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Day 6: A Picture of Something That Makes You Happy

Swing dancing! (Photo by David Holmes.)

Since I started the Lindy Hop challenge, it’s a little obvious that this is something that I enjoy. It’s my main hobby now, and it definitely makes me happy!

Me, happy, dancing! (Avec Christian.)

I really like pictures, so you’re getting two things that make me happy today.

My nephews.

I love being an Aunt. It’s rewarding and fun and lovely and exciting, and also sometimes involves things like poopy diapers and screaming babies, but it’s wonderful and so worth it. I imagine it’s about 1/10th of what it is to be a parent; both in awesomeness and work/tiredness.

Getting to snuggle with the babies, or play with William is just incredibly rejuvenating, and always valuable. I love being an Aunt!


Day 5: A Song to Fit Your Mood

I’ve written some of these posts ahead of time, and then finished and posted them, but I wanted to wait and pick a song until today, RIGHT NOW, because who knew what my mood would be right now, until now?

See if you can catch my mood from this song:

If you guessed “relaxed and optimistic”, you would be correct. Also “slightly dancey”.

But wait! A bonus song, that ALSO reflects my mood. Although to be fair, this one pretty much always fits my mood (the song, not necessarily the video)…

Day 4: Your Parents

My parents, circa 1984, three years before I would enter their life.

Me and my parents, a few years ago! I think I look like both of them.

My parents are awesome. I know people could easily say this and not mean it, or be wrong, but: they’re the best parents I know or really can imagine. They have a beautiful relationship (I’ve never heard them fight, and it’s not because they don’t fight around us kids, it’s because they don’t fight. This is how they taught us to communicate (with kindness), and I’m so grateful for that), and they were intentional about giving their kids many tools to success in life. They’re also silly, and adorable, and we have a great time together.

My Mom is beautiful (and preternaturally young looking), kind, and silly. She’s a gracious hostess, a strong woman of character and of God, and does a wonderful job of taking care of everyone around her. She also introduced me to Janis Joplin and the Beatles, and she had a wicked cool wardrobe back in the ’70s. I will always be thankful for the lessons she’s taught me, and the silliness we get into together! I hope to be as cool as her, one day.

I’m a lot like my Dad, or at least I hope I am. He’s always been so loving, and supportive, and wise and fun. I have never doubted that my Papa loved me no matter what I did, and that he thinks I’m just awesome.  He got me into Lord of the Rings, and always encouraged me to build my talents.

It’s pretty cool that I’m a part of them both!

I feel incredibly blessed and grateful that I have parents who are my friends, advocates, and advisors. Also, parents who I am happy to introduce to my friends, because they’re just warm and friendly and lovely (and won’t embarrass me; quite the opposite in fact).

This is my family! All the kids and two great parents.

Day 3: Your First Love, pt 2

Day 3: Your First Love

Oh, who am I kidding?

Also, as I said on twitter: I need to start using “You’re handsome! How are you,” as a conversation starter. Golden.

Day 3: Your First Love

It has been exactly one month since the last time I updated; also since the last time I had TIME to update. School has come and gone, as have many family, swing dancing, and other obligations and AWESOME times. I will write up some of those times soon, I hope, in an effort to remember them and actually blog for once. But now that I have time, I’m picking up my “30” Day Challenge again! So here is Day “3”. After this, I will be doing one a day and intend to hold myself accountable to that. I will also post about other things that interest me; I already have some posts in mind and started.

Yayyyy summer time!!

Day 3: Your First Love

My first love! Well. If we’re being serious, I haven’t had a “first love” yet, not the real kind. But since that’s a short and somewhat boring post, I’ll provide some first loves here that apply in slightly different ways than the question might actually be about…

First love 1: CHEESE


I love cheese. If you know me, you’ve probably heard me expound upon the subject. It is the food that I enjoy more than almost any other, it makes most dishes so much better, and I found out when I fasted it for Lent a few years ago that it comprises or is a part of probably about 70% of my diet.

I also feel comfortable calling it my “first love” because my mother has said that when I first started eating solid foods as a wee little girlie, cheese was the only thing I wanted to eat.

mmm. cheese.

During my pre-puberty pudge time, I recall my doctor asking me what my favorite things to eat were, to which I responded: “Cheese.” He mentioned that I could probably just eat a little less cheese, and it would be a positive thing for my health. I took his comments into consideration, probably did nothing about it; and then grew about a foot in a year or so, which helped my pudgy problem a lot. Thanks, genetics!

I will leave this section, and you, with this terrifying image of something called a “cheese bra” that the internet gave me (you have been warned). Oh internet, you so crazy.

First love 2: Kevin Max, ne Smith

Kevin, Toby, and Michael. awww yeah.

