/0h2x4ZRcVec/marshill_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-mqatpr4RIGU/TzGyuxMjFPI/AAAAAAAAD7k/mwTQ8T8FWrk/s1600-h/sifegreekislands%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="sifegreekislands" border="0" alt="sifegreekislands" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-g4SZRRokzsw/TzGyvJ0qpSI/AAAAAAAAD7s/2JnTWkC7d3g/sifegreekislands_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="333" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-MxTFO6BHiNM/TzGyvt8c6_I/AAAAAAAAD70/C2rDqZZl_XI/s1600-h/sifegreece%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="sifegreece" border="0" alt="sifegreece" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ydIxFyYGU4Y/TzGywEpmtfI/AAAAAAAAD78/WttsqBo83yQ/sifegreece_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="333" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UeUpv8tqVys/TzGywto9ttI/AAAAAAAAD8E/heET8QG3_tU/s1600-h/sifeinflorence2%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="sifeinflorence2" border="0" alt="sifeinflorence2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ywIN0-ff0oo/TzGyxL3vovI/AAAAAAAAD8M/XXjuaHJC3A0/sifeinflorence2_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-8cG-Euuo_3I/TzGyx2ApQZI/AAAAAAAAD8U/7URLqvFEasE/s1600-h/tanyaandionboat%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="tanyaandionboat" border="0" alt="tanyaandionboat" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aZGBMFHoJU0/TzGyyPderqI/AAAAAAAAD8c/KPOEgl-_iEM/tanyaandionboat_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="375" /></a></p> <p>It truly was the best 2 weeks of my life. I met some unforgettable people that I will never forget and I had some amazing adventures that I will carry with me forever.</p> <p>And when I finally get around to closing that chapter of my life, I will share the pictures with you.</p> <p>“It wasn’t lies, y’all. It was real.”</p> <p>Now to get onto writing about the beginning of my spring semester…</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-83862968518976540402011-12-31T16:52:00.001-05:002011-12-31T16:56:21.363-05:00Reflections and a Look Ahead<p>It’s that day.</p> <p>The day to reflect. </p> <p>It’s no lie that every time I read the world <em>reflect</em>, I laugh. Anyone reading this who is a Bridgewater Eagle of past or present will understand this one…oh PDP reflections.</p> <p>But back on topic. Reflections.</p> <p>So here it goes. This year…</p> <p><strong>There was </strong><a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunshine-centre-for-little-kiddies.html"><strong>the incident</strong></a>. I say with great confidence that it’s been mulled over quite enough now. It’s been<strong> </strong><a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you-letter-to-you-to-him.html"><strong>John 13:7ed</strong></a> <em>(read John thirteen sevened—yes, I did make that up</em>) to death. I’m quite happy to be leaving that in 2011.</p> <p><strong>We found a <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-normal-and-project.html">new normal</a></strong>. The reflecting Hannah would say to this—is there ever anything remotely normal about this life, though?</p> <p><strong>I had one of <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-of-days.html">“those days”</a></strong>. I think I can laugh at myself over all of that now…</p> <p><strong>I began the process of finding my place at BC…<a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/03/wordless-wednesday-pretty-park-pictures.html">finding my people</a>.</strong> There is so much that I want to say about each and every one of the people that I have come to call my friends at Bridgewater. More then I can say right now while being pressed <em>(I’ve been watching too much </em>Downton Abbey<em>.) </em>to<em> </em>get ready for tonight’s festivities. So a post about these lovely people is coming down the pike soon. For now—they are all so very important to me. I love them all.</p> <p><strong>We made some <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/03/bring-out.html">videos</a>. </strong>I’m a star, didn’t you know? Ha. I crack myself up. But really…we made many videos—some professional and some very unprofessional.</p> <p><strong>Miss B turned <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/04/miss-b-is-one.html">one</a>! </strong>And in the new year, Miss B will be getting a Mr. K! Yay for baby love!</p> <p><strong>I realized that I was <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-feel-like-my-life-is-suddenly-moving.html">alive</a>. </strong>How very, very observant of me. But really, I did. This goes back to the finding my people thing.</p> <p><strong>I finished my </strong><a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/05/show-goes-on.html"><strong>freshman year of college</strong></a><strong>. </strong>A huge triumph and a mini-mid-year-reflection at that.</p> <p><strong>I was <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/06/pure-enchantment.html">enchanted</a> (at the T. Swift concert, of course). </strong>Oh T. Swift. Why must you understand me so well? And your concert? It was absolutely enchanting.</p> <p><strong>I <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/08/meet-virginia-she-has-moves-like-jagger.html">met Virginia and danced with Jagger</a>. </strong>It was by far one of the best concerts I have ever been to—the awesome people I was with could have had something to do with it, too.</p> <p><strong>I wrote myself a <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/08/letter.html">letter</a>. </strong>I didn’t read it yet—I promise. I’m half way through sophomore year so I’m hoping I’ve at least crossed off half the things on my <em>to do</em> list.</p> <p><strong>We had some awesome <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-weekend.html">weekends</a> and got into some <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/09/random-shenanigans.html">shenanigans</a>. </strong>Oh the things we’ve done this year. </p> <p><strong>We made some <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/10/forever-memories.html">forever memories</a>. </strong>This goes back to the finding my people thing.</p> <p><strong>This too <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/10/friends-this-too-shall-pass.html">shall pass</a>. </strong>This also goes back to the finding my people thing. Sensing a theme to my life this year.</p> <p><strong><a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/10/homecoming-and-pictures-galore.html">Homecoming</a> weekend was awesome. </strong>Some of the reasons may have had nothing to do with Homecoming.</p> <p><strong>We attended <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-you-believe-in-magic.html">Halloween costume parties</a> and got into some <em><a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/11/has-it-really-been-two-weeks-days-seem.html">more shenanigans</a></em>. </strong>Tends to be what we do these days.</p> <p><strong>I was <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/12/everyday-im-baffling.html">baffled</a>. </strong>This year I found my people. This year was also a baffling year. </p> <p><strong><a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-catch-up.html">Christmas</a> came once more. </strong>And it was amazing.</p> <p>Man, what a year it has been.</p> <p>Full of ups and downs.</p> <p>Of making <em>and keeping</em> some of the best life-long friends a girl could have.</p> <p>It’s been another year of getting a step closer to finding that key to being me. </p> <p>All-in-all it’s been pretty awesome.</p> <p>And I absolutely cannot wait to see what 2012 has in store. It seems that it’s already shaping up to be one of my best years yet. </p> <p>As for resolutions?</p> <p>My friend Carrie and I were trying to come up with some today on Twitter.</p> <p>I think there’s just one thing I’m shooting for this year.</p> <p><a href="http://twitter.com/#!/misshannahdove"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jj9znfGtDcU/Tv-EE4AHjmI/AAAAAAAAD5M/AKaxtUU9_iM/image%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="440" height="270" /></a></p> I hope that each of you has an amazing NYE and that 2012 brings every thing that you want <em>and then some. </em> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-72316432218728208902011-12-28T21:48:00.001-05:002011-12-28T21:49:32.628-05:00A Christmas Catch-Up<p>The fall semester has ended.</p> <p>Christmas has passed.</p> <p>And I’m just now blogging. <em>Thank goodness I’ve picked up journaling or I would have completely missed a huge chunk of my life!</em></p> <p>Shall we flip through the pictures (both Droid and camera) so I can remember what’s happened in the past 24 days?</p> <p><strong>The Semester Ended with a Variety Hour, Secret Santa and Goodbyes</strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-BSNKJwYwPtQ/TvvUhl7R8KI/AAAAAAAADz0/Ubn0DsUFUPg/s1600-h/DSC_1143%25255B16%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; 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border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9DBcilaWgwY/TvvUnS_3bcI/AAAAAAAAD1c/cMqmhueUd1Y/image_thumb%25255B3%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="325" height="578" /></a><em>Does my Secret Santa know me or what?! M, won Best Gift of the Year with my mockingjay necklace! I’m determined to get my friends as excited about </em>The Hunger Games<em> as I am!!!