Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Forgot about this gem.

I love this so bad.
Euro's know how to kick it.

Love means nothing in Tennis

John and I played in a tennis tournament last night. We entered in as a mixed doubles team. Before the match started I was informed of a few things:
1. The male on the doubles team we'll be playing is ranked #1 in the league.
2. The team we'll be playing has only lost once this year. (keep in mind it's December)
(This one while I was getting dressed). 3. Hayley, you can't wear your usually attire, it looks like you are homeless. You are playing at a prestigious tennis club you need to look nice. (Would have been nice to know before I got home so I could've packed my nicest dress) I had to wear a little tennis skirt and pretty much a dress shirt before I could make Peg happy. Once I got there I realized that skanky=classy and prestigious.
4. If you don't get your first serve in 75% of the time then you can kiss the match goodbye.
5. Some of the teams in this league use a strategy where their only technique is to hit it as hard as they can at the female. (this one was revealed as we were walking into the club. oh, good. notice it's not "to" the female, but "at" the female. perfect. I was suddenly hoping that I hadn't dressed so girly for my mom and that I had worn my homeless clothes, maybe they wouldn't be able to tell which one was the female?)
6. After all the haunting facts, and once I was substantially nervous my dad says, "no pressure though. I just want this to be fun for us." No pressure for him! He isn't a female, plus he is pretty close to professional.

You don't need to know how the match went, all you need to know is Peg's comments at the end. "You guys played horrible, it was not your best tennis!" Thanks mom. I already knew I didn't play my best. Usually, when its all over is when you just lie and say "you did great!" even though you both know it's a lie, for some sick reason it makes you feel just a little better. Fortunately, Nate was there to lie to me. Thanks for the support.

I would post a picture of the dynamic duo, but after the match Peg said, "you don't want a picture after that do you?!" So if nothing else, I learned a valuable lesson... you only get your picture taken when win.
A few lucky winners. I chose this one because there were some crazy good Asians playing on the court next to us.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

the pez collector.

I collect Pez dispensers. I usually get one for Christmas or my birthday, but this year I got 3. My mom laughed so hard as I kept opening one after another. She has this problem where she forgets everything she wraps up, so she is just as surprised as the person opening the gift. It's hilarious. So she was busting up, and said she didn't remember buying so many! I decided it was time to get out the whole collection and play with them. Yes, you can play with Pez dispensers, you just have to get creative. So I lined 'em all up and sorted them into different categories.

Here's the the whole crew. They are all such beauts.
An interesting fact about Pez: The name PEZ was derived from the German word for peppermint, Pfefferminz, the first PEZ flavour. PEZ was originally introduced in Austria, later exported, notably to the U.S., and eventually became available worldwide.

Monday, December 22, 2008

"This is my house, and I have to defend it"

My mom and I love watching Home Alone together every year, last night we watched Home Alone 2 because we both had secretly watched the first one without each other and didn't have the heart to confess it, so we put in the 2nd one because we "hadn't seen it in a while" and during it we confessed during it that we had both betrayed the code. I love Home Alone, it could be my favorite holiday movies.
Reasons I love Home Alone:
1. Kevin is a stud
2. My mom laughs so hard during it
3. Marv has some of the best lines in history
4. The wet/sticky bandits have a hundred lives
5. Bird lady is SO scary
6. BUZZ
7. Buzz's friend
8. The soundtrack
9. The dialogue in "Angels with filthy souls" will almost always work in real life conversations.
10. Macaulay Culkin
11. Little Moe with the gimpy leg
12. Uncle Frank is such a dufus.
13. Fuller's bed wetting
14. The only weapon or tool the bandits bring is a crowbar
15. Peter McCallister is such a good name
16. Plain cheese pizza has never looked so good
17. Every single person that drives to the house knocks down that bronze statue.
18. When he sleds down his stairs.
19. Lastly, the thing that I love the most about it is the part that Peg thinks is the most unrealistic. Keep in mind how much the bandits go through and how many times they should be unconscious, paralyzed and . Now remember at the very end of the movie when the whole family is reunited and everyone is so happy, and the mom says that they need to go to the store to get some milk, and then Kevin says that he went to the store the day before and he got some. Out of all the bogus events in the movie, Peg can't believe this. She says and I quote, "when Kevin went to the store he only got a 1/2 gallon of milk, then he used some for his mac and cheese and had a whole glass out for Santa, that only leaves maybe 1/4 a gallon, there is no way a family of that size would only be satisfied with that much milk! HA! That is the part she can't believe! Oh peg! Love that.

