Forty-three bucks

We need to talk about my ability to shop. I don't mean dropping bills on brand names... I am talking bargins.

What did $43 get me this evening...?
A cardigan
Pair of undies
Tee shirt
Jeans
Gum
Hair product
Garbage basket
&
A purse

Mind you this: I genuinely loved all of these items and the cardigan alone was over 30% of the total bill! Yes, I am a master. And a big shout out to Target for making this all possible. I couldn't be more happy!

Where the blog becomes a diary :/

Dear Blog,

I have felt I have hit an all time low. For this sole fact: this evening my father informed me of a future "prospect" he has arranged to contact me. Yes, my dad is trying to hook me up. *cringing distressed face* He is so sweet, my father that is.... but I am quite comfortable with him NOT being in that arena of my life.

Don't get me wrong, I want to get married and have babies. But I am not desperate. Not yet, that is. Haha. I don't want to be "that girl" the longing, dissatisfied girl.

And this whole "patient" thing requires daily self pep talks. It is frickin' frackin' hard. When the multitudes around you are getting hitched and popping out the young, and you are knitting in solitude on a saturday evening.... you start to think this whole "live it up single life" is kind of a joke. So it takes mental work to be okay. You start to understand how fragile it is when your dad comes in your room, sits down, and explains that he arranged someone to contact me. I lost it, a bit.

I know I can't worry and that I have to trust God... And I am not sure I "have to" remind the Almighty that I will 25 years old in 1 year and 5 months... Tic toc! Oh yea... I am not supposed to put limits on God! ;)

God is the center of my life, not my relationship status. I know this.

Farewell reader.

Slightly distraught and perplexed,
and as always, truthful,

Hannah

PS- I am really okay. This is not a cry for help. I am just honest.

Dead Appendage.

Last night during my slumber, I feel asleep with my arm placed above my head. During the middle of the night, I woke up and felt as if I was missing an arm. I flipped around and found my arm lying on my chest. As strange as it seems I was really freaked out. I could not feel my arm or move it, and in sleepy disillusion, could not distinguish if it was in fact my arm. I just laid looking at my hand, severely creeped out. And that is the end of my story.

Been knitting.

Despite my hobbies and lifestyle, I am not 68 years old. Now that the fact was made, let me continue. I love knitting. Here's what I've been up to recently in the world of knitting....

New obsession: photo apps.

To Tulsa We Go.

As we speak, or shall I say "as I type" I am sitting in one of my favorite places in the world. Cherry Street Coffee House in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Sipping a divine latte made by the barista whom my heart loves, Nicholas Giovanetti. YAY.

My former room mates (Jayme/ Kayla Sweeney) got in the Alero and drove 13 hours to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Leaving at 2:00 am was not fun at all. But we made it safely! We rolled into town exhausted... but buried our urges to sleep, we showered and headed out to Zio's Italian Kitchen to meet some friends. Seeing as it was a Friday night in Tulsa, they were packed to the max! We got our table and chowed down on the most delicious bread. It was yumscatumskies (which is a very good thing). Although we had already gorged ourselves, we hopped on over to Oliveto Italian Bistro, our former workplace, for dessert.

It was awesome going to Oliveto. Really. Even though I worked there for 2 years and spent, what seemed to be, most of my time there. I just miss it tons. I had to control the urge to work though! I wanted to throw on my apron and bus some tables and take some orders! I miss the biz.

Moving on, after 2nd dinner, we drove to Sapulpa to go to the Burn. Which is a 24 hour worship service. Which was freakin' awesome until about 12:30. Because 12:30 is when my body decided to shut down. I am very sorry Jesus. We left at one AM. In bed by two AM. Sleep was nice.

Stay tuned for more Tulsa adventures...

Much love ya'll,

Hannah Lee

Nerd alert.

I am fully aware that I have nerdy tendencies.

Yesterday, I spent hours researching my genealogy. Hours. And I had fun doing so.

Hmm...

.Do

.I

.want

.to

.MOVE

.back

.to

.TULSA?

Resolution.

I am not an avid supporter of New Year's Resolutions. It's mostly just setting yourself up for failure.

But an idea popped into my head. I want to stop hitting my snooze button. I hit that thing so many times in the morning. I have been doing this habit since I was 15. I love my snooze button.

Jan 1.- Hit my snooze button. Many a time that morning.

Jan 2.- I was supposed to wake at 4am to drive to Madison (1.5 hrs away) for a small medical study that was going to give me $1000. My alarm did not go off at all. I didn't wake up until 6:45, and you can't be late for these things... so I lost out on getting $1000. Shucks. Perhaps me resolution is punishing me? haha.

*I did find out that there have been glitches with the iPhone alarms with the new years. It is supposed to be fixed. I should sue apple for $1000.