Three things I've realized about myself lately.

1. If there is anything slightly dangerous in an apartment, I will find it. I will not find it on purpose, but I will find it (examples: cutting my hand on a dryer door, grabbing a cutting board from a cupboard and jamming a screw under my fingernail, and stepping on five sharp objects in the first four days of moving in). how?

2. I have become a dog person. I have laughed myself to tears twice this week for dog-related incidents.

3. I need to get more sleep.

Normal, everyday Hannah

So I've decided: if I ever have a real blog that people read, I'm still going to write about normal things. Things that happen everyday. Things that might be embarrassing or not up-to-par in blog-land. Things that are just...life.

Take today for instance.
I made oatmeal caramel bars.
I spilled brown sugar all over the counter while trying to measure it.
I put too much caramel in them.
I used flour and sugar and TONS of butter. Totally healthy. Right?
They were under cooked.
But after it was all said and done...(and they were refrigerated for quite awhile)...they were absolutely delicious.
Not ashamed.

I also started to take a card table out of the storage closet so I could use it to address envelopes for the wedding invitations.
One table leg fell down.
I tripped over it.
In the midst of trying not to fall over, the table fell hard against my foot.
Totally graceful. Totally bruised.
And afterwards...I addressed and stuffed like crazy with Dr. Quinn the Medicine Woman playing in the background.
Spectacular.

I also tried a completely new combination for supper tonight.
I spent awhile chopping and frying and adding.
Totally botched it.
Still ate it.

Those things are life. And in Hannah's life...they're pretty common. And you know what? I don't mind that they aren't something to brag about. They happen. They make me laugh at the lightness of life. And life is still good. Very good.

And now, enjoy this (non-artistic and non-professional) picture of two adorable calves I visited this weekend.

what inspires.

what inspires me?
 lately...i think it's failure.
i have not won the battle, but i'm still fighting.
i'm not happy with my positioning, but i'm aiming to change that.
i'm picking myself up off the ground, dusting myself off, and trying harder.

ever feel like you're at rock bottom? then you start climbing and are proud of yourself, only to get knocked back to the ground as soon as the tiniest bit of progress is made? you know what you should do. you know how to do it too. but you just...can't. you start, and you fail again. why? because you're human.

we're fighting against something bigger than ourselves. and when we put our guard down, we're vulnerable. we're easy to attack. and putting those guards back up and fighting the battle we've been trained to fight? that's hard. but it's not impossible. in fact, there's no way to lose. so, that "failure?" yeah...stop thinking of it as that. get up, keep fighting.

it's a choice.

Just a post..

Blogging.
I don't know how to do it.
I read other blogs, gaze at their beautiful pictures and put together lives.
Me? Well...I still use a camera I got for free my Jr. Year of high school (I wish that wasn't the case..) and I see my ramblings as far from being put together as can be.


But for some reason I want to write. Write whatever I have to say...for whatever reason I feel like writing it.
And for now, I'm not going public with it. If someone stumbles upon this somehow, have fun reading it I guess.
But right now, this is me. Me and my imperfect blog and thoughts. =)


I'm sitting here in my 3rd and final year at MSU- Mankato. I'll be graduating in the Spring with a Bachelor's Degree in Communication Disorders. What's that? Well...I did want to be a Speech Therapist. You need a Master's Degree for that. 2 1/2-3 more years of school and a CFY (Clinical Fellowship Year). Do I still want to be a Speech Therapist? Well...maybe. But I don't really know. All I know right now is that my plans are changing. God's leading me in another direction. I don't know what direction that is yet, but I'm feeling a lot of peace while waiting to figure it out. That's not normal for me. I'm usually the person who has to have everything set out in front of them ahead of time. I'm thankful for peace =)


Yes, that means I believe in God. Living for him, and KNOWING him are the two things I really want to do. It's crazy sometimes...but that leads to crazy awesome.


I'm dating a Marine. He's pretty cool.


I'm content...(Phillipians 4:11) I love where I'm at- my school, my job, my family and friends. I love where I came from- my town(s), my homes, my experiences. I've learned a lot from the difficult times and the times where I had no idea what the outcome would be. I'm thankful for the hurt I experienced. I'm excited to see where I'm going from here and how God will use me and my life.


Blog post #1...done. Blog posts to come? We'll see. I guess it's a start..