Kilimanjaro


After a 5 hour drive from Logan on Saturday, I came home to have an ultimate snow day with Averi and Mike. We built our usually stair slope, and sledded down trying to break the record of who could go the furthest, and Averi won-how? we have no idea, she has the smallest mass but yet flew clear across the street. The best part was watching Averi trying to get back up the stairs to sled again, she always chose the most difficult way and would be face down in the snow every time trying to climb the huge mounds.
We tried really hard to make a snowman, and by "we", I mean "I", and by "tried really hard", I mean I brought a squirt bottle out to try and moisten the snow so it would form a more cohesive bond. I worked at it for a good half hour and the snowball was still pathetically small. After we'd had enough we came in to some delicious hot chocolate with real life marshmellows. It was perfect.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Indians, Liquor, and Creed.

This was easily the best week of finals I have ever experienced. Two of my finals were optional, so I only had to take three, because we all know I'm no over-achiever-bare minimum usually gets me through just fine. I finished my last final on Tuesday, I never finish so early in the week. It was good and bad, because since then I've been pretty worthless and unproductive, but it's felt wonderful. We've been staying up way too late, for no other reason besides that we can, because we don't have schoo in the a.m. Besides finals, work is so great. It's absurd that I get paid to do what I do. Some of the highlights of work yesterday included some guy bringing in an ab roller and all the boys had macho contests with it-they had to prove their strength to all the ladies, we found out that our boss just sold our company to an Indian Tribe in South Dakota and so now we are run by a sovereign nation and no longer have to abide by any state or federal laws! Blasphemy. I decided we'd all have to take on an Indian name alias, I will now be known as Wildflower. Also I may have accidentally had some liquor at work, they passed around these weird things-I heard "Italian"--- that's all I needed and I started chowing, after I was completely done and satisfied, someone has the heart to tell me that it may have been soaked in liquor. Last night was the work Christmas Party. And was it ever a party! Door prizes, gift cards, a live band, catered meal, and SANTA showed up. He did the drawing for the "big" prizes, and do I ever win anything? no. But was my name called? yes. A Christmas Miracle. I can't wait to spend my spoils. Then I came home to a roaring fire (shout out to Brett) and my beautiful roommates gathered around the Christmas Tree, talking and laughing. After a few family pictures, people flocked to our home. The billows of smoke piling out of our chimney beckoned to every single person we know (literally though) and they all came within ten minutes. Millions of conversations going on at a time. And to end the perfect night, we spotlighted Riana. One word: Creed.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Thank ye.

So much to be grateful for lately...
1 my family, they are completely out of control all the time, and I almost never stop laughing when I am with them.
2 Pinatas, thank you Mckay for being born.
3 Gingerbread Contests. Every year my family has a gingerbread house making contest and it gets intense! from stained glassed windows to full functioning chimneys the contest is heated, everyone is paired with their significant other, the thing is-is that i don't have one, so i usually get teamed up with Averi which is fine, we just never win, unless Grandpa is judging. This year we had the genius idea to combine forces and to make a mansion, that's right we put 4 houses together into one and with the help of the hot glue gun and tons of braces, we accomplished this incredible feat.
4 My gnomies. I love my roommates more than life itself sometimes and our reunion last night was wonderful. Natalie and I shared more secrets and both decided to go after our dreams, I am so inspired and pumped up right now, nothing can stop me.
5 Dancing. I miss dancing so much. Not like dance party dancing. But real life, full on dancing. I used to do it for at least 2 hours every day, and usually it was longer than that. I am going through serious withdrawals and I really need to dance soon and release all the emotion that has been building up inside of me for months now! As cliche as that sounds, dance really is my outlet and I am dying to do it again, for real.
6 Tennis. My fatha and I went and played over the break and I loved it. I feel like I have gotten a lot better, and it makes me so happy when I surprise my fatha because he is a tennis maniac.
7 Old friends. I got to reunite with tons of old friends over the break and it was so great! We are all so bonded and have known each other forever and it was so fun to get together and just start laughing. I love that no "warming up" is ever required, we all just know and love each other.
8 Logan. I love this little town that is oozing with hippies.
9 Scary Stories. I told my family the stories of my childhood and adolescence, I have no idea why they had never heard them before, but they were terrified and we all established a few things: we will never let our children babysit, and the grici own the gulley and could be behind many of the conspiracies that went on down there.
10 My religion. Live it and love it.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Meet me in the club, it's going down!

