2/27/11

15 Things About Me!


My dear sweet roommate Hannah has been telling me to do this. I figure it's about time....


1. I love love love LOVE queso. (You know that yummy processed cheese you dip chips in. Yum yum!)

2. I love walk and talks. Here at the good old BYU-I there are not many places to be alone, so when you want to talk to someone about something but you don't want all your roommates to know you go on a walk and talk!!

3. I love to get up before my roommates (which is generally really early) and take really long, hot showers. Again, you are never alone up here and shower time in the morning is the only time I have to be by myself.

4. I LOVE chapstick! I'm totally addicted, however, I often loose it which makes me extremely frustrated.

5. I've been thinking about being a photographer when I grow up.

6. My favoritest color in the whole wide world is YELLOW! Not the yuck mustard yellow, the bright happy sunflower yellow that makes you just want to smile.

7. My fondest childhood memory was going up to the pasture and feeding the horses with Dad. I remember we got into this habit of him picking me up and putting my on Stacy's feed thingy. She would take a bite and pull her head out and look up at me and I would just sit and talk and pat her.

8. The scariest dream I ever had took place when Nikki and I had bunk-beds. These green aliens with yellow spots came and pulled Nikki through the crack and under the bed and I think they were going to eat her. So of course I had to save her. I jumped down and kicked under the bed until the alien cried and ran away. It was terrifying.

9. I remember reading "The Man Who Never Did His Dishes" when I was little. I remember thinking how disgusting that was and I never wanted to be like that. Sometimes there are a lot of dishes in the sink. But I never stack them any where else!!

10. My favorite thing ever would have to be sitting snuggled up in a blanket with warm fuzzy socks while reading a good book with a warm cup of hot cocoa. Even better yet is when it's raining outside and I can hear the steady pounding outside with the occasional burst of thunder.

11. I love riding in the car with Miss Kylee Hadfield. We drive as fast as we can with all the windows rolled down and some new girl power song turned as loud as it will possibly go. We're both dancing and laughing while drinking a caffeinated beverage of some kind. (Don't tell mom but this is what we did every summer for the past three years. :D

12. I believe that God asked me in the pre-existence "Katherine, I need an other land formation. What do you think we should do?" I exclaimed with enthusiasm "MOUNTAINS!! Don't worry, I got this one." He then chuckled and said "I knew you'd say that."

13. I love sweaters. I even stole one from Heidi at Old Navy. :)

14. I love the feeling of soil. There is something about planting and caring for little baby plants and watching them grow that I just can't get enough of.

15. I love waking up on Sundays rather early, (about 6) and turning classical music on very softly then opening all the curtains in our apartment and letting the beautiful sunrise fill our tiny apartment.

2/5/11

Hannah's Life Story


If ya'll haven't noticed I have the best roommates in the whole world. We also get really bored sometimes. This is Hannah telling us her life's story. I thought it was hilarious.

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The Canyon is Calling


This poem, written by my great great Grandmother often enters my thoughts these days:

The canyon is calling with soothing refrain

The valley is seething with heat.

The young of the forest are roving again

In the depths of their mountain retreat


I long to rest there in the shade of the trees,

And drink from the brooklet so cool,

With mind and with heart as completely at ease

As lilies that float on the pool.


The song of a thrush and the whiff of perfume

Caught up by zephyr or air

Would bring me respite from the heat and the gloom.

I long, how I long to be there.


The canyon is calling with wild luring strain;

A chant that the wood fairies know.

I cannot ignore it, resistance is vain

The canyon is calling. I go.


I never understood how lucky I was to work up the canyon. Being in Idaho, where there are no canyons, has been a bit of a challenge. Just as the words in this poem say "I cannot ignore it, resistance is vain, The canyon is calling. I go" Oh, how I wish I could follow this luring stain! My need for the canyon never goes away, and I long, how I long to be there.