tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46524726241392697912024-03-18T20:06:41.799-07:00Life of Hannah: Forward and Backwardspal·in·drome (pāl'ĭn-drōm') A word, phrase, name, or sentence that reads the same forward and backward.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10372153336263656311noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-34174123836523618882013-01-15T12:52:00.003-08:002013-01-15T23:08:45.509-08:00NEW BLOGSY!!!!!If you still like following me, I have a new blog now because I'm all new and improved.<br />
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Follow me! Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-60951404332297663402012-09-06T14:02:00.001-07:002012-09-06T20:13:45.494-07:00Minus the Greenberg add a Hurd<div style="text-align: left;">
I did not realize how hard it would be to introduce myself after getting married! It is sort of embarrassing when someone asks you what your name is and you have to think twice. I wonder if people think that I'm lying to them when they ask what my name is and I say, "Hannah Gree.. I mean Hurd." Also, my name went from long to short, so it kind of feels odd that when I introduce myself and it goes by .1 second faster than usual. But other than the few semi awkward moments that I've had recently, married life is the BOMB. Don't get me wrong I LOVE calling Saje my husband (even though it makes me feel so old), but you have to admit fiansaje was just so much more fun (and clever) to say. Saje is not my boyfriend, not my fiance, not my future husband, MY HUSBAND! I've grown up on myself without realizing it! Kind of crazy if you ask me. </div>
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My life lately has been a whirl wind. One minute I'm in summer school, the next AZ for dress alterations, then wedding day, then AZ open house, then my last semester of school started, and today I start teaching again! Time flies when you are having fun (but seriously). I've already been married three weeks and it seems like I haven't even caught up with the times yet! I love it!</div>
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Saje spent the whole summer in Kentucky selling security systems for Vivint so that is one reason why we got married a week before school started. Because of that reason, our "honeymoon" was in a Scottsdale resort so that we could be in AZ for our open house. Since last weekend was a three day weekend (Labor Day), we decided to go on a trip to St. George as an extended "honeymoon!" My Grama Jackie lives there and we were able to stay at her house. She works at the Tuacahn and was able to get us tickets to see Hairspray! It was a blast, thanks so much Grama!</div>
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Turns out Saje loved it so much that he wanted to see Aladdin as well! So we did. And we liked it. A LOT. </div>
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We also decided to do some hiking at the Snow Canyon National Park. We went by ourselves before sunset. Here is Saje with the sage hehe ain't he handsome?! </div>
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I happen to REALLY love this picture of Jacquie and I in one of the tubes! She is cooler than me with her head lamp. </div>
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Later that day we tagged along with Jacquie's family and went to a place called Sand Hollow (or something like that). It was like a beach, and if you swam out to these cliffs, you were able to do some cliff jumping! It was pretty fun, but after a LONG day of hiking and swimming a mile, Saje and I were pretty pooped. Unfortunately I have no document of that adventure so you will just have to imagine :). </div>
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The day before we went to St. George, it was the first Utah game of the season! I have fourth row seats this season and need less to say I was pretty dang stoked! I bet your mascot never pulled a Queen Elizabeth and sky dived (dove?) into the stadium.<br />
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Oh and I yelled out this guys name and he waved at me. Saje got a picture of me being really happy about it after the fact. I love hangin out with Pres. Uchtdorf. </div>
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Also, we found my bestie Carolyn at the Brigham City Temple open house! The temple is REAL close to Saje's home town so I have a feeling we will be there often :). </div>
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PS Saje and I are wanting to plan something fun for October break because we have free night stay wedding vouchers to lots of places! Let us know if you have any bright ideas, it can be most places in the US.</div>
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1. I am celebrating my last MONTH being an independent individual. After this month, no more bed to myself. No more singles ward (hallelujah). No more making decisions completely on my own. No more living with just girls. No more having my own stuff. No more having to say goodbye to Saje at night. No more virgin eyes (just laugh, it's funny). No more last name I've had my whole life. No more me, myself, and I. No more "for MYYY wedding I'm gonna..." No more wondering who the father of my kids will be. No more not knowing how to cook (help!). No more a lot of things! AM I PREPARED FOR THIS?!?! "Been plannin' it for years" -Squints Palledorous. But seriously, I'm so nervous and happy and ready to take it alllllllll on. It will be the start of a really awesome adventure. Bring it. <br />
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2. I LOVE THE FOURTH OF JULY! I love being an American (even though I wish I had a British accent). I remind myself every. single. day of my weird accent, even if it might be a "Utah" accent, whatever that means. Anyways, I notice that I pronounce Mountain without a T in the middle. That goes for almost any word that doesn't start with a T: bit, favorite, let, hit, kitten, Ute. You get the point. Maybe I say comfterble instead of comfortable or famlee instead of family. No wonder British people think American's speak dirty! I just can't help it though. I'm American. Born and raised by Utahan's. Better celebrate or something. So here I am just loving the fourth of July, especially in a cooler state. I love the smell of grass, barbeques, friends, family, games, fireworks, and just plain fun ok? It reminds me of the Colorado years. I really hope Saje is prepared for a party-er for a wife. I want to be the ones that people say, "Not only are they super hot together, they are so fun like... All of the time." I'm not saying that because I crave attention (but really that isn't it), I really really love inviting people over and socializing and just having fun and just whatever! Have you not seen my awesome birthday parties every year? I don't know why I'm trying to convince you. I'm Hannah and I like to party, and I love America. End of story.<br />
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4. So I'm in the midst of planning a wedding did you know? There are some things I'll need your opinions about afterwards though. Should I get a new blog? It's gonna end up being posts about Saje and I all over the place anyways. My only thought is that I'm gonna be the one that writes in it. It will still be <u>my</u> thoughts you know? Maybe I'm just sad that I won't use the cool blog name I made up. <br />
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Also, how long does it really take to transfer EVERYTHING to your new last name? Years or what? It seems like that would be a pain. I'm gonna get a new email address and I just realized that there are so many things that I need to link to it now. Ew.<br />
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I wasn't kidding about not being able to cook. I can bake kinda, cook though? I need fancy tips! Does anyone wanna teach me things I should probably know before I throw myself at making good non poor college student dinner? Poor Saje. <br />
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5. Lastly, I miss my two besties. The girls who are going to be my bridesmaids in spirit. They are both serving missions now, and I am so lucky to have such amazing spiritual friends! Writing them is fun, but what happens when I need to talk to them NOW you know? It's hard being me without my gals, especially when Saje is out of town too. They think I'm funny. It sucks when they aren't here to hear my funny jokes, I can't even tell them over the phone! Thank goodness for letters though!<br />
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Moving on, Saje and I had to do our engagements QUICK because he is leaving this week for Kentucky to sell security (ps the "Hannah Fly To Kentucky Fund" is active 24/7). We got very lucky with our engagements. A guy did a free shoot with us because he needed some pictures for his portfolio, and then I got a great deal on another photographer from the Wedding Expo. April Bladh made all of my wildest dreams come true! Here is a teensy tinsy sneak peek of how made for each other Saje and I really are.<br />
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Who's that girl? Who's that girl????? It's <strike>Jess.</strike><br />
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Yes I got a haircut. I'm still unsure how I feel about it. I was feeling very spontaneous. Just a new summer do.<br />
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I never thought I would ever say this but....<br /><br /><a href="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k26/hermyspace/hermyspacesite/comments/celebrations/weddingengagement/05-12-09/wedding-comments-02.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 235px;" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k26/hermyspace/hermyspacesite/comments/celebrations/weddingengagement/05-12-09/wedding-comments-02.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I am so dang happy I will be spending eternity with Mr. Saje Steven Hurd. Hannah Hurd just rolls off of the tongue doesn't it? I suppose you wanna hear the story and how this charming man proposed so here it goes.<br /><br />HOW WE MET:<br />Let's rewind to around March 10, 2010. The one and only Utah basketball game I have EVER gone to because my roommate and I were SO BORED. It was BYU vs UTAH so it was a "big game" even theough BYU creamed us (note to self Utah sucks at basketball). We didn't want to sit in the student section because there were hardly any seats left so we hiked up to the top where it looked like there were a few available seats. We went to sit down a few seats in front of these two boys, but were afraid we might be stealing someones spot. The boys noticed that we were contemplating sitting there and one said, "You can sit by us, nobody is sitting here..." Little did I know, I would possibly marry this guy. We agreed to sit by them and they introduced themselves to us. I remember thinking that Saje was a very different name. I sat next to Saje's step brother Koy who was friendly, and talked to my roommate and I the whole time. Saje (who was involved in the game) hardly talked to us. After the game, they said they were glad to meet us and left. Here I'm thinking, "HELLOOO were we not cute enough for them to ask for our numbers?!" You snooze you lose! Sheesh. <br /><br />Luckily, as fate would have it, Saje got a second chance. On a Sunday afternoon, (a week or two after the basketball game) I went up to my bishops office for an interview. There were a ton of people up there and one open seat. The person sitting next to the open seat offered me a seat by him. After he asked, I thought to myself, this guy looks SO FAMILIAR. It was after he turned to me and said, "Hi I'm Saje" that it clicked that he was the guy who offered me a seat at the basketball game. Jeez he is such a gentleman right? Always offering the seats next to him. But that is besides the point. ANYWAYS, after he said, " Hi I'm Saje" and it clicked that he was the one who offered me and my roommate a seat at the game (cause really who could forget that name?), I said, "I know you are.." When he got this SUPER confused look on his face, I said, "We sat by each other at the basketball game a few weeks ago.." and then he remembered me! We exchanged numbers and not only sat by each other in sacrament, but texted the whole day. We started going to the ward activities and hanging out a little bit. The week after our "love at second site" it was Spring Break. What are the odds that we were BOTH going to be in California? He drove with some friends, and I flew and met up with family. We tried to plan Disneyland on the same day because the odds that the places we were staying were close were very slim, considering California is a huge state. When I arrived in California, he asked where I was staying, and we found out that his friends house, and my sisters house, were only 2 miles away from each other. What are the odds? I mean seriously? We hung out almost every night, and went to Disneyland together. When we got home, he finally asked me out on an official date. Ever since then, we have been dating off and on (the off times were when he would be gone for four months of the summer selling security). <br /><br />TWO YEARS LATER:<br />I finally figured out through a lot of prayer, fasting, stress, thinking, going to the temple, deleting my Facebook, and giving myself alone time, that I knew that I could not live without Saje. I mean let's get real, what are the odds that I needed a seat two times and Saje was always the one sitting there, we ended up being in the same ward, and being two miles away in Cali was just crazy! Saje always would say jokingly, "IT'S A SIGN!!!!" ha, it's true they were.<br /><br />Saje has always helped me through my struggles, he has been there for me in my hard times, and cared for me when I was sick or sad. His patience helped me understand what the meaning of being in love was. It's about overcoming struggles and hard times, enjoying all the good times, and loving each other through the annoyed times. Even though I wasn't fully ready to commit, he gave me my space, after doing everything in his power to make sure I was happy. I could never forget about how amazing he truly was to me, how much fun we had, and how much he helped when I needed it. Therefore, I finally agreed that marrying him was the best thing I could ever do :). <br /><br />THE PROPOSAL: <br />First of all, two weeks before he proposed, we went to Sierra West to discuss the types of rings we liked. We ended up designing "the perfect ring" by putting all of the things we loved into one ring. They told us that we needed to come a week from that day to look at a wax mold of the ring we designed to make sure it was exactly what we wanted before they actually made it. When we went to go see the mold, it looked exactly how we wanted, so we went ahead and told them to cast it! They told us it could take up to three weeks to make. Little did I know, a week and a day later it would be on my finger! <br /><br />So April 5, 2012 Saje and I were watching movies after school, while I was doing some planning. He is an avid gym goer and said that he was planning on going to the gym for a few hours with a friend. I love that Saje is so buff and fit, but he sometimes gets hung up at the gym because he plays basketball after he works out FOR HOURS! I was really hoping that he wouldn't go for so long, but he promised me he would only be a few hours. He said if I let him go he would take me to get ice cream after. I agreed OBVIOUSLY. So a few hours later he came back and we were on our way to Iceburg. <br /><br />While we were in the drive through waiting for our mini Grasshopper shake, I noticed there was a trash can about five feet away from the car. He bet me that I couldn't make it if I tried to throw something in there. I took the bet and started searching the car for something I could throw. I hurried and opened the glove compartment and this cute little book fell out.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcudN-UIsBp8GsLY6XigY32XGmNLmv-eL_o0Yhgs39XGI4Lv9mP7dYAigR_8MtVbL3m3G1Z9rVh2DG4BqJM-OqL8fQE9riV82JlmeNDFhCJBuyMVZlduRxBTVnpSa3Y7KSZzkIIo78cGQ/s1600/Me-Without-You-Lazar-Ralph-9781452102986.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcudN-UIsBp8GsLY6XigY32XGmNLmv-eL_o0Yhgs39XGI4Lv9mP7dYAigR_8MtVbL3m3G1Z9rVh2DG4BqJM-OqL8fQE9riV82JlmeNDFhCJBuyMVZlduRxBTVnpSa3Y7KSZzkIIo78cGQ/s400/Me-Without-You-Lazar-Ralph-9781452102986.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728459097450471026" /></a><br /><br />I immediately found out that I had unleashed something that was supposed to have been a surprise for later, but I thought it was so cute of him to sneakily buy me a cute book, and I had no idea how he got it (because we spend almost every second together) that I started to cry. PS he knows I love this cute children's book called "I Like You" by Sandol Stoddard because it reminds me of all of the people in my life that I love and it makes me cry, so he bought this one knowing that it would remind me of him. That is why I thought this surprise book was such a cute thing he did for me. ANYWAYS, he then said, "well that was supposed to be your surprise for about 10 minutes from right now..." So that made me feel a little better because I thought I was ruining a surprise that was supposed to be happening a week from then. After we got our shake and started driving, he told me to start reading the book. The book is so cute, that I have to share it with you. <br /><br />"Me without you is like, a sky without blue. <br />A foot without shoe, hair without do. <br />Cow without moo, dove without coo.<br />Kung without foo, biker without tattoo. <br />Ghost without boo, morning without dew.<br />Restaurant without menu, eskimo without igloo.<br />Tango without two, party without yahoo. <br />Peak without view, much without ado.<br />Harry without You-Know-Who, paddle without canoe.<br />Chimney without floo, clock without cuckoo.<br />Cat without mew, detective without a clue.<br />Kanga without roo, doctor without who.<br />Wreck without rescue, zoo without gnu.<br />How without do you do, antique without value.<br />Rainbow without hue, tea without brew.<br />Picnic without loo, bells without blue.<br />Cock without a doodle doo, pool without cue.<br />Doctor with flu, cook without his sous.<br />A witch without her brew, yacht without crew.<br />Mowgli without Baloo, shoo-bee without doo.<br />Politician without issue, saint without virtue.<br />Mercenary without coup, Svengali without Ingenue, <br />Ballerina without tutu, Kubalai Khan without Xanadu.<br />An unfinished haiku, ram without ewe.<br />Coochie without coo, yabba without dabba doo.<br />Muscle without sinew, sneeze without a-a-a-achoo!<br />Disciple without guru, potty without poo.<br />Cold fondue, panda without bamboo.<br />A picture that's askew, a flat kazoo.<br />A non spicy vindaloo, a book that's overdue.<br />A knot I can't undo. <br />Boo hoo hoo hoooooooooo, me without you?! What would I do? Boo! Phew." :)<br /><br />Once I finished the book he was just parking at Sugarhouse Park. This is considered "our park" because this is where we would have our long talks, break ups, make ups, and where we would go fly kites and have picnics. I told him thank you so much for the cute book, and he said he wanted to give me a hug. We walked out to the front of his car, and while we were hugging he told me reasons why he loved me and that he can't imagine how life would be without me. Then he said that the book was not my only surprise for the night, and he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him!!! I was shocked because I was expecting my ring to take two more weeks to be finished! Basically I love Saje so much, so I SAID YES!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCxS4_9Rov3RtiIPX9YQ19ihLVw9F6D1Z7SA0-tuX1uGL2lfVivNsxM_UcJ1Nl91fYf5YjPlNk0snupCXx5IF1ALTPvnWGFCXelXfrZv8edVp5xIXiXi9rOtP3QSCymMDSdF7PRfLsag/s1600/20120405_213137.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCxS4_9Rov3RtiIPX9YQ19ihLVw9F6D1Z7SA0-tuX1uGL2lfVivNsxM_UcJ1Nl91fYf5YjPlNk0snupCXx5IF1ALTPvnWGFCXelXfrZv8edVp5xIXiXi9rOtP3QSCymMDSdF7PRfLsag/s400/20120405_213137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728878890991627410" /></a><br /><br />I later found out that his "two hour gym visit" was actually going to pick up my ring, and book, that little sneaky!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVqPqqotwdW0TtGffQatXNn8vb1fcsXjmXUHW83ck4elce2C6kmLdoxN_3SAbqhakLYHEaJ7QoySNKFW7k5t3dDPD4XS3lTsdSYBm5LqjBhjWyPmOchvtq6bcb2PfQRjF9n8rqJkfLWE/s1600/20120405_215008.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVqPqqotwdW0TtGffQatXNn8vb1fcsXjmXUHW83ck4elce2C6kmLdoxN_3SAbqhakLYHEaJ7QoySNKFW7k5t3dDPD4XS3lTsdSYBm5LqjBhjWyPmOchvtq6bcb2PfQRjF9n8rqJkfLWE/s400/20120405_215008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728458820653034802" /></a><br /><br />Here is the bling <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFL33WebXeKyJ4g1V77NVAp58OtrFvwhT7R8a5tuzwgm5DJHDOxBX2hX6OrzfKCALPd8qCvG8R7VMG5bk388sYBTwww4rH75yXWFGobqr-mQgV-e6gnRqnpL20WWX6anwxQkOuO5TZ5M/s1600/20120406_184939.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFL33WebXeKyJ4g1V77NVAp58OtrFvwhT7R8a5tuzwgm5DJHDOxBX2hX6OrzfKCALPd8qCvG8R7VMG5bk388sYBTwww4rH75yXWFGobqr-mQgV-e6gnRqnpL20WWX6anwxQkOuO5TZ5M/s400/20120406_184939.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728458826479578882" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06o2f1twvKM15rfLcBe6htvj_ytFPTgTvQv-nZEm2Et4YLNj7mVIojxdmU2CdQrPOokEBAJNEWTRHHES2Yln-JdXUqvuUas4IYGJDIUZYX8f-bpy3GSnr7JsBn3WSxjqTRydVF2S3AZI/s1600/20120406_185016.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06o2f1twvKM15rfLcBe6htvj_ytFPTgTvQv-nZEm2Et4YLNj7mVIojxdmU2CdQrPOokEBAJNEWTRHHES2Yln-JdXUqvuUas4IYGJDIUZYX8f-bpy3GSnr7JsBn3WSxjqTRydVF2S3AZI/s400/20120406_185016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728458835233966162" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_i3ABE6fnQvw6TYMsgBZWs-f2VqE9cBiw02llZNk5HAG6Bj76GzMKS5hQPLJ_377BCdvb52Rrne_4HHjl-5HL0bLLdys8ZESEPK7rOXC5Xy8f3UzU722LfNvcrw1YE9gzRpiHwvbDbg/s1600/20120406_185110.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_i3ABE6fnQvw6TYMsgBZWs-f2VqE9cBiw02llZNk5HAG6Bj76GzMKS5hQPLJ_377BCdvb52Rrne_4HHjl-5HL0bLLdys8ZESEPK7rOXC5Xy8f3UzU722LfNvcrw1YE9gzRpiHwvbDbg/s400/20120406_185110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728458839837084178" /></a><br /><br />We are so engaged right now, I even put our song as #1 on my playlist.<br /><br />SAVE THE DATE! <br />August 14, 2012<br />Salt Lake City Temple<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1tcWf2pLhZ9USKSqPnV9Ioawinb1plkuExWaegBWssd8CecAmXk9UFaP_9YOIG6rHS4tqzUWTxHSyGd8wln64BddESLi51Tiqm1rZZGV7DIAj057R0YSANavXjeR8HIpbYtDBdI3RV4/s1600/IMG_5602.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1tcWf2pLhZ9USKSqPnV9Ioawinb1plkuExWaegBWssd8CecAmXk9UFaP_9YOIG6rHS4tqzUWTxHSyGd8wln64BddESLi51Tiqm1rZZGV7DIAj057R0YSANavXjeR8HIpbYtDBdI3RV4/s400/IMG_5602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728886480860279746" /></a><br /><br />THE END<br />I mean Beginning..Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-29154458411746243252012-04-01T13:35:00.005-07:002012-04-01T21:19:28.457-07:004th Time's A CharmThis weekend. I saw my most favorite band Fun. for the fourth time. Get over it. Here is the story:<br /><br />Kelli had an extra ticket for the acoustic show at Graywhale Records. I introduced Kelli to Fun., so I commandeered Kelli's extra ticket to the acoustic show. That's only fair right? I wanted to go to the acoustic show (AND SIGNING) because #1 I waited too long to get my ticket to the concert that was going to be later that night, and it was sold out, so I was bummed and #2 ACOUSTIC SHOW AND SIGNING, I would get to meet them! Of course I invited myself! <br />I found out that another band called Avalanche City was going to be at the concert too so I was even more bummed that I couldn't go to the actual concert. Anywho, I was expressing to Saje how sad and jealous I was that I couldn't be at the concert (which was also the night of the priesthood session) and he surprised me with a ticket that he bought on KSL! He said that he didn't want me to be a loner while he was at priesthood. Isn't he just the best? <br /><br />Here is a recap of all of the Fun. times I've had (no pun intended): <br /><br />Sophomore year at the U<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkrwS36f4UFdhdtr0Mw4SGuu2Aje-QpIqmxBrHXk0NaCYw3iPV5WurExflCl44t5VXbbAb5pGYkg1tEUFj8V7afUmSd5K9ujMv6ISQyJwm0zFUkqLRNoLExMYXmC9_de_RW0OTH2hqbA/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkrwS36f4UFdhdtr0Mw4SGuu2Aje-QpIqmxBrHXk0NaCYw3iPV5WurExflCl44t5VXbbAb5pGYkg1tEUFj8V7afUmSd5K9ujMv6ISQyJwm0zFUkqLRNoLExMYXmC9_de_RW0OTH2hqbA/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726539506332758898" border="0"></a><br /><br />Sophomore year at The Venue<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LXe1sKSLB_L2OV64DjI0dql59mFoRWsflgYKAjOHaoaBXq6nWFj58QITfgTpwMST7SVrnouYYNDRGVwl1aeRabMU8gDaBFSdqZoa1Hfoy-wGs4rcN67aA35yOWjSVnr22-rSn6J4VZs/s1600/kelli+069.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LXe1sKSLB_L2OV64DjI0dql59mFoRWsflgYKAjOHaoaBXq6nWFj58QITfgTpwMST7SVrnouYYNDRGVwl1aeRabMU8gDaBFSdqZoa1Hfoy-wGs4rcN67aA35yOWjSVnr22-rSn6J4VZs/s400/kelli+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726538573164064530" border="0"></a><br /><br />Acoustic show yesterday at Graywhale Records:)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8X-GQ2iFJGzCYZVDnF9gLUBIKxeliE-iuQNlfdEfkADWn8jl28u3aWJ75kcPudmByTIDt4aXfACa7VmvgvkC57ft_vdgE8uOwz9rvaahD3sZCqfr33JiI0PM3TV6RfQjzVRdLOYa2yMM/s1600/IMG_0256.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8X-GQ2iFJGzCYZVDnF9gLUBIKxeliE-iuQNlfdEfkADWn8jl28u3aWJ75kcPudmByTIDt4aXfACa7VmvgvkC57ft_vdgE8uOwz9rvaahD3sZCqfr33JiI0PM3TV6RfQjzVRdLOYa2yMM/s400/IMG_0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726538594524375554" border="0"></a><br /><br />In line to meet them. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHAvPKcZV0hsv923FbzQO4LG4JtqeaGKPwxku5OWsYbGQNO7jsr7T3tTRQIUSDsWWLBHc3D0DELKMhyphenhyphenWHQgLGiFLAAnLjBfekD9hAI4RA1KgStWSv78pr4qqBwc8fCeDfqKGOvoJkuv0/s1600/IMG_4109.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHAvPKcZV0hsv923FbzQO4LG4JtqeaGKPwxku5OWsYbGQNO7jsr7T3tTRQIUSDsWWLBHc3D0DELKMhyphenhyphenWHQgLGiFLAAnLjBfekD9hAI4RA1KgStWSv78pr4qqBwc8fCeDfqKGOvoJkuv0/s400/IMG_4109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726538564758532978" border="0"></a><br /><br />Here is the deal. This one time my awesome sister gave me a Harry Potter Lanyard. I hooked it up to my camera. I had this brilliant idea to video myself meeting the band members. I turned my video on and just let it hang around my neck. I didn't realize how perfect the video would be. It isn't even cutting anyone's heads off!!!!! I think you could say I could be on a first name basis with Andrew, Nate, and Jack now. What sucks is that I was in shock a little bit (cause I was so excited) that afterwords I thought of all of these great things I could have done or said to them. I'll need to practice a little better before I meet the Harry Potter cast someday. We were only allowed to get one thing signed but I weaseled myself outta that one. Check it out! PS you might have to turn your head to the right... <br /><br />http://youtu.be/h1ug6QH3hQM<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHx4ZGfdzR3ZQqeRUHzkh9BDuTcpkDRnwhLD5jg-uOAV5sr_ZlhC3yKJAO5h7OAUBwyQHKFX_a99FzJ1k-e1IBIuodG85DgbQYP0-uphxS1nFIa-8uU0n2hIsYlMBnthpUtEA5hD4f8o/s1600/20120331_150349.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHx4ZGfdzR3ZQqeRUHzkh9BDuTcpkDRnwhLD5jg-uOAV5sr_ZlhC3yKJAO5h7OAUBwyQHKFX_a99FzJ1k-e1IBIuodG85DgbQYP0-uphxS1nFIa-8uU0n2hIsYlMBnthpUtEA5hD4f8o/s400/20120331_150349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726653108007676562" /></a><br /><br />4th time's a charm (as Nate said in the video) at The Venue. Unfortunately we let Jack down by not getting to the front row. It was WAY too packed and I wasn't feeling like fighting someone.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB58h4QZ_FixnKreDy7DjsjcWi7k5nyBaiIWct5pLq7MtLmT2j2WAxAaWJDVPaO-uC7qyCVFVuRwh8d4oxoF4W3j9-uLisMekqf69d09htSHVChjwHZsgMB7nXlVUvj0zHZH_QT8Jem38/s1600/IMG_0276.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB58h4QZ_FixnKreDy7DjsjcWi7k5nyBaiIWct5pLq7MtLmT2j2WAxAaWJDVPaO-uC7qyCVFVuRwh8d4oxoF4W3j9-uLisMekqf69d09htSHVChjwHZsgMB7nXlVUvj0zHZH_QT8Jem38/s400/IMG_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726539781286838162" border="0"></a><br /><br />Thanks for allowing me to invite myself Kelli!<br /><br />Until we meet again Andrew, Nate, and Jack!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-76242170004015130452012-01-29T10:09:00.000-08:002012-02-12T19:25:08.833-08:00Forever 21For my birthday wish, I wish to be 21 FOREVER. Where is that magic dust when I need it?! 21, flirty, and thriving..<br /><br />I hope this year doesn't go by too fast. This seriously feels like the best age and I'll tell you why.<br /><br />*When you turn twenty people say, "Oh how do you like being out of your teens finally?" I think, "I've felt like I was out of my teens for years now..." or they say, "NEXT YEAR YOU'LL FINALLY BE COMPLETELY LEGAL!" and I think, "Yay I can finally.... uhm. Say that I am twenty one!"<br /><br />*People say, "Oh my gosh are you gonna just go cuh-razy!?!" I know they don't know I don't drink, but I still say, "HECK YES, My birthday is gonna be OFF the HINGES!!!!" Haha just kidding! But seriously...<br /><br />*Twenty one is not too old, and not too young, its just perfect! I am not just barely out of my teens anymore. People treat me like a person, instead of thinking I don't know anything. I'm not a dang bozo, my dad taught me not to be one YEARS ago.<br /><br />*I am officially an adult. HOORAAAY!<br /><br />For some reason, I have always wanted to get carded when I go somewhere JUST because I can. I went with a few friends to this dance club thing. You had to be twenty one and up to enter (stop judging me, "I'm a good girl I am!"-My Fair Lady) They asked for my I.D, and I nonchalantly gave the guy my I.D like I'd been there like a hundred times. He said "Happy late birthday!" and gave me my card back. Yeah, what up.<br /><br />Saje ordered me not one, but TWO extra virgin Shirley Temples ha. And in Saje's defense, my flash is blinding.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsS3CGRWr9LUrc3MOdZ3u6wG8G6TtmEFMJ5vo5kVWH7zRWpTWV8i1DBXS9Ma4Y41BIeW765NgS8auOMmRzbUQWXByjaTnIngV10QXcJFZI_Vd2t02ubmKoHMARKpLrV9AYj8l752Pyxo/s1600/20120127_233448.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqsS3CGRWr9LUrc3MOdZ3u6wG8G6TtmEFMJ5vo5kVWH7zRWpTWV8i1DBXS9Ma4Y41BIeW765NgS8auOMmRzbUQWXByjaTnIngV10QXcJFZI_Vd2t02ubmKoHMARKpLrV9AYj8l752Pyxo/s400/20120127_233448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703124154828549250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is my ballet friend Melissa :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVLSeoH3Po668npQdmDC9Ic5-KY9RMc0JGkqxwarKUawaAiOBRQIBKRohxcYBZa8kuE7txiRuF72FOFUX530lPKLeTzMGID-or09PLCRj0MQv6r2A_6GfZ3iisFf6uG_TouwzMs3_qb0/s1600/20120127_234045.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVLSeoH3Po668npQdmDC9Ic5-KY9RMc0JGkqxwarKUawaAiOBRQIBKRohxcYBZa8kuE7txiRuF72FOFUX530lPKLeTzMGID-or09PLCRj0MQv6r2A_6GfZ3iisFf6uG_TouwzMs3_qb0/s400/20120127_234045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703124154984700114" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Unfortunately, the club was pretty boring because they were playing techno that night. YOU CANNOT DANCE TO TECHNO! Why do people still think you can? But who cares, I got carded, and got two Shirley Temples at the club. That's all I care about.<br /><br />BAD NEWS. I planned my wicked awesome birthday party on a blizzardy day. A whole two people showed up. I was SO SAD about it especially because my sister Leslie and I spent all day buying Bunco prizes and making food. The hit of my party was going to be the drink bar. We froze flavored ice cubes, made a Straberry Daiquiri slush, had different drink mixes, and had tons of fruit for our toothpicks. You could do many combinations like this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyONvsSKas2tNGHaQXsk2oZuP0ggy7Kr6LobgvNHOtHaXlSNQZXHYbF7w15a2CM5HQjBRTRZSyGqKusjGvq3T-wj4l_f2d-ePPj3ff26OPmoizR7yqtMLECHSyH_cCrNYIalwd9sRMYyk/s1600/20120121_211233.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyONvsSKas2tNGHaQXsk2oZuP0ggy7Kr6LobgvNHOtHaXlSNQZXHYbF7w15a2CM5HQjBRTRZSyGqKusjGvq3T-wj4l_f2d-ePPj3ff26OPmoizR7yqtMLECHSyH_cCrNYIalwd9sRMYyk/s400/20120121_211233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707584796068625986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhFzQy784l5cODaX_l72tVxiDYQoJR6r1zGhhjLXl6oeX_V8CoT_CEHzEh5akjl-R59-qCX8MJWf9OmMjv1m2r_1XQOOLFYVIl7gl8ikGIafoqY46JtA7ba15L9ljM0yXHPXyB-zRWmA/s1600/IMG_3056_2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhFzQy784l5cODaX_l72tVxiDYQoJR6r1zGhhjLXl6oeX_V8CoT_CEHzEh5akjl-R59-qCX8MJWf9OmMjv1m2r_1XQOOLFYVIl7gl8ikGIafoqY46JtA7ba15L9ljM0yXHPXyB-zRWmA/s400/IMG_3056_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707585473081345634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFSogyfkD-Af_uGUcME1emxxBrXYkJ22Zb4XahWS2khilGEW21guoUIPCnlUf-78Jdj2BrwcwSY_qxdVjWGab-XbdR04eH7s9TZS4VqXtpo1KAEp4iWa2iHx6Tkkg92uJg7s9o4jUYcY/s1600/IMG_3056.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFSogyfkD-Af_uGUcME1emxxBrXYkJ22Zb4XahWS2khilGEW21guoUIPCnlUf-78Jdj2BrwcwSY_qxdVjWGab-XbdR04eH7s9TZS4VqXtpo1KAEp4iWa2iHx6Tkkg92uJg7s9o4jUYcY/s400/IMG_3056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707585467667211074" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What did you expect? I'm 21 we had to have drinks (extra virgin style). Here are the troopers that made it through the snow to my party. Kelli, my roommate Debbie, and of course Harrison.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuJ0asP09vISozFAKs39PyZnc6rspdWOMu9BFxjMY49ENcFxEy6s3GxiO0Fjf22EEdrYJMc74VI9bPzwREhKLx1XypRVSEUHPrUEjdvNqin4SuAeLz7mHrb58VQSEoEjzdnZjsFNaUlM/s1600/IMG_3056.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuJ0asP09vISozFAKs39PyZnc6rspdWOMu9BFxjMY49ENcFxEy6s3GxiO0Fjf22EEdrYJMc74VI9bPzwREhKLx1XypRVSEUHPrUEjdvNqin4SuAeLz7mHrb58VQSEoEjzdnZjsFNaUlM/s400/IMG_3056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707585467562006018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvB8RHbZ5f1mEo5_Gn-ghmXxLuE-LpctX8I7cLiWDMhyphenhyphenfIlayq2ZNASESY4qu_NNqz52dRxJcLT2G25mlvBJ_ZNx18-6SjvBZUseygPdUr0M6Z9VaHbLT604QLaU8wDrYQCcph-JdrHqw/s1600/IMG_3062.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvB8RHbZ5f1mEo5_Gn-ghmXxLuE-LpctX8I7cLiWDMhyphenhyphenfIlayq2ZNASESY4qu_NNqz52dRxJcLT2G25mlvBJ_ZNx18-6SjvBZUseygPdUr0M6Z9VaHbLT604QLaU8wDrYQCcph-JdrHqw/s400/IMG_3062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707585480142735762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Wanna know why my birthday is REALLY the best day of the year??? Leslie makes me a KILLER candy bar cake. It just gets better and better. Sorry for all the people who missed out! More for me....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTWPrb1qf_oJc9P1rLHTeV5Vz2G_AMn-XlxOvYPz2hGz1173slvsOKmbcu4yFAEXAVpXiBCSfFv-wRnvlGFzP01C7Ia64tyQW4tgMUqfgPIrXJcevytYh5B_qd6D89Ixvjjh7yTfeHZWo/s1600/IMG_3070.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTWPrb1qf_oJc9P1rLHTeV5Vz2G_AMn-XlxOvYPz2hGz1173slvsOKmbcu4yFAEXAVpXiBCSfFv-wRnvlGFzP01C7Ia64tyQW4tgMUqfgPIrXJcevytYh5B_qd6D89Ixvjjh7yTfeHZWo/s400/IMG_3070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707586181859383458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJpmbMHAUguBmHhN3KsqbbOimICTM4jZv_xyMMkUJshyphenhyphenjx8ZZNH5a4KK82xVN7ZYMBg7JKdx4okntKIiG4Huz7lrFPXEfpBDQMAQ3wfIehlZOHD9HUSLxvHY46CfjTiko_c3cwNhGTB0/s1600/IMG_3072.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJpmbMHAUguBmHhN3KsqbbOimICTM4jZv_xyMMkUJshyphenhyphenjx8ZZNH5a4KK82xVN7ZYMBg7JKdx4okntKIiG4Huz7lrFPXEfpBDQMAQ3wfIehlZOHD9HUSLxvHY46CfjTiko_c3cwNhGTB0/s400/IMG_3072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707587792906089554" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thanks for coming girls!<br /><br />Although my party consisting of a whole two friends was awesome, I was still sad that more people couldn't enjoy the best day of the year with me. Saje knew that I was pretty sad, and planned a surprise party for me after work on my real birthday! I got home from work and there was a party. I still had extra cake and drink mixes from my somewhat failed girls night party, but all my friends pitched in to buy more food. It was pretty dang awesome.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSy3A0HfZKqrPrTbKEqj93gpPYqAD1_zJSx8sjjwCUD5oObhq4T6nEgmaVg1pKxtIJ9CejtCdqypiFYYMrMMusohbUuhR9mYdyDadS7t9_9Ev_wYL8ujLO1EajFCuyFpymyluKPY_KVXo/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSy3A0HfZKqrPrTbKEqj93gpPYqAD1_zJSx8sjjwCUD5oObhq4T6nEgmaVg1pKxtIJ9CejtCdqypiFYYMrMMusohbUuhR9mYdyDadS7t9_9Ev_wYL8ujLO1EajFCuyFpymyluKPY_KVXo/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707587744697917186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FcSJ5SFIBe_2YZh7FOBgAGUCaG5F_aZyWBFaOqH0ft2FKqlMSEkbtjd2JcRzOzTpc5yNUa0bUDJAqGk8RkDTxoGGk4ABBbOzK_PagSSPHWIJwuhyphenhyphenVOXWX452J9Kg9TW3aV99Fbzfpkk/s1600/IMG_0163.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FcSJ5SFIBe_2YZh7FOBgAGUCaG5F_aZyWBFaOqH0ft2FKqlMSEkbtjd2JcRzOzTpc5yNUa0bUDJAqGk8RkDTxoGGk4ABBbOzK_PagSSPHWIJwuhyphenhyphenVOXWX452J9Kg9TW3aV99Fbzfpkk/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707587761153011394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My friend that I met at BYU ballet camp over 5 years ago showed up from Orem. I was so happy to see her!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAME8Ru4GocXmDvsI5n49MU-F-I5cyd-jIqYjkCGG4ItUPjrH2imY68moRwm5ojTcSg47g_b9sWL6hWsG9qxwvA01VLwFGGNyHc7pWcd08-gRNry8ri4t1dqJ7iFBawDU3dYNfJcxO6oQ/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAME8Ru4GocXmDvsI5n49MU-F-I5cyd-jIqYjkCGG4ItUPjrH2imY68moRwm5ojTcSg47g_b9sWL6hWsG9qxwvA01VLwFGGNyHc7pWcd08-gRNry8ri4t1dqJ7iFBawDU3dYNfJcxO6oQ/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707587751942450226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thanks for the surprise everyone!!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNU-tPISN487QyI0TaiZvEiexseETV70pW2TZOWjm98uufTJ5vxdkKrWr3Z_xQX9ROR4H2tP6n0pH2il0S7TxrGa4IZcN_uF_cqmQS4Fmz1z8mJEl5OSvPtLGmuCVFyHBF5DMWP_UTcgU/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNU-tPISN487QyI0TaiZvEiexseETV70pW2TZOWjm98uufTJ5vxdkKrWr3Z_xQX9ROR4H2tP6n0pH2il0S7TxrGa4IZcN_uF_cqmQS4Fmz1z8mJEl5OSvPtLGmuCVFyHBF5DMWP_UTcgU/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707587785605754626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My birthday present this year was this 46 incher:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFmJI2epq5He68bJFRjC5sgxKe5rc7zQ4P_b8t8O0srLNfTaBN_Q8_U5PNdPjT4QqgKi9SpW5avLraUFKIGHUf2uW21s9ue2RFCxtAr3qYer6pzrHJiUmYohfVPy-7KMmWIqBNlowDF0/s1600/20120212_202133.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFmJI2epq5He68bJFRjC5sgxKe5rc7zQ4P_b8t8O0srLNfTaBN_Q8_U5PNdPjT4QqgKi9SpW5avLraUFKIGHUf2uW21s9ue2RFCxtAr3qYer6pzrHJiUmYohfVPy-7KMmWIqBNlowDF0/s400/20120212_202133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708455906598054306" /></a><br /><br />Homework just got that much more exciting :)<br /><br /><br />Lastly, if anyone wants to get a hold of me, you will need to call, text, or email me because I deactivated my Facebook for a limited time. I am too busy to be on Facebook right now, and I need to focus on myself. It has actually been really REALLY nice not having it! I wasn't really ever "addicted" but I went on just to waste time. It has been nice to actually do something with my time instead :). I may or may not ever get it back because it has been that nice! <br /><br />Until next time!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-74655785509088999922012-01-16T19:24:00.000-08:002012-01-27T17:12:32.365-08:00Gaurdian AngelsRemember that one time when I jinxed myself by hoping that I would never get in an accident this winter? Well that was today when I almost died.<br />I was going to visit my sister because it was a holiday and I wanted to have a sisterly outing to plan my birthday party. I left around 9AM, there was a little snow on the ground, but the roads looked clear so I wasn't scared. I saw some cars sliding around on the freeway so I slowed down like crazy. I was in the far left lane, with a bunch of cars behind and around me. Out of NOWHERE I slid on some black ice all the way across the freeway. I was trying not to dodge cars but there wasn't much I could do slipping and sliding around everywhere. I didn't want to smash right into the barrier so I tried turning and the tail end of my car hit the barrier, and I spun around somehow ending up in the middle of the freeway again FACING oncoming traffic. How people stopped is beyond me, because I was sliding ALL OVER. My dad made me feel better by saying that I have a guardian angel watching over me, and that it's probably the same one that watches over him! Perhaps we can all be guardian angels for somebody someday! <br /><br />Considering that I smashed into the side of the freeway barrier, I don't know how I managed to only get away with this<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6ZEEY2OYGIcVY4wzsgrTjNggQy1QxyRSsq-dx9sBdqfIkI_LL60VKYprnBvxZ9jCows_Y7m0_H8wIHOuCmxWmP5ZQsu3FDJr2lxnfFVDT1Cdc2WCbc8kMXVgfiHnjw4Acv_NA32Vqsk/s1600/20120116_092616.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6ZEEY2OYGIcVY4wzsgrTjNggQy1QxyRSsq-dx9sBdqfIkI_LL60VKYprnBvxZ9jCows_Y7m0_H8wIHOuCmxWmP5ZQsu3FDJr2lxnfFVDT1Cdc2WCbc8kMXVgfiHnjw4Acv_NA32Vqsk/s400/20120116_092616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702481258288407698" /></a><br /><br />The light needed immediate repair but the cracked bumper can wait til later I guess...<br /><br />So then I was like, "Ok my day off WILL NOT BE RUINED!!" but then Saje wasn't feeling good so I spent an hour and a half at Insta Care, and then I had to go to work. Saje and I were determined to make the day better, so after work, we bought S'more making materials. I have a real fireplace that I will be using more often this winter :). Here is Saje being a boy scout.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01U4uxR23vIJv1IEN8NkctPW6ewO05uAwKcPpGtyfgiZFSEcD7irSD1hMpmQ5nMle3Birbpa0mCr-bj57StSvXIHPjFqlN7PZcEbXA1FjnMJWJ-3LutGLCuKT0Xo09qGTmuwNVf7nAjo/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01U4uxR23vIJv1IEN8NkctPW6ewO05uAwKcPpGtyfgiZFSEcD7irSD1hMpmQ5nMle3Birbpa0mCr-bj57StSvXIHPjFqlN7PZcEbXA1FjnMJWJ-3LutGLCuKT0Xo09qGTmuwNVf7nAjo/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702483772927245906" /></a><br /><br />SUCCESS!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFQfk0eQGXG-B1wRXnN6YaMMcDHR1rus1N4-jZN5TekT8pafv3Ueyzdq05qeCRJKCtWJ7jrpp1XKLkIZ_VbL_bOPcJCYOF6MLj7wv59hM2bBoleoc4P_fP4ti2Nvt5n3dxCDUKgoTtsU/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFQfk0eQGXG-B1wRXnN6YaMMcDHR1rus1N4-jZN5TekT8pafv3Ueyzdq05qeCRJKCtWJ7jrpp1XKLkIZ_VbL_bOPcJCYOF6MLj7wv59hM2bBoleoc4P_fP4ti2Nvt5n3dxCDUKgoTtsU/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702483769579272210" /></a><br /><br />Bad day turned good with hot chocolate with extra mallows and Smore's. S'more's are the BOMB.COM<br /><br />HAPPY MARTIN LUTHER KING JR DAY!!!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-76907877152933801932012-01-07T10:48:00.000-08:002012-01-13T16:13:52.598-08:00TwentyTwelve.Is it REALLY 2012?! Did 2011 just fly by for anyone else? I am SO not ready to start my last semester of junior year. I am getting a little (no a lot) anxious to start because my semester is CRAZY. I have major decisions coming my way, school is going to be very difficult, and I have to choreograph like 6 dances for the girls I teach! AH! I am trying to get the girls I teach a little more acquainted with actual ballet music so I will be choreographing their dances this year to Sleeping Beauty (the ballet) music! My younger girls are THRILLED, my older girls... not so much. They basically don't give a crap (at least they made it seem like that when I excitedly told them, and they were like, "oh, ok...") ugh.<br />In all reality, I have NO clue what 2012 will bring. I've always had a pretty clear picture of what my year will look like when it comes to school, changes, where I'll live, what classes I will be taking, and my plans on school recess. This year though, I honestly have no idea what changes I will run into, where I will be this summer, if I will renew my apt contract, if I'll even like my classes. At this point the only thing I am looking forward to is finishing this semester AND FAST. But then what? I don't know..<br /><br />I wanted to apologize for not posting in a while. I've been very unhappy with the way my blog has been looking. As you may have heard, I uploaded the blogger app on my phone, and for some reason all of my pictures were saved in my phone gallery. I thought that it was a huge waste of space so I deleted all of the pictures off of my phone to later log onto my blog and see that ALL of my pictures on my blog had been deleted as well. I was upset because I would have to go back and look for all of the pictures and re-post them. I had most of the pictures saved onto an external hard drive so it would just take a long long time to re post everything I lost.<br />If that wasn't already screwy enough, my hard drive on my computer was having some issues. I went to the apple store the day after I lost all of my pictures on my blog. I have been backing up my computer on my external hard drive for about a year now so when they told me I would have to get a new hard drive for my computer, I was totally ok with it. I had all of my pictures (that weren't on my computer anymore) saved to my external hard drive and I had my whole computer backed up so there would be no problem right?<br />Of course not, because nothing is that easy when it comes to technology. They restored everything from my computer which was FANTASTIC, but for reasons UNKNOWN they wiped my WHOLE EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE. I have only what was on my computer from my last update. Pictures, videos and data that were only on my external hard drive were ALLLLLLLLLLL gone. You better believe that many tears were shed after figuring that one out.<br />I went to the apple store with my very buff dad to get it all figured out. They ended up keeping my external hard drive for two more days for the geniuses to try and revive all of the stuff that was lost. I got it back and they gave me a new external hard drive to do additional back ups if something like this happened again, and then gave me my old external hard drive with all the stuff they found. None of it is organized and some pictures and data copied like 200 times. Going through my external hard drive to find everything that was lost will take about a year to do. I still have no clue if they found everything because it has taken me an extremely long time to go through it already. So don't expect my earlier posts to ever look good.<br /><br />ANYWAYS, that is why my blog has been under serious construction, but I am going to keep posting like it was no big deal. Even though maybe losing some things FOREVER sucks, I still had an amazing holiday season, and I really want to tell you about it.<br /><br />Saje and I went to temple lights. It was freezing, but it was so pretty as usual.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ94lTLnOWqgDNI9hvFbFuW7tR7J2smFARiIC7Gf7RNPGIgDEt3qReN992qDoBVkqtX1JG3i5HU56uXPCbkbz2tg8TKkBMktyW2fHx45ainQOm_7gGgEiZKf9Rpzy8lSP8k9gFPIxJdco/s1600/2011-12-02+20.56.25.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ94lTLnOWqgDNI9hvFbFuW7tR7J2smFARiIC7Gf7RNPGIgDEt3qReN992qDoBVkqtX1JG3i5HU56uXPCbkbz2tg8TKkBMktyW2fHx45ainQOm_7gGgEiZKf9Rpzy8lSP8k9gFPIxJdco/s400/2011-12-02+20.56.25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694976834699652994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Saje and I went to Harrison's Pre-School Christmas show to watch him sing, and then we made gingy houses after!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_78az4D71ZhIjtc1QzfeOtv9iQI8mzo3B7WaLI9GcaTxttYL4lLQ_Tzau5Ay_gPJlnAELzXQ2qyZsMyTwnpqeKKGv1313BRisAwRCdnAGaDtD1rm2e3zTB3haulG4ku-bkujaNJ7Gmyo/s1600/20111214_203051.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_78az4D71ZhIjtc1QzfeOtv9iQI8mzo3B7WaLI9GcaTxttYL4lLQ_Tzau5Ay_gPJlnAELzXQ2qyZsMyTwnpqeKKGv1313BRisAwRCdnAGaDtD1rm2e3zTB3haulG4ku-bkujaNJ7Gmyo/s400/20111214_203051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694976842795193426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiae0r9ti-qKuUUplE5IuU2yGVM1-9XMTKlVvwedcADMIssXAy-0o4m6jMInqyYrW7CK2m-nFkkiv7RwwkSDYhrY-woohQBiGI2Zc4PJibaNTyJqNhAqFXWxCUt8ZcSG3oEQ9E8alioos/s1600/20111214_212244-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiae0r9ti-qKuUUplE5IuU2yGVM1-9XMTKlVvwedcADMIssXAy-0o4m6jMInqyYrW7CK2m-nFkkiv7RwwkSDYhrY-woohQBiGI2Zc4PJibaNTyJqNhAqFXWxCUt8ZcSG3oEQ9E8alioos/s400/20111214_212244-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694976873298948850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We made our own little graham cracker man to complete the master piece.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMlQSLtctgX2L1OT89WzmLXfb_H5oEvx-550EPRTKtLccYS1NSo5dKVIVEQAIlaWDmwpCxnD-EVWTCg2Fe5Xez6ZDs_DkSJXTUHO217IF7B_UHkRGrqGbV8hbV8FYJWtqNdPM4qfyqzY/s1600/20111214_212341.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMlQSLtctgX2L1OT89WzmLXfb_H5oEvx-550EPRTKtLccYS1NSo5dKVIVEQAIlaWDmwpCxnD-EVWTCg2Fe5Xez6ZDs_DkSJXTUHO217IF7B_UHkRGrqGbV8hbV8FYJWtqNdPM4qfyqzY/s400/20111214_212341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694976864736941106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Harrison kept getting in trouble for eating his decorations. He did such a good job! Thanks for letting us come Harrison!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRo338eb7ORgGuUh1RWQ4TL9HtO3qAqxudv8UzG_IHilzqzuTApy8gHErjoFDkq7zcRiF2UxWRLFPJ-AJxf1A4eeInSt3WwabEucNHJHBOXBNX6-dYnQ4c5U-9iP6koH5iwILI2Gb_Cw/s1600/20111214_212616.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRo338eb7ORgGuUh1RWQ4TL9HtO3qAqxudv8UzG_IHilzqzuTApy8gHErjoFDkq7zcRiF2UxWRLFPJ-AJxf1A4eeInSt3WwabEucNHJHBOXBNX6-dYnQ4c5U-9iP6koH5iwILI2Gb_Cw/s400/20111214_212616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694976860487802818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I finally flew to AZ where I got to spend quality time with my family and also my friends. I am going to apologize in advanced for not having any pictures of my family.. it seems as though I didn't document the adventures we had, but I really did have fun times with them. My uncle Carl was my buddy during this Christmas. I was glad to have him around, and it was so good to see him! I had a ton of fun playing with my niece Capri, going to movies, and going out to eat with my parents!<br /><br />My mom made me these pancakes when I woke up one day... If you think your mom is cool, you clearly haven't met mine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIl5ObrXm95OFiggUc_ydHiqMybVtcPaow3zVrl7_HeRPVKuwspVbjrRRTpOSB5XGwe3rcxg8ZO3dYBdE238wLRjiN0fX_GSO6SpXL_DJmZ8peuYmKVCgjUrTwgzT_VMT-wTpTv5pfK4/s1600/20111228_092221.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBIl5ObrXm95OFiggUc_ydHiqMybVtcPaow3zVrl7_HeRPVKuwspVbjrRRTpOSB5XGwe3rcxg8ZO3dYBdE238wLRjiN0fX_GSO6SpXL_DJmZ8peuYmKVCgjUrTwgzT_VMT-wTpTv5pfK4/s400/20111228_092221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694987880084874626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Alex and Carolyn (my two best friends) have decided that they are going to serve missions. I am happy and excited for them, but I will miss them so much! At least it's only a year and a half. They are turning their papers in within the first few weeks of January so they could get there calls and leave while I'm stuck here at school! That meant that over Christmas break, it might have been some of our last times together (with all of us being unmarried) EVER. We went on plenty of adventures together because of this.<br /><br />We always wear matching jammies for Christmas. These are our new jammies! I think we went to QT about 100 times over break.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6E8hdUUjZ5gXkV4N8z5oIUAXAYmg70Ek92U3Qd_5pzSHLapKINiMDtvzQ-zTjDB6R3BDmxhqPjpsq6lVZ3R9XRIcCpAIdpumBH038Hun3mtH1HAfl2l-ufjdbptUNtp7-nEjhDUsYGM/s1600/20111226_003559.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ6E8hdUUjZ5gXkV4N8z5oIUAXAYmg70Ek92U3Qd_5pzSHLapKINiMDtvzQ-zTjDB6R3BDmxhqPjpsq6lVZ3R9XRIcCpAIdpumBH038Hun3mtH1HAfl2l-ufjdbptUNtp7-nEjhDUsYGM/s400/20111226_003559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694984176688698322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We also went to the temple lights, saw a movie, and saw all of the nativities from across the world!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_hvu03Hls15WJ_OXPO2ypovhlhYKmDjBYK1nvHHcJI4vuZ87Mu5GtelYECnw3N5Bh4MPrFWrfavdfvM_a1RGP0GsiP78zNUlznz-MaOsn-4n5jgSVY9ShQIEHCoWRoiOckHLePpdZH0/s1600/386288_2896498221251_1524224207_2813132_1501402633_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_hvu03Hls15WJ_OXPO2ypovhlhYKmDjBYK1nvHHcJI4vuZ87Mu5GtelYECnw3N5Bh4MPrFWrfavdfvM_a1RGP0GsiP78zNUlznz-MaOsn-4n5jgSVY9ShQIEHCoWRoiOckHLePpdZH0/s400/386288_2896498221251_1524224207_2813132_1501402633_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694984192852729554" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Alex has horses, and I don't know why we have never taken advantage of that earlier, but we finally went! My horse's name was Babe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBlhfIcAvfGiCMQTOGF8UT_Y_ga7QLet0Sgt55dMsXawtZFmwbV1J0oHxmAUWlicmKhJUObRVdmmr0HRCPhjL0QauqUYBWT-SXM3Qb4uBM-_uEQX8jyjKAzPi3Zjlaz4zOi7m4JXZSKw/s1600/381546_2896498661262_1524224207_2813134_729675785_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBlhfIcAvfGiCMQTOGF8UT_Y_ga7QLet0Sgt55dMsXawtZFmwbV1J0oHxmAUWlicmKhJUObRVdmmr0HRCPhjL0QauqUYBWT-SXM3Qb4uBM-_uEQX8jyjKAzPi3Zjlaz4zOi7m4JXZSKw/s400/381546_2896498661262_1524224207_2813134_729675785_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694984194851719474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5A4WiCyoiI46iSmcLfD8C7pGZW55qkArf1H2Fv78DshkAVtwTnkrNEA3a872mn4oye7MSkc2Cql0EaIZ4QtPVlENH4Q3EoL9FeZRYbOOH8t7KIhwjGwy3Jtty42efPWl922kehgC1Cw/s1600/20111228_153425.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5A4WiCyoiI46iSmcLfD8C7pGZW55qkArf1H2Fv78DshkAVtwTnkrNEA3a872mn4oye7MSkc2Cql0EaIZ4QtPVlENH4Q3EoL9FeZRYbOOH8t7KIhwjGwy3Jtty42efPWl922kehgC1Cw/s400/20111228_153425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694984189468512578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We got a big group of people and their siblings to go hike Camelback... turns out everyone and their dog decided to hike that day too. We could not find any parking so we went to a park in Scottsdale to play around and eat our lunches.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3N3BhX92zA82funETTJUvbdTbF4JHZj-ngOnV2lEXx2xWrlnGgeaUHqWEZc5Wo4lqt01jP7NvAnQuY-LKyI2z1acJJKGnsJvakfitUPsRWYiVtYv2PqTuUY-jdDSpKePMuVfZ8oJmxSA/s1600/20111230_124839.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3N3BhX92zA82funETTJUvbdTbF4JHZj-ngOnV2lEXx2xWrlnGgeaUHqWEZc5Wo4lqt01jP7NvAnQuY-LKyI2z1acJJKGnsJvakfitUPsRWYiVtYv2PqTuUY-jdDSpKePMuVfZ8oJmxSA/s400/20111230_124839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694984201689672802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On New Years Eve, I stayed at home to play some games with the fam, and then my friends came over and we went to an airplane hanger party. There was a DJ, dancing and we went CRAZY! They even had a photographer so we took advantage of that situation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4gKjmDHFRjEW4wHn46Ca4zyxEv3r2FkzbLQl9jw5xbXCzxFWjM9qnBlqKvp0zRF9lM5TFjBo4VFW8qpb-RIhdFdPQzHgodZ3U_g9-V6qGaOnV5oRjU608UyCNw30-sEAgbUFjTcJhtw/s1600/393200_10150472070393937_158372093936_8695961_38619989_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh4gKjmDHFRjEW4wHn46Ca4zyxEv3r2FkzbLQl9jw5xbXCzxFWjM9qnBlqKvp0zRF9lM5TFjBo4VFW8qpb-RIhdFdPQzHgodZ3U_g9-V6qGaOnV5oRjU608UyCNw30-sEAgbUFjTcJhtw/s400/393200_10150472070393937_158372093936_8695961_38619989_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694980289657350290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdU-jYrSTzOPj2vpw7Q5Q5z17ME5HrI9DZ2KhBq7yYiFOlMMDHMy46Bm56qQ3d2evYsWb7121c7BtziuopWUFsjCv6t35V1a5OG9KTl2rJDQtdVT-PUM32KFdnXxdyYt_3UkAGQ3OWKc/s1600/400422_10150472083258937_158372093936_8696123_1781411331_n%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdU-jYrSTzOPj2vpw7Q5Q5z17ME5HrI9DZ2KhBq7yYiFOlMMDHMy46Bm56qQ3d2evYsWb7121c7BtziuopWUFsjCv6t35V1a5OG9KTl2rJDQtdVT-PUM32KFdnXxdyYt_3UkAGQ3OWKc/s400/400422_10150472083258937_158372093936_8696123_1781411331_n%25281%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694980285044823890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sadly, I had to leave Arizona to get back to Utah for work. I have never been so sad to leave, I saw so many of my friends (shout out to ANNALIESE MECHAM) and got to go on many adventures!. I REALLLLLLY didn't want to go back to reality, and freezing weather. <br /><br />One last thing that I did before break ended was a Casino Night! Saje's Boss had a surprise birthday and his wife hired a bunch of dealers to come be in charge of random tables. Saje taught me how to play Blackjack. Basically, never take me to a casino. End of story. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQsd_vkYwa7cYc6r1mS-Ow82J8PnkobJRv5gjDANFKZXkCMyE4aAYopknQWgRkOHY9nmFtqqSHtjVX7PPfUaXEOav7DqHMIYqQdrOe4wQt4o5n8Fq10s27D0iMO7CQdzN7jPD3Ax8VGE/s1600/20120104_220415.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQsd_vkYwa7cYc6r1mS-Ow82J8PnkobJRv5gjDANFKZXkCMyE4aAYopknQWgRkOHY9nmFtqqSHtjVX7PPfUaXEOav7DqHMIYqQdrOe4wQt4o5n8Fq10s27D0iMO7CQdzN7jPD3Ax8VGE/s400/20120104_220415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697269964248132930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The only part about school that I am looking forward to is well... My new backpack. ADI! (short for Adios...)Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-85117080716909694552011-11-30T15:15:00.000-08:002011-12-18T21:17:15.927-08:00Think Happy Thoughts..I'm watching Hook right now, it's been years since I've seen it. I forgot how much I love it. Probably because I love the story Peter Pan. In honor of Mr. Pan, here is my happy thought for the day, it happened to me last night:<br /><br />Having a headache is no reason to get a bouquet of pretty flowers. To Saje, I guess having a headache is a perfect reason to give someone flowers. Who would have thought flowers cured headaches?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbv34otfiWlB2lNeDmPT6Th7qsVpw2ajlUk8rWxHTBta397uGN5EB9yOSTpplmMW-dGtQBPxcZRKyLrUKWvAWmtClVuoZ9Fb49g7Vlni9rfDzxDyJz3L8FtcK28LzIYAlZIHxmIcG_mUM/s1600/2011-11-30+16.06.53.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbv34otfiWlB2lNeDmPT6Th7qsVpw2ajlUk8rWxHTBta397uGN5EB9yOSTpplmMW-dGtQBPxcZRKyLrUKWvAWmtClVuoZ9Fb49g7Vlni9rfDzxDyJz3L8FtcK28LzIYAlZIHxmIcG_mUM/s400/2011-11-30+16.06.53.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687703892011501490" /></a><br /><br />There you go. I wish happy thoughts really lifted you into the air :). Don't forget to check out my previous post below! It doesn't hurt to comment :)<br /><br />Bangarang!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-17112388450161313472011-11-19T18:29:00.000-08:002011-12-18T22:45:51.628-08:00It's The Holiday Season...I hope you started singing the Christmas song by Andy Williams after reading my title.. If not, now you can. PS turn off my playlist on the right, it's worth it for this one.<br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSfzvrtgsSE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />"..hoopdy doo, and dicory doc..."<br /><br />I LOVE THE HOLIDAYS!!!! Mainly for the food. Seriously. Well, I also love it for spending time with my family too, but sadly I'm gonna be close to an only child this Christmas again (insert MASSIVE frowny face here). At least Junior lives in Arizona. But still, it's not gonna be like the "good old times" when Dallin would come upstairs, wake all of us girls up at 6am, and pretend he didn't look at all of his presents on the way up the stairs.. Crap, I wish I could rewind and run down the stairs at 1880 Springcrest Rd on Christmas morning again! I might have taken for granted all the Christmas's spent with ALL OF MY SIBLINGS. I highly doubt that will happen again! But Mom, please don't cry just yet, (unless it's tears of happiness and joy that your favorite child is coming home for Christmas, how dreadful would it be if I wasn't!). Just think, I will still wait patiently for Dad to turn on the Christmas tree lights before I come in (even though I might sleep in until 8:30), I will STILL believe in Santa (who would probably LOVE to spoil me cause I'll be the only kid in the house), and think about how awesome I am that I'm not with a "significant other" or kids that you also have to buy presents for! I AM SO COOL. Nobody can even deny that I deserve more presents for being SO dedicated to coming home because I REALLY want to see my parents MORE THAN ANYBODY ELSE on Christmas. <br />See mom, there is no reason to be sad! I LOVE YOU! Oh, and tell Santa that I really want an XBOX Kinect. Maybe his elves wouldn't have to spend so much time making it if they just found a nice one on KSL or something. k.<br /><br />ANYWHO, this semester has been very busy but I really like to make my weekends worth while, especially for Halloween. This Halloween I got to dress up as two different things. My two best ballet friends and I needed to try and top our costumes from last year (Fantanta's) so we decided to be rock, paper, scissors. As usual, BEST DRESSED ;). Help us with ideas for next year please!!!! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgUG7bcXlzqTT5D3wOQUPt3QwIF_yRiV60xxqR45z6ZwyBEfoPflJmrTAS1QzATxxy_37TZYG7Yb-BwCp2RW0LmX5CR4bqu02bRW4HtAkqW-EUG60uTlK2vIG1ePMODuDHqtACM4UsJs/s1600/IMG_0125.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgUG7bcXlzqTT5D3wOQUPt3QwIF_yRiV60xxqR45z6ZwyBEfoPflJmrTAS1QzATxxy_37TZYG7Yb-BwCp2RW0LmX5CR4bqu02bRW4HtAkqW-EUG60uTlK2vIG1ePMODuDHqtACM4UsJs/s400/IMG_0125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687711069381433202" /></a><br /><br />My boy toy and I wanted to go to some Halloween parties so we decided to come up with something clever this Halloween too. Pac Man and his Ghost. Seriously can't get cuter. My two poster board costumes that cost 35 cents plus tax were a HIT this year. We also went with my friend Kelli to an institute dance, she was a rocker girl. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS16lsDrv2DVL1Zc6pOToKMXRAcC6XCbFidklGJzSTytkOuajWspzSrZhpWkBdsLtKG-a3SZ4gq_BGt9xl5YmYQSo1BwAy5J8k_mq3-V67x9GDukhjW6g9sIN4Y7foj3iVzBhUD3IhHWs/s1600/IMG_0142_2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS16lsDrv2DVL1Zc6pOToKMXRAcC6XCbFidklGJzSTytkOuajWspzSrZhpWkBdsLtKG-a3SZ4gq_BGt9xl5YmYQSo1BwAy5J8k_mq3-V67x9GDukhjW6g9sIN4Y7foj3iVzBhUD3IhHWs/s400/IMG_0142_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687711056830203010" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgnA-4ZJp1Aats1EmHENmS8ADXcudA3kC1L67Q8AOMw64yJFXGGITy09fRkpFF988A7nIkI9tzxS7kQ3-Nb2D8fUT0nbvCHw7qzxvkpVc70XMf6eBv0t2wnTatsmbaq_eZWsEgVOvhM8/s1600/IMG_0143.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgnA-4ZJp1Aats1EmHENmS8ADXcudA3kC1L67Q8AOMw64yJFXGGITy09fRkpFF988A7nIkI9tzxS7kQ3-Nb2D8fUT0nbvCHw7qzxvkpVc70XMf6eBv0t2wnTatsmbaq_eZWsEgVOvhM8/s400/IMG_0143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687711063074398242" /></a><br /><br />We also went to see my sister Aimee run her Halloween half marathon! It was pretty dang chilly but it was hilarious seeing all of the people dress up in funny costumes as they ran. The most clever costumes were pinatas, a guy in a sumo suit, and a guy dressed as Rainbow Bright. Funny stuff. It was so good to see Aimee, Jason, and all of the kids! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqY2GHfw-vneWqZTJ55tELXfa7MTf17Vc9DZ3ZAhfQpf5Agkd11Q-vKYzMQBiEfUtmZRCfNk4cPe0BHRO9kH0m-L5tNtL5vPcjoXz9hk9b5OKLcMhI_-0ippRYjO03veUN5_yAjjAzPv0/s1600/20111029_105542.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqY2GHfw-vneWqZTJ55tELXfa7MTf17Vc9DZ3ZAhfQpf5Agkd11Q-vKYzMQBiEfUtmZRCfNk4cPe0BHRO9kH0m-L5tNtL5vPcjoXz9hk9b5OKLcMhI_-0ippRYjO03veUN5_yAjjAzPv0/s400/20111029_105542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687717471262890386" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfGWpuIMlax9hfO6zu6A0tKAkgUhC0ww75XZCVca8UJXl34HAbxj2J6nOdbabtIsXtxbIsyvZx3OlxxZAyyYI1nEBEOQcRBXLs1l-8UMIWjrkvt9HW18UG7oK4wd7uIOfA4HoRgWStr8/s1600/20111029_105232.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfGWpuIMlax9hfO6zu6A0tKAkgUhC0ww75XZCVca8UJXl34HAbxj2J6nOdbabtIsXtxbIsyvZx3OlxxZAyyYI1nEBEOQcRBXLs1l-8UMIWjrkvt9HW18UG7oK4wd7uIOfA4HoRgWStr8/s400/20111029_105232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687717474126985650" /></a><br /><br />Saje and I were feeling spontaneous a few days ago and decided to make something we have never had before. We were in a breakfast kind of mood so I looked up good pancake recopies. We found chocolate chocolate chip pancakes. YUM. They were very filling, especially when you smother peanut butter on them. It was a really good treat. Sometimes I wonder if my crazy personality rubs off on Saje sometimes....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilI5nqk2b1_hH8vQoDJCdwLN5WxcI7UBmex-MeNed4SZsScDZAF56AHzvBs8GH_2dk9B9yB66C1FdR3lGxehUEO4J6ejl0XxoDHvquPvQx_peGmj4J17MvzETkliAv89CiHnz2ShYvq6E/s1600/20111120_125423.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilI5nqk2b1_hH8vQoDJCdwLN5WxcI7UBmex-MeNed4SZsScDZAF56AHzvBs8GH_2dk9B9yB66C1FdR3lGxehUEO4J6ejl0XxoDHvquPvQx_peGmj4J17MvzETkliAv89CiHnz2ShYvq6E/s400/20111120_125423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687718983043814578" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJS0sMzcIcUAj_J-mINI9MJ12_12lA7UjR-JNEdQzwmT4IEDVhrz76C3tPhSsoTZ3CQx0UKURNpZ2mrwebRmmRjZLAY0uaRPC79x9U6LFJKgeQdHzBzJbYKWovtYbZSNnY-fpEQeQXCbI/s1600/20111120_130837.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJS0sMzcIcUAj_J-mINI9MJ12_12lA7UjR-JNEdQzwmT4IEDVhrz76C3tPhSsoTZ3CQx0UKURNpZ2mrwebRmmRjZLAY0uaRPC79x9U6LFJKgeQdHzBzJbYKWovtYbZSNnY-fpEQeQXCbI/s400/20111120_130837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687718982024095378" /></a><br /><br />This year I wasn't able to go to Thanksgiving at my home in AZ or at Leslie's house. Leslie ended up going to AZ this year so I had to figure something out. I had the opportunity to go to Saje's grama's, and his parents for din din, and Aunt Jenny's for dessert! I was well fed and very stuffed this year. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9bM7Ps0dexeLJ4TPw4eMMn4ZHxJwXNZsuKCa5i14A6HN8Yn0uD5t_6Mj68QaYdhfWgFDOMQ09JS-BL4edhRBiEuyNTjL8NQhrsr2Lef0W3v9PaWdleIBYYzVVU-cALiKoOCLfof09UlQ/s1600/2011-11-24_15.37.43_2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9bM7Ps0dexeLJ4TPw4eMMn4ZHxJwXNZsuKCa5i14A6HN8Yn0uD5t_6Mj68QaYdhfWgFDOMQ09JS-BL4edhRBiEuyNTjL8NQhrsr2Lef0W3v9PaWdleIBYYzVVU-cALiKoOCLfof09UlQ/s400/2011-11-24_15.37.43_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687726553035867698" /></a><br /><br />I couldn't decide which pic I liked better so I decided to put this on too...:)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3smq56nF98HiHk2tDcv300J36HEQOW63l1cJp9-Kp0AlvcYWxLnbR0CsUR6qLlS920PwKIPsCxzoXU1XLtp8XQMIV0rmeGrD6HclxzJ7Eo3LOckEJXNURSS973nQMVyC9IYp3K_BIbk/s1600/2011-11-24_15.38.47.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP3smq56nF98HiHk2tDcv300J36HEQOW63l1cJp9-Kp0AlvcYWxLnbR0CsUR6qLlS920PwKIPsCxzoXU1XLtp8XQMIV0rmeGrD6HclxzJ7Eo3LOckEJXNURSS973nQMVyC9IYp3K_BIbk/s400/2011-11-24_15.38.47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687726558327857570" /></a><br /><br />I am so thankful for everyone I love, and the opportunities I have each day. I am glad I am healthy and that my family is too. I'm thankful for my job and people who take care of me when I can't be at home for Thanksgiving. I am thankful that I haven't had to drive much in the snow yet, and that I have warm clothes and a warm place to live. I could go on and on and on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbRSxhnI3gy_-dzsCEGTn4JPQJAgj-fkExEQjgozzYe-6_WgxrEgLtiyT6UM-w4PweDkirIelOS_W6nIilD3Zd7YJf6VaUrxK2lWAT91XTst7SlqU679ijTFCoM1wXg7ZgrpKwrN4P-o/s1600/IMAG0114.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbRSxhnI3gy_-dzsCEGTn4JPQJAgj-fkExEQjgozzYe-6_WgxrEgLtiyT6UM-w4PweDkirIelOS_W6nIilD3Zd7YJf6VaUrxK2lWAT91XTst7SlqU679ijTFCoM1wXg7ZgrpKwrN4P-o/s400/IMAG0114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687726560115578082" /></a><br /><br />HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-50020543505169740372011-10-19T16:06:00.000-07:002011-12-19T09:22:04.338-08:00Fall.I couldn't come up with a better title. I don't have much to say, lets just get right to the goods. <br /><br />Dessert Night #3<br /><br />I invited some of my BYU/AZ friends to my apartment to come to our crepe night! They even slept over and we went to the temple the next morning with my roomy and I. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aC0N_Xmk3yNCUizDrB2I-4XSbJH7jxNKI7uwB5fpX6FnZ4Hey5v3hauyaYdzL0LJ1VWuGEO2KbgBFN6HW9kI2A7FscQvD66yC10VnYIS-c6V6sModVVkvH0a9DL-GO7_hyphenhyphenRLZ5Fn7X4/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aC0N_Xmk3yNCUizDrB2I-4XSbJH7jxNKI7uwB5fpX6FnZ4Hey5v3hauyaYdzL0LJ1VWuGEO2KbgBFN6HW9kI2A7FscQvD66yC10VnYIS-c6V6sModVVkvH0a9DL-GO7_hyphenhyphenRLZ5Fn7X4/s400/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687885380241088818" /></a><br /><br />Kelli wins for best decorated crepe<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfp4dtWA9v_dhzg1QJvewkaHFcOnnm5sVlpMd5DCXyQSv4iNU8-xFJ_EITdRkPUzYmf9CkCT9zbfuyITqHL8gwmdUxE3EVurqn4YmBGrAM5i6e8eB9E8fJFHchZwfqs-hH12kIQBnPCE/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfp4dtWA9v_dhzg1QJvewkaHFcOnnm5sVlpMd5DCXyQSv4iNU8-xFJ_EITdRkPUzYmf9CkCT9zbfuyITqHL8gwmdUxE3EVurqn4YmBGrAM5i6e8eB9E8fJFHchZwfqs-hH12kIQBnPCE/s400/IMG_0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687885377114843378" /></a><br /><br />It got kinda crazy... :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-tWdFY_0KsLQuE0oNzWCuV75urQ9ZdOOGsSc4RN10XVjWLFr0tMAEtsEJZ1eIYFLdG925zuayJQ0uLRpuOKdLZ-hdK_SS5CzSzQp1muKan8aITzpE8WhrTxVSSKCBn0K2RaCHJ5cWF0/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-tWdFY_0KsLQuE0oNzWCuV75urQ9ZdOOGsSc4RN10XVjWLFr0tMAEtsEJZ1eIYFLdG925zuayJQ0uLRpuOKdLZ-hdK_SS5CzSzQp1muKan8aITzpE8WhrTxVSSKCBn0K2RaCHJ5cWF0/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687885384355779538" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHlAxwBkszaGNXHwqlpgOfwqWKUhK7KiUHwkrapjqYJaO21QezwjJ8R0hGNJ9ueE0ZlEao_g-M0LiPDnlcd3lRFENqVttrkzYuHg0lRJKELSRcaIUrxgoDEkIgAqs0JqxwD5sTG_DQgQ/s1600/IMG_0089.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHlAxwBkszaGNXHwqlpgOfwqWKUhK7KiUHwkrapjqYJaO21QezwjJ8R0hGNJ9ueE0ZlEao_g-M0LiPDnlcd3lRFENqVttrkzYuHg0lRJKELSRcaIUrxgoDEkIgAqs0JqxwD5sTG_DQgQ/s400/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687886093622035058" /></a><br /><br />Next up, Homecoming 2011!<br /><br />So, Saje and I were feeling a bit "sophomorish" and decided to go to the U of U Homecoming dance. It sounds lame because apparently homecoming is SO highschool, but when you go to the best school ever, and you are as fun as me, it is ridiculously fun. My mom hooked me up with a super cute dress last year and this was a great time to wear it. I also decided to work my straightened hair do. We looked fantastic. We met up with my fellow ballet classmate Ginger and her boyfriend Jared at Chili's before the dance too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkDLKOq7sl8KT4RG-0s6R1FGm2_E_uPtziwgh8FeacCdKSRJlJfZ3EOTKDN-rvIH7pGxnFFfNonydxoUzzCch-0wo07MFuG5QkOKrt-Urmgo83nfnbjsXsFhnm1S7ozrtD55hDtUc9lk/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkDLKOq7sl8KT4RG-0s6R1FGm2_E_uPtziwgh8FeacCdKSRJlJfZ3EOTKDN-rvIH7pGxnFFfNonydxoUzzCch-0wo07MFuG5QkOKrt-Urmgo83nfnbjsXsFhnm1S7ozrtD55hDtUc9lk/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687887420725428594" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzX4lQM6rugEdvxbjGaLYHm-goNZbU1RfiKL2D3tkRRbTmdBQWhRh3wuTw8f8LslUlwTxsxiEtjDshxnHHCa1v9kTAY4BUtwhDXPCT41O9ydkceBv6-AgxHSAXYVVX-tEz7dHRFgAo3o/s1600/IMG_0098.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzX4lQM6rugEdvxbjGaLYHm-goNZbU1RfiKL2D3tkRRbTmdBQWhRh3wuTw8f8LslUlwTxsxiEtjDshxnHHCa1v9kTAY4BUtwhDXPCT41O9ydkceBv6-AgxHSAXYVVX-tEz7dHRFgAo3o/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687887427724836802" /></a><br /><br />Showcase #1 <br /><br />This took up most of my time at the start of this semester. I danced in a piece and I choreographed one. Look how cute my girls looked! They danced to "Moonlight Serenade" -Steven Sharp Nelson. They looked SMASHING. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEsrjMAUb7AdBTWdFezubZ6B_bfdinWUedBs2cI3s7UHjRGCLrmk6EBCflccCaeZ7WsllGfCD8OI1rtceqKNUVEwcjqZhjlV7ZWRkYKTo37rh6LMIGxdA8GnMwIuTjAdHnH6d-izp3PM/s1600/308086_2474774438813_1536024352_32718041_1538696839_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEsrjMAUb7AdBTWdFezubZ6B_bfdinWUedBs2cI3s7UHjRGCLrmk6EBCflccCaeZ7WsllGfCD8OI1rtceqKNUVEwcjqZhjlV7ZWRkYKTo37rh6LMIGxdA8GnMwIuTjAdHnH6d-izp3PM/s400/308086_2474774438813_1536024352_32718041_1538696839_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687887440867627602" /></a><br /><br /><br />After a long 4 weeks of dance dance dance and then Showcase and teaching, it was October Break! This time, I brought a visitor :)<br /><br />When I walked through security I saw my uncle Nile working. After that, you will never believe who was on my flight. My uncle Boyd! What are the odds? They were visiting Cameron and new grand baby.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDq4AnWLsLeAPTRtJxHIrLPfVLbnpg6pfnyL1dwSW8k4IBXVxVSpFH8HB5-tb5EhT1jGXVcd7xZVbWSUcS-0e7DkEM5tanCAjE_Q581rqpdxBqzuIdmPpcRPkvQU1M8L4TPdYgUp3pqGg/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDq4AnWLsLeAPTRtJxHIrLPfVLbnpg6pfnyL1dwSW8k4IBXVxVSpFH8HB5-tb5EhT1jGXVcd7xZVbWSUcS-0e7DkEM5tanCAjE_Q581rqpdxBqzuIdmPpcRPkvQU1M8L4TPdYgUp3pqGg/s400/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687887889511673458" /></a><br /><br />Meet Mike Wasowski. Saje and I made him when we carved pumpkins with the fam. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMmfsegwAza6Tx78aIBtdsQQ4SkXLFWWD7ahYmnTbbmA1Qk-5LJmuoFnIbu4f9FEmZr6f3S0dvxLTKeQJTfO1_dlGlYv5ggFRilrM8ClwyG-G6YAl6a44Il8I3mnUzuPtg3NkWzNuFZ4/s1600/IMG_2287.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMmfsegwAza6Tx78aIBtdsQQ4SkXLFWWD7ahYmnTbbmA1Qk-5LJmuoFnIbu4f9FEmZr6f3S0dvxLTKeQJTfO1_dlGlYv5ggFRilrM8ClwyG-G6YAl6a44Il8I3mnUzuPtg3NkWzNuFZ4/s400/IMG_2287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687887444630984418" /></a><br /><br />Dang red eye editor on Iphoto pretty much sucks. Sorry. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkbbxo4osBN9ZUbVrcYmleh2ghqPlLdD0y-K4_Dgmkaq_RKQpd61ImmRgLuDN0q3bo4mED_q1vHyxNsG3PMI5AHFRCRhJjP8xguTbrY4iTUyorT-x_DV5sqbZHQsz8y3OOcoD4OpN5E-o/s1600/DSC00427.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkbbxo4osBN9ZUbVrcYmleh2ghqPlLdD0y-K4_Dgmkaq_RKQpd61ImmRgLuDN0q3bo4mED_q1vHyxNsG3PMI5AHFRCRhJjP8xguTbrY4iTUyorT-x_DV5sqbZHQsz8y3OOcoD4OpN5E-o/s400/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687889446050537266" /></a><br /><br />We went to Tempe Town Lakes and went bike riding. It was PERFECT weather. After, we ate fatty hamburgers at Chuckbox. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3X0Nb2hv2iH0vgvnw8z5dUWAbxdYFupuAbR8B2UyFZRXY3a-GyIvKjt5_3L3U3a5wiVppTdOObOJuwjXKZ66JrdfUCiokt7paV7oibEtG6Gz8zEVfh1jPhePXmeNXaKTPk2KIRF0t2js/s1600/DSC00437.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3X0Nb2hv2iH0vgvnw8z5dUWAbxdYFupuAbR8B2UyFZRXY3a-GyIvKjt5_3L3U3a5wiVppTdOObOJuwjXKZ66JrdfUCiokt7paV7oibEtG6Gz8zEVfh1jPhePXmeNXaKTPk2KIRF0t2js/s400/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687889451358671250" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMXnpbci8VHLUIempbopgbIa2loRP7ASaoFr-rHOTeol9-ijuttCQJ8tT94VTiQltYLU5LkJfBuv9a1Q6llUuraM3r3aASShV6_79PN7wrorOlCdZ1o5RCsNr59MhIU5Kjo79tuuDZwA/s1600/DSC00457.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMXnpbci8VHLUIempbopgbIa2loRP7ASaoFr-rHOTeol9-ijuttCQJ8tT94VTiQltYLU5LkJfBuv9a1Q6llUuraM3r3aASShV6_79PN7wrorOlCdZ1o5RCsNr59MhIU5Kjo79tuuDZwA/s400/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687889470092681346" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eDiWc6EZW6dIEYOVlPXrqfXr4U0-399jom3DYQ0TY3nOEaPvvwFXl-tBqUXNxMc-uXcJ9B6hYHjn0i-JljG-0yh9A6qu7N3-a9T6nXMJdqFWUVzkWL9zGxW3uIOkb_Inch-qYaS10rw/s1600/DSC00455.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eDiWc6EZW6dIEYOVlPXrqfXr4U0-399jom3DYQ0TY3nOEaPvvwFXl-tBqUXNxMc-uXcJ9B6hYHjn0i-JljG-0yh9A6qu7N3-a9T6nXMJdqFWUVzkWL9zGxW3uIOkb_Inch-qYaS10rw/s400/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687889468179345554" /></a><br /><br />The rest of our break consisted of laying out by the pool, playing games, going shopping, and making smores. I love AZ. THANKS FOR COMING SAJE!<br /><br />As I leave you now, I'd like to let you know:<br /><br />This week I will finally be welcomed into the Smart Phone world. Halle freakin' lluja. Goodbye annoying phone I've had for two years. I won't miss you and your unsmartness. Helllooooo Samsung Galaxy SII. I hope I like you two years from now. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1HRUS4OqStozp3BEJDWLayOAUSpZAm7c4qznXeKfUaXjitXGrO7YO78ODbkpBNe1cnvDIO0_9IrdOfQ1ehwoxlWK-06NKpP6V3fxkKu28X3Gh7odWXUvrbr76jrWELa-ZwKDKrWKuMo/s1600/t-mobile-samsung-galaxy-s-ii.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-1HRUS4OqStozp3BEJDWLayOAUSpZAm7c4qznXeKfUaXjitXGrO7YO78ODbkpBNe1cnvDIO0_9IrdOfQ1ehwoxlWK-06NKpP6V3fxkKu28X3Gh7odWXUvrbr76jrWELa-ZwKDKrWKuMo/s400/t-mobile-samsung-galaxy-s-ii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687889710213126658" /></a><br /><br />I'm Done.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-36982800170160101132011-09-11T19:58:00.000-07:002011-12-28T10:58:55.170-08:00Me and My GangLast Friday I finally went to see Rascal Flatts! It was at the Usana Amphitheater and we had lawn seats, which basically meant we had to go early to claim a good spot, and sit out on blankets. It was ALMOST the best night ever.. Let me explain.<br /><br />I had a cold the day before with pretty bad body aches, head aches, sore throat, and I was pretty nauseous all day. Typical right? I rested all day and took tons of medicine because I HAD to feel better for the concert. On Friday, I was mostly feeling better, but I just had a small headache throughout the day. Other than that, I was totally fine. I was just happy that my cold reduced to just the head ache part (keeping a positive attitude by the way). Anyways, Saje came to pick me up, and we were off! I was keeping up the excitement when all of the sudden I get a bloody nose out of NO WHERE. Thank goodness Saje had napkins in his car or it could have gotten pretty messy. I am still maintaining a positive attitude at this point.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0nGyZ9hqqGmCnknHdc6ZQQ6toy801OGDnm4zdTBKXKs0C2urS6qr5TJM_XkaO_HCi2j3rqXrk4xTYn5oXt6ijiJe5j484qg3AwESdDcYqgqwxg5mK66l496nvPc0MfgahJ7bnfmLN0w/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0nGyZ9hqqGmCnknHdc6ZQQ6toy801OGDnm4zdTBKXKs0C2urS6qr5TJM_XkaO_HCi2j3rqXrk4xTYn5oXt6ijiJe5j484qg3AwESdDcYqgqwxg5mK66l496nvPc0MfgahJ7bnfmLN0w/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691252278513020578" /></a><br /><br />We hadn't eaten yet because we planned on eating at the concert. We got stuck in traffic (also typical) and we were a little later then we planned, so we stopped at a Little Caesars for a $5 large pizza to-go. While we were driving of course it starts to rain. I'm getting all worried that we are going to have to watch the whole concert in the rain, we'd get soaked, and I'd get even more sick then I was the day before. Saje was the one keeping a positive attitude here, I was starting to really worry. He kept saying it will just blow over, and I'm watching it pour down thinking "knowing my luck right now it won't." The thunder and lightning were pretty close and it started to pour even harder right when we parked. I thought for sure the concert would get canceled. There was still about an hour until the show started so we thought it would be best to just stay in the car to eat, and then we could just endure the rain when we absolutely had to. This is our pre-concert dinner.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHYLMTFsSFaRXhMVZxkCiTLk3jM-LDFWy9h1koVYC3rHA4W1VKTm3RPmruu2XsBXHHdw7cQCFlrEWgkzUUCA3xndBGflBu6UjjL2oTSHmtiEx730aJY-NDtBbhhm7ayxyMkTqfug_oaI/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHYLMTFsSFaRXhMVZxkCiTLk3jM-LDFWy9h1koVYC3rHA4W1VKTm3RPmruu2XsBXHHdw7cQCFlrEWgkzUUCA3xndBGflBu6UjjL2oTSHmtiEx730aJY-NDtBbhhm7ayxyMkTqfug_oaI/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691252279075301602" /></a> <br /><br />When the rain started to slow down to a sprinkle, Saje said we should probably get a good lawn spot before everyone else waiting in their cars do. I didn't even want to bring our blankets out because they were just gonna get soaked if we put them on the lawn. He decided to check his trunk for ANYTHING that might keep our bums from getting soaked. You will never believe what he found. When he was out selling security in Alabama, this random old couple gave him a brand new tent because they said they got it from someone, wouldn't use it, and that they wanted to bless his life like he blessed theirs. He forgot that it was in the back of his trunk so we decided to use the rain fly to put on the grass, and then put our blankets on that! Don't worry, we did think about bringing the whole tent in and watching the concert from inside, but Saje was pretty positive it would stop raining, and we might have gotten in trouble. When we found a perfect lawn spot, we looked at the people around us who had been there during the down pour, and they were ringing out their socks, jackets, and blankets. All of their stuff was COMPLETELY soaked. We really lucked out, and everyone was jealous that we didn't have to sit on cold wet blankets. It stopped sprinkling and never rained again the rest of the night! <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdIeQFmz997v5eZCA33UQPTkny0wLZzPrJHna5QrZ-UVkWDQvr0Ei46ozi7ThxEShZUfiZsmFhROOmCgWzRiZ977mwdJf-rbvgPQfXkGYTVdw7CvRP9_1bdqoBbG0mUxYZ9q6fiP-uxQ/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdIeQFmz997v5eZCA33UQPTkny0wLZzPrJHna5QrZ-UVkWDQvr0Ei46ozi7ThxEShZUfiZsmFhROOmCgWzRiZ977mwdJf-rbvgPQfXkGYTVdw7CvRP9_1bdqoBbG0mUxYZ9q6fiP-uxQ/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691252284364440530" /></a><br /><br />Let the show begin! I found out before we went that there were two bands opening for Rascal Flatts. The first was a guy named Justin Moore. He was pretty good! Check out his song called "Hank It" on Itunes... I really like it :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJgMWxdhob3zhPuHCOTaxPHxcyznXFgHVQbMiYLVSTzREDgX6VdfzHuKtLUSGUJOyptnBvyrvOpyGXXeSNl_xOkV__u_EWmTTxlbimPHgOcbQoyYfW1zrBu21rUHBXXtMcHbtbi1iWW8/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjJgMWxdhob3zhPuHCOTaxPHxcyznXFgHVQbMiYLVSTzREDgX6VdfzHuKtLUSGUJOyptnBvyrvOpyGXXeSNl_xOkV__u_EWmTTxlbimPHgOcbQoyYfW1zrBu21rUHBXXtMcHbtbi1iWW8/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691252299816801698" /></a><br /><br />Biggest surprise EVER was that Sara Evans was there! Oh my gosh. I love her. Did you know she has 7 kids?! CRAZY! She was obviously amazing. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeiK8xqpOU-gDCTX2VWnRZm77xxSGi0mCkkweEjp6BgM3GJoJP3z6af8ncD-SonrACd_j4ScACajK_kaVic0w_OvKSuq36w8OsEPSPvXnbJvEVHBvWPR4ekRdmQrf5HXuSAjU7MbAyUs/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeiK8xqpOU-gDCTX2VWnRZm77xxSGi0mCkkweEjp6BgM3GJoJP3z6af8ncD-SonrACd_j4ScACajK_kaVic0w_OvKSuq36w8OsEPSPvXnbJvEVHBvWPR4ekRdmQrf5HXuSAjU7MbAyUs/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691252299532808994" /></a><br /><br />Finally it was time for Rascal Flatts. By this point my minor headache turned into a migraine :( but I was so dang excited still. Thank goodness for Lawn seats because there was a moment where I just had to lay down for a song or two because the lights were killing my eyes. I'm still staying positive though. I couldn't control my headache but at least I wasn't feeling as sick as the day before. I will go to another Rascal Flatts concert sometime in the near future though because I want to experience it without a migraine... Nonetheless, I LOVE RASCAL FLATTS! :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2bAObnVhr2tbhPc_NrtPGwOWjUi2-JjiSKkWpJiWNmpjo8JbdjgGtSgcqzEiImbOF3yX2mub221XKBoaeHMu-KzEERX1BvSpE6rWbqARH5o5mhzutioB90bNwE6SckvicEnUEBVOshY/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO2bAObnVhr2tbhPc_NrtPGwOWjUi2-JjiSKkWpJiWNmpjo8JbdjgGtSgcqzEiImbOF3yX2mub221XKBoaeHMu-KzEERX1BvSpE6rWbqARH5o5mhzutioB90bNwE6SckvicEnUEBVOshY/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691254950796781298" /></a><br /><br />I wish I had a better camara to get better pics. Sorry Rach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Mu914hZfGaQknkaAKbNWh-1nOfgM4DtPbcsb2WzTwqiNMT-GE9sZsfY6HOMG6sA4CbRDTb9Mz6RPhE-b3bYDB2gJnGDSvmmf_pOr-K3jZ5nXZKb-SINPhw5_XE_yi77u5pP0SGZRlhA/s1600/IMG_0038_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Mu914hZfGaQknkaAKbNWh-1nOfgM4DtPbcsb2WzTwqiNMT-GE9sZsfY6HOMG6sA4CbRDTb9Mz6RPhE-b3bYDB2gJnGDSvmmf_pOr-K3jZ5nXZKb-SINPhw5_XE_yi77u5pP0SGZRlhA/s400/IMG_0038_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691254953389307010" /></a><br /><br />Joe Don Rooney is the lead guitarist and does some of the vocals. I have always had a major crush on him. When I went home after the concert, I took some Nyquil, and had a very real dream that he asked me for my number after the show (Saje then disappeared in the dream, I never found out what happened to him). He even got the whole band to autograph a paper I had in my purse. Maybe when I go to the next concert it will actually happen to me. I love Joe. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomheg9oxdVbbrlnZOoK_nockEIWUSAPtWrG3Cix6DHi6t4MsO0h5u-seVnUjR68DKmtWdhNx1OFewc1TzxX9LskfSpzOhKshRcywMXxDKI25GfxB3gvBC4URuiTIC0gGRzclyax6xBYw/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhomheg9oxdVbbrlnZOoK_nockEIWUSAPtWrG3Cix6DHi6t4MsO0h5u-seVnUjR68DKmtWdhNx1OFewc1TzxX9LskfSpzOhKshRcywMXxDKI25GfxB3gvBC4URuiTIC0gGRzclyax6xBYw/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691254954781107090" /></a><br /><br />One of the last songs they sang is a song called "Easy" feat. Natasha Bedingfield. Obviously Natasha wasn't there so Sara Evans came back out and sang it! I liked it better personally :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgW1Udbn3_3Yx_mczJyKedqKyyR0WB8T-hM8VBxd0ATObM0FbVJSZywksHSidp3EiCgasv43z9VwJducTf9MXFS3kjXifkr3I8yZyX1sDZG9F2me00pfFn1FZ40U3qgEmiT6YMHtcuWYY/s1600/IMG_0060.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgW1Udbn3_3Yx_mczJyKedqKyyR0WB8T-hM8VBxd0ATObM0FbVJSZywksHSidp3EiCgasv43z9VwJducTf9MXFS3kjXifkr3I8yZyX1sDZG9F2me00pfFn1FZ40U3qgEmiT6YMHtcuWYY/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691254969442935346" /></a><br /><br />For the last song they had Lynle Richie on a big screen singing with them. Way cool technology may I add..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrNLih6f923sYgAlpmrR0mJv9dt-8rljvTrtclQY31_FUzw2PeldHnzxkE2UEXQVQZuf49g_jpRr2s2Onus0GXkZQx9aGJE29xH5e0-gTzF_50SutgUbgITnkpAOehU1Wj23asd4lkMQ/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikrNLih6f923sYgAlpmrR0mJv9dt-8rljvTrtclQY31_FUzw2PeldHnzxkE2UEXQVQZuf49g_jpRr2s2Onus0GXkZQx9aGJE29xH5e0-gTzF_50SutgUbgITnkpAOehU1Wj23asd4lkMQ/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691254973836627442" /></a><br /><br />All in all, it was a really great concert. They didn't play my favorite song so I added to my blog's playlist :). Getting out of the parking lot took at least an hour. From having a bloody nose, to traffic, to pouring rain, to migraine, I still had a really fun night! I was happy to get home and go to bed though. Thanks so much for the date Saje! <br /><br />Don't forget to read my previous post!!! Normally I wait about a month or two before I re-post but this time I just couldn't because I was SO EXCITED about this one! I like comments you know....Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-75500652370851036772011-08-31T07:47:00.000-07:002011-12-28T11:25:32.387-08:00Glad This, Glad That.As I am sitting here failing to do my homework, I am thinking about my two weeks of junior year accomplished. I always forget how sore I am the second week of school and I sometimes wish I could remember this horrible feeling so I don't do this to myself ever again. YOWIE! So far though, school is going good, and as the past few weeks have gone by, I have been thinking about things I am grateful for, because I really am one lucky girl. I've been trying not to complain so much. I have been working on picking out the good in each situation, and not dwelling on the past so much. The past is the past and nobody can't change what happened, you can only learn from the result. I can't help but think of Pollyanna when I act upon this idea. When things aren't going so well, I like to play "The Glad Game" because "If you knew how to play the Glad Game then you could find something to be glad about too" -Pollyanna. <br /><br />My personal Glad Game:<br /><br />#1. I recently had to switch my Land Cruiser with my dad's Ford Five Hundred to save on gas. I love both cars, but I feel REALLY safe in the Land Cruiser. I am afraid that in the snow, the lack of four wheel drive will come to a disadvantage, and I'm gonna get stranded in the snow somewhere coming home from work or school. Sad thing is, I see about 20 Land cruisers a day now. It haunts me because I am SO SCARED for the winter in a smaller car (stop judging me, I openly admit I am afraid of winter driving ok? I had a bad experience...) Nonetheless, I am glad I even HAVE a car. Think of all of the things I need it for. I'm very grateful and glad for a car. Pray for me in the winter...Thanks.<br /><br />#2. I am convinced I will never have to have a twin bed of my own again. I am glad Saje didn't mind switching his queen for my twin. Long story. In a way I am grateful for two things here: Saje and my new Queen bed. Muahahaha<br /><br />#3. I am glad I have friends in lots of different places!!! It's a small world after all. <br /><br />#4. I'm glad I don't have any psychopath roommates. <br /><br />#5. I'm glad that I can relax on weekends and on some weekends join the Muss for Utah football games. I love me some football. <br /><br />#6. I'm glad to have power, air conditioning, and the money to pay for such things.<br /><br />#7. I'm glad that Slurpee's make my day ten times better even when I feel like I hit rock bottom. The excitement of wondering which flavors they will have and combining all my favorite's never gets old. Quite frankly, $2 never tasted better. <br /><br />#8. MY CELL PHONE SUCKS. I could sit and complain about it for an hour at LEAST. BUT, since this is the glad game, I am glad that I have ways to communicate even if my phone does drop the call every 5 minutes. <br /><br />#9. I'm glad that I listen to the Book of Mormon every morning before school. It pumps me up. Ps. Ammon is super Bad A. <br /><br />#10. As much as I want to get married, I'm glad I'm not right now. I am expensive (sorry future husband). Thanks mom and dad for my recent dental work, medical care, feeding my hungry poor college student belly when I can't help myself, helping me when I come across serious ruts and need some support, giving me good advice, letting me release my stress, and supplying me with a great vacay house when I visit. At this time in my life, I'm glad I have helpful hardworking parents who love me and help me when I desperately need it. <br /><br />The Glad Game makes me so happy :). Wanna know what else makes me happy? The past few weekends I have done some things I've never done before. <br /><br />Saved By The Bell themed party. My new romper with a short jacket was a HIT. Lisa Turtle would be SO proud. I went with a group of people but my friend Amy and I helped each other with our outfits. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrl2DezLhqZIIW1QblTF0-f-Z3agBAzoyqduNsXJND-wZQ58E3JOvfEtfEQLfmljH9oHPrA1-7aev_Juj845BELNGtLvn5NvmxjnlfgsMFsRyOkpYazcQU-Vp4iP7CpUi3qNxUgxCiEA/s1600/IMG_0439.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrl2DezLhqZIIW1QblTF0-f-Z3agBAzoyqduNsXJND-wZQ58E3JOvfEtfEQLfmljH9oHPrA1-7aev_Juj845BELNGtLvn5NvmxjnlfgsMFsRyOkpYazcQU-Vp4iP7CpUi3qNxUgxCiEA/s400/IMG_0439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691257290137446002" /></a><br /><br />MY FIRST RODEO!!! Isn't my date super cute?!? Saje and I met up with his brother and his date for the Box Elder County Fair (the oldest fair in Utah). I LOVE THE FAIR!! #11 of the Glad Game: I'm glad for fairs (that includes fair food like scones, turkey legs, and funnel cakes.) I secretly wish I was a Rodeo Queen. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj_JutsoCQjrqF3fBN-CbEcKJfBom-J2qwFwP7BuAfF56oJabxI4j-TNZSv0Ue_P5QXjKcsCAPUmrgUmmgSIiVvF8nCiyrlUXp67R75aSnD-4JxZXeaiCBOzrqSCw5FDspdlD1QRml7rQ/s1600/IMG_0450.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj_JutsoCQjrqF3fBN-CbEcKJfBom-J2qwFwP7BuAfF56oJabxI4j-TNZSv0Ue_P5QXjKcsCAPUmrgUmmgSIiVvF8nCiyrlUXp67R75aSnD-4JxZXeaiCBOzrqSCw5FDspdlD1QRml7rQ/s400/IMG_0450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691257297968015042" /></a><br /><br />The University of Utah is now in the Pac 12!!!! Now our teams will play all the schools that my siblings attended (ASU, CU, and BYU). We'll see who picked the better school... Lets hope they can pull it off! GO UTES! <br /><br />I saw Katie my fellow AZ Ballet Dept. friend at the tailgate. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSce0GvnmYzNSonJpWcaH_GZj53eCYQ9wzL-qt3EqAXMFZm3IgfMgY6KOx9qWmxoZ21Pd53kVDFlIvGIiIX_ucUxkLSixs4-Tt3IxMqU_N6lcO6flI1365aETLn7tqPl8CrWSD5X8WJo4/s1600/IMG_0451.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSce0GvnmYzNSonJpWcaH_GZj53eCYQ9wzL-qt3EqAXMFZm3IgfMgY6KOx9qWmxoZ21Pd53kVDFlIvGIiIX_ucUxkLSixs4-Tt3IxMqU_N6lcO6flI1365aETLn7tqPl8CrWSD5X8WJo4/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691257310241198610" /></a><br /><br />Saje got me some super sweet free red Budweiser glasses at the tailgate. Here I am sporting my free Diet Coke and my new Budweiser shades. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HnN5PcqYo2MqwKXkSL55pBrkGvYvuHtluCK6ftBLt9weJlUy2gAc6Idb2E8hz-31ilYwTdmPHbKTzYZ6Fr3H0h4_6rjZZJjnyxU6yBz-1T780eVMX-FHlVj2cmYkArUg7gYCKggWch4/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HnN5PcqYo2MqwKXkSL55pBrkGvYvuHtluCK6ftBLt9weJlUy2gAc6Idb2E8hz-31ilYwTdmPHbKTzYZ6Fr3H0h4_6rjZZJjnyxU6yBz-1T780eVMX-FHlVj2cmYkArUg7gYCKggWch4/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691257314038883202" /></a><br /><br />"We're up to snuff: we never bluff. <br />We're game for any fuss. <br />No other gang of college men dare meet us in the muss."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHU_L4YB3Kq-BPzWZq06xhIHbnUSB4hEuLMebDeijf8NenrKPuPn1RTRK-IaT3TTvwlKIGSqcFJRHtybx-Y6V6Kw6tVMWTDYosP8tEOmLBDLOneZzlfh3c3Q727YxWwfA86CBswOFU-M/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMHU_L4YB3Kq-BPzWZq06xhIHbnUSB4hEuLMebDeijf8NenrKPuPn1RTRK-IaT3TTvwlKIGSqcFJRHtybx-Y6V6Kw6tVMWTDYosP8tEOmLBDLOneZzlfh3c3Q727YxWwfA86CBswOFU-M/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691257323327593026" /></a><br /><br />My life rocks. <br /><br />This next thing I've never done before might be the greatest part of my post. Last night My friends and I had a Tri-Date bonfire. Kelli sadly went solo cause her date bailed last second, but she was awesome and came anyways. We made smores and banana boats. I'd never heard of banana boats either. I tried it, it was only alright, I'll probably never do it again. I think that is mostly because it did NOT look that fantastic. You open the peel, stuff it with mallows, chocolate chips, and peanut butter, wrap it in tin foil, and set it by the fire. Here is the most successful banana boat. Everyone else's looked like turd instead of vomit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWq3rAY97jz4Moj81g1GDll2HEcMbkV4ZLY9QYQWOC7v9V8xZDIaf4AtRBchMi1SG5qTXw3MAGjyvNgpZ5s3hw2EC1qUqh4mzc6D4P4jbCiBU-hvxI76q1M_eZSK0TsW1Ha9CMipb6_k/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWq3rAY97jz4Moj81g1GDll2HEcMbkV4ZLY9QYQWOC7v9V8xZDIaf4AtRBchMi1SG5qTXw3MAGjyvNgpZ5s3hw2EC1qUqh4mzc6D4P4jbCiBU-hvxI76q1M_eZSK0TsW1Ha9CMipb6_k/s400/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691260498753367410" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkpQslaF4oMTWKlZxZTagsQGaAita941MW0CBhj2_RBg7Pu-Y6xIM861LrUNWf-nNkyuHlTEr_ydKoebByC0WaPso6MDUUuE6uy9FuD9MG-jpO0PVnfpgrnj_HeDGyHNYunuK0AvHTUI/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkpQslaF4oMTWKlZxZTagsQGaAita941MW0CBhj2_RBg7Pu-Y6xIM861LrUNWf-nNkyuHlTEr_ydKoebByC0WaPso6MDUUuE6uy9FuD9MG-jpO0PVnfpgrnj_HeDGyHNYunuK0AvHTUI/s400/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691260503355210674" /></a><br /><br />After the bonfire, Kelli and I had a camp out in her back yard!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUooSsj7xM1JA5yLckvAwYF0w75i6q6NPhWCHw6gqSGCwa4NCcfXsGoCYkBBsxv06-C1D1DAxjWF7W-4r3OT7CoxsmFTSX1fCCU9BBHNfwR_qeTagBcdwDUcmWsX1J6yhscoh01peOC34/s1600/IMG_0467.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUooSsj7xM1JA5yLckvAwYF0w75i6q6NPhWCHw6gqSGCwa4NCcfXsGoCYkBBsxv06-C1D1DAxjWF7W-4r3OT7CoxsmFTSX1fCCU9BBHNfwR_qeTagBcdwDUcmWsX1J6yhscoh01peOC34/s400/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691260508308799378" /></a><br /><br />Look at this gem....It's like, nice job picking the only sunny part of her backyard to wake up to. My outfit is called a uni-lazy. It is the best thing that has EVER happened to me. It works better than a sleeping bag. It has pockets, and it even has a butt flap. #12 I'm glad I have a uni-lazy. It keeps me warm whenever I want and I can still be mobile.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqkfpb9BXvMSD6Z-WpAn36c66s8NayYJTiXv4eawjIL9Pij7R-X8Y1JeCpddEeHXAUj5lDRLyqDbqW6l5OZ1DQM11GncT8VdlGS6Ex1tEurVU0Jy7Ni7wXCIQhPS_JvTyvxr-L0xKbpE/s1600/IMG_0470_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXqkfpb9BXvMSD6Z-WpAn36c66s8NayYJTiXv4eawjIL9Pij7R-X8Y1JeCpddEeHXAUj5lDRLyqDbqW6l5OZ1DQM11GncT8VdlGS6Ex1tEurVU0Jy7Ni7wXCIQhPS_JvTyvxr-L0xKbpE/s400/IMG_0470_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691260516644450770" /></a><br /><br />My last thing I haven't done before is something that hasn't really happened yet. Next Friday night, I won't be available. I'll be hangin' with my gang.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfkYCXYYv4erjSSsCTgn_t5A9iShQrsmlbCqSENLFSIAxC_tJ9WFgRGHNLahGJjYBGZ9SnVOZSZBNjo5hvC0bmNFbJZDHT71p6tnOZPBqbI3epHxU6r_VMoM3HaGHkRn_yNtRKcoYkP4/s1600/Rascal_Flatts_-_Take_Me_There_cover.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfkYCXYYv4erjSSsCTgn_t5A9iShQrsmlbCqSENLFSIAxC_tJ9WFgRGHNLahGJjYBGZ9SnVOZSZBNjo5hvC0bmNFbJZDHT71p6tnOZPBqbI3epHxU6r_VMoM3HaGHkRn_yNtRKcoYkP4/s400/Rascal_Flatts_-_Take_Me_There_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691262479346850562" /></a><br /><br />I've only waited for this moment for 8 years. I HOPE THEY PLAY MY FAVORITE SONG!! I'm freaking out. I CAN'T WAIT, THANKS SAJE!<br /><br />One last thing I'm glad for: #13 Putting on old pants and finding what you thought was lost chapstick. YES!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-82874976410582757052011-08-11T09:36:00.000-07:002012-01-28T15:54:41.951-08:00Wrapping up SummerThought #1<br />I am getting anxious/stressed for school to start again! I feel like I have so much to do and not enough energy to do it! All I want to do before I go back to SLC is tan, tan, sit around, tan, hang out with my best friends, and take a few random ballet classes. So yeah, I have time, but I'm lazy. In my defense, I deserve it because during the school year, I don't have time to be lazy!!!!<br /><br />Thought #2<br />This summer I successfully finished 9 credit hours. I'm never taking summer school again, but it was worth it because now I only have one more Gen Ed to do in the Spring! You guessed it, the only classes I'm taking this year are dance related. THIS WILL NOT BE A BREEZE!!! People keep saying, "Oh you are just taking dance classes? Well your junior year of college will be a breeze then!!" It's like... Have you ever danced in college? It will still be a difficult year TRUST ME! The only difference is that I don't have to take dumb classes that I don't care about :) I am also taking a swing dance class with Saje, this should be interesting.<br />End of thought. <br /><br />Thought #3<br />I want to do choreography for the first U Showcase performance in October. I need to have it at least the third of the way finished in like 3 weeks. I have a song... but am I in love with it? I just don't know. I need some inspiration people! Get me to a studio...STAT! <br /><br />Thought #4 <br />I start teaching again on the 15th. YIKES. Wish me luck with choreography this year.. and maintaining sanity.<br /><br />Ok now for the exciting part (a blog post isn't cool without pictures, sorry. -Thought #5) A few exciting things happened after the best day of my life (Potterthon), that I feel like I need to document. <br /><br />Right before I went to California and then Arizona I planned a Paint Fight with some ward friends!! We had paint filled balloons, sponges, water guns, and cute boys. Total success. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpvNl3z-n7XTsFH9jVdRqVBQOJx9yeLXygFXFn4naki6RcOBau-VytORv1TBo0zcSCN0mcnUs7_GjLykS5UW1cVKNvj_DGO9TQWsvJ-akc6akkvthJacRNjBm4_gO7wrCqvLYK-mcJnI/s1600/IMG_0339.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpvNl3z-n7XTsFH9jVdRqVBQOJx9yeLXygFXFn4naki6RcOBau-VytORv1TBo0zcSCN0mcnUs7_GjLykS5UW1cVKNvj_DGO9TQWsvJ-akc6akkvthJacRNjBm4_gO7wrCqvLYK-mcJnI/s400/IMG_0339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702824952342549522" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lzCBLkS1HR-EbR6SuAiMDetMRcfBycRj0hfoeRFCEDcrYYyEmnkJl8Kepm_rESKlVe-ClNEketJrLY1t4soE6ZglJVKjFm-CY5UtXraDSQYXYY0bwJq-QglNOJXP7upby8x37IlX-NQ/s1600/IMG_0335.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lzCBLkS1HR-EbR6SuAiMDetMRcfBycRj0hfoeRFCEDcrYYyEmnkJl8Kepm_rESKlVe-ClNEketJrLY1t4soE6ZglJVKjFm-CY5UtXraDSQYXYY0bwJq-QglNOJXP7upby8x37IlX-NQ/s400/IMG_0335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702824958845482898" /></a><br /><br />I have a friend that I worked with at the Corner Bakery who is also a photographer. He heard that I was a dancer and wanted to take some "dancer photo's" for his photo collection. We went to this pretty cool place by the Salt Lake to get some pics. It was only a little difficult working with someone who basically knows nothing about dance, so I brought Kelli with me. Here are a few of my fav's. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxL9vqz7EqcK610xVgslGV3bpYIv__TxjqjfIZ8gPMIohWEHdRclr3zIAU3PvDOG1Rbk9ZDttNQJb1hxLeRmHT2Fc8I7gxHoBx5r-l-MP5O-aw1Cz25FwT_A6Dcia0PW5_386V-FORCr8/s1600/110709_hannah_kelli_114.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxL9vqz7EqcK610xVgslGV3bpYIv__TxjqjfIZ8gPMIohWEHdRclr3zIAU3PvDOG1Rbk9ZDttNQJb1hxLeRmHT2Fc8I7gxHoBx5r-l-MP5O-aw1Cz25FwT_A6Dcia0PW5_386V-FORCr8/s400/110709_hannah_kelli_114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702824970082641042" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYLzFsSZA2EAe7pCUeIRFXMy0xIgaTcxrFdnnVTp1kaq90XMtuVY6thMM6qGCDX1g9n8mlLbz_9hjkTl5eEHswYvF6F0bLXXKV1AeJ_CdgzF9jNIGxFo83jHKI19nG0xpHOHhzjBiiug/s1600/110709_hannah_kelli_041.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYLzFsSZA2EAe7pCUeIRFXMy0xIgaTcxrFdnnVTp1kaq90XMtuVY6thMM6qGCDX1g9n8mlLbz_9hjkTl5eEHswYvF6F0bLXXKV1AeJ_CdgzF9jNIGxFo83jHKI19nG0xpHOHhzjBiiug/s400/110709_hannah_kelli_041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702824959680000546" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEbWbatIo0aurgUVQL1GHbpzuzayGIHmHWM7RWw2rQsS_IWL3U1vIKETm3DKkZayh6tXyVhVpFumHtLXrjOm0i08RLzkF2IPuaE1k-AgD8Xtoc-6r9KRuAe2BmUvp6bs-zkSzdhEwuiBw/s1600/110709_hannah_kelli_228.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEbWbatIo0aurgUVQL1GHbpzuzayGIHmHWM7RWw2rQsS_IWL3U1vIKETm3DKkZayh6tXyVhVpFumHtLXrjOm0i08RLzkF2IPuaE1k-AgD8Xtoc-6r9KRuAe2BmUvp6bs-zkSzdhEwuiBw/s400/110709_hannah_kelli_228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702824979474819474" /></a><br /><br />Then I was off! My sister Aimee had a birthday bash craft weekend at her house in California. My Mom, Grama, Leslie, and I attended and it was pretty awesome! We watched her kids swim in the mornings and then while they were resting, we made crafts. Taggart is a good swimmer, his back says, "Eat My Bubbles!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0EavxM5AEWvn4KrJzRe-wj5234qSinj9x4_ia4SQNVyfmDjwH98ItJ2f7RJvphE4UxZOOPZsuAX_enypzLIZ6f_EccdYhmmbG9R8YlLIVxymC0orHLfKltIsXKIB3xSrflnTckvETP0/s1600/DSCN2250.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0EavxM5AEWvn4KrJzRe-wj5234qSinj9x4_ia4SQNVyfmDjwH98ItJ2f7RJvphE4UxZOOPZsuAX_enypzLIZ6f_EccdYhmmbG9R8YlLIVxymC0orHLfKltIsXKIB3xSrflnTckvETP0/s400/DSCN2250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702826495120609362" /></a><br /><br />I'm not very good at crafts so I decided to tackle the easiest one. Even then I almost quit. Right now I feel like one of those people who craft, then post it on their blogs all the time. Don't expect any more of these posts. I don't have a ton of patience for crafting, sadly. But what I did craft made outstanding birthday gifts for my best friends! <br /><br />Magazine Bead Bracelets:<br />You cut strips of colorful magazine and roll it around a toothpick. Modge Podge the bead so it doesn't unwind, and shine it up with some top coat, clear nail polish. SWEET!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HmrfYcDJnSeQ8A85rdZ_dIuOA-UrGXkQxoirQL_kfCeyWVzSUvBzsrpuZIX2WmUl8-UO5og29vqTQ12sw40JgskIlUcpR-LotEC3Lg9BdRHvBV31j98zKzkhgQH-BBW22XHDtDTvdug/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HmrfYcDJnSeQ8A85rdZ_dIuOA-UrGXkQxoirQL_kfCeyWVzSUvBzsrpuZIX2WmUl8-UO5og29vqTQ12sw40JgskIlUcpR-LotEC3Lg9BdRHvBV31j98zKzkhgQH-BBW22XHDtDTvdug/s400/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702826505620967554" /></a><br /><br />My next craft required sisterly help. I looked through magazines to find cute pictures I wanted for necklaces. Aimee bought clear scrabble tile things from Etsy and Leslie glued the pictures I wanted on the back. Then she glued a little hangy on it so that it could hang on the chain. I made little beaded charms and then put them all on the chains. I love my new necklaces! I made a short one and a long one. I lucked out finding a Broadway themed magazine page and I have Kiss Me Kate, Singing in The Rain and My Fair Lady for the tiles. I wanted a big jumble of charms to hang and I absolutely love the center chain I found at Michael's. I am waiting for Aimee's comment about the finished Broadway necklace... Rachel, if I find another page like that, I'll make you one!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_XIPfu3fG_y8S9Obl7JhJC77uACIsT8d2z6BQzvKw5Q_Tfso3emp3P0jWpw_kH_6z89soWIMHUFYBZmj6fCHy0gBON6xEgGd1NCHZcoF18Ye5A7PUoV8Ny2_zCeGrP44crYljjqocGI/s1600/IMG_0430.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs_XIPfu3fG_y8S9Obl7JhJC77uACIsT8d2z6BQzvKw5Q_Tfso3emp3P0jWpw_kH_6z89soWIMHUFYBZmj6fCHy0gBON6xEgGd1NCHZcoF18Ye5A7PUoV8Ny2_zCeGrP44crYljjqocGI/s400/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702826512726628834" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCY5CoYncTe1s41J9T_S2SgOyqRGJE3snxDqQxgbUlPgHKSoWIwbibITvqFVRl16Bbw4JSqam-95_y2tWzad5mQou0xf0wLCdAI0m7kbGYmOQBQ6gPJaUaw9ZqYv3gKCjm5-EwHckZPIE/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCY5CoYncTe1s41J9T_S2SgOyqRGJE3snxDqQxgbUlPgHKSoWIwbibITvqFVRl16Bbw4JSqam-95_y2tWzad5mQou0xf0wLCdAI0m7kbGYmOQBQ6gPJaUaw9ZqYv3gKCjm5-EwHckZPIE/s400/IMG_0431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702826518713745234" /></a><br /><br />Here are everyone's necklaces<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2FLJlYvFk_9tKDTyo3fkP2DEojrx0KbB9qV0JLg3c_l6LKK-WVPyLFh95p4XYaKsgo1Nd101GseCz2Y32g01JUd5uY_nQxuyvqAM39j0DMSiUFwWcpX-VEpGGdi2LOkg_HasxpZ3sBs/s1600/DSCN2370.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2FLJlYvFk_9tKDTyo3fkP2DEojrx0KbB9qV0JLg3c_l6LKK-WVPyLFh95p4XYaKsgo1Nd101GseCz2Y32g01JUd5uY_nQxuyvqAM39j0DMSiUFwWcpX-VEpGGdi2LOkg_HasxpZ3sBs/s400/DSCN2370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702826526338281410" /></a><br /><br />Last but not least... Washer earrings! I just found super cute scrapbook paper and cut it and modge podged it to washers. Then after it dries, I filed down the edges with sand paper. Aside from getting help filing down the edges, I did this one alll by myself! The wiring was a little difficult. I had to try and bend the wire to get it on the actual earring part, make both earrings look the same, and hang right. None the less, I have new cute church earrings!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoN5sreMIMHQf-6S7Z0OL3ibmKFEnBJM-is6hMKAJSzELNltw3JxzaP8B2mzZ-mRZKUF6Va_ObNGv-V6fHsPYY7GkeDgFb2N0WPHnlWS15XHZhH6K4NDz2d7Dhqrdx_TXdMoEm0jImX7s/s1600/IMG_0435.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoN5sreMIMHQf-6S7Z0OL3ibmKFEnBJM-is6hMKAJSzELNltw3JxzaP8B2mzZ-mRZKUF6Va_ObNGv-V6fHsPYY7GkeDgFb2N0WPHnlWS15XHZhH6K4NDz2d7Dhqrdx_TXdMoEm0jImX7s/s400/IMG_0435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702827985006598482" /></a><br /><br />I made Aimee the best double decker cupcakes ever. I'm not crafty but I'm pretty creative. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEign1_Fw8ef6dXJrsEP5y93UGPpghmPoehyphenhyphen43nHPAz69G7_3kWM8ZKQEUxlbmVGShP8O0JTKzWa0m1Po-QhYiQKOdI8kBUOyLxrfaEot3f-0V9OCgIAOD3fBSD2BWCF1YEVaIhnB9zZvYM/s1600/DSCN2290.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEign1_Fw8ef6dXJrsEP5y93UGPpghmPoehyphenhyphen43nHPAz69G7_3kWM8ZKQEUxlbmVGShP8O0JTKzWa0m1Po-QhYiQKOdI8kBUOyLxrfaEot3f-0V9OCgIAOD3fBSD2BWCF1YEVaIhnB9zZvYM/s400/DSCN2290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702827994244342850" /></a><br /><br />Next we played the Favorite Things game. This is where everyone thinks of their favorite thing and brings only 3 of that thing. You could not spend any more than $5. Everybody draws three names. You go around in a circle and explain your favorite thing and give it to the people you drew! Everybody had very interesting favorite things and we were all very happy with our new prizes! Grama's favorite thing was a candle wick pillow, Leslie's was a canned cake, Aimee's was athermos water bottle for slushies, Mom's was a blinged out watch, and mine was nail polish and hand creme. I like this game a lot. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7s3c1xvE66thPUKzrglgkWor14rMkueSoFaamzH1p_r8Jmj1TyDI-hU-lv88LU6hi43pcJfqe6swkVYjWMKEibV9Vn_OKn3D3n-YE0YUtboBrbkC5uK9THASeITdSMMuTkV80SI72Wk/s1600/IMG_0401.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7s3c1xvE66thPUKzrglgkWor14rMkueSoFaamzH1p_r8Jmj1TyDI-hU-lv88LU6hi43pcJfqe6swkVYjWMKEibV9Vn_OKn3D3n-YE0YUtboBrbkC5uK9THASeITdSMMuTkV80SI72Wk/s400/IMG_0401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702827999135440434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJY1zSnzb2-2uhIP6dTOxjcw6IarrKRLIEcZjSLByze0qVjQK36jzuBOOEmt3l_aHzq0PmZ_-5eonQv7iQUs0eYQS1ODGkQVdcJuQhhe4hkHpYVodl0DEnExGFI2e71Ynhpnj933Hrxk/s1600/IMG_0407.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJY1zSnzb2-2uhIP6dTOxjcw6IarrKRLIEcZjSLByze0qVjQK36jzuBOOEmt3l_aHzq0PmZ_-5eonQv7iQUs0eYQS1ODGkQVdcJuQhhe4hkHpYVodl0DEnExGFI2e71Ynhpnj933Hrxk/s400/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702828013423090450" /></a><br /><br />We had a great time Aimee!!!!! I happen to think the birthday girl looks very sassy in this pic...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeDwU4Rivn-O-BBInA5xXINiAOxxbwEooXjdEv_KwW-9XYfXSSUXdoMYB5_Nit5UKo3uuWXE_wY-4bgy0n4YJP1NqFqn9AlvC9PaLBc9X1QcO-mtb0Adq-mWeQZovRLBWnSigqcKVtsQ/s1600/DSCN2406.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibeDwU4Rivn-O-BBInA5xXINiAOxxbwEooXjdEv_KwW-9XYfXSSUXdoMYB5_Nit5UKo3uuWXE_wY-4bgy0n4YJP1NqFqn9AlvC9PaLBc9X1QcO-mtb0Adq-mWeQZovRLBWnSigqcKVtsQ/s400/DSCN2406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702828024329797586" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vU4aW_TqEV0qqg2wmaCAA8pvFCWXRgV0P6NGUPpsy_h4mBFI8Wt4sHzU8xORPmxzxcQNF3fKaG1BiCJIZpCbYZzALbikN0eRsbT1ChxvSvCHKC0Bw08sLAhF7gtjUwGK2FWXg_RcX7U/s1600/DSCN2409.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vU4aW_TqEV0qqg2wmaCAA8pvFCWXRgV0P6NGUPpsy_h4mBFI8Wt4sHzU8xORPmxzxcQNF3fKaG1BiCJIZpCbYZzALbikN0eRsbT1ChxvSvCHKC0Bw08sLAhF7gtjUwGK2FWXg_RcX7U/s400/DSCN2409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702831914123497186" /></a><br /> <br />WE MISSED YOU RACHEL!<br /> <br />Finally I was back to my home in Arizona. I was very excited because my very first best friend came home from his mission! RM Holden Connolly, what a cutie! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEy6SIleWeTyTUEvWTFxiwHAnL08owRUum-YOKLRzPJt-4TPzVdDKtiMuYYXDQImcsAYO5xOQSU_5ojvAYQ2y1dfl228Mh5N9Q8yt2rGm7ltbW79p-piaif2N_z1mRh2Y2yeMSeKm8xg/s1600/IMG_0410.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEy6SIleWeTyTUEvWTFxiwHAnL08owRUum-YOKLRzPJt-4TPzVdDKtiMuYYXDQImcsAYO5xOQSU_5ojvAYQ2y1dfl228Mh5N9Q8yt2rGm7ltbW79p-piaif2N_z1mRh2Y2yeMSeKm8xg/s400/IMG_0410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702831927432897954" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjMVspLIKERufDeP16EnCVEcVhSqNixs2il4og_V70dB5wu5TyxD1P8rGhvKasBbElPt8Zx-y-_N6S83fjmlMP5TcIs7ANs7tahiE3AS3DW_kdi4u-4WNyHwAuyPsxMXl7OBESJ8_SOk/s1600/SAM_0481.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFjMVspLIKERufDeP16EnCVEcVhSqNixs2il4og_V70dB5wu5TyxD1P8rGhvKasBbElPt8Zx-y-_N6S83fjmlMP5TcIs7ANs7tahiE3AS3DW_kdi4u-4WNyHwAuyPsxMXl7OBESJ8_SOk/s400/SAM_0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702831919284030786" /></a><br /><br />I was also stoked because I reunited with my nerdy best friends! I've missed them... <br /><br />We found shoes that we all wanted to purchase at Walmart. I found foux Shape Up's, and Carolyn had Grama shoes. Alex's were the best...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DPZTzK4feGTfNe7zH06Z2h91Xgzm9Z_GB14AfOLw3BGEXEDHXwuJvJLQqPXkjQwRWt7jE1MEC-AX1XhXmydgXmx9yNevMAU1czYtPL33lBebm0ReZnXMf60PuJIAivnNWa8EsCu2p_0/s1600/IMG_0419.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DPZTzK4feGTfNe7zH06Z2h91Xgzm9Z_GB14AfOLw3BGEXEDHXwuJvJLQqPXkjQwRWt7jE1MEC-AX1XhXmydgXmx9yNevMAU1czYtPL33lBebm0ReZnXMf60PuJIAivnNWa8EsCu2p_0/s400/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702831941761883122" /></a><br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iby3wvPOY3M?hl=en&fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxyaJehJOaibtrZ8VysWSBxJqb-nxaDBjnDsbW4Y30La5kGtdE6_IRD9ilIy-KtTxE0SdrAZs4eZllebvK7z1rFfuyWcIOmtfVj04HnlgzCqs6Vyk9Sgcgt629J2TjqycK_baUUGhTk0/s1600/IMG_0427.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxyaJehJOaibtrZ8VysWSBxJqb-nxaDBjnDsbW4Y30La5kGtdE6_IRD9ilIy-KtTxE0SdrAZs4eZllebvK7z1rFfuyWcIOmtfVj04HnlgzCqs6Vyk9Sgcgt629J2TjqycK_baUUGhTk0/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702831947563324754" /></a><br /><br />We had a best friend day and we went and got shellac manicures and pedicures :)<br /><br />One thing this summer that I was not planning on, was Selling Security! My brother sells Security for Security Networks, and he needed some help at the Home and Garden Show in Glendale. Basically he just wanted me so that I could sell my body. It was the longest three days of my life, but I think Dallin was grateful for my help. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNmnzb-WoOr4b94Hq5dSRoZSFR9dLNKx3fVmvX5SnQcg1ZroFEMiFaO2dZMGt9rZEEsa-O7kqaVotWa7RjbdtZyh2pVAVTzCGI1IP_87dVgWXfucR4LE2v0mt90vJlIoh78oSm0PcSGM/s1600/IMG_0415.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNmnzb-WoOr4b94Hq5dSRoZSFR9dLNKx3fVmvX5SnQcg1ZroFEMiFaO2dZMGt9rZEEsa-O7kqaVotWa7RjbdtZyh2pVAVTzCGI1IP_87dVgWXfucR4LE2v0mt90vJlIoh78oSm0PcSGM/s400/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702835090042353090" /></a><br /><br />My last activity this summer was ALLLL RM Holden's idea. Did somebody say NERF WAR?!? His siblings bought him Nerf guns and bullets that had Velcro at the ends of them. Holden had sweet Nerf shirts that the bullets would stick to so you knew when you got shot. We played in a stake center and had all the lights off and just had glow sticks so we knew who to shoot. Our team PWND all three times we played. Can you tell just how awesome our team is?? TEAM JUSTICE! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtHbd_-oGEY9Zk-Jp6XV3HC5Ze0qv3Hwzg2g4LgWaxy7VsgduOf52Cs4wukGVgECqehTX6DScsimTAqfHfUe9Ff0ePZnEYuyaod7OjLhiHNZ3cWRoCvFxZF5z0X1U7NJ90X0LE_jFdmo/s1600/SAM_0475.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtHbd_-oGEY9Zk-Jp6XV3HC5Ze0qv3Hwzg2g4LgWaxy7VsgduOf52Cs4wukGVgECqehTX6DScsimTAqfHfUe9Ff0ePZnEYuyaod7OjLhiHNZ3cWRoCvFxZF5z0X1U7NJ90X0LE_jFdmo/s400/SAM_0475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702835081712597410" /></a><br /><br />Alex's ammo looked like udders :) :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhojWEmkuEe6DYgbooq8QEMGLZ2zUlARGPxu4LZQX_DnaC7C2ASxD_6XYhz_tux9_IsluL4jTtBpeyPEymjZRywEC8bTDO9fGXLV9-gcgJb0rqrhMnuUewow9Q_ihfM_zDfl7hqEzi_Q/s1600/SAM_0476.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhojWEmkuEe6DYgbooq8QEMGLZ2zUlARGPxu4LZQX_DnaC7C2ASxD_6XYhz_tux9_IsluL4jTtBpeyPEymjZRywEC8bTDO9fGXLV9-gcgJb0rqrhMnuUewow9Q_ihfM_zDfl7hqEzi_Q/s400/SAM_0476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702835075640199234" /></a><br /><br />Anyways, I leave back to Utah the 14th and I get a new roommate next weekend! August 22 is the first day of school... "Yaaaaaay" - Baby Mama.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-63040572941633986112011-07-17T10:48:00.000-07:002012-01-28T15:07:11.046-08:00Potterthon.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_SZ1TXodIe4XpDRmi49tG3TdsXbEvvh6JAFdGFPScD0yngffrvJq5O8OI5lIKLPfT8KIErygnmu0ARI_jlRK8TRhakxGNVXSZF8FsUIUYAQgYwXtXX5qKwjjHJkF52y1_6PUDW-n5GE/s1600/P1010137.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_SZ1TXodIe4XpDRmi49tG3TdsXbEvvh6JAFdGFPScD0yngffrvJq5O8OI5lIKLPfT8KIErygnmu0ARI_jlRK8TRhakxGNVXSZF8FsUIUYAQgYwXtXX5qKwjjHJkF52y1_6PUDW-n5GE/s400/P1010137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702818178925453266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Don't judge. If you REALLY know me, you understand that I have always been a Harry Potter nerd. Yes, before the last movie, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 came out at midnight, I successfully watched 20 hours of Harry Potter at the Megaplex Theater at Thanksgiving Point. After watching all of the movies, around 12:30 am, we watched the final Harry Potter movie there ever will be. It was a bitter sweet moment for me because ever since I was ten I have been looking forward to a new book or new movie to come out. Now there is nothing to look forward to except for...everything else in my life. Weird. This movie was basically the end of my childhood because there are no more books or movies coming out. SAD! The last movie was the best movie yet and although it is all over, I still love Harry Potter forever.<br /><br />My friends and I arrived at the theater at 5:30 am July 14, 2011 and left around 3 am July 15, 2011. I took little ten minuted naps through the first few movies but other than that, it was a long day of watching movie after movie after movie. It was so cool because the last time I saw the first movies in the theaters was YEARS ago and I got to see them in theaters AGAIN!<br /><br />I would have never survived without my jug, pillow, backpack loaded with treats, and blanket!! Here is Kelli and I, then the whole gang at 5:30 am!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqwFNSGOokHkqxv4f8HS7i6HJYeZ-lEySGgn1rRF7DB4ag_9ypbXAWhhtSQNmNOH0XSH3rWjkcBN5n4CumwSm8X7PSbTU1Ye9lHI0iS1yM7XAQcKJPZhtMRO_2u6dTqtXBOHm1DJe8ho/s1600/IMG_0349.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqwFNSGOokHkqxv4f8HS7i6HJYeZ-lEySGgn1rRF7DB4ag_9ypbXAWhhtSQNmNOH0XSH3rWjkcBN5n4CumwSm8X7PSbTU1Ye9lHI0iS1yM7XAQcKJPZhtMRO_2u6dTqtXBOHm1DJe8ho/s400/IMG_0349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702818183167078674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwm41jVIf6GTckjbuQBxzTymZkJDStpueZKvkyZwh17kx-fBcRfaDRFcWwjWSHlCWfStVW4SQK_ffPRSeXcin2nWSE-D0j0Q8IztJ6U-t604BeBUKA-vZo8d6gffZzL-Ab5UIavI3aD-s/s1600/IMG_0351.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwm41jVIf6GTckjbuQBxzTymZkJDStpueZKvkyZwh17kx-fBcRfaDRFcWwjWSHlCWfStVW4SQK_ffPRSeXcin2nWSE-D0j0Q8IztJ6U-t604BeBUKA-vZo8d6gffZzL-Ab5UIavI3aD-s/s400/IMG_0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702818194612981986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When we got to our assigned spots in the theater, every seat had a picture of a different HP character that had the order of events, and the list of food sold throughout the day on the back. I searched for Malfoy and switched that with the one that was on my seat. Call me a sicko, but I have ALWAYS had the biggest crush on Draco Malfoy. Sigh.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RdZuweu9ZCP5M17Eqt7UKRaj27v04onHx5CzkQ8ddyVAfF3LQfTEe8KZH3xRyPgPPezhyphenhyphenqeCMzMjrbu7P7J768dhc74mts5CNgyF56thga2Z90c2wNNMwL366i-UmEbGsNvcyT7rE-k/s1600/IMG_0352.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RdZuweu9ZCP5M17Eqt7UKRaj27v04onHx5CzkQ8ddyVAfF3LQfTEe8KZH3xRyPgPPezhyphenhyphenqeCMzMjrbu7P7J768dhc74mts5CNgyF56thga2Z90c2wNNMwL366i-UmEbGsNvcyT7rE-k/s400/IMG_0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702818201614221730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I know when enough is enough. "For example.." I refuse to dress up for the movies, but I LOVE that people go all out crazy, and I love how creative people get making their costumes. I just love the nerds that are more nerds than I am. I will admit though, I have tons of pretty dang amazing shirts. The geekiest thing I did at the Potterthon was that I changed shirts between each movie. Ever since I was 12 I have collected them from birthday and Christmas gifts (thanks to Erik's Amy), or making them before other midnight showings, or plainly seeing them on sale at Hot Topic and getting them. This was one of the best days ever. My children's children are gonna think I'm the coolest. (PS if you got that quote please notify me in my comments, it would make my day..)<br /><br />Movie 1: My very first HP shirt, it says SEEKER. Thank you Amy the second for starting my collection!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8a-Bn1rVmkivrNIxzFnUZ_96h2fkEsMuxKrG2zQZA1MryWK3b1IG8C4hM4AvNcj_04hPcxPPDT-TMET8DU3BJF_PWzs-3i4zGdFYty3ON_EyWPrUZvwQzLENjK6kfLBA8xBu2qwTUZZs/s1600/IMG_0358.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8a-Bn1rVmkivrNIxzFnUZ_96h2fkEsMuxKrG2zQZA1MryWK3b1IG8C4hM4AvNcj_04hPcxPPDT-TMET8DU3BJF_PWzs-3i4zGdFYty3ON_EyWPrUZvwQzLENjK6kfLBA8xBu2qwTUZZs/s400/IMG_0358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702818210190633170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Movie 2 and 6: I love this shirt. It says MALFOY across the back :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_Lqj-Bh6qIJFVijwZwY5ICd2nl50zVpvoRK_kQjGs-DHkgYwZ5-GHrLVpS5eIfLszi2gShCvikrMsUk0Shwp_RSmiARzcXDywIXpCswOKiFQywgwERtVemsjjPhVZaB3Gzq2ezbqF0I/s1600/IMG_0360.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_Lqj-Bh6qIJFVijwZwY5ICd2nl50zVpvoRK_kQjGs-DHkgYwZ5-GHrLVpS5eIfLszi2gShCvikrMsUk0Shwp_RSmiARzcXDywIXpCswOKiFQywgwERtVemsjjPhVZaB3Gzq2ezbqF0I/s400/IMG_0360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702819504914629138" /></a><br /><br /><br />Movie 3: My roommates also had a few different shirts that they changed into throughout the marathon. This Gryffindor shirt says POTTER across the back.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0DhXHtQiDcBiNsznbPMIN84mdlNEY-1NtXKE4hgRtd-oBX8NEfOfv0gVOGJf-iLUf-O5kWxqqxONtvQX2u3RK-W_QwG5vkpwOnGlY2Qqt6SS2wvQOOQi-ZQKnFkr-uvVeGk6QgvfYHQ/s1600/IMG_0361.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0DhXHtQiDcBiNsznbPMIN84mdlNEY-1NtXKE4hgRtd-oBX8NEfOfv0gVOGJf-iLUf-O5kWxqqxONtvQX2u3RK-W_QwG5vkpwOnGlY2Qqt6SS2wvQOOQi-ZQKnFkr-uvVeGk6QgvfYHQ/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702819505270824498" /></a><br /><br />Movie 4: SUPPORT CEDRIC DIGGORY (not Edward). Thanks again Amy the second!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeTX3Ip9XZxQofwOfU_g5fXZa-cUyT2vfVn8OcTUYAg4EJtOfDGeN8UmX8Tseg0qzhukd6tyoPWeYMdfH-Pd4uQAWwg50Nwg42upoiny8ZfXo7HR8G6Ishsqa1JPWgyiikrA822tJpAs/s1600/IMG_0367.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeTX3Ip9XZxQofwOfU_g5fXZa-cUyT2vfVn8OcTUYAg4EJtOfDGeN8UmX8Tseg0qzhukd6tyoPWeYMdfH-Pd4uQAWwg50Nwg42upoiny8ZfXo7HR8G6Ishsqa1JPWgyiikrA822tJpAs/s400/IMG_0367.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702819510470435458" /></a><br /><br />Movie 5: I made this shirt when I still lived in CO!! The back says WWHD? What Would Harry Do? I'm clever, I know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKql9T_8z5CpWWkRlTSGsEgUwQ2tv2rI8-rOBGgw_OfMeJhBJ-pkzgpFDMEuVN7zRTspI9FYgAXJTQZFP3CXaxKLYLqr0mg4QJ5pvjPsyn9g6hOawZQS_kngFE7ojkRuZGQlCRVNbY9kg/s1600/IMG_0368.