</em></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong>Home Again! and an Adorable Christmas Play</strong></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Fe7BNhTr_o8/TvvUn8WBYHI/AAAAAAAAD1k/u1zeyYnUuQ0/s1600-h/image%25255B15%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-hABmRyKQlsg/TvvUovogUaI/AAAAAAAAD1s/EzsnAXB7-8U/image_thumb%25255B9%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="650" height="366" /></a></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong>I Made the Dean’s List (spending every day in the library paid off!)</strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1CvmKkTZBeY/TvvUp7S2hBI/AAAAAAAAD10/8uyJx91pYCc/s1600-h/image%25255B18%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/--U2fQv1vaVg/TvvUsAwnEEI/AAAAAAAAD18/nSbgbaJun-o/image_thumb%25255B12%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="650" height="366" /></a><em>Our table one night during Final’s week. Oh finals…</em></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong>Christmas is the Time for Baking Cookies!</strong></p> <p><strong><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-vNgRscwvjPg/TvvUsRttiCI/AAAAAAAAD2E/ltzc-bq_v-s/s1600-h/DSC_1296%25255B9%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_1296" border="0" alt="DSC_1296" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-fElWBqxUN60/TvvUs59nLvI/AAAAAAAAD2M/9_cNyWt1e0w/DSC_1296_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="395" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-1nK1mphSMx8/TvvUtB-507I/AAAAAAAAD2U/o1bqcdu_Iuc/s1600-h/DSC_1325%252520copy%25255B9%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; 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border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="2" border="0" alt="2" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-g11_okpldTE/TvvU4wRIf7I/AAAAAAAAD4g/0A9h4W6FEog/2_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="455" /></a></strong></p> <p>I think that about wraps up the past 24 days.</p> <p>In one week I jet off for Greece and Italy with my best friend/roommate, my New Testament prof from last semester, and about 20 other BC Eagles for our Interterm class and <em><strong><u>I am sooooooooooooooooooooo excited</u></strong></em>. I still don’t think it has fully hit me yet, though! And Mr. Santa Claus even brought me a new zoom Nikon Lens for the occasion!</p> <p>Now if I could only get my butt in gear to start packing—I loathe packing!</p> <p>So if you don’t hear from me for another 24 days, you know where I am! :) </p> <p>I hope that each of you had a wonderful Christmas and have a Happy New Year!</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-48961841065142651572011-12-04T18:17:00.001-05:002011-12-04T18:18:33.869-05:00Everyday I Am Baffling<p>Remember the <a href="http://littlemisshannie.blogspot.com/2011/09/awkward.html">awkward week</a>?</p> <p>Well I think it could be agreed upon, as this semester comes to a close, that the real one-word descriptor for the year thus far could be <em>baffling</em>. </p> <p>Seriously. I have never had my brain swirling with more unanswered, maybe even unanswerable questions, then ever before. </p> <p>And it’s confusing and frustrating and intimidating and exciting and…the list goes on and on.</p> <p>And I know that part of life is not knowing everything—it makes things more exciting. Some would even say that it’s the spice of life. </p> <p>But really? How many unknown’s can one person handle?</p> <p>I’m hoping that next semester brings a wave of answers, but <em>really</em>…with the way things are going, I’ll probably just have a million more questions. </p> <p>And I think I’m starting to be okay with that.</p> <p>___</p> <p>The end of a semester means the end of one of our friend’s time here at BC. </p> <p>So we’re rushing to take as many pictures as possible.  We’re living these last few moments of memory-making to the fullest. We’re preparing for a shift in our group dynamic. We’re bracing ourselves for changes to relationships. </p> <p>It’s a very bittersweet time. I know before the end there will be tears shed. But I also know that there will be laughs and smiles and hugs. Promises of reunions and future plans together. <em>(There enters one of the many baffling questions that I have.)</em></p> <p><em>___</em></p> <p>Some pictures of the past week or so…</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-KuWJ-1Yl8PM/Ttv_U4KuBwI/AAAAAAAADwc/ATewykur-Yk/s1600-h/image%25255B20%25255D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1HIJhYZ4GC8/Ttv_VRA2QwI/AAAAAAAADwk/yOBNsuXD8ko/image_thumb%25255B10%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="325" height="243" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3dXyDsRbXDU/Ttv_WWWYvYI/AAAAAAAADws/KXBtWqGdZKc/s1600-h/image%25255B21%25255D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4yxNR9Z-nlQ/Ttv_YPX_KeI/AAAAAAAADw0/SwSE2kfg1So/image_thumb%25255B11%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="325" height="243" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-x1oMuN1Y4Nc/Ttv_afYrFfI/AAAAAAAADw8/mTXfTAOY3EY/s1600-h/image%25255B26%25255D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MOHNoKE9U9k/Ttv_cPWR6jI/AAAAAAAADxE/l7LVAmqTEtI/image_thumb%25255B16%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="650" height="488" /></a>  <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1iKxbE4n-oY/Ttv_dHMiPwI/AAAAAAAADxM/HBj0AgIRE84/s1600-h/image%25255B25%25255D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-kD_FORl9c9w/Ttv_dsCa4cI/AAAAAAAADxU/j8xI9sFPIwA/image_thumb%25255B15%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="325" height="183" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-5cI30uCT8J8/Ttv_ev2maVI/AAAAAAAADxc/pyf5KzTvTaw/s1600-h/image%25255B28%25255D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-tbnR7-fLoLA/Ttv_fCSwxsI/AAAAAAAADxk/28Z-W138iIo/image_thumb%25255B18%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="325" height="183" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-J0D8DlnDYHA/Ttv_fUE_ZgI/AAAAAAAADxs/Kxk7ZVgX1zA/s1600-h/2011-12-02_17-40-57_22%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-12-02_17-40-57_22" border="0" alt="2011-12-02_17-40-57_22" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ADlradIKFsk/Ttv_fzUHauI/AAAAAAAADx0/FyECk8e_9HA/2011-12-02_17-40-57_22_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="366" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jUiKm3t1qGo/Ttv_gBR-uBI/AAAAAAAADx8/Lkz04ARFaws/s1600-h/2011-12-04_15-54-00_839%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-12-04_15-54-00_839" border="0" alt="2011-12-04_15-54-00_839" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YutgRmYq4TY/Ttv_gWGS7uI/AAAAAAAADyE/HXM_UoHXBT0/2011-12-04_15-54-00_839_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="155" height="276" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mbYVeMkSPM4/Ttv_glyodZI/AAAAAAAADyM/lhykrzGCM5U/s1600-h/2011-11-27_19-35-47_964%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-11-27_19-35-47_964" border="0" alt="2011-11-27_19-35-47_964" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-KhrFbhRyDig/Ttv_hATUyqI/AAAAAAAADyU/GBd7EYT5tbY/2011-11-27_19-35-47_964_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="155" height="276" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-zVfYDf23mRQ/Ttv_he6smxI/AAAAAAAADyc/67Fva8cOF0A/s1600-h/2011-12-03_01-56-03_684%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-12-03_01-56-03_684" border="0" alt="2011-12-03_01-56-03_684" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-btataCXQpTc/Ttv_h5VOiaI/AAAAAAAADyk/fTlUjjMEv5Q/2011-12-03_01-56-03_684_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="155" height="276" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-FbdVLyqrOCo/Ttv_itVjMDI/AAAAAAAADys/4JHyQE9JyY0/s1600-h/2011-11-27_18-13-50_448%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-11-27_18-13-50_448" border="0" alt="2011-11-27_18-13-50_448" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-UaarqYO-MBY/Ttv_jiErtKI/AAAAAAAADy0/O8Gt5PfoAsg/2011-11-27_18-13-50_448_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="155" height="276" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-p-GAKNXvWIM/Ttv_j3O7AMI/AAAAAAAADy8/_5WI_Hen_ik/s1600-h/2011-11-27_16-39-20_633%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-11-27_16-39-20_633" border="0" alt="2011-11-27_16-39-20_633" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-GyqCGXCdKgc/Ttv_kJnb1-I/AAAAAAAADzE/NP9bv6BE4SE/2011-11-27_16-39-20_633_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" height="183" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-culMotIrFp8/Ttv_kMkonSI/AAAAAAAADzM/SA03S1bRKag/s1600-h/2011-11-27_18-13-43_476%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2011-11-27_18-13-43_476" border="0" alt="2011-11-27_18-13-43_476" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-e4Va4MvPc34/Ttv_kVa59eI/AAAAAAAADzU/Q0oEeJCnuxM/2011-11-27_18-13-43_476_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="325" height="183" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HyRlHnzoyvw/Ttv_k1OwLDI/AAAAAAAADzc/KdPCnOYE1Xg/s1600-h/desks%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="desks" border="0" alt="desks" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-R-ZYe1GSf5I/Ttv_leXAJPI/AAAAAAAADzo/IM3lUKjGBJk/desks_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="650" height="325" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>___</p> <p>I hope that each of you has an awesome week! And for my college bloggie friends—good luck with your finals; we’re <strong><em><u>ALMOST</u></em></strong> done!!!!!!! :)</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-36924809489658254442011-11-24T12:43:00.001-05:002011-11-24T12:43:43.440-05:00Happy Thanksgiving!<p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-A0I-VwRJlJU/Ts6CM_JDl_I/AAAAAAAADuY/svYX_wbwsGQ/s1600-h/Iamsothankful5.