What happens at Logan's only club on a Wednesday night? Mass pandemonium. You do your duty and shake your booty. Club NY, DJ Juan, Womanizer, Raffle Drawings, Mist stuff, and all to support African children. Doesn't get much better than that. We all won prizes, I got a free pita, and me and chel won VIP passes to the club, so clubbin life here we come! I would consider this night among one of my favorite dancing experiences. We owned that place. And now comes the dance hangover, and severe paralysis.

Also one more huge event of the night.. me and natalie had our first fight.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Today in History



Once upon a time i was a history buff. Like obsessed, borderline fanatical about history, history buff. Today I looked at the date and realized that today was the day that President Abraham Lincoln dedicated the military cemetery at Gettysburg and delivered one of the most memorable speeches in history.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.


That's right, straight from memory. It's not the whole address I realize, but I never memorized past this because people usually cut me off right here and don't allow me to continue on. Shout out to Abe, Lindsay, and Mayor Quimby. Recitations will be occurring all day. All are invited to share in this tribute to history.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Summer Fling

Summer does something to people. The sunshine releases endorphins and makes people happy and giddy to the max, perfect conditions for a short, intense love connection. Maybe it was the heat of the sun, or maybe it was meant to be, but this summer I found myself more in love than I have ever been. This summer I gave my heart to Trooper(or also known by his pet name, Troop) Who is Trooper? The most beautiful shiny red beach cruiser you'll ever see. Trooper actually belongs to my besto, Kya, but she allowed me to use him the whole summer and into the school year to cart my sorry A around. Troop and I spent every day together, and got to know each other real quick. We went everywhere together, and went through all the lows and highs of life (or just bumps in the street) Troop took better care of me than any other fling I've ever had, we had a rocky start due to a few loose screws but after a little tune up, we were able to move on and never look back. Now as the freezing rains and snows begin, Troop has been retired to the garage. Sometimes when I come home I look into the garage and there he is, almost pouting in the dark, cold and all alone. A wise friend once told me, "absence makes the heart grow fonder". How true that is, you really don't realize how much you loved, until it's taken away and then there you are, left feeling completely stupid for taking it for granted. Break ups are the worst, but they have to come, we went into it knowing it would have to end someday, but I just didn't know how sad I would be when it finally did. Now it's just up to me and the ole' legs to get me around. Thanks to Troop for always being there when I needed him, for getting me to school, work, the bank, the store, and for all the relaxing cruises down main, and also for the new found muscle definition in the quads. Today Troop and I will take (most likely) our last ride this afternoon. I already miss him.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

It must be the holidays! You always know its Christmas time when the LaCognata house has been turned into Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Peg makes homemade, hand dipped chocolates every year at Christmas. It's what we give away as the neighborhood gift, the size of the box you get depends on how much we like the family. When I walked into the kitchen this weekend there was chocolate strewn throughout the whole place-bowls and big blocks of white, dark and milk chocolate everywhere. There were candy thermometers, marble blocks, candy cups, and all kinds of tools to make sure everything is done to perfection. I think most people would be surprised by how much of science candy making really is. If the chocolate is not the exact temperature the chocolate will turn "white" as they call and the batch is ruined. Believe me, you don't wanