Barista x2

This thursday I will be interviewing for a second barista position. So I will be a double barista vanilla latte with whip :)May the caffeine course through these veins of mine. Yumskies.

With a "latte" love,

Hannah

PS- my mom always forgets the title "barista" and call me a "mastabista". Golly mother. Golly.

PSS- I miss him.

I can do this.

It is rather hard to write on a blog you intended to be sweet and dainty, while your heart is being rung out. Cause I feel like blah blah blah.

But I am making a point to stay strong. To move my focus to my maker. Take a deep breath and move on.

I'll keep it vague, which is irritating to readers. But safe for me :)

This weekend, I ran into some people I haven't seen for probably four years. A married couple. And it was the hardest thing for me to go up to them and talk to them. Swallowing the words of Eleanor Roosevelt, "Do one thing everyday that scares you." I went up to them with a smile and caught up with 'em. Why was it so hard? Because four years ago, I loved that guy (not that I knew much of love at the tender age of 18)... and his now wife was a then friend of mine. No matter how minor or healed a scar is... it's still difficult to deal with. I am proud of myself, not in a tooting my own horn way. But I handled it well :)

This past month has brought many opportunities for me to "handle things well"... it's been a time of triumph and failings. Life, bring it on. Jesus helps the most. Thank you my strength!

Hanging in there,

Hannah

The day I call one.

"This is the first day of my life..."- Bright Eyes.

I took two nature walks today... hoping for peace and escape. Impossible. He is still there.

Somehow, I hope he reads this. I truly wish he takes enough interest to secretly stalk me.

The doll head? I just saw it and it worried me a tad.

The day was splendid indeed

What the morrow will bring...

I have planned tomorrow to be amazingness.

I am in Wisconsin's capitol of Madison, a favorite city of mine.

Starting the day I will go to a coffeehouse, savor a latte. And chow down on some nuetella crepes. *salivating*

Then I will take a little stroll down state street. A no-automobile-zone.

On this stroll, I will come upon Urban Outfitters... I shall not pass, but enter.

The exciting part will be my purchase, which I don't know what it will be yet. But I love everything there, so how could I be let down?

After that... I have no plans, cause I like spontaneity.

I will do all of this ALONE. It is so relaxing. I have no problem with this. I don't have an issue with being alone... I am fully aware of my sheer independence. It does not mean that I am a feminist or never want a relationship. Surely not.

Well, now I am really looking forward to tomorrow!

Hannah

Witto tings

I get really disappointed when I get put in the room with blue walls, rather than the room with yellow walls.

I officially have all of Ingrid Michaelson's music. Love love love. Including her rendition of Radiohead's Creep. Ear ecstasy.

For Autumn I am thinking bangs. So I did a little experiment and got carried away...

Soo... I am not going to dye it. But I am thinking yes on the last one.

I am just digging Florence and The Machine right now. It is worth listening to. Well

50% of what I talked about today was music. I love music. I am not gifted in the playing of it though, how tragic. And my voice is something vile. So I can't really add to the world of music, just appreciation. Same with the world of dance... I mean I got moves, just nothing even semi-professional.

Let's call it a blog day. Au Revoir. (oh another thing I love: French)

Your bloggy friend,

Hannah

Oh I love technology -Kip

Well buddies, I just purchased a MacBook (yay) and was eligible for a phone update, so I got an iPhone. I feel very overwhelmed by the technology! I love it. I do. But it is not at all simplistic, and I like simplistic. I think after the shock and complete awe wears off... I will feel more comfortable. The world is at my finger tips and that just made the world a whole lot less exotic...

oh the sheer joy.

I GOT MY MACBOOK. HE IS MINE. AND I LOVE HIM. He needs a name, I must put some thought into this. *fit of giddiness*

Second line of business, I must welcome my first and sole FOLLOWER. Welcome friend.

Happily,

Hannah

In and not of.

Last week, I was working as a barista at a local coffee-shop. I thought I saw someone from High School and I suddenly became fearful. It turned out not to be them. But what made me so fearful?

I graduated 5 years ago with no career aspirations at all. I still don't have them. I did not go to a four year college, university, or even a tech school. I went to a ministry training school, in which you do not obtain a degree, yet you do get a vast teaching in ministry and the bible. I cherish the training I received. I have no goals of getting a career. Everyday, I feel the heavy breath of the world breathing down my neck words of what I SHOULD do, the things society is expecting of a woman like me.

I have chosen to take a stand in my life not to follow the ways of the world. To follow my heart. I can feel the world looking down on women who have chosen to keep house, raise children, and simply love their husbands... without juggling a career too. But, what they don't see is that a healthy family is a healthy life. A house-wife is not a down grade, cop-out, or less in any means.

And I am fully convinced this is what I want most: a God-centered, healthy family. It is an aspiration outside of my control, I cannot go to school for it, I cannot apply for it. I have to simply trust God with my future, and he will direct my path. He will give me the desires of my heart.

So when I run into an old friend from high school, I shouldn't have to worry about the world's expectations of me. I don't have to feel like any sort of failure, because I don't meet society's design. Eleanor Roosevelt said, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." And when I thought I met someone from my past, I felt inferior... because I consented to. But the truth is, I want to be a barista. I want to travel (and I do). And in the future I want to marry a GREAT man of God, make a house a home, have chubby babies, and raise them with the convictions of God (and love, hug, squeeze, kiss the crap out of them!)

Ahh... that felt good to get out :)

In a most happy mood,

Hannah

image and identity.

Have you ever been asked the question "who are you?" Maybe it's followed by a long pause, while your mind races through decades of events and a plethora labels you title yourself with (leader, mother, son, artist, funny, etc.) Maybe you are certain, cause you took time to create an image for yourself. But an image is not our identity. If you have made Jesus Christ lord of your life, you chose to put you identity in him completely.

Picture yourself: It's early in the foggy morning, you are standing in the woods alone, nothing but the flora and fauna about you...

I believe that there are tons of aspects that makes us, us. There are things we are born into, that we cannot change. There are things we have control over, for instance our choice of education, friends, and even the clothes we wear (that's not totally vain!). And there is something completely different, the spiritual side of our identity. Who we are in Christ: righteous, his child, heir, ambassador, his workmanship, his friend, we are loved, new creatures, more than conquerers, and people of promises. You see, the things we chose are like a fog we stand in, it's surrounding us, but it comes and goes. The things we cannot change, like our family, the state you were born in, your height... are like the flora. The flora is surrounding us too, even poison ivy, maybe the things in our past aren't pretty. But who we are, what we're all about it this: the ground we stand on, we are connected to it, trusting in it, it holds us up, it supports us; that is our identity in Christ in this picture.

If you don't know the ground you are standing on or if you feel like things surrounding you define you... I pray you come to realize the awesome avenue God created to Himself through the death of his son, Jesus Christ. You can know who you are. You are HIS.

Thankfully,

Hannah

In recent news:

1. My dad got stung in the face by a BEE. His face swelled up hardcore. Hilarious. Unfortunately, he wouldn't hold still for a photo op.

B. I think my "stalker" (see story below) is not a threat anymore. Ahhh,the peace.

III. I'm back in my second stay of my thrilling medical stay.

4. I am settled. I am getting a macbook on saturday. It has to happen.

F. "Teen Moms" show on MTV makes me ill... c'mon people.

I think my next post will be a bit more... bloggy. :)

Your blogmaster,

Hannah

Diary of a human guinea pig

I find my self only on day 3 of medical testing and yet I have a few things to share...

First off, yesterday, I did the stupid thing of texting while... walking. I walked into my room only to find it was actually the boys rooms. I got some awkward looks, I then said... "Sorry. Wrong room. I was distracted." Oxygen was suddenly cut off to my face and I blushed and stormed out of the room as fast as I could. Haha.

Secondly, I find that I have a creepy stalker type guy here. We'll call him Ryan (for security reasons). Day one, he really talks to me a bunch... like we're pals. He does tell me he has a girlfriend, which he met online (fantastic. jk) So whatever. He then knocks on my door several times asking what I'm doing and being creepy. Great... :/ But then he drops this on me: he asks for my number. I have a serious problem with telling people NO. So he gets it. (Hitting myself on the head saying "IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT!") Right off the bat he sends me 6 pictures of himself. Umm... I don't want to see those (they were promptly deleted). "Ryan" then asks if I could send a picture of myself, not having the nerve to say NO, I lied, telling him I can't send pics with my phone. The smart little creeper promptly suggests blue tooth. Again, I lie, and say I don't have pics of myself on my phone. He wont relent! He says that we can take some. I reply, "It's against the rules." He says, "Who cares." I let him know that I am all about the rules. So far, one bullet dodged. Later he sends me a text saying that I am sexy and that he had his eye on me the moment I came in here. Well buddy, way to creep me out. I am now hibernating in my room avoiding him. haha. Lesson learned.

ON A BRIGHTER NOTE: i pre-ordered season 6 of the office. i am 1/2 a season behind (shamed). but come sept. 7th it is mine all mine!!!

Mullets and medicality.

Well... hello reader :)

First off I would like to start off with a MLIA worthy story: While animal gazing at the Madison Zoo, we found ourselves standing next to man with a very impressive Kentucky waterfall, also known as a "mullet"... we were all looking in the exhibit for the otters, when all of the sudden our funky follicle friend screamed, "There one is! ... oh... that's just my reflection." *laughing my pants off*

Our Zoo Friend in infant stage ;)

In other news,I have found myself to be a little money hungry... (Part-time barista doesn't necessarily bring in the big bucks) So, I decided to do some medical testing. I even hate admitting that I am a human guinea pig. But for $4330... you can cut my limbs off!! JK. It is actually fairly safe, so stop getting your panties in a bundle, I'll be fine. And richer. Well, it will give me a monetary step to do the things I want to do, a certain freedom. Judge me if you may, I don't care.

I suppose that's all I gots ta say for the time being :)

Well readers- Love God. Love People.

Always,

Hannah Lee