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="I am so thankful" border="0" alt="I am so thankful" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--XYumKnrk3E/Ts6CNafEygI/AAAAAAAADug/0_NUlmEXeBY/Iamsothankful_thumb10.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="101" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--5VNqP-jx_w/Ts6CNkDHEaI/AAAAAAAADuo/MLhtMIUxO6k/s1600-h/19.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="1" border="0" alt="1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LO2NphiEHBU/Ts6COMpxQcI/AAAAAAAADuw/CBCzPcRRHvU/1_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="1008" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bbOz1vP1SOI/Ts6COvC2M8I/AAAAAAAADu4/4wBG7CtO4-g/s1600-h/26.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="2" border="0" alt="2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-v98UVrDD3jI/Ts6CPVIypRI/AAAAAAAADvA/aOGPlY_HSr0/2_thumb7.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="570" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-dhwrI09zVBo/Ts6CP7MZI1I/AAAAAAAADvI/1QD5mLUBmH4/s1600-h/group225.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="group2 (2)" border="0" alt="group2 (2)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-3XuUpKjuwac/Ts6CQfCJh7I/AAAAAAAADvQ/AMqg_BorvSk/group22_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="304" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zF8hosTnbVI/Ts6CRNiHpFI/AAAAAAAADvY/k8_MG8j-6l4/s1600-h/311.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="3" border="0" alt="3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-QZCAdlfsvgM/Ts6CRjvdgAI/AAAAAAAADvg/amPFp6OfwfQ/3_thumb12.jpg?imgmax=800" width="490" height="495" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-GkgS5smhJJQ/Ts6CSIbyh4I/AAAAAAAADvo/87kWIalESbM/s1600-h/46.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="4" border="0" alt="4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-l53aUJb0Xi0/Ts6CS8W8xvI/AAAAAAAADvw/Br2ejD3gOKA/4_thumb4.jpg?imgmax=800" width="505" height="577" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-DpeI2xIBCcQ/Ts6CTMDwAAI/AAAAAAAADv4/J2AnOnyY2cc/s1600-h/MeredithPicture5.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="MeredithPicture" border="0" alt="MeredithPicture" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-7U2_AlpIm6Y/Ts6CTiEfZFI/AAAAAAAADwA/qWCm2CKEwAY/MeredithPicture_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="356" /></a></p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849671914738217399.post-26471872676827411102011-11-23T11:45:00.001-05:002011-11-23T11:45:09.244-05:00Remembering<p><em>I know who my friends are; I know who is there for me forever and always and who loves me for me. </em></p> <p>And I really need to work on trusting this knowledge. To not distance myself or question and belittle my friendships—I need to have faith.</p> <p><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/582776269/"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-P_UqgsCM_lY/Ts0jCZbPBJI/AAAAAAAADto/DkgEUmTwB-M/image41.png?imgmax=800" width="209" height="312" /></a> <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/270627865/"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZEvRDEaeksA/Ts0jC7SC5CI/AAAAAAAADtw/Ev4JpR8dluY/image48.png?imgmax=800" width="170" height="312" /></a><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/111886371962085653/"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-3Vba4nz3gmM/Ts0jDTJ9h6I/AAAAAAAADt4/qP14QvEzjh8/image34.png?imgmax=800" width="312" height="234" /></a>  </p> <p><em>I know that the little things, the stresses and the assignments, will always pass.</em> </p> <p>And I really need to work on remembering that.</p> <p><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/111886371962084027/"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--WlvxDF_owM/Ts0jD8BNn_I/AAAAAAAADuA/Y4Tnl4F6yig/image13.png?imgmax=800" width="312" height="312" /></a><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/111886371962082832/"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-NLRRnhYwWbA/Ts0jEcG1poI/AAAAAAAADuI/kwv0xOabF60/image20.png?imgmax=800" width="416" height="312" /></a> </p> <p>And remembering to breath. All of it, the journey, it’s just life. And I need to live it, love it and enjoy it.</p> <p><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/111886371962084090/"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="image" border="0" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DMJQkd_KiU4/Ts0jFJccwMI/AAAAAAAADuQ/mMnIxqeGNzI/image6.png?imgmax=800" width="454" height="312" /></a> </p> <p>What do <strong><em><u>you</u></em></strong> need to work on remembering?</p> Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17322250457786646153noreply@blogger.com3