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKql9T_8z5CpWWkRlTSGsEgUwQ2tv2rI8-rOBGgw_OfMeJhBJ-pkzgpFDMEuVN7zRTspI9FYgAXJTQZFP3CXaxKLYLqr0mg4QJ5pvjPsyn9g6hOawZQS_kngFE7ojkRuZGQlCRVNbY9kg/s400/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702819516341217250" /></a><br /><br />Movie 7: I found this shirt on sale after wanting it for MONTHS!!! What are the odds that there are only 2 left in my size only? You better believe I bought the last one for Rachie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Bjp1ZoLW-9kou7F3AYix-a1ENIHyLPzPNu9J_SORWjFMkbSfwWc3yQf16dfeaiKt_u1WDZc9U988EN5U6XG6GRtuq1laN3lUtWPiihFjSIJfKnrUFeakVK3sAaBKnvZ847-rejDYC5k/s1600/IMG_0384.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Bjp1ZoLW-9kou7F3AYix-a1ENIHyLPzPNu9J_SORWjFMkbSfwWc3yQf16dfeaiKt_u1WDZc9U988EN5U6XG6GRtuq1laN3lUtWPiihFjSIJfKnrUFeakVK3sAaBKnvZ847-rejDYC5k/s400/IMG_0384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702819530444308914" /></a><br /><br />Here are just some other photos throughout the Potterthon:)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFbk3i7V3zOVyTolqNJJuUCqrjPXLmM81CrzuMRmfNZdCI6SqPpDno3ozlYAXyX2NA-Dos1zYKr6KxykjAWQ5BPN1KHCQf1B3hF7bmeXLLkk1DGuq4cnt2Gk6gS8Jk98Mdt6NcG_ic8E/s1600/IMG_0391.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFbk3i7V3zOVyTolqNJJuUCqrjPXLmM81CrzuMRmfNZdCI6SqPpDno3ozlYAXyX2NA-Dos1zYKr6KxykjAWQ5BPN1KHCQf1B3hF7bmeXLLkk1DGuq4cnt2Gk6gS8Jk98Mdt6NcG_ic8E/s400/IMG_0391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702821716727989378" /></a><br /><br />If you watch each movie, you get a Harry Potter "Potterthon" T-shirt that says that YOU SURVIVED! So after we watched each movie they stamp your hand for proof you actually survived each one.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUl-nTHnmLfACE3AjEWWZqXrWJ4b6n2qX64FVW7uXj8zSktRU8fHmRyaMjbo0RFvAvtNKuvoexZxYT10DAIJ9-2s3BDHEZNQ0bEstVBukzZl9VOqqAOuASmyIX9Bk03EKve9-tkTdMbw/s1600/IMG_0372.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUl-nTHnmLfACE3AjEWWZqXrWJ4b6n2qX64FVW7uXj8zSktRU8fHmRyaMjbo0RFvAvtNKuvoexZxYT10DAIJ9-2s3BDHEZNQ0bEstVBukzZl9VOqqAOuASmyIX9Bk03EKve9-tkTdMbw/s400/IMG_0372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702821722587464914" /></a><br /><br />This is what happens during the credits when our neighbors go to the bathroom...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEH4D5YseFwIqte7tf9RKFSjbGjy8o6F3thXq6S7nTgDMcCwnjq5JuMmYr18t4hH_X9Uss_wFi7aAInoO4acMjGkb2WdaRvuK70qwdbbZs2Txdb0w_3SRRA26NYgxBIBvND4GNLujZcs/s1600/IMG_0379.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEH4D5YseFwIqte7tf9RKFSjbGjy8o6F3thXq6S7nTgDMcCwnjq5JuMmYr18t4hH_X9Uss_wFi7aAInoO4acMjGkb2WdaRvuK70qwdbbZs2Txdb0w_3SRRA26NYgxBIBvND4GNLujZcs/s400/IMG_0379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702821728000977186" /></a><br /><br />Voldy<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4TbOGiIJyopiD4J98CA71ZK6bUXwO2XyT5PsY_rCsVBUNs_oXI0CCDqNvKVCTa3eDhG9YFLcDXwkJeGPwOr0vVv46CKWZaApok0b0s6K2WUYveBdeancWiTXi6gruSF-92hN0vvNVxw/s1600/IMG_0386.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis4TbOGiIJyopiD4J98CA71ZK6bUXwO2XyT5PsY_rCsVBUNs_oXI0CCDqNvKVCTa3eDhG9YFLcDXwkJeGPwOr0vVv46CKWZaApok0b0s6K2WUYveBdeancWiTXi6gruSF-92hN0vvNVxw/s400/IMG_0386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702821739248833330" /></a><br /><br />We got pretty starving and they had pizza for a dollar. After one of the movies we beat the crowed to get some pizza!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8WvbQ0bv6_ulCAhVe4mLeO4cO4d6Ctl0I0YwtZKS0KyiCCcfS0wKOXmSfKUQwjI3cTvKdqq_U06twXZLbblvUfRSLhfSEAxxnBWATTUpLEa9B8-nmULMx5lDfqxCyat4KlfMFvhVWzo/s1600/IMG_0364.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8WvbQ0bv6_ulCAhVe4mLeO4cO4d6Ctl0I0YwtZKS0KyiCCcfS0wKOXmSfKUQwjI3cTvKdqq_U06twXZLbblvUfRSLhfSEAxxnBWATTUpLEa9B8-nmULMx5lDfqxCyat4KlfMFvhVWzo/s400/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702821745962736818" /></a><br /><br />Harry is saving me while I gave his bum a little squeeze :) woooooops!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEAj75B272COrtgaFAEa-I62h66dI6tiVLoGXtTlqSD59J-Z-5IkRa4c74TQhLXr98fvOlfU149Ivbhtnl16glTPwZXJ3N16T9GLvXCphrkv4zlhTpBXLZA6jZvfASemhZaL4kfhefMU/s1600/IMG_0387.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEAj75B272COrtgaFAEa-I62h66dI6tiVLoGXtTlqSD59J-Z-5IkRa4c74TQhLXr98fvOlfU149Ivbhtnl16glTPwZXJ3N16T9GLvXCphrkv4zlhTpBXLZA6jZvfASemhZaL4kfhefMU/s400/IMG_0387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702823066676796514" /></a><br /><br />Around 3:30 am the Potterthon came to a close. Here is the whole crew after watching movies for 22 hours. Worth it! First thing I did when I got back was brush my teeth. All the popcorn, treats, and pizza for 22 hours...You don't wanna know.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zmleOj2LE1tRqzEQJObVidtyV259VajEoq4wg4uNXFUKCOW_CKU4vpZPflf3TcJVZ7GDrmR_IZWMwMBzFM_SD-NeTnkDiiNJk4ZhGH0bsHbpqn9nS5LdL1JB9rOGPYU1_NWPFEflaFg/s1600/IMG_0398.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zmleOj2LE1tRqzEQJObVidtyV259VajEoq4wg4uNXFUKCOW_CKU4vpZPflf3TcJVZ7GDrmR_IZWMwMBzFM_SD-NeTnkDiiNJk4ZhGH0bsHbpqn9nS5LdL1JB9rOGPYU1_NWPFEflaFg/s400/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702823070232654098" /></a><br /><br />"DUMBLEDOR'S ARMYYYYYYY!!!!!!"-Random Guy with a sword at the Potterthon when something cool would happen.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-82259745439294741002011-07-06T17:43:00.000-07:002011-08-03T14:11:24.048-07:00My Superawesomewayfantasticreallyamazing Summer AdventureYou knew this oober long post was coming!! Let me just tell you about all the things that I got to do in a span of 8 days. *WARNING* 100% chance that you WILL be jealous of me. Just sayin. <br /><br />On July 22, 2011 I flew to Washington, Dulles Airport in Virginia where my dad picked me up (he had already been there for about a week with my mom and sister). We got to my brother Erik's house around midnight eastern time. When I got there, I basically said goodnight to everyone and went to sleep in my nieces most outstanding princess bed. I wish I had one just like it..<br /><br />DAY #1: Driving to DC. <br /><br />-DC CUPCAKES!!!! Not a lot of people watch this show, and to be honest I have not watched it much either, but ever since the first time I saw it, I just HAD to go there. Cupcakes are my favorite dessert food in the whole world, so this was a great first thing to do in DC. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QH8XRIq4HA/ThR_WAaxSHI/AAAAAAAAAk8/j7kb0OVXB-I/s1600/PAP_0425.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--QH8XRIq4HA/ThR_WAaxSHI/AAAAAAAAAk8/j7kb0OVXB-I/s400/PAP_0425.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626261850538723442" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWXGTKKGDkc/ThR_Wh7UbbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Rs1ojhl_DyE/s1600/PAP_0427.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWXGTKKGDkc/ThR_Wh7UbbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Rs1ojhl_DyE/s400/PAP_0427.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626261859533614514" /></a><br /><br />-Lincoln Memorial, Korean War Veteran Memorial, Smithsonian National Museum of American History, and The White House. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SS7ESC5Lrxs/ThSK1xVfTRI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JQS_McQlT40/s1600/PAP_0454.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SS7ESC5Lrxs/ThSK1xVfTRI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JQS_McQlT40/s400/PAP_0454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626274490873761042" /></a><br /><br />It was hot, and our feet were already hurting so we took a rest. Look at this cute bunch!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb5JDOuIyj0/ThSNRP_lhTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Tacs0te7od4/s1600/DSCN0742.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb5JDOuIyj0/ThSNRP_lhTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Tacs0te7od4/s400/DSCN0742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626277161983116594" /></a><br /><br />Don't act like this picture isn't kinda cool okay?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkX18wI8I84/ThSK2wgD_cI/AAAAAAAAAlk/2PNiE7J_89k/s1600/DSCN0761.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkX18wI8I84/ThSK2wgD_cI/AAAAAAAAAlk/2PNiE7J_89k/s400/DSCN0761.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626274507829542338" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scy6bftJESY/ThSK2LXVhTI/AAAAAAAAAlU/OhAiSiK_BoY/s1600/PAP_0462.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scy6bftJESY/ThSK2LXVhTI/AAAAAAAAAlU/OhAiSiK_BoY/s400/PAP_0462.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626274497860830514" /></a><br /><br />-At the Museum they had Dorothy's ruby slippers :). The Museum was huge. They also had all of the first lady's gowns they wore for the inaugurations. I wont lie, I wish Michelle Obama would let me borrow her dress for my wedding. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6QZyAYWElFo/ThSK3CNrSRI/AAAAAAAAAls/0CfyyTqLWoQ/s1600/PAP_0488.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6QZyAYWElFo/ThSK3CNrSRI/AAAAAAAAAls/0CfyyTqLWoQ/s400/PAP_0488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626274512584263954" /></a><br /><br />-Surprisingly the White House was not as cool as I imagined. When I was told that, "the building over there" was the White House, I really didn't believe it. I guess I expected it would be bigger or something. I really like this picture of Rachel, Erik, and I in front of the White House.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJbuBEzA3jQ/ThSQBw84NyI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tvF6rRpY9Mw/s1600/DSCN0869.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pJbuBEzA3jQ/ThSQBw84NyI/AAAAAAAAAmM/tvF6rRpY9Mw/s400/DSCN0869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626280194487105314" /></a><br /><br /><br />Day #2: Washington DC Temple, Diner, Fathers Day present, and Fireflies! <br /><br />-I really wanted to visit the temples everywhere we went and try to do baptisms. It was a success! The Temple in DC was REALLY pretty and my dad and I did baptisms there, while Rachie and my mom did sealing's. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yF9jnDCETM/ThSPJAcEIJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/cPskWu5eyYA/s1600/TempleFrontGramPap.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_yF9jnDCETM/ThSPJAcEIJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/cPskWu5eyYA/s400/TempleFrontGramPap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626279219391897746" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-IVNpzTu3s/ThSPJYQKqnI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_YoWx1zonQM/s1600/TempleFront.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-IVNpzTu3s/ThSPJYQKqnI/AAAAAAAAAmE/_YoWx1zonQM/s400/TempleFront.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626279225784445554" /></a><br /><br />-Dinner at a diner with Erik, Amy, and their kids. Best diner we went to on the trip by far. Here is me with little Liza Loo. She ordered pancakes :). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-4WlhXy-hs/ThSRyxh5i0I/AAAAAAAAAmc/aMjnU9LgTxw/s1600/DSCN0933.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-4WlhXy-hs/ThSRyxh5i0I/AAAAAAAAAmc/aMjnU9LgTxw/s400/DSCN0933.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626282135967599426" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HJekny44Kg/ThSRyjtnjsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/G--qh7IwsCA/s1600/DSCN0931.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HJekny44Kg/ThSRyjtnjsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/G--qh7IwsCA/s400/DSCN0931.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626282132258655938" /></a><br /><br />-For those who did not get to see Dad open his fathers day testimony book from all of us, this is what it looked like immediately after it was opened. SUCCESS! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NbRe8Xj1s0c/ThSRzA-ZV9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/NgLLylkS5KA/s1600/DSCN0949.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NbRe8Xj1s0c/ThSRzA-ZV9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/NgLLylkS5KA/s400/DSCN0949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626282140113655762" /></a><br /><br />-Erik, Rachel, Pearl the dog, and I went on a walk in search of fireflies. First time I have ever seen them! Rachel and I were trying to catch some and unfortunately I accidentally killed one. I was searching with my hands by my side when I felt something in between my fingers. My first reaction was SQUISH. His light was permanently on after that.. Woops! The flash was too bright so I had to take the picture without it. The blurryness of this picture makes Erik look extremely creepy ha. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8nTMpe7BkU/ThSRzvBDccI/AAAAAAAAAms/PFhSY-WPqWQ/s1600/DSCN0948.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8nTMpe7BkU/ThSRzvBDccI/AAAAAAAAAms/PFhSY-WPqWQ/s400/DSCN0948.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626282152472834498" /></a><br /><br />Day #3: So long Amy, Erik, and kids, thanks for letting us stay! And, HELLO NEW YORK CITY!!! We drove through Philadelphia to New Jersey and rode the train to NYC. Once we got to Penn Station, we had to trek through the city with all of our suitcases to our hotel. <br /><br />-Right away we went to a Pizza place called Posto Pizza. YUM. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJAhR_po-_A/ThSV9cc1OII/AAAAAAAAAm0/Gge6-GtJok8/s1600/DSCN0977.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJAhR_po-_A/ThSV9cc1OII/AAAAAAAAAm0/Gge6-GtJok8/s400/DSCN0977.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626286717334272130" /></a><br /><br />-A whole lot of walking. We went to Little Italy, Chinatown, 911 memorial site, TIMES SQUARE, and Grand Central Station. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMi333057k4/ThSYMXn2z5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/AGUlswLwJjg/s1600/DSCN1015.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMi333057k4/ThSYMXn2z5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/AGUlswLwJjg/s400/DSCN1015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626289172759629714" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yhm5Q3aQlgM/ThSYNMvEblI/AAAAAAAAAnM/yOwvIWVLj0I/s1600/DSCN1094.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yhm5Q3aQlgM/ThSYNMvEblI/AAAAAAAAAnM/yOwvIWVLj0I/s400/DSCN1094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626289187016961618" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edTj3Rlf_Fk/ThSYMxgEUUI/AAAAAAAAAnE/d-RmUOhbNqg/s1600/DSCN1096.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-edTj3Rlf_Fk/ThSYMxgEUUI/AAAAAAAAAnE/d-RmUOhbNqg/s400/DSCN1096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626289179706282306" /></a><br /><br />We saw this guy while walking, he wouldn't stop talking to us! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-697coWgFeHI/ThSYNrkRE1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/_FReOXY-oH0/s1600/DSCN1108.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-697coWgFeHI/ThSYNrkRE1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/_FReOXY-oH0/s400/DSCN1108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626289195293152082" /></a><br /><br />-We took a bus up to Times Square and it was super awesome. That is all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6slPIIifzI/ThSaz3296NI/AAAAAAAAAnc/82md40M_bc4/s1600/DSCN1132.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6slPIIifzI/ThSaz3296NI/AAAAAAAAAnc/82md40M_bc4/s400/DSCN1132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626292050451097810" /></a><br /><br />Of course. Spiderman was there saving us.<br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UA29RzrZg80/ThSa0I03JuI/AAAAAAAAAnk/YeudJ6GLx34/s1600/DSCN1142.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UA29RzrZg80/ThSa0I03JuI/AAAAAAAAAnk/YeudJ6GLx34/s400/DSCN1142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626292055005669090" /></a><br /><br />My sister is SO FUNNY. Thank you so much Eric for letting her come play with me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lV8LqSlV5eA/ThSbytHI0hI/AAAAAAAAAn0/YgmbwjuZVXY/s1600/DSCN1167.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lV8LqSlV5eA/ThSbytHI0hI/AAAAAAAAAn0/YgmbwjuZVXY/s400/DSCN1167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626293129897890322" /></a><br /><br />My dad and I posing in front of Radio City!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1DpPFV39UE/ThSa0RE9pQI/AAAAAAAAAns/gSH7LBPCr0w/s1600/DSCN1187.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1DpPFV39UE/ThSa0RE9pQI/AAAAAAAAAns/gSH7LBPCr0w/s400/DSCN1187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626292057220687106" /></a><br /><br />On our long walk back to the hotel we took some pics of the Empire State Building. New York just legalized gay/lesbian marriage can you tell??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81EgETdvD0Q/ThSdRLGzVCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rxRF6G9u8q0/s1600/DSCN1536.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81EgETdvD0Q/ThSdRLGzVCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/rxRF6G9u8q0/s400/DSCN1536.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626294752857248802" /></a><br /><br />Day #4: Plaza Hotel, FAO Schwarz, Central Park, NYC Temple, ABT, Harry Potter Exhibition, Mary Poppins, and elevator up to the top of Empire State Building!<br /><br />-Home Alone ring a bell?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iTjQ8ySN_78/ThSgJYH_zkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/xGF5-8gEA3M/s1600/DSCN1268.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iTjQ8ySN_78/ThSgJYH_zkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/xGF5-8gEA3M/s400/DSCN1268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626297917447851586" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtcHarE4gEI/ThSgKCb-cnI/AAAAAAAAAoU/b_Ez35pB3Uo/s1600/NYFAOSchwartz.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtcHarE4gEI/ThSgKCb-cnI/AAAAAAAAAoU/b_Ez35pB3Uo/s400/NYFAOSchwartz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626297928805937778" /></a><br /><br />I wanted to play on the Big Piano but there were WAY to many people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yP8U8eCg-cc/ThSgKVOkezI/AAAAAAAAAoc/MgboInLXlhM/s1600/DSCN1296.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yP8U8eCg-cc/ThSgKVOkezI/AAAAAAAAAoc/MgboInLXlhM/s400/DSCN1296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626297933849983794" /></a><br /><br />-Central Park was GORGEOUS! I wanted to scream out "That's How You Know" -Enchanted, when I saw the bridge.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9bciOuYgb0/ThShJGr0sbI/AAAAAAAAAos/e5GcBy6TUj8/s1600/DSCN1314.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9bciOuYgb0/ThShJGr0sbI/AAAAAAAAAos/e5GcBy6TUj8/s400/DSCN1314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626299012277907890" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJtQQoSzf3E/ThShJRQ1UsI/AAAAAAAAAo0/ZtBVE3sGT0A/s1600/DSCN1335.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJtQQoSzf3E/ThShJRQ1UsI/AAAAAAAAAo0/ZtBVE3sGT0A/s400/DSCN1335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626299015117492930" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4LDaDSIoLXg/ThSmXZy0ZsI/AAAAAAAAApE/POieqwyu8GE/s1600/DSCN1440.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4LDaDSIoLXg/ThSmXZy0ZsI/AAAAAAAAApE/POieqwyu8GE/s400/DSCN1440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626304755483829954" /></a><br /><br />-NYC Temple! We did not get to do baptisms here but it was so weird to see the temple surrounded by tons of buildings! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KojLoR5XSAI/ThSmXKZA2xI/AAAAAAAAAo8/2SzEJBHhqVc/s1600/DSCN1375.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KojLoR5XSAI/ThSmXKZA2xI/AAAAAAAAAo8/2SzEJBHhqVc/s400/DSCN1375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626304751349062418" /></a><br /><br />-I saw where American Ballet Theater performs and took a picture. I didn't get to see a show but maybe next time!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZL3MCJYJz0/ThSmXoIfZOI/AAAAAAAAApM/HNWwkO7X0ew/s1600/DSCN1377.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uZL3MCJYJz0/ThSmXoIfZOI/AAAAAAAAApM/HNWwkO7X0ew/s400/DSCN1377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626304759332824290" /></a><br /><br />-Rachel and I went on a private date to the Harry Potter Exhibition. I can't even explain to you how awesome it was. It was the last stop in America so naturally, we HAD to go. It had rooms and rooms of items from the set, props, creatures , and costumes from ALL off the Harry Potter movies. Rachel and I were like little children. About every five seconds we would say "OH MY GOSH LOOK IT'S ____!!!!!!" I couldn't really understand how some people weren't freaking out like us but just so you know we weren't the only ones our age freaking out about everything we saw. Best 30 bucks ever spent. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0Re6Q6zcks/ThSgK9r_SJI/AAAAAAAAAok/btrL-rk9r5s/s1600/DSCN1397.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0Re6Q6zcks/ThSgK9r_SJI/AAAAAAAAAok/btrL-rk9r5s/s400/DSCN1397.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626297944710793362" /></a><br /><br />-Mary Poppins! My dream of seeing a movie on Broadway came true! It was really good I highly recommend seeing Mary Poppins!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmdIhRbGK9k/ThSgJ60LuyI/AAAAAAAAAoM/tunvZsIX8VI/s1600/NYMaryPoppins.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmdIhRbGK9k/ThSgJ60LuyI/AAAAAAAAAoM/tunvZsIX8VI/s400/NYMaryPoppins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626297926759988002" /></a><br /><br />-Although I didn't meet a boy at the top of the Empire State Building, I did get to be up there at sunset. Please note that mom's camera kept adding dates to the photos. Don't look too closely, you will see that the date is completely wrong.. WOOPS!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VD5ip-1D-dM/ThSraEc29ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/NUu1VJ1dZw8/s1600/DSCN1465.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VD5ip-1D-dM/ThSraEc29ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/NUu1VJ1dZw8/s400/DSCN1465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626310298852324754" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYJaifP7m-E/ThSsXuifq3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/wnyUjoLeCl8/s1600/DSCN1525.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYJaifP7m-E/ThSsXuifq3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/wnyUjoLeCl8/s400/DSCN1525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626311358122273650" /></a><br /><br />Day #5: Statue of Liberty, Brooklyn Bridge, Brooklyn, and got our suitcases to walk back to Penn Station, to ride the train back to NJ, to get a rental car to drive through Pennsylvania to Palmyra :). We got there pretty late so we just went to bed at the Palmyra Inn. <br /><br />-Us girls in front to the statue. We wanted to take the ferry but the line was 4 miles long. Seriously.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gg3Z45I347o/ThSn9d58v0I/AAAAAAAAApU/d4Gg9aOCYCE/s1600/NYBatParkGirls.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gg3Z45I347o/ThSn9d58v0I/AAAAAAAAApU/d4Gg9aOCYCE/s400/NYBatParkGirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626306508934135618" /></a><br /><br />-Cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1z2T0C_TJU/ThSn97DhtUI/AAAAAAAAApc/XamYJSFeE5c/s1600/NYCube.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1z2T0C_TJU/ThSn97DhtUI/AAAAAAAAApc/XamYJSFeE5c/s400/NYCube.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626306516758934850" /></a><br /><br />-Me on the Brooklyn Bridge! Please note that ANOTHER item was checked off of my bucket list, I got an I heart NY shirt ACTUALLY from NY.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5GCta0WV83c/ThSpBeV6FHI/AAAAAAAAAps/SVVGRcXyGCQ/s1600/DSCN1635.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5GCta0WV83c/ThSpBeV6FHI/AAAAAAAAAps/SVVGRcXyGCQ/s400/DSCN1635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626307677282505842" /></a><br /><br />When we crossed the bridge, Rachel and I did a <span style="font-style:italic;">Newsies</span> sling shot pose when the character Spot Conlon says, "Never fear, Brooklyn is here." We are geeks, so what? We ate pizza in Brooklyn and took the subway back to our hotel to get all of our stuff to go to Palmyra.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmpsIRCmLIA/ThSpBgUxU3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/cRbcW5sQ3BE/s1600/DSCN1673.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmpsIRCmLIA/ThSpBgUxU3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/cRbcW5sQ3BE/s400/DSCN1673.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626307677814608754" /></a><br /><br />-On the way to Palmyra, we drove through Scranton Pennsylvania. Did somebody say <span style="font-style:italic;">The Office</span>?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axpcETJmI3o/ThSrZkSOnXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ev2V2GI48Yw/s1600/DSCN1698.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-axpcETJmI3o/ThSrZkSOnXI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Ev2V2GI48Yw/s400/DSCN1698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626310290217803122" /></a><br /><br />Day #6: Sacred Grove, Chill and Grill, Book of Mormon Publication Site, Hill Cumorah, and Chill and Grill AGAIN. Coolest part of the trip BY FAR. <br /><br />-Nothing (not even all the sweet things we saw in NYC) was as cool as being in the place where our church began. It was incredible being in the place that I have heard about my whole life. We toured a replica of the Smith barn, and saw exact places where the plates were hidden. The Sacred Grove was so peaceful. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qx0rkwf7NG0/ThSujLb7qUI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jiGEYMa5zaE/s1600/PMSacGrovSky2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qx0rkwf7NG0/ThSujLb7qUI/AAAAAAAAAqU/jiGEYMa5zaE/s400/PMSacGrovSky2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626313753881192770" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOvtfMDFnAY/ThSwe0Y-gvI/AAAAAAAAAqc/YRVmpv0I5A0/s1600/PMSacGrovHanRach.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOvtfMDFnAY/ThSwe0Y-gvI/AAAAAAAAAqc/YRVmpv0I5A0/s400/PMSacGrovHanRach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626315877998559986" /></a><br /><br />-Hill Cumorah<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKNYuTmYLB8/ThSwgfXPDUI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pio3493Y0To/s1600/PMHillHan.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKNYuTmYLB8/ThSwgfXPDUI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pio3493Y0To/s400/PMHillHan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626315906713849154" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rIzKDuqels/ThSyBgdMQXI/AAAAAAAAArM/bCgOULEYpT8/s1600/PMHillCumorahMoroni.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rIzKDuqels/ThSyBgdMQXI/AAAAAAAAArM/bCgOULEYpT8/s400/PMHillCumorahMoroni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626317573454578034" /></a><br /><br />Now can you see how I turned out so good looking. Serrriously people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tgQ9u3RpcU/ThSxf2_6okI/AAAAAAAAArE/tTrypQ3uLEg/s1600/PMHanDadMomStatue.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tgQ9u3RpcU/ThSxf2_6okI/AAAAAAAAArE/tTrypQ3uLEg/s400/PMHanDadMomStatue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626316995390251586" /></a><br /><br />-Book of Mormon Publication Site<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_c_ZFfZm0FU/ThSypYBNQII/AAAAAAAAArc/vlrIPCoEegs/s1600/DSCN1735.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_c_ZFfZm0FU/ThSypYBNQII/AAAAAAAAArc/vlrIPCoEegs/s400/DSCN1735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626318258384486530" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DNLV3Hvwf4/ThSybM-IJsI/AAAAAAAAArU/5iBKziOp9vk/s1600/DSCN1725.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DNLV3Hvwf4/ThSybM-IJsI/AAAAAAAAArU/5iBKziOp9vk/s400/DSCN1725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626318014900610754" /></a><br /><br />-Chill and Grill. Dads most favorite spot in Palmyra. you get hots (hot dogs), Hamburgers, and ice cream. It looks sorta "rinky dinky" but it was delish. They were very generous with the amount of food/ ice cream they give people. Which probably isn't something to brag about. Here are most of the Chill and Grill pics, you better believe we went there every single day we were in Palmyra. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFo9xjQEHIs/ThS0tff8rkI/AAAAAAAAArs/TJC4G5fj4hc/s1600/DSCN1980.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFo9xjQEHIs/ThS0tff8rkI/AAAAAAAAArs/TJC4G5fj4hc/s400/DSCN1980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626320528135204418" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FKFy_RC2gg/ThS0tDJq7II/AAAAAAAAArk/5gXT6cAy-GU/s1600/DSCN1710.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3FKFy_RC2gg/ThS0tDJq7II/AAAAAAAAArk/5gXT6cAy-GU/s400/DSCN1710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626320520525573250" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAoSr5bvciY/ThS0uNsv0yI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EaknlV6tbTw/s1600/DSCN1707.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAoSr5bvciY/ThS0uNsv0yI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EaknlV6tbTw/s400/DSCN1707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626320540536918818" /></a><br /><br />-We went to the Hill Cumorah visitors center and watched The Restoration video. Such a testimony builder after having been in the Sacred Grove only hours before. <br /><br />Day #7: Big Book of Mormon, Whitmer Farm, Sauders, Governer John Wood Mansion, Palmyra Temple, and last but not least Chill and Grill. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sS-E0-to1x0/ThS3VRiXYFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6731nvR26Ic/s1600/DSCN1799.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sS-E0-to1x0/ThS3VRiXYFI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6731nvR26Ic/s400/DSCN1799.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626323410605269074" /></a><br /><br />-I like this picture of my dad by the Whitmer Farm.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0LQfqN_cJE/ThS3ViFWg1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/hVaRNN8VdGs/s1600/DSCN1838.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n0LQfqN_cJE/ThS3ViFWg1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/hVaRNN8VdGs/s400/DSCN1838.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626323415046980434" /></a><br /><br />-Here is my mom in front of the Sauders sign. Sauders was a Mennonite grocery store with a ton of homemade food. We got salsa, jam, chap stick, and mini pies. I wish that I could have bought all the candy there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2J9JxCfAOMI/ThS4Dy7JsGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Sj8xkt9EbDg/s1600/DSCN1845.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2J9JxCfAOMI/ThS4Dy7JsGI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Sj8xkt9EbDg/s400/DSCN1845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626324209841582178" /></a><br /><br />-Governor John Woods Mansion was a really pretty place. It gave me some ideas for my future home...I'm lame, I'm not even gonna put pictures of the house up because I have a feeling Rachel will. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_OjmvRz3Rk/ThVxGrLzm_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Ow2CTHvCaWY/s1600/DSCN1899.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_OjmvRz3Rk/ThVxGrLzm_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Ow2CTHvCaWY/s400/DSCN1899.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626527668954700786" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQoZ8dRRFzo/ThVxqF4_FHI/AAAAAAAAAss/wqr_H7v_gHg/s1600/PMSonnenGirlsBrigde2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQoZ8dRRFzo/ThVxqF4_FHI/AAAAAAAAAss/wqr_H7v_gHg/s400/PMSonnenGirlsBrigde2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626528277418939506" /></a><br /><br />-Palmyra Temple! My family and I did baptisms there and little did I know that it was my moms first time doing baptisms!! I was glad to be an old pro and tell her what to do :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j54wFn1XLsg/ThVyyAymNMI/AAAAAAAAAs0/UdOiWVl8cdk/s1600/DSCN1949.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j54wFn1XLsg/ThVyyAymNMI/AAAAAAAAAs0/UdOiWVl8cdk/s400/DSCN1949.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626529513000547522" /></a><br /><br />You could see the Sacred Grove from the window of the temple. Here it is behind us now. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezQjFGocbkg/ThVyysg5d6I/AAAAAAAAAs8/LHQXiI0iOKY/s1600/DSCN1953.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezQjFGocbkg/ThVyysg5d6I/AAAAAAAAAs8/LHQXiI0iOKY/s400/DSCN1953.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626529524737472418" /></a><br /><br />Last but not least, Day #8: NIAGARA FALLS. Canadian side Doy. The falls were pretty sweet and we all did Maid of the Mist. That's where you go on that little boat down there and get really close to the falls. CAUTION- You will get soaked. Mist my butt, but it was so stinkin cool.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aVie5ZWNyg/ThV1iX2EplI/AAAAAAAAAtM/BWze77Gu0gE/s1600/NFBothFalls.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4aVie5ZWNyg/ThV1iX2EplI/AAAAAAAAAtM/BWze77Gu0gE/s400/NFBothFalls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626532542846117458" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuw7yaKEQ2c/ThV1h0N1vWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZngIlBLZK_I/s1600/NFFamily2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuw7yaKEQ2c/ThV1h0N1vWI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZngIlBLZK_I/s400/NFFamily2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626532533282127202" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaXWqYtEtWY/ThV3BolQPqI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gKd_f8Sl8Wc/s1600/NFMaid2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaXWqYtEtWY/ThV3BolQPqI/AAAAAAAAAtk/gKd_f8Sl8Wc/s400/NFMaid2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626534179426549410" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYub-dskz78/ThV1iqdYz1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ad1WVMl7C4c/s1600/DSCN2065.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYub-dskz78/ThV1iqdYz1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ad1WVMl7C4c/s400/DSCN2065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626532547842854738" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfkJVvzApAM/ThV1jMoAPjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ogavMpuU3Pk/s1600/DSCN2128.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JfkJVvzApAM/ThV1jMoAPjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ogavMpuU3Pk/s400/DSCN2128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626532557014187570" /></a><br /><br />-Then we shopped around for a bit in Canada at these weird lookin shops, went to Margaritaville, and bought my dad Tim Hansen doughnuts. They are better than Krispy Kreme. Seriously.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndrA3NDZAzs/ThV5fRXOpKI/AAAAAAAAAts/D890j379XZU/s1600/DSCN2138.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndrA3NDZAzs/ThV5fRXOpKI/AAAAAAAAAts/D890j379XZU/s400/DSCN2138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626536887613039778" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Owp9APaJ67k/ThV5fvSKlLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/D_O5wMOfKfk/s1600/DSCN2135.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Owp9APaJ67k/ThV5fvSKlLI/AAAAAAAAAt0/D_O5wMOfKfk/s400/DSCN2135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626536895644865714" /></a><br /><br />He was pretty happy! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mq4fxTPItZs/ThV5g8JegyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kQEd59faPQI/s1600/DSCN2157.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mq4fxTPItZs/ThV5g8JegyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kQEd59faPQI/s400/DSCN2157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626536916277953314" /></a><br /><br />My s'more flavored doughnut. YUM.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sxFYe5b5SNg/ThV5gKWHAhI/AAAAAAAAAt8/En_LLgZ462k/s1600/DSCN2159.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sxFYe5b5SNg/ThV5gKWHAhI/AAAAAAAAAt8/En_LLgZ462k/s400/DSCN2159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626536902909166098" /></a><br /><br />After a long day in Canada we went back to our hotel. The next morning we shopped around a bit in Palmyra, and of course went to Chill and Grill one last time before we all went to the airport to go to our homes. As you can see, it was a pretty dang Superawesomewayfantasticreallyamazing Summer Adventure. Thanks for sharing it with me Mom, Dad and Rachie!!!<br /><br />However, the summer adventures are still not over! I go to the HP marathon next week, the next day head off to California for a few days for my sister Aimee's birthday, and then I will drive home to AZ to be in my nice cozy bed and play with my very best friends!!! <br /><br />See Ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-983914788582566592011-06-15T10:26:00.001-07:002012-03-03T22:36:09.821-08:00Thoughts and Haps.I really don't expect you to care what I'm up to, I just am horrible at journal writing so I think that is why I blog about my life. I have been a serious blog stalker lately and it got me thinking... <br /><br />My blog is called the Life of Hannah Forward and Backwards. I included in the description that I will be telling you about life and THOUGHTS forward and backwards. Well I realize I SUCK at the THOUGHTS part of my blog description so here are a few:<br /><br />*I know the world always says they want delete their Facebook, and they just NEVER do. It's like, I don't wanna hear it anymore you know? I think very highly of the ones that can delete it and actually are successful (meaning they haven't gotten back on it since...) PROPS. <br /><br />*I need to brag that I am doing so well posting on my blog frequently. My family used to always get mad that I never posted EVER. Well family, I'm the best at the moment. Just admit it. <br /><br />*I sometimes love when people have random funny/cool youtube vids on their blog, but it sorta drives me insane if EVERY post has them. Like I said, I've been blog stalking lately and I will admit I don't want to sit and watch youtube vid after youtube vid after youtube vid you know? A couple is cool. A couple hundred? Not so cool. <br /><br />*I read this one girls blog recently that had a post of random things people probably don't know about her. I sorta like this idea so I will share just a few things that not a lot of people know about me: <br />#1 I am scared of flying and slightly scared of elevators (I've gotten more brave since I was little) <br />#2 I tried to enroll in the U's Elementary Gymnastics class. Sadly ballet got in the way. <br />#3 I want to go to beauty school after I graduate college :) I'm seriously thinking about it.<br />#4 I wish that I knew how to roller skate REALLY well. Good enough to be in a Roller Derby. I even considered getting roller skates the other day when I actually met a 37 year old lady at the park who is currently in the Roller Rockettes Roller Derby. They call her Scarlicious. She's my idol, you shoulda seen her legs. This was my thought process, "I break bones easy. Oh yeah I'm a Ballet major. Maybe after I graduate...That ain't gon happen." Darn. <br />#5 I HATE sneezing.<br /><br />Enough with the thoughts, I need to document some of my summer before the REAL summer haps start goin down! To begin, I have two more days of summer school and then: goodbye Utah, HELLO NYC. YES! I know that the NY post is gonna be a long post because I always have the longest posts ever so I'm gonna break down the first part of summer.<br /><br />My roommates and I have decided to start doing Dessert Nights. We are trying to make it a monthly kinda thing. We make it at our house, and tell everyone to bring one topping. It is so successful. <br /><br />First dessert night was Crepes<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhKwMHlNvWZ9N1jUR9ioJwlKjP22r8OT6CZz0lYdXGZCmWkK-M99wwC3CXWKWPQ31Yt5iVIdiJD8VKvJzs_sj1pI1seGBTQ6x9ZpXJHKME3xJyC-H_QF2RW_0tz7U1Vu8LuGfdPIfYak/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvhKwMHlNvWZ9N1jUR9ioJwlKjP22r8OT6CZz0lYdXGZCmWkK-M99wwC3CXWKWPQ31Yt5iVIdiJD8VKvJzs_sj1pI1seGBTQ6x9ZpXJHKME3xJyC-H_QF2RW_0tz7U1Vu8LuGfdPIfYak/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715921533446532914" /></a><br /><br />Second Dessert Night was Fruit Pizza<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoQMyVZfyGYeu8qEVZO2iCz9lLlQ3KvA9tgqzfikYe4MdHy7614LnYOODgpd02xFZP_H3AZDKYPclOe8-a6JqAizWUAdP_nUn_R5wk6zkr4o4vhH5ZP-TuMLTB508AHtg_N8x8hgiS0I/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoQMyVZfyGYeu8qEVZO2iCz9lLlQ3KvA9tgqzfikYe4MdHy7614LnYOODgpd02xFZP_H3AZDKYPclOe8-a6JqAizWUAdP_nUn_R5wk6zkr4o4vhH5ZP-TuMLTB508AHtg_N8x8hgiS0I/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715921543613245778" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqYY3FGLzSiLjAGw84pdUwgo5f9HW4Qk5ZapOt3cBf7csSu_DvQhEBw3kNXGBgjLkFE5QhgYCgHyCs-aPpdZ-YjGY7xsp5AmR1duIUfOqlNNLdqE64yhOPykzxd2hWMQIDKjj9Gi5Lc0/s1600/IMG_0289.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqYY3FGLzSiLjAGw84pdUwgo5f9HW4Qk5ZapOt3cBf7csSu_DvQhEBw3kNXGBgjLkFE5QhgYCgHyCs-aPpdZ-YjGY7xsp5AmR1duIUfOqlNNLdqE64yhOPykzxd2hWMQIDKjj9Gi5Lc0/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715921536931723154" /></a><br /><br />I told you Dessert Night is successful! Everyone loves Dessert Night at Apt A-108.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-V4CVRNHocn9Z2INCx2UKjiXbF5AqxEdt7F0TE7Mm6pvIXqO3z6ZNU3YvN0p4qQIQNBJryalpu3WMiGjftmDvoLkv7CKAZkmaDG_JY3iNb9wPUtLtjk5qgzwB8fS19_2GmaCG7mgrjE/s1600/IMG_0290.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-V4CVRNHocn9Z2INCx2UKjiXbF5AqxEdt7F0TE7Mm6pvIXqO3z6ZNU3YvN0p4qQIQNBJryalpu3WMiGjftmDvoLkv7CKAZkmaDG_JY3iNb9wPUtLtjk5qgzwB8fS19_2GmaCG7mgrjE/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715921550747989778" /></a><br /><br />As of last weekend, the studio I teach for had their end of year recital! I love watching my choreography come to life. Seriously, so rewarding. But first, I had to MAKE my costumes. Don't even get me started. I had a lot of helpers which was so nice! Thank you to all of my tutu helpers, I could NOT have finished/ or had ballet costumes without you!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicgbnmUT_ZvQscaIDVhO2u_NMPISLvln1HZQfZQrxGtAQrLmN0Tfgk-yL6C8OeeAtZECYRIbUStE6ip7kGvaDJFbNitjjvI6HfAWRbBmyu-NeFXoDU_H-78ZXarMfRlqhteofO8fXJ2JQ/s1600/IMG_0283.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicgbnmUT_ZvQscaIDVhO2u_NMPISLvln1HZQfZQrxGtAQrLmN0Tfgk-yL6C8OeeAtZECYRIbUStE6ip7kGvaDJFbNitjjvI6HfAWRbBmyu-NeFXoDU_H-78ZXarMfRlqhteofO8fXJ2JQ/s400/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715921557006002978" /></a><br /><br />My roommate got a little crazy...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2Pa9nKlGL6Uk4CYlULTgTpciSwisRfzMN-9yrPCh-Lj22SXXoXCcWoB47NNYjzKGTKHbxfI5rGsV3SLFMxSIpt-Wv3gTpjeejg5Gx1f0X9amxo5ISDqqrIcsrlMZvEjWqgD4kRPoGuA/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2Pa9nKlGL6Uk4CYlULTgTpciSwisRfzMN-9yrPCh-Lj22SXXoXCcWoB47NNYjzKGTKHbxfI5rGsV3SLFMxSIpt-Wv3gTpjeejg5Gx1f0X9amxo5ISDqqrIcsrlMZvEjWqgD4kRPoGuA/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715926660161173074" /></a><br /><br />13 tutu's...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOVCayAxQf7s33AZlorQLlLeMtR0Js39q2C9Yr5_lNbdNFl8HCr5mKY_IZtL1D8ypWmFFybXH9Yojl1gkjTi1w4Ri8ZE-3g5E2s8-Kt6dEhHVvePYFepxLUkyOMusIhlTtqrG3R69jgw/s1600/IMG_0295.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOVCayAxQf7s33AZlorQLlLeMtR0Js39q2C9Yr5_lNbdNFl8HCr5mKY_IZtL1D8ypWmFFybXH9Yojl1gkjTi1w4Ri8ZE-3g5E2s8-Kt6dEhHVvePYFepxLUkyOMusIhlTtqrG3R69jgw/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715926665157782498" /></a><br /><br />My best helper, Leslie. I saved sewing the sparkly elastic for last so that I could get help from a machine. I went to her house THE NIGHT before my recital. The machine broke, we had to hand stitch ALL OF THEM. It was a good time.... I owe you one Leslie!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-H_F5TiLb-EBv9QFrqjCPJYEhodVvl4eqULwyPxsruR293U1QjAOHogXDB3D9LbkY5JGGDp29YCHQ3tA1XhMumF6bt-XIPwAZS8BL0nMIBee1ccBKuumJZ6GruLcaCgj926rIBqDO2w/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG-H_F5TiLb-EBv9QFrqjCPJYEhodVvl4eqULwyPxsruR293U1QjAOHogXDB3D9LbkY5JGGDp29YCHQ3tA1XhMumF6bt-XIPwAZS8BL0nMIBee1ccBKuumJZ6GruLcaCgj926rIBqDO2w/s400/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715925077871767618" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOKqbSU-7_ylxp0UclpwWcLn757Pa5jgWVB_HEQiQEv0hyJWuBs1a2aJfaCo8Bbh3XtFW34isrAnz46rLxtMdbFFpOwTWul1aOMk66jhvth3SwV8X1eKqdaEE6uHhOGC3_HkgYkvRaTc/s1600/IMG_0293.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOKqbSU-7_ylxp0UclpwWcLn757Pa5jgWVB_HEQiQEv0hyJWuBs1a2aJfaCo8Bbh3XtFW34isrAnz46rLxtMdbFFpOwTWul1aOMk66jhvth3SwV8X1eKqdaEE6uHhOGC3_HkgYkvRaTc/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715925078897946754" /></a><br /><br />I get a little picture crazy but here are some of my classes. Every class had their own dance, and then I combined the top three levels for another dance. The combined dance was what I made the tutu's for. I'm horrible and didn't even get a picture of the girls in my hand made tutu's, only video. Shucks.<br /><br />12-13 year olds<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFrlqBee0UQdbhT0uUpZGeUobrI5rlwEXNtCv0BQSdKTGRFMJXwFHEC3MfCnirbsV-yQR60yYqPIL08kDAl_EtEhKD5gKcL9ZHh0Jpky0pwuR0Uo_VkvJsJT0MHyhruOQD3SKME5FR5g/s1600/IMG_2051.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFrlqBee0UQdbhT0uUpZGeUobrI5rlwEXNtCv0BQSdKTGRFMJXwFHEC3MfCnirbsV-yQR60yYqPIL08kDAl_EtEhKD5gKcL9ZHh0Jpky0pwuR0Uo_VkvJsJT0MHyhruOQD3SKME5FR5g/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715925082587342322" /></a><br /><br />14-15 year olds<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPD9cjX0doZGefXxooU9Xkb5W9KuJkZ4180jprdOjSY6SO-S6crSWTE3CEPJaE9ymOEWJnYxPaSIhKbX91FdRq8XythtSENIEz0L6l8YcZLYCsvr1n7phFYg3qm3IpOBwfEhWtYgyGEQ/s1600/IMG_2048.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPD9cjX0doZGefXxooU9Xkb5W9KuJkZ4180jprdOjSY6SO-S6crSWTE3CEPJaE9ymOEWJnYxPaSIhKbX91FdRq8XythtSENIEz0L6l8YcZLYCsvr1n7phFYg3qm3IpOBwfEhWtYgyGEQ/s400/IMG_2048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715925089946479202" /></a><br /><br />16 year olds. This class is one of my favorites cause it is their first year dancing. They are so eager to learn and I love teaching them! My camera ran out of batteries for their dance :(. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovXy4cA_L63gH2b80rO96KWgPWPVwPOd2KUGnvmOWvPeqGcO7LAy8GCHaQsUCRW3uIs1LSzRort1BWgKWVL6Y94BSrJGX9LhWrkG9BbllWSaoggBXP4V65TrLsBLbe5a1p_XVqOUMfSc/s1600/IMG_2049.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovXy4cA_L63gH2b80rO96KWgPWPVwPOd2KUGnvmOWvPeqGcO7LAy8GCHaQsUCRW3uIs1LSzRort1BWgKWVL6Y94BSrJGX9LhWrkG9BbllWSaoggBXP4V65TrLsBLbe5a1p_XVqOUMfSc/s400/IMG_2049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715925093799569906" /></a><br /><br />My babies stole the show. My friend Alex gave me the idea to use a song from the movie Up! They were ecstatic about the balloon idea. Precious! <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ub4e7Q4VvWzwepuKIgVaJPX5YoM2NqcsZV11tzxIqkwuvjkbQAZ-Q5-_6aFxd3mgPm46oCj-VJ27eKr-OR9hAzPyAobsYHcQq9zzTALHOZcqcju9TJmGCs20vKdPfYQ8NiXhsJ9eOBM/s1600/IMG_0298.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ub4e7Q4VvWzwepuKIgVaJPX5YoM2NqcsZV11tzxIqkwuvjkbQAZ-Q5-_6aFxd3mgPm46oCj-VJ27eKr-OR9hAzPyAobsYHcQq9zzTALHOZcqcju9TJmGCs20vKdPfYQ8NiXhsJ9eOBM/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715925378920011618" /></a><br /><br />I did a dance for my oldest level (16-17 year olds) based off of the movie Chicago. Alex and I edited together the songs Cell Block Tango and Roxie. They were dressed as flapper girls. I wish I would have gotten a picture... Sadly I did not but they were sooooo sassy! <br /><br />Here is a little combination of most of my dances. The girl who filmed this was not very good.. Also, Keep in mind that most of these girls never really had a good ballet teacher... :) Please comment and tell me what you think!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTPk30Iz8gI?hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTPk30Iz8gI?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-56970214351542306252011-05-26T13:07:00.001-07:002012-03-03T23:20:14.479-08:00SCHOOL'S OUT!!! not..I got out of Spring Semester the last week of April and I am pleased to inform you that passed all of my classes, and I am now a member of the 4290 Ballet class (that means I moved up a level). Three cheers for Hannah!!<br /><br />HIP HIP HOORAY<br />HIP HIP HOORAY<br />HIP HIP HOOORRRAAAAAYY!!!<br /><br />This is really worth cheering for because they are making tons of changes in my department right now. Teachers are getting more strict, and lots of people in my class got held back :/ so I'm considering myself a LUCKY LUCKY girl. <br /><br />I had about a week and a half of a break of no school until summer school started.. BLAHHHHH. Never doing this again.<br />Ok so I shouldn't be complaining because this is my last day of my two week long class but let me just tell you, this has been a LONG two weeks. I am currently taking 3 classes: One online class, one 3.5 hour class on Tuesday's and Thursday's and last but not least a two week 4 hour long class M,T,W,H,F. YUCK. Good thing it is pretty interesting. It is the Study of Families. I had REALLY long days on Tuesdays and Thursday's for two weeks. 9am-4pm being in only 2 classes is HARSH. That is why I am grateful for my Mac :). Going through my first week of summer classes, I also had rehearsal after rehearsal for the Sleeping Beauty Performance that weekend, and on top of THAT, I had to still teach my ballet classes. BUSY BUSY BUSY! <br /><br />But lets start with a few things that happened during my crazy busy schedule.<br /><br />I went to my first funeral a few months ago for my Uncle Brad. Am I the only 20 year old in the world that has never gone to a funeral? So it would seem. There were so many things about funerals that I just had no clue about, and it sorta made me nervous. This is when I hear dad in the background saying "What is yuh ignernt?!" but really, I learned a whole lot and it was a great growing experience. Hot tub Hannah is a big girl now! It was not nearly as horrible as I always thought my first funeral would be. As a matter of fact it wasn't horrible at all! It was a very sad but also very happy that families are forever and I'm glad that I belong to a church that knows that this is true. I learned so many things about my uncle that I never knew and I want to become as great of a person as he was. I will strive to be more helpful, caring and giving like my Uncle Brad. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74Aui-0ZkJc/Td7AXUwT6tI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/nrwi8G9AzsA/s1600/DSC00832.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74Aui-0ZkJc/Td7AXUwT6tI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/nrwi8G9AzsA/s400/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611133692691081938" /></a><br /><br />Next, EASTER! The Easter bunny was so good to me this year. <br />New Toms. My others are basically shot. Journey is the Destination. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJSkz8_fuyDAuSJdsXJ5mC5ZISs6AGa0AwzS4TJGaT3xnoO319BTZxnMSYpsNP5azyl1fEEOj_FNIvuOhiEUqcTHlihKLPqYcDgWr_eiIEdI9SiflClYEjHcjmjbx4HW-61VzuP62-jo/s1600/00001h1r.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJSkz8_fuyDAuSJdsXJ5mC5ZISs6AGa0AwzS4TJGaT3xnoO319BTZxnMSYpsNP5azyl1fEEOj_FNIvuOhiEUqcTHlihKLPqYcDgWr_eiIEdI9SiflClYEjHcjmjbx4HW-61VzuP62-jo/s400/00001h1r.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715928229560344034" /></a><br /><br />Dear Easter Bunny, please bring me these next:<br />Crochet Toms. Awesome.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmPZliauhjtVlXWTYJmhmHcsc89AKyV5zlKGTLdd6vwfFLb4ZULBw-QAButzB-aVLhfgldS19hKuaX_GLLBAov8oh1i3FBd7a36sOEGkNPVEHE07ZjwBs_E_WFbAcKAbJs3MAhJ-es04/s1600/xl_tomsredcrochet.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmPZliauhjtVlXWTYJmhmHcsc89AKyV5zlKGTLdd6vwfFLb4ZULBw-QAButzB-aVLhfgldS19hKuaX_GLLBAov8oh1i3FBd7a36sOEGkNPVEHE07ZjwBs_E_WFbAcKAbJs3MAhJ-es04/s400/xl_tomsredcrochet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715928514922298130" /></a><br /><br />We had a fun Easter Dinner and egg dying at Leslie's. I love Leslie Food, and I rock at egg dying. I should be professional. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiiR5LtPvIdXP5TnsCn0zXEwe9i-BLmvB3xNvEnhV303C1JAWnSJA2_EJZ3EI7oxBFJ-bsDEdC-N7xZZK2wuj2muAFxLqbXGnNiY_JKQnCGuaszIVmKGlcoefrwkoQGZpKyFnDzi45N98/s1600/DSC00335.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiiR5LtPvIdXP5TnsCn0zXEwe9i-BLmvB3xNvEnhV303C1JAWnSJA2_EJZ3EI7oxBFJ-bsDEdC-N7xZZK2wuj2muAFxLqbXGnNiY_JKQnCGuaszIVmKGlcoefrwkoQGZpKyFnDzi45N98/s400/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715929328386397218" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WACi6jm8WjBRK6hWSGq_varrp4QgYUqA4zQ6JWeHfMGBvUcZAYK9X36c5mA89ShVkXt8cvNJT1K_08iJ0EjN10o8vkx-m_PINnogOCLrUGRVCysuE4rwPtq5a_zAMTSITv2bRVR3Eq4/s1600/DSC01986.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0WACi6jm8WjBRK6hWSGq_varrp4QgYUqA4zQ6JWeHfMGBvUcZAYK9X36c5mA89ShVkXt8cvNJT1K_08iJ0EjN10o8vkx-m_PINnogOCLrUGRVCysuE4rwPtq5a_zAMTSITv2bRVR3Eq4/s400/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715929335229445570" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MCZbtGoytESGh7VI4KC_99h2973eWk4edTIvnN-26iA6dicPgahJHg639LAVIUeo0RGM9-7UfoUhzFwQ6GJSYqRAyPdnDGrtBoJiNMpg2PAGbvivlVA9iOlAoqS7GGwgsEo0z5QQ0n8/s1600/DSC01981.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3MCZbtGoytESGh7VI4KC_99h2973eWk4edTIvnN-26iA6dicPgahJHg639LAVIUeo0RGM9-7UfoUhzFwQ6GJSYqRAyPdnDGrtBoJiNMpg2PAGbvivlVA9iOlAoqS7GGwgsEo0z5QQ0n8/s400/DSC01981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715929340745157634" /></a><br /><br />My Roomy turned 21. We celebrated by going to a non-alcoholic lounge and dressing up all fancy. It was awesome! I gave everyone make overs and we drove down to Provo, went to the lounge, got ice cream, and then slept over at Leslie's house. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBBIE!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6HzCkLh0WWr1-67XojjwJn_W3RIPXsZG5RtPd9f3cwDe9AdE40upsQkkFkKZkxTXx386XPUm2SDYwqhhOVozE7p6rN0fbuDAH2M4RZ4BB8uBGegomwj44T-HfUU0FZ7cCr4TF_6VqFc/s1600/P1010315.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6HzCkLh0WWr1-67XojjwJn_W3RIPXsZG5RtPd9f3cwDe9AdE40upsQkkFkKZkxTXx386XPUm2SDYwqhhOVozE7p6rN0fbuDAH2M4RZ4BB8uBGegomwj44T-HfUU0FZ7cCr4TF_6VqFc/s400/P1010315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715929344450295138" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcvodDAEGzk/Td7GT2RfJaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/WYXTAp5XvNs/s1600/P1010300.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vcvodDAEGzk/Td7GT2RfJaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/WYXTAp5XvNs/s400/P1010300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611140230038889890" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9C42HfdzGxCCMEB92NbnbDTUQni2wGYle4v9u75gdMPW_dB9XR26b8ZAYPFu8FHxDy7BsZNOCqcLz0q67HTPYZra7fCmGNWOljL_tt6sGGltIfA7pgCC31TvND1BNmONjKj5ZnXYOqY/s1600/P1010299.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9C42HfdzGxCCMEB92NbnbDTUQni2wGYle4v9u75gdMPW_dB9XR26b8ZAYPFu8FHxDy7BsZNOCqcLz0q67HTPYZra7fCmGNWOljL_tt6sGGltIfA7pgCC31TvND1BNmONjKj5ZnXYOqY/s400/P1010299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715929348803476930" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwBCADu58nU7HQrfyaa4L_9zYS6Ty8EnbbyjOfNO0tUAMDJRAVLQ0dIL5rYVe1MlB7hNNZ7OsaGk_SHMPKLOMbrI3tpaFd5mKZJRkqiC7-6ghYDbfN-IflMx2T6TZcrS-Mf63gP0QAjQ/s1600/P1010320.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxwBCADu58nU7HQrfyaa4L_9zYS6Ty8EnbbyjOfNO0tUAMDJRAVLQ0dIL5rYVe1MlB7hNNZ7OsaGk_SHMPKLOMbrI3tpaFd5mKZJRkqiC7-6ghYDbfN-IflMx2T6TZcrS-Mf63gP0QAjQ/s400/P1010320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715930715589244978" /></a><br /><br />Harrison had a birthday party!!! I highly doubt any of the kids had a better time than Rachel and I... We are still kids right? It was Transformers themed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTbdZM9vroA/TeGwfgwai9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/rkI1ka8ekz4/s1600/IMG_9826%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTbdZM9vroA/TeGwfgwai9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/rkI1ka8ekz4/s400/IMG_9826%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611960666095782866" /></a><br /><br /><br />The cotton candy was more fun to make than to eat but then you feel bad not eating it after you make it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlAUgA023QU/TeGwgUHdgbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4Uuymm9JVEc/s1600/IMG_9804-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlAUgA023QU/TeGwgUHdgbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/4Uuymm9JVEc/s400/IMG_9804-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611960679882654130" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-moKRZilHuww/TeG0gzxtlTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/atgnNRh8pkY/s1600/IMG_9820%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-moKRZilHuww/TeG0gzxtlTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/atgnNRh8pkY/s400/IMG_9820%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611965086427878706" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7JxDlknGztY/TeGzK-tyG1I/AAAAAAAAAiY/RP2j5ReZMuE/s1600/IMG_9821-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7JxDlknGztY/TeGzK-tyG1I/AAAAAAAAAiY/RP2j5ReZMuE/s400/IMG_9821-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611963611895438162" /></a><br /><br />There are too many of these awesome jumping pictures to post them all. Ridiculously funny. Check Leslie's blog for more awesome photos of Harrison's party. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXkluW-VVpE/TeGwgNglpTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CQFnx8j---0/s1600/IMG_9669.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXkluW-VVpE/TeGwgNglpTI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CQFnx8j---0/s400/IMG_9669.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611960678108996914" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4IdVZ1I9CQ/TeGzLkqRP9I/AAAAAAAAAio/GKJMJIRPzko/s1600/IMG_9724.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4IdVZ1I9CQ/TeGzLkqRP9I/AAAAAAAAAio/GKJMJIRPzko/s400/IMG_9724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611963622081249234" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha5GcLj83p8/TeGzLS9_XEI/AAAAAAAAAig/58QC-j6SAi4/s1600/IMG_9719.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ha5GcLj83p8/TeGzLS9_XEI/AAAAAAAAAig/58QC-j6SAi4/s400/IMG_9719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611963617332124738" /></a><br /><br />SUCCESS!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRISON!!! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i37-w3shuMQ/TeGwgub1ZII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xu8FTtYE9ds/s1600/IMG_9798-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i37-w3shuMQ/TeGwgub1ZII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/xu8FTtYE9ds/s400/IMG_9798-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611960686947427458" /></a><br /><br />Last but not least, Sleeping Beauty. <br />I love Ballet's because telling stories are better than doing showcases that just show a hundred different dances. I was supposed to be Red Riding Hood who comes to Aurora's wedding at the end and does a few dances for her. It was so much fun to do in rehearsals because I got to put personality in it which I LOVE. It was a partnering part which is always a good experience. Welllll one of the fairies got injured... I was the only one that was eligible for the part because the rest of the fairies were University students and the real understudy was 13. They thought a 13 year old doing Red Riding Hood would be better than her dancing with college level ballerina's. It was very sad because I really wanted to do Little Red but I still had fun being a fairy. Again...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYULOmLSk4tJ4jrnyOa3_GM4Ik3aU5-Wi2-147PSXWsf8gCU2zLN6KlKQ5m6q_lCKNK_VVzBUOgORO5Nds8X03mEdtMVvqNawSebrwpcLSWFqlejwEzLaoVNQoB2MgwQ1RamcWGnZBSs/s1600/230256_10150623207820352_877980351_18783119_493364_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYULOmLSk4tJ4jrnyOa3_GM4Ik3aU5-Wi2-147PSXWsf8gCU2zLN6KlKQ5m6q_lCKNK_VVzBUOgORO5Nds8X03mEdtMVvqNawSebrwpcLSWFqlejwEzLaoVNQoB2MgwQ1RamcWGnZBSs/s400/230256_10150623207820352_877980351_18783119_493364_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715930721132583202" /></a><br /><br />The college students were allowed to assist in rehearsals which I LOVED. These are the cute girls I assisted!! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6WmzzQRlUZDxpgc4uykpc_jlIvJURVsQRcFJYUzzi7D1wT_GoQ52cqnIty13nW6nno491tS7y-MzvnYsw4qzW8BYw9iG49MaBKj9gxahz0epb4kkpjjoC4T59n2vu-HGiH7e20Gvw7Q/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6WmzzQRlUZDxpgc4uykpc_jlIvJURVsQRcFJYUzzi7D1wT_GoQ52cqnIty13nW6nno491tS7y-MzvnYsw4qzW8BYw9iG49MaBKj9gxahz0epb4kkpjjoC4T59n2vu-HGiH7e20Gvw7Q/s400/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715930725255135874" /></a><br /><br />I also had MANY great family and friends who came and supported me! I think that this is the most people that have ever come to see me in a ballet show. It really means A LOT to me. I've always had shows and aside from my parents, grama, and some family members I never have this many people I know in the audience! You dance so much better that way. THANKS GUYS! <br /><br />Roommates Dibbie and Courtney and fellow Ballet Major Emily:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtIk5HIwmNR9qYViDnOMDCqxPIdYpnjS-8NV-YF65RJ6nne1K16oMaNTeR8ZW8g5YHHTzfx7ZqvDdHQAZWuFXIHvEJbY8TEVAa06mPGjcLWsytem8-Tc0n1JNPp4hf8XBWLaLB4acWV0/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtIk5HIwmNR9qYViDnOMDCqxPIdYpnjS-8NV-YF65RJ6nne1K16oMaNTeR8ZW8g5YHHTzfx7ZqvDdHQAZWuFXIHvEJbY8TEVAa06mPGjcLWsytem8-Tc0n1JNPp4hf8XBWLaLB4acWV0/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715930733110778610" /></a><br /><br />My roommate Annie and her niece that actually met a REAL ballerina. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYeyvvJfyWs2C362zHi9XsK2aczmK-doFTX4m816OWqIPkMzuOH3IITbnGGc19PxY2b_YwNzg9b5fjf32Dsg4nc3gzbQizGanhiZCBFfbK1Gm0DhIjGfqNUH18FgBaTALzSheB8gv4_M/s1600/IMG_0257.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8DqP9-REemPVqBlB13vga3t68H2mXcv1Lg76F9vFfESZMrrVT6r7hIW1FikDYQyQuNrfKdKemC0o4E7mgcnaF_OkSaFnRoBlqOG5eFfs_FNPBhMwFKvV3PQ00yiIhZatFFAHpnLT8pmQ/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932682081261282" /></a><br /><br /><br />Uncle Boyd<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlS4q2mW4d5P_jwLaNXTemCES_gcynqXoFvlxT2TIuBWh4eNGCHO4vnlkfIOxRzjwn-ioodOzMHEiJ0PfGLPvPPBg_ADqGVsOzCauoG9f8RwaZhNkzy1hM51FSf1xmqbtxGi2MarEhkLE/s1600/IMG_0265.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlS4q2mW4d5P_jwLaNXTemCES_gcynqXoFvlxT2TIuBWh4eNGCHO4vnlkfIOxRzjwn-ioodOzMHEiJ0PfGLPvPPBg_ADqGVsOzCauoG9f8RwaZhNkzy1hM51FSf1xmqbtxGi2MarEhkLE/s400/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932684895548274" /></a><br /><br />Mother Dearest<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0SKtwjHCmyaBKwbOd8Eu8-a0gb_Vz2OjPS6509z7ZD-Z0EhkxCvDpDrrw3JpnGaFK0_2_lXayWvxr6Ffzh-QGFw6tej6yNaZo65OEyRu72a4cyi2Dvxk_u9qygZSBDY2PlSTZZgU9Fs/s1600/IMG_0272.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0SKtwjHCmyaBKwbOd8Eu8-a0gb_Vz2OjPS6509z7ZD-Z0EhkxCvDpDrrw3JpnGaFK0_2_lXayWvxr6Ffzh-QGFw6tej6yNaZo65OEyRu72a4cyi2Dvxk_u9qygZSBDY2PlSTZZgU9Fs/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932694654056210" /></a><br /><br />Grama! My #1 fan. Always makes the most effort to come see my shows. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEvAx_QLaki7gDw0Pj08KL5CSE-EwJfc3swPTY2kgJsDxXuAQrkvWR4K6RxJmFXIY5sAsK-WBXLpOqeficXCwpEkgrIopiPik8IQlc6rnV6brgxVxUGm2IiPW0AZFpNk-OAWF-5laaSM/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEvAx_QLaki7gDw0Pj08KL5CSE-EwJfc3swPTY2kgJsDxXuAQrkvWR4K6RxJmFXIY5sAsK-WBXLpOqeficXCwpEkgrIopiPik8IQlc6rnV6brgxVxUGm2IiPW0AZFpNk-OAWF-5laaSM/s400/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932700364145586" /></a><br /><br />Leslie Annie<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNWMrRhiieF52eJxXvNSF_LBWvYQKCpEH34lTt9B-bHBTBQiHH6xHxBknTGW_6G5fbkG-fVTii6CrNvLfHHZ2JRwy8Ve-sXYDv4TbArxCD756FVD5HWnCtQIjZhfxyjtNIDef5IgGdv0/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMNWMrRhiieF52eJxXvNSF_LBWvYQKCpEH34lTt9B-bHBTBQiHH6xHxBknTGW_6G5fbkG-fVTii6CrNvLfHHZ2JRwy8Ve-sXYDv4TbArxCD756FVD5HWnCtQIjZhfxyjtNIDef5IgGdv0/s400/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715932702568528434" /></a><br /><br />I dunno who this girl is but we matched and I thought this picture was cute. I felt like a Disneyland character. Every little girl (including the little girls actually in the show) wanted my autograph and a picture with me. It got to the point where I never wanted to pass anybodys dressing room cause I knew I would get surrounded by tons of little girls. I'm flattered really, it's good to know somebody looks up to you and that I was once in their shoes :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyXhQ3_fHVtC5uNQ8WMX20-SBMSadwXhUM9l42RDaQ4t_8nxZcpogONnrihQ1pCL_a4L3-9sPLl7WGJFPgQCnFKpH6u_d0g6N5kFY8I6EN6JDqcKSykOQM8GBTZEflweRnGIUVylPN88/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFyXhQ3_fHVtC5uNQ8WMX20-SBMSadwXhUM9l42RDaQ4t_8nxZcpogONnrihQ1pCL_a4L3-9sPLl7WGJFPgQCnFKpH6u_d0g6N5kFY8I6EN6JDqcKSykOQM8GBTZEflweRnGIUVylPN88/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715934018776268898" /></a><br /><br />My good friend of almost 6 years now was Carabosse (the evil which). She was SO GOOD at her part and I gladly got to do her hair. After the shows were over we went and got our nails done. Shellac nails are the new thing. They aren't supposed to chip and are supposed to last like 2 weeks. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisz5k3p0feq7_W-3NqgLuVNZxPd-FIKudmLUrksaW2oEaGbFPov_zzh2B3stHihD1UlVh4DedlbzdEzcUDv-B6naC2An308JBEYM85Ik4EV23i6lo4HNA9cjcJ1qwfNGD2nQWBhbiRWpk/s1600/IMG_0253.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisz5k3p0feq7_W-3NqgLuVNZxPd-FIKudmLUrksaW2oEaGbFPov_zzh2B3stHihD1UlVh4DedlbzdEzcUDv-B6naC2An308JBEYM85Ik4EV23i6lo4HNA9cjcJ1qwfNGD2nQWBhbiRWpk/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715934022670860898" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxXc0U7kjz8/TeAN-Blak-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/MLsMIEooQEw/s1600/Photo0266.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxXc0U7kjz8/TeAN-Blak-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/MLsMIEooQEw/s400/Photo0266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611500494932055010" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0ZlbZBJuEqyk8dO3DNjJ86N9mfjD-we9c9Dc7_t4UL3L1knAKl1s3NFAk8QvrjkcIxiqNCED6NWKgMPo05uonJdLogCBkxZlLm-78G106fgZTXgIdraCE-ONaT25KAc3-Tg5QSE_wf8/s1600/246667_10150646681085377_708090376_18743928_2087997_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0ZlbZBJuEqyk8dO3DNjJ86N9mfjD-we9c9Dc7_t4UL3L1knAKl1s3NFAk8QvrjkcIxiqNCED6NWKgMPo05uonJdLogCBkxZlLm-78G106fgZTXgIdraCE-ONaT25KAc3-Tg5QSE_wf8/s400/246667_10150646681085377_708090376_18743928_2087997_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715934020871654002" /></a><br /><br />That is all for now. Sorry that I have the longest posts in history but as you can see, my life is sorta hectic so I hardly get time to do frequent posts. At least I do post sometimes cough AIMEE cough.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-34028109436402956952011-04-26T09:18:00.000-07:002011-04-26T10:35:13.643-07:00Hello, I am a Ballet Major at the U.I wasn't kidding, I'm actually in the Ballet Department. I'm not entirely sure how my photographer made me look so good because looking at these now, I wonder how in the world I did some of these positions. I was sore for a week after, especially the leg I broke. It felt like I had to go through therapy again because I could hardly walk down stairs let alone walk at all. But,<br /><br />TOTALLY WORTH IT. Here's the story:<br /><br />I had seen plenty of dance photos that my dance friends and cousin Dayna had been tagged in on Facebook that were VERY COOL. They were all taken by the same guy and I didn't actually know him. The pictures were all SO good and I was sup jeal (super jealous) because my past experiences with dance photos were not so great in my eyes. Funny story though, on the way home from Christmas break, there was another ballet major on my flight. Guess who came to pick her up from the airport? The photographer that had taken all of these amazing dance photos of my friends and cousin. When I met him he was very sweet and nice so when I got home I messaged him on Facebook and asked him if it was possible to take pictures with him sometime. I told him I met him at the airport and he took pictures of my cousin Dayna and I loved his work. He responded saying that he danced with Dayna in the Utah Ballet department and she was his favorite. He also said that he remembered me from the airport and that he would love to take pictures for a good deal if we could find a time to before he moved to Portland. We scheduled a time to take the pictures and I borrowed some tutu's from the costume lady for the Sleeping Beauty performance I am doing in May, and some leo's from friends. When I got there he was asking me what kind of pictures I wanted, and I had shown him a few pictures I liked that I wanted to modify to make my own. In one picture I found on Google, there was a chiffon fabric wrapped around this girl while she was doing some cool pose that I wanted to try. When he looked, he said he has always wanted to try chiffon fabric in photos. I was jokingly saying there was a Joann's about a block away and he excitingly said, "GREAT! lets take a five minute break and go get some fabric!" Whats great though is that I accidentally left a leo at home by accident and I asked if my new roommate Annie would bring it by. When she did, we gave her money to go buy us some fabric at Joann's for us HA! I like my new roommate. Anywho, Because of the fact that he was also a dancer, he could tell me what to fix (point my toes, straighten my legs, fix my arms etc). He likes photos with hair down cause it shows the flow of the movement. The shoot was SO MUCH FUN and he was great to work with. My problem is that I have a lot of layers so my short layers ended up in my face majority of the time. Darn. However, IT IS THE ART AND MOVEMENT that I was going for... not so munch the face. Please keep that in mind. <br /><br />Christopher Peddecord is the photographer, and I give him SO MUCH CREDIT for these amazing photos. ENJOY!<br /><br />#1<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAQNZ_y9uNs/Tbb3xaPNk-I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GsrJZkwXNXA/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72085hp-11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAQNZ_y9uNs/Tbb3xaPNk-I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GsrJZkwXNXA/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72085hp-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599935614910567394" /></a><br /><br />#2 <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---mYa3-RQkY/Tbb3xO16h3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/osh75-MkRnA/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72070hp-08.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---mYa3-RQkY/Tbb3xO16h3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/osh75-MkRnA/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72070hp-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599935611851671410" /></a><br /><br />#3 <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kd_MUu8dMH4/Tbb3wOC-kuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/l_ZPZGIJ72w/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72052hp-06.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kd_MUu8dMH4/Tbb3wOC-kuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/l_ZPZGIJ72w/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72052hp-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599935594458157794" /></a><br /><br />#4 Doesn't look like it hurt, but it did. YOWIE!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QoUUZTaIzM/Tbb3v9-NYNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DZcyuh8jt1M/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72041hp-05.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QoUUZTaIzM/Tbb3v9-NYNI/AAAAAAAAAb4/DZcyuh8jt1M/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72041hp-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599935590143189202" /></a><br /><br />#5 <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dveiO4KKlhc/Tbb3vv1DWEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LSjS2Cu5NNo/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72028hp-02.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dveiO4KKlhc/Tbb3vv1DWEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LSjS2Cu5NNo/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72028hp-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599935586346686530" /></a><br /><br />#6 <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U6olX1-1WX0/Tbb42fUY3sI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6diEVH1HiPs/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72184hp-26.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U6olX1-1WX0/Tbb42fUY3sI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6diEVH1HiPs/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72184hp-26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599936801685429954" /></a><br /><br />#7 <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryv6dqRejmc/Tbb42J1_blI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ETe6YRMaIu4/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72174hp-22.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryv6dqRejmc/Tbb42J1_blI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ETe6YRMaIu4/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72174hp-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599936795920789074" /></a><br /><br />#8 <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNGudy8MzJs/Tbb41g0c1VI/AAAAAAAAAco/59JOBrDJf1Q/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72158hp-20.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNGudy8MzJs/Tbb41g0c1VI/AAAAAAAAAco/59JOBrDJf1Q/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72158hp-20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599936784908473682" /></a><br /><br />#9 Don't mind the tan line..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1PdgHzvqLs/Tbb41YQj2YI/AAAAAAAAAcg/uLhAkKJv-J8/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72134hp-16.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1PdgHzvqLs/Tbb41YQj2YI/AAAAAAAAAcg/uLhAkKJv-J8/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72134hp-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599936782610454914" /></a><br /><br />#10 <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_3qX1nF550/Tbb41IhsTPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PzJuqgbJTlA/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72119hp-15.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0_3qX1nF550/Tbb41IhsTPI/AAAAAAAAAcY/PzJuqgbJTlA/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72119hp-15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599936778387344626" /></a><br /><br />#11 <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xiab0NEQR0/Tbb5Nd_TxcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/AW8Bw28sTJg/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72238.edithp-33.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xiab0NEQR0/Tbb5Nd_TxcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/AW8Bw28sTJg/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72238.edithp-33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937196465571266" /></a><br /><br />#12 Top 3 in my opinion.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrz3eVgY4Pc/Tbb5NBAHzdI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BOlqxcKL0io/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72230.edithp-32.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrz3eVgY4Pc/Tbb5NBAHzdI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/BOlqxcKL0io/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72230.edithp-32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937188684352978" /></a><br /><br />#13 <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pQfsv3i6vY/Tbb5M0sAx1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/1mxTIXBjjCw/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72206.edithp-30.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pQfsv3i6vY/Tbb5M0sAx1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/1mxTIXBjjCw/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72206.edithp-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937185378781010" /></a><br /> <br />#14 might be my absolute favorite.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qG__hdWWpSc/Tbb5MpfY1VI/AAAAAAAAAdA/yEepNXuS6b8/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72192hp-27.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qG__hdWWpSc/Tbb5MpfY1VI/AAAAAAAAAdA/yEepNXuS6b8/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72192hp-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937182373041490" /></a><br /><br />#15 Made it on his profile picture! WOO HOOO!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTb7TjukChE/TbcCLhDgVjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZMdAP4as4cI/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72148.edithp-19.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTb7TjukChE/TbcCLhDgVjI/AAAAAAAAAd4/ZMdAP4as4cI/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72148.edithp-19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599947058533389874" /></a><br /><br />#16 This one might be moms absolute favorite because I'm smiling... This is the color test photo. Sorry I didn't smile more mom, it is hard to hold a position and smile at the same time. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qvLz7EYeto/Tbb5NZthN5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2VgOIqvA0sQ/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72077-01.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9qvLz7EYeto/Tbb5NZthN5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/2VgOIqvA0sQ/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72077-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599937195317213074" /></a><br /><br />#17 My failed attempt. Only regret is my face. I look dead. This could have been OUTSTANDING if I looked like I enjoyed what I was doing. Maybe looking up and smiling maybe? BAH! I wanna go back and try again dangit! Just picture a better face and maybe you will like this one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2o8bhBFSPuY/Tbb_U4gNX0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/bF2VT8hYuzA/s1600/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72106-03.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2o8bhBFSPuY/Tbb_U4gNX0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/bF2VT8hYuzA/s400/20110409.hannah.greenberg.72106-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599943920911736642" /></a><br /><br />P.S. I numbered them so that you can tell me your favorites! <br /><br />"Alvederzane" -Heidi Klum, Project RunwayHannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-80354070812298473642011-04-11T09:34:00.000-07:002011-04-11T19:50:56.971-07:00My oh myIt's April! I should be excited for pretty spring weather right? It's snowing. I'm trying not to complain but the week before this one was BEAUTIFUL. I only mind because the weather keeps changing ITS mind and its making me lose MY mind! Did that even make sense? I dunno. But hey! I got a new roomy and I have still been busy with rehearsing for Sleeping Beauty! I got bumped a roll because my friend tore her ACL and so now I am a fairy. I am sad because I really wanted my other role but I'll be dancing more in this newer roll so I will try and be happy about it. I am now the Fairy of Justice. Come to my show May 19, 20, 21 at Sandy Amphitheater!!! Come come come come come! PLEASE!<br /><br />My new roomie is Anela, look at the new and improved A-108 clan! Annie has the red belt. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhzs5ZtbBdA/TaNF_yGkVFI/AAAAAAAAAag/NOoc-yBVess/s1600/IMG_0046_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhzs5ZtbBdA/TaNF_yGkVFI/AAAAAAAAAag/NOoc-yBVess/s400/IMG_0046_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594392124207682642" /></a><br /><br />I've had a lot of fun the past semester. A group of us went to Rock the U (a dance party for Cancer) it goes all night long but I didn't stay that long. They gave you free food (Spaghetti Factory, Chick-Fil-A), free cotton candy, free spray tats, and face painting! I relived childhood AGAIN! YES! After, we had a fun slumber party/movie night in our T.V. room afterwords. So fun being a college student!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kco8xQLvKww/TaNHOktJevI/AAAAAAAAAaw/VwxfkbePFv0/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kco8xQLvKww/TaNHOktJevI/AAAAAAAAAaw/VwxfkbePFv0/s400/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594393477821070066" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f515Cl3U544/TaNHOe5YhaI/AAAAAAAAAao/x1ZdExwtwjo/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f515Cl3U544/TaNHOe5YhaI/AAAAAAAAAao/x1ZdExwtwjo/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594393476261774754" /></a><br /><br />Spring Break happened too! My friend Kelli came out for a few days. SO nice to relax in the sunshine, shop, have a QT taquito and slush, have Peanut Butter Snicker roasted Mallows, and have fun with my best friends! We saw a free concert at ASU and saw bands like Skillet, and The Band Perry! I also saw Alex's MCC dance show! She has amazing choreography and she dances so well. I idol my BFF. My mom made me take a picture by myself on the Harley. It would obviously never look anything like THAT if I drove that. I love motorcycle rides on my dads new ride!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezzUNPIlck4/TaNIBPRqdAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CNUz_97Zl4I/s1600/IMG_0058.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezzUNPIlck4/TaNIBPRqdAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CNUz_97Zl4I/s400/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594394348241974274" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVPwGIqwNcQ/TaNIA0vMJKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/IjD7mmfzFXY/s1600/IMG_0072.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVPwGIqwNcQ/TaNIA0vMJKI/AAAAAAAAAbI/IjD7mmfzFXY/s400/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594394341118059682" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxGNEmfTDFo/TaNIAjLjODI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Wyb7NbFKRCI/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GxGNEmfTDFo/TaNIAjLjODI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Wyb7NbFKRCI/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594394336405174322" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I5PWFU_gHYA/TaNIAYatxkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rGIT1GMXI4I/s1600/2011-03-21_13.51.54.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I5PWFU_gHYA/TaNIAYatxkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rGIT1GMXI4I/s400/2011-03-21_13.51.54.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594394333515990594" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YrSLAlhbHk/TaO8Ir3FC2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/8aCaB-YYfDY/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YrSLAlhbHk/TaO8Ir3FC2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/8aCaB-YYfDY/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594522019523005282" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4vcKpd-C5c/TaO8I-l2NLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LVZkR3nO5OU/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u4vcKpd-C5c/TaO8I-l2NLI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LVZkR3nO5OU/s400/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594522024551003314" /></a><br /><br />End of Sophomore year is so close but yet SOOOO far away (3 more weeks). I don't know who I'm kidding though, I start summer term about a week after anyways, but still, at least I will only be taking two classes, and they are over and done June 22. I just gotta stick it out if I want to be done with college sooner you know? Until I get more time to blog about my present life, here is what I can look forward to the day my summer classes are over and I can finally have a break:<br /><br />#1 NEW YORK!!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5vqlIewZO4/TaMxXmdgkpI/AAAAAAAAAYI/THYDkQn_h7A/s1600/new-york-city1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X5vqlIewZO4/TaMxXmdgkpI/AAAAAAAAAYI/THYDkQn_h7A/s400/new-york-city1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594369443655357074" /></a><br /><br /> I can't wait. Even thinking about it gives me the wiggles. I want to get an <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_5slv8DexE/TaM0xt7jDxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/gdHDOYoL57Q/s1600/i-heart-ny.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_5slv8DexE/TaM0xt7jDxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/gdHDOYoL57Q/s400/i-heart-ny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594373190871879442" /></a><br /> shirt actually from NY,<br /><br />I wanna ride a Taxi in NYC (I need to learn to whistle first), I wanna shop, I wanna meet a handsome boy on the top of the Empire State Building:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3ZdmUMc8K8/TaM1wOEAckI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FdiBz7YPH3s/s1600/994363.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3ZdmUMc8K8/TaM1wOEAckI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FdiBz7YPH3s/s400/994363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594374264649183810" /></a><br /><br />I wanna see a Broadway show, I wanna eat food, I wanna see American Ballet Theater, <br />I wanna see this:<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hinV-waHp7E/TaMz6_gGVRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/nDxpuVMZW0Q/s1600/IMG_3068.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hinV-waHp7E/TaMz6_gGVRI/AAAAAAAAAYY/nDxpuVMZW0Q/s400/IMG_3068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594372250695783698" /></a> <br /><br />What is it really? I wanna see it!<br /> <br />I WANT I WANT I WANT!!! Daddy daddy PLEAAAASSSEE?!?!?! <br /><br />But seriously...<br /><br />#2 Palmyra AKA CHURCH SITES! WOO HOO!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddm08d6OxnI/TaMxXo9hw5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/pPPsTyy1dM4/s1600/3565638434_2b36fcaf39.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddm08d6OxnI/TaMxXo9hw5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/pPPsTyy1dM4/s400/3565638434_2b36fcaf39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594369444326523794" /></a><br />Can't wait to be in all the places I've heard about in church my whole life.<br /><br />That seems really vague after my last rant (see #1) but I really am way excited. For reals.<br /><br />#3 Niagara Falls. I'm not settling for the American side. If I'm gonna see it, I WILL see the cooler side. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daRZDK77Ckc/TaMxX5nlWbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/mAv4DjhqteQ/s1600/niagara_falls_3_lancastria.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-daRZDK77Ckc/TaMxX5nlWbI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/mAv4DjhqteQ/s400/niagara_falls_3_lancastria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594369448797886898" /></a><br /><br />#4 Harry Potter Marathon at Thanksgiving Point (if you try and contact me any time on July 14, I will be unavailable). My whole childhood will be coming to a close this day because the last, I repeat, THE LAST Harry Potter Movie will be coming on midnight of July 15.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGJJYwHZd0c/TaM6mxaeepI/AAAAAAAAAZY/B75nuS2tV74/s1600/harry_potter_and_the_sorcerers_stone_ver4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGJJYwHZd0c/TaM6mxaeepI/AAAAAAAAAZY/B75nuS2tV74/s400/harry_potter_and_the_sorcerers_stone_ver4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594379599898114706" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP-4hxo0eF4/TaM67wPa53I/AAAAAAAAAZg/GT_fHugHM0M/s1600/Chamba.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AP-4hxo0eF4/TaM67wPa53I/AAAAAAAAAZg/GT_fHugHM0M/s400/Chamba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594379960360560498" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Mi3nEc1Y14/TaM5r2oR0VI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5_nQQ-X6jZ8/s1600/Harry-potter-And-The-Prisoner-Of-Azkaban.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 375px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Mi3nEc1Y14/TaM5r2oR0VI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5_nQQ-X6jZ8/s400/Harry-potter-And-The-Prisoner-Of-Azkaban.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594378587685900626" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3M1_xK0tOU/TaM8KH5kWEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Pab60H9zLJA/s1600/1172569634-harry_potter_and_the_goblet_of_fire_ver71.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O3M1_xK0tOU/TaM8KH5kWEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Pab60H9zLJA/s400/1172569634-harry_potter_and_the_goblet_of_fire_ver71.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594381306741151810" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lGxR3pBt18/TaM8m8wO4gI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SNrOVdnGWSA/s1600/Tt0373889_largeCover.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lGxR3pBt18/TaM8m8wO4gI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SNrOVdnGWSA/s400/Tt0373889_largeCover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594381801965412866" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8T2f5_0kWI/TaM8m2Mu-NI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9982JOsobq0/s1600/halfbloodprince.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 381px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8T2f5_0kWI/TaM8m2Mu-NI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9982JOsobq0/s400/halfbloodprince.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594381800205908178" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBVi-S8C22Q/TaM8rjho4bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ljKlkPctlwQ/s1600/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-i-680791l.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tBVi-S8C22Q/TaM8rjho4bI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ljKlkPctlwQ/s400/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-i-680791l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594381881092661682" /></a><br /><br />AND FINALLY, AT MIDNIGHT:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi1CF6xR074/TaM_Rq8w6ZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_5ug4f016vE/s1600/Harry-Potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-2-OFFICIAL-harry-potter-20074703-1689-2496.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi1CF6xR074/TaM_Rq8w6ZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_5ug4f016vE/s400/Harry-Potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-2-OFFICIAL-harry-potter-20074703-1689-2496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594384734943766930" /></a><br /><br />This day will be an emotional one for me. I don't even care if you think I'm a nerd. I will admit to the fact that<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-938QVEQ8t3w/TaNBWmTRZcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yXMUSeYmGtM/s1600/31HonWnGQYL.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-938QVEQ8t3w/TaNBWmTRZcI/AAAAAAAAAaY/yXMUSeYmGtM/s400/31HonWnGQYL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594387018618594754" /></a><br /><br />Til the day I die. Amen.<br /><br />-Photo Credit: Google Image<br /><br />-COMING SOON-<br />Dance photo shoot with Christopher Peddecord. It went VERY well. There is only one posted for now. I will let you in on the dirty deets in my next post. As for now, here is a sneak peek. Consider yourself lucky.