Some people grew up with the Beatles; I grew up with DC Talk. They were ’90s, they were Christian, and they were awesome. They were the first band I was aware of and cared anything about, I saw them several times in concert, and we got to actually MEET them when they came to the Virginia Theatre in Champaign!! Totally made my decade.

Meeting Michael Tate!! The night we got to meet all of them. (I'm the smallest person.) Toby was a sweetheart. (Sorry this is so tiny, I accidentally scanned it at tiny resolution, oops.)

Anyway. Kevin Smith was, in my humble and very young opinion, the cutest one. I decided that I should have a crush on him*. So I did! I used to imagine we’d get married, and I’d travel with them on tour, but for some reason that never panned out. Might have something to do with the fact that he’s quite a bit older than me, and I was about 8 at the time.

It must have been the feathered hair.

I still think he has an awesome voice!

Apparently this is what he looks like now.

First love 3: Luke Skywalker

In terms of characters I liked, ol’ Luke here was the first one I thought was adorable.

I've since developed the "Paul McCartney" theory, which involves young girls liking the boy who is most friend like, and least threatening. As a little girl, I never got why older girls like Han, he was just annoying and brutish.

Not even really a crush, and certainly not true love, but I liked him best out of Star Wars when I first saw it as a little one, and he led the way for many future character “likes”. Something I hope I’ve moved beyond, since longing after characters is just as annoying as longing for actors or whoever you’re never even going to meet.

First love: First Love?

Getting back to the “real life” or “real love” category; since I’ve been all grown up there really haven’t been many boys who I liked for real (I have high standards, whatcanIsay); there especially haven’t been many who I liked and who have liked me too (the long-desired ideal, right?). That’s probably most of why I’m still quite single… but, hey; here’s to the future!

*Most of my crushes, I have to say, were just as much because I thought that was what you did as a girl, as because I actually felt feelings. I think TV, and me letting it influence me, is the biggest blame for this, as I was more apt to think the other little girls around me were talking nonsense than follow along with their life plans.

Day 2: Meaning Behind Your Blog Name

Confession: There is none. I just needed a title, so I wrote in the first words I thought of, and that’s what came out! I also thought it was a little funny.

In order to make this post BETTER and MORE EXCITING, I am going to retroactively give it some meaning, so I can tie in a video. (Self-reflective note: assigning something meaning after the fact is something I have done a lot of in my career as an art student.)

My blog is called: “Hello, I am speaking” This is a slightly ironic allusion to the fact that this blog is my personal log, my public diary. It’s stating that I’m speaking, and I want you to listen to me. In essence, it’s saying…. I HAVE A VOICE.

The King’s Speech is my favorite movie that I’ve seen in a long time. I love it. I could watch it many and many times…

That trailer is great, but I actually prefer this one, for getting the real feel of the film:


Day 1: Introduce, recent picture of yourself, 15 “interesting” facts


Hello! My name is Hannah. If we were meeting in person, you might notice that I’m wearing glasses, or that I’m quite tall, or that I like to smile.

me at last week's swing dance in the Union. yes, I was posing.

  1. My right ear is slightly higher on my head than my left ear. This means that glasses are normally crooked on my face if they haven’t been adjusted.
  2. I first read The Hobbit when I was 11 years old, and I read it in two days.
  3. I was homeschooled all the way through until I started college, and I loved it!
  4. I am a PK, but kind of an undercover one.
  5. I once seriously considered doing Engineering in college.
  6. I secretly want to drive a racecar, just so I can drive REALLY REALLY FAST (legally).
  7. I love to swing dance! Lindy Hop, Balboa, a little blues every now and again, and yes, even Charleston when forced.
  8. I used to twirl baton! For about two years.
  9. I have taken Russian 101 for two weeks in two separate semesters, but had to drop it both times. I still want to learn to speak Russian (and Norwegian, and Hebrew, and Arabic, and French…) I remember how to say “My name is Hannah”, “very good”, “what is it?” and that’s about it.
  10. My name+middle name is Hannah Grace. Hannah means Grace of God (or just Grace), so I’m technically Grace Grace. Grace means “undeserved mercy”, and I love that that’s my name. God’s grace is one of the most important parts of life! And oh so sweet.
  11. I think Wuthering Heights is a terrible book, especially in the characterization.
  12. I’m the youngest of 4 siblings, and 11 cousins. Both of my parents are also the youngest in their families.
  13. I have read all five Three Musketeer books.
  14. My name (Hana) means flower in Japanese, it’s a PALINDROME, it’s Hebrew, there’s a beautiful bible story about a strong and intense Hannah, and there are some cool songs written about Hannahs.
  15. I’m an Aunt of two adorable little fellas!


update: lol I just realized I spelled “challenge” wrong in the tags. I’m leaving it.