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPr7lFaiAFg/TaN2NnHXGvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ndKUgjzAQqE/s1600/IMG_5858.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPr7lFaiAFg/TaN2NnHXGvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ndKUgjzAQqE/s400/IMG_5858.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594445138334522098" /></a>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-19802509318986086112011-03-04T20:32:00.001-08:002011-03-04T23:38:06.291-08:00March Already?!?Ok so where did January and February go? I have some serious catching up to do!!! Sorry that I rarely have enough time to keep you updated!<br /><br />"Let's get down to the neety greety"- Nacho Libre. Starting with January...was that really two months ago? sheeeeesh. <br /><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! Not only did I have a FABULOUS 20th birthday party thrown at my sister Leslie's house with some friends and family, I got the opportunity to see my choreography come to life at the University of Utah Ballet Showcase. I asked girls throughout my department (most of them in my class) to dance for me in January's performance. It was a little nerve racking because it was my first time doing choreography for girls that are just as good or better than I am. We had to show certain faculty members our pieces before we actually knew if we were in the show or not. I was so worried when my piece was being viewed by the faculty but they said that they liked my choreography and wanted it in the show! WOO HOO! After hours of rehearsals and stress finding costumes my piece was staged. I also got to work with professionals when it came to lighting. I was so worried my lights were going to be a complete DUD because I really had no idea what lighting to do where. The lighting director helped me out with giving his input and he ended up giving me GREAT ideas. Good thing I'm taking a lighting class next semester! All in all my girls did FANTASTIC, and it was a really awesome "no longer a teen" birthday present. Come to my next show in the fall! I hope it will be as good or better than my last piece! Oh and I danced in two pieces as well... Let's just say that I am glad I am going into the teaching emphasis because although I love to perform, it was so much more of a thrill watching my girls tear it up on the stage!<br /><br />Everytime I see this cake, it makes me that much more excited for my next birthday. Those candles are adding up!! It is so weird saying, "I'm 20, you?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtAmZunKs5g/TXG_7J9fySI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Y7-oqmk2EaE/s1600/DSC00628.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtAmZunKs5g/TXG_7J9fySI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Y7-oqmk2EaE/s400/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580452436295797026" /></a><br /><br />We're just sisters that's all. Thanks for the smashing party Rachie and Les!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_JNV_C2hTY/TXG_7X8o-eI/AAAAAAAAAXI/O8axMFkArjs/s1600/DSC00642.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_JNV_C2hTY/TXG_7X8o-eI/AAAAAAAAAXI/O8axMFkArjs/s400/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580452440050301410" /></a><br /><br />BUNCO winners!!! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bv7mXe89euw/TXHFSKuJPJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VYOgJqZ8P7o/s1600/DSC00643.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bv7mXe89euw/TXHFSKuJPJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VYOgJqZ8P7o/s400/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580458329194970258" /></a><br /><br />Lovely Ladies who performed in my piece! The girl in the middle had to dance in the dance right before my piece so she is wearing her other costume. Don't they look SO SASSY?! yeah. They do. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nv-4Nb0sHY/TXHFR8f1T9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jkH8wsQvY8M/s1600/180016_1792177014304_1536024352_31900376_1846643_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4nv-4Nb0sHY/TXHFR8f1T9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/jkH8wsQvY8M/s400/180016_1792177014304_1536024352_31900376_1846643_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580458325376847826" /></a><br /><br />As for February:<br /><br />HAPPY ONE YEAR WILLIE!!!!! February 10th was William's 1 year out on the field mark and I am so happy for him!! Sorry but this is gonna start getting a little gushy so read it if you will.. Don't say i didn't warn you.<br /><br /> February is a HUGE month for me. Let me just add that Willie and I had our first date on Valentines Day when we were Seniors in High School. If he wasn't a missionary right now, then technically we would have been together for exactly 2 years now (you are allowed to sigh, it's ok). Yes, we broke up and didn't make promises of the future before he left on his mission, but I still care for him very much and hear from him every few months. I know that I am not his first priority, and that he is a very focused missionary. That being said, who knows if he is really the one for me or vice versa. But as of now, let's be honest, I'm not entirely sure if I'll be able to make ANY decisions until he gets home unless I know for a fact he isn't the one for me. I miss him like CRAZY but I can't jump to conclusions cause you just NEVER KNOW. You know? <br /><br />Anywho, sorry about the lovey doveyness but I just needed to get that out to shout out his 1 year mark! 1 down, 1 to go, awesome work Willie! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dSn9Wk1SJo/TXHizUcTjfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/kW7fQPkQEmU/s1600/IMG_0330.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dSn9Wk1SJo/TXHizUcTjfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/kW7fQPkQEmU/s400/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580490784577392114" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0euZNe6nco/TXHizDPhinI/AAAAAAAAAXg/a9SgBuWoD2c/s1600/SAM_0356.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a0euZNe6nco/TXHizDPhinI/AAAAAAAAAXg/a9SgBuWoD2c/s400/SAM_0356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580490779960380018" /></a><br /><br />Also, the end of February was great because I got presidents day off of school. I wanted to go visit my cute grama in St. George. I brought my friend Saje to drive 4 hours to her home to stay for a few days! It was fun just hanging out, shopping, seeing the Temple, and renting movies every night. We even played games with a few of her girl friends in her community and it was one of the funniest moments of my life. Old people are just so silly! I'm addicted to Mexican Train because of those ladies! Thanks for coming Saje and thanks for letting us stay Grama! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAwQPee3V-k/TXHl2IKDolI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nllHGIon6KE/s1600/IMG_0028_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aAwQPee3V-k/TXHl2IKDolI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nllHGIon6KE/s400/IMG_0028_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580494131354116690" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEDsAIejJoQ/TXHluiOjITI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4A2tFMGZy9o/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GEDsAIejJoQ/TXHluiOjITI/AAAAAAAAAXw/4A2tFMGZy9o/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580494000913326386" /></a><br /><br />March Madness:<br />I start Sleeping Beauty rehearsals with Mountain West Ballet. I got the part of Little Red Riding Hood! Yes, the ballet is different from the Disney movie. Red comes in at the princesses wedding at the end and dances with the Big Bad Wolf. I saw Ballet West perform Sleeping Beauty last month and it was actually a really cute part. I'm pretty excited! Also, it is almost Spring Break. I am going somewhere where the sun shines without fail most of the week. ARIZONA HERE I COME. Utah weather is so bipolar! Yesterday was rainy/snowy/sunny and today I drove home from school with the windows down because it was so nice out! I have to get some tests and papers out of the way and then Spring Break should be a nice get away! k bye!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-23310939095720149242011-01-02T17:20:00.000-08:002011-01-13T21:30:36.568-08:00Happiest Christmas on EarthPREPARE FOR THE LONGEST POST OF YOUR LIFE!!! Sorry I don't keep up to date with my blog but at least my new posts have tons to look at! <br /><br />P.S. this is my third year anniversary of breaking my Femur! Yes it taught me a lot and I have had many great experiences following, but I sure hope it never happens again. But that's besides the point...<br /><br />Christmas Break was a successful one! I really lucked out this year in the Finals category. I did not have any test finals to take the week of finals so I got to start my Christmas Break a week early! After figuring out this information, and telling my mom, she figured that I might as well go with her and my dad to Disney World in Orlando, Florida to meet up with my brother Erik. Erik was taking his wife and kids there for a Christmas Vacay and invited my parents who invited me. Last time I went to Disney World was a little over 10 years ago. My dad and sister in-law planned the whole thing consisting of a meal plan each day. We stayed in the Contemporary Resort and every park we went to, we could swipe our meal card. We got 2 meals, that included a drink and dessert, and one snack a day (Mickey Mouse ice cream! YES!). It was supposed to be nice in Florida right? Wrong. If it wasn't windy, just a long sleeve shirt would have been fine. But it was way really windy, making it SUPER chilly. Jackets were a necessity at the parks. It is quite alright though, Disney at Christmas time was incredible. I'm the luckiest girl in the world. <br /><br />-Disney World-<br />The Christmas lights, fireworks, and Christmas shows were amazing.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSE7XlAVm5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/uaY6OIMl1yw/s1600/IMG_2162_2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSE7XlAVm5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/uaY6OIMl1yw/s400/IMG_2162_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557788691408460690" /></a><br /><br />-Animal Kingdom-<br />There was a ride there that was not there last time I went and it was called Everest. The ride was pretty much a way scarier version of the Matterhorn at Disney Land in CA. I get really sick on rides that go backwards for more than 2 seconds. I had heard this one went backwards too so I was opting out of the Everest ride. Erik and Amy told me that it wasn't too bad and that I could handle it because it only goes backwards for a little bit. So I gave it a chance. It was a fun ride until the backwards part, (which was a little more than a little bit of riding backwards). The rest of the ride consisted of taking constant deep breaths to hold in my lunch. My dad and I were both not feeling too good after Everest, so we went back to the Resort and slept until dinner. Dinner was with Mickey Mouse, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, and Pluto. I have never gotten a picture with Mickey at Disney before in my LIFE. I can't help to think that every time I see a Disney commercial it always ends with the family seeing Mickey so, I finally got an epic Mickey picture! <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSE7XHitdhI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TZcnL3HtNo8/s1600/IMG_2104.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSE7XHitdhI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TZcnL3HtNo8/s400/IMG_2104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557788683499566610" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSFxFlgoyII/AAAAAAAAAUU/nwB37xfumYg/s1600/IMG_6622.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSFxFlgoyII/AAAAAAAAAUU/nwB37xfumYg/s400/IMG_6622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557847755934189698" /></a><br /><br />-Epcot- <br />Lunch in Germany dinner in Japan! So delicious. Epcot is so relaxing. Also, the ball ride (I'm not exactly sure if that name is appropriate but I'm not sure what it is really called) was a lot more fun than usual! It takes your picture at the beginning of the ride now, and you have to select options on a touch screen computer like; if you are a male or female and what language you want. After it carries you through the beginning and middle of life on earth, it has a survey on the screen that asks about 10 questions about your life. Then, it generates pictures and a video of what your future should be like, and you can email it to yourself! It was way funny. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSE7W4EICiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uqbXducFm1I/s1600/IMG_6523.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSE7W4EICiI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uqbXducFm1I/s400/IMG_6523.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557788679344753186" /></a><br /><br /> "Gerrr-man-y"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSLSBciw4GI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PUBYd8axdf0/s1600/PC150023.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSLSBciw4GI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PUBYd8axdf0/s400/PC150023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558235812412317794" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSFxFxRK7yI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FTkMfTP3IbA/s1600/IMG_2079.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSFxFxRK7yI/AAAAAAAAAUc/FTkMfTP3IbA/s400/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557847759090544418" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSF0xAYwvvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/NAYf_H78tc4/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSF0xAYwvvI/AAAAAAAAAUs/NAYf_H78tc4/s400/-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557851800418172658" /></a><br /><br />-Hollywood Studios-<br />Yes we went on Rockin' Roller Coaster. The ride is inside, glow in the dark, with music blaring in your ears the WHOLE time. When we came 10 years ago my sister Leslie and I had fast passes and we went twice in a row and only felt a little sick after. I went just once this time and wondered how I managed going twice in a row. Still, awesome ride.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSE7V2i7TZI/AAAAAAAAATk/sM7EotLF6yc/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSE7V2i7TZI/AAAAAAAAATk/sM7EotLF6yc/s400/IMG_2075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557788661757201810" /></a><br /><br />When we had dinner with Cinderella, I met the Prince. He looks a bit too old for me, or Cinderella for that matter. But still...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSFxGKYk9hI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4Qe5OHNfHak/s1600/IMG_6459.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSFxGKYk9hI/AAAAAAAAAUk/4Qe5OHNfHak/s400/IMG_6459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557847765832496658" /></a><br /><br />Thanks for the good times Disney World!<br /> <br />Now on to the Az portion of my Christmas adventures... The whole Fam was here this Christmas! Talk about crazy and hectic. My dad bought all of the girls pedicures, we all went bowling, and ATE ATE ATE ATE ATE. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTab147lWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMYgVBX-MXw/s1600/IMG_2202.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTab147lWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/XMYgVBX-MXw/s400/IMG_2202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558808011939222882" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTaa3Ir4TI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9_TkzgXwasg/s1600/DSC00455_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTaa3Ir4TI/AAAAAAAAAVM/9_TkzgXwasg/s400/DSC00455_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558807995093868850" /></a><br /><br />When it was Ginger Bread House time, my sister Rachel and I took gold medals. Check out our amazing Hogwarts Express! My brother was jealous so he helped us out a little bit. He made Hedwig in her cage, and Harry Ron and Hermione. Notice the platform wall, Draco and the Weasley twins in the train. This was a work in progress. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSgS0w6wcnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/FhX1bskdskQ/s1600/DSC09968.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSgS0w6wcnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/FhX1bskdskQ/s400/DSC09968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559714437682721394" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSgVQUchDOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/D8NE1gSxg4I/s1600/DSC09977.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSgVQUchDOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/D8NE1gSxg4I/s400/DSC09977.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559717110099283170" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSgS0jxsecI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xE7mTBeAxaU/s1600/DSC09974.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSgS0jxsecI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xE7mTBeAxaU/s400/DSC09974.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559714434155051458" /></a><br /><br />Highlight of every trip home always has something to do with my best friends! DUH. This New Years eve was so fun being with them after playing Bunco with the Fam. HAPPY NEW YEAR! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TST0GKwyBuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/W4E4VSpgD1o/s1600/DSC00469.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TST0GKwyBuI/AAAAAAAAAV8/W4E4VSpgD1o/s400/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558836226887386850" /></a><br /><br />Would you look at this cute gang? Sheeeesh!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTabWAo_xI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CN63nqIK1Lk/s1600/IMG_2194.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTabWAo_xI/AAAAAAAAAVU/CN63nqIK1Lk/s400/IMG_2194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558808003381624594" /></a><br /><br />Ever since our onesie adventure last year, we now call it tradition to have a girls night in our onesies. This girls night we went crazy.... and by crazy I mean dying our hair purple. Ok not all of it, just the bottom. We're sassy. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTacMumhBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RVbsKIzo9aM/s1600/IMG_2207.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTacMumhBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RVbsKIzo9aM/s400/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558808018069914642" /></a><br /><br />Don't worry mom, it's just a tint in my hair. You can hardly tell I even did anything. It was all for the thrill of it :) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTrVr_zZaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/gIbw24wj-YY/s1600/IMG_2243.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTrVr_zZaI/AAAAAAAAAV0/gIbw24wj-YY/s400/IMG_2243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558826597902149026" /></a><br /><br />You can kind of see it here...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TS_fDbyvZAI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nx33XrtFtxs/s1600/IMG_2257.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TS_fDbyvZAI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nx33XrtFtxs/s400/IMG_2257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561909314919031810" /></a><br /><br /><br />We call this one the, "Everyone Do the best Tower of Terror Face You Can" picture. We thought of it because having all three of us on the porch swing could have resulted in a real Tower of Terror face. So just in case we didn't capture the real thing, we did a practice round. The swing never fell WEW! But this picture is CLASSIC.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTrVW_VAEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nhHW20VAzcc/s1600/IMG_2232.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TSTrVW_VAEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nhHW20VAzcc/s400/IMG_2232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558826592263012418" /></a><br /><br />It seems as though I always end my posts with this quote, "Do I have to go back to school?" I'll answer that myself...<br />BUT here are some things that I have to look forward to:<br />*Losing weight (Disney/Christmas treats aren't that great on a ballet body..)<br />*I only have one more semester as a sophomore at the U<br />*My Choreography in the Ballet Showcase (Jan 20,21,22 if you wish to come)<br />*Willie's 1 year mark!! (treatin' myself to something sweet ;) duh)<br />*After Junior Year, I will only have ballet classes Senior Year. Then I'M DONE WITH SCHOOL FOREVERRRRRR! <br />*This summer: Harry Potter Marathon (including midnight showing!), reading the Eragon Trilogy, tanning, Wii, teaching, dancing, and school (wait, I'm not looking forward to that last one). Hopefully the summer is as successful as I hope it's going to be.<br />****PLEASE PRAY THAT I PASS MY CLASSES******<br /> <br />If I don't pass, my plans of finishing college in 2 more years are diminished. <br /><br />Amen.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652472624139269791.post-580983015730200382010-11-23T12:38:00.001-08:002010-11-24T14:49:58.918-08:00Latest and Greatest in Salt Lake CityFirst of all, Halloween this year was awesome. My two best friends in my ballet class and I dressed up as Fantana's. Wanta Fanta? I love Halloween being a Ballet Major!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw0D7p4r6I/AAAAAAAAASo/foiBjrwY2r8/s1600/77124_1664223695551_1536024352_31645370_8365838_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw0D7p4r6I/AAAAAAAAASo/foiBjrwY2r8/s400/77124_1664223695551_1536024352_31645370_8365838_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542862483543863202" /></a><br /><br />Caroline Sheridan (Strawberry Fanta), Dagne Aiken (Orange Fanta), and I (Pineapple Fanta), The latest and greatest Fantana's. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw0EKX6bmI/AAAAAAAAASw/oRpQ5N9nwMQ/s1600/IMG_1919_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw0EKX6bmI/AAAAAAAAASw/oRpQ5N9nwMQ/s400/IMG_1919_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542862487495011938" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw02qNi5iI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1YF1Biupj0U/s1600/IMG_1905.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw02qNi5iI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1YF1Biupj0U/s400/IMG_1905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542863355034920482" /></a><br /><br />We won best dressed. Actually there wasn't even a contest, but just look at us! We would have won if there were....right? "Of course right!"-Fiddler on the Roof.<br /><br />Anywho, being busy all the time has its benefits. When you actually have free time, you do cool things such as:<br /><br />1. Disney on Ice, (something i've wanted to go see MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE)! Thanks for taking me Saje! When each new character came out, I think I got more excited than the hundreds of little kids around me. The Grandpa next to me gave Saje a look like, Is she crazy? Obviously his grandchildren weren't enjoying it as much as me, (I think I get that from my Dad). Dad I promise you will be the first one to take all of my kids to Disneyland!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqlBh2SvI/AAAAAAAAARA/PPYXnuLYF5c/s1600/IMG_1970.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqlBh2SvI/AAAAAAAAARA/PPYXnuLYF5c/s400/IMG_1970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542852056940169970" /></a><br /><br />Rafiki (sp?) had the coolest skates, hands down.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqlgyVo4I/AAAAAAAAARI/0JEWNxXALP8/s1600/IMG_1973_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqlgyVo4I/AAAAAAAAARI/0JEWNxXALP8/s400/IMG_1973_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542852065330832258" /></a><br /><br />The little Mermaid was one of my favs for the night. She was pretty good, and they even kissed at the end *sigh*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqnLgiDJI/AAAAAAAAARY/7QENdN5stBA/s1600/IMG_1984.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqnLgiDJI/AAAAAAAAARY/7QENdN5stBA/s400/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542852093978741906" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqmLfrxGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qUGilcLv3cY/s1600/IMG_1975_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqmLfrxGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qUGilcLv3cY/s400/IMG_1975_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542852076795315298" /></a><br /><br />They also did the story of Lilo and Stitch. It wasn't as good as the rest of the classics but it was still cool seeing hula skaters. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqoejbPBI/AAAAAAAAARg/KtH_8mbjFpM/s1600/IMG_1988.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwqoejbPBI/AAAAAAAAARg/KtH_8mbjFpM/s400/IMG_1988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542852116271021074" /></a><br /><br />Next, Peter Pan. If you know anything about me, you should know that Peter Pan is high on my favorites list. Here is Peter and his Shadow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtKdkgOuI/AAAAAAAAARo/yocoMERsg6k/s1600/IMG_2001.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtKdkgOuI/AAAAAAAAARo/yocoMERsg6k/s400/IMG_2001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542854899145915106" /></a><br /><br />Tink ;) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtK4UO4FI/AAAAAAAAARw/pxHmcPwEn8k/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtK4UO4FI/AAAAAAAAARw/pxHmcPwEn8k/s400/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542854906325426258" /></a><br /><br />They flew and everything!! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtLnMzd9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/F7wWJepfTdM/s1600/IMG_2010.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtLnMzd9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/F7wWJepfTdM/s400/IMG_2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542854918910736338" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtMcNT9EI/AAAAAAAAASA/9w25cmjicNE/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtMcNT9EI/AAAAAAAAASA/9w25cmjicNE/s400/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542854933139944514" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtNfUQ1RI/AAAAAAAAASI/rOWBrgMaGs8/s1600/IMG_2023.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwtNfUQ1RI/AAAAAAAAASI/rOWBrgMaGs8/s400/IMG_2023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542854951154275602" /></a><br /><br />In honor of Disney on Ice, Disney Pancakes were in order for dinner the night after!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwvfA4w-uI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WZD5oFaJZCM/s1600/IMG_2026.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwvfA4w-uI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WZD5oFaJZCM/s400/IMG_2026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542857451246779106" /></a><br /><br />3. Utah Symphony! ok I'll admit, this wasn't a planned adventure. We were ACTUALLY going to go to Ballet West's show because if I went, I got a Ballet absence taken away. For one thing, we were running late already, and for another, we got off Trax a stop too late. WOOPSIE!!!! When we got off Trax there was no way we could make it to the Ballet on time. The stop we got off of was in front of Abravenal Hall. We went inside and couldn't tell if anything was going on so we walked out. As we walked out this older couple asked us if we wanted to see "Romeo and Juliet." We told them we had no idea that was even playing. They said that their friends couldn't make it so they had two extra tickets that they were willing to give us! FREE DATE! YESSS. The show was the Utah Symphony playing "Romeo and Juliet" while a choir sang along. The seats were $40 each tickets and our seats were way good. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw2-LWZhgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/656-rD-iHUU/s1600/IMG_1946.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw2-LWZhgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/656-rD-iHUU/s400/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542865683212764674" /></a><br /><br />4. College Game Day, a game I was so stoked for. Complete DUD. It was still fun making a poster and going crazy. It was a blackout game too so that added a bit more excitement, until we got plastered. We left early and sadly my lunch was better than the game (1/2 off at The Corner Bakery) hooray! For some of you who don't know, #3 has a SERIOUS "Mexi-Stache." He is a sophomore here at the U and he is one of the geekiest looking quarterbacks I've ever seen. Sorry Wynn, but it's true. Saje and I thought that writing "Fear the Mexi-stache" would not be a wise idea, so we changed the "Mexi" to "Fuzz." FEAR the FUZZstache sounded more fierce anyways right?? My poster and I made it on the big screen at the beginning of the game! Being on the big screen at a Ute game was one of my college goals. Just so you know. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw10h6g8uI/AAAAAAAAATA/aGhAbsN7ZQc/s1600/IMG_1947.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw10h6g8uI/AAAAAAAAATA/aGhAbsN7ZQc/s400/IMG_1947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542864417959506658" /></a><br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw11OR5PDI/AAAAAAAAATI/siky6MSNWoo/s1600/IMG_1951.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOw11OR5PDI/AAAAAAAAATI/siky6MSNWoo/s400/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542864429868727346" /></a><br /><br />5. Snow day at the U! I love playing in snow :) I haven't made a snowman in YEARS so we made one with a goatee. It has snowed a ton this week and classes were canceled too! Holla!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwvf3QqFvI/AAAAAAAAASY/oBPKhx0s9qk/s1600/IMG_2045.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwvf3QqFvI/AAAAAAAAASY/oBPKhx0s9qk/s400/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542857465842505458" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwvgbEVzPI/AAAAAAAAASg/_5R67JZD7p8/s1600/IMG_2034.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uDg_elSBFVM/TOwvgbEVzPI/AAAAAAAAASg/_5R67JZD7p8/s400/IMG_2034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542857475454520562" /></a><br /><br />I think that is all for now! Thanksgiving is in a few days and I can't wait to see my parents! Hopefully they make it here without the blizzard interfering! TTFN!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02519188101015914350noreply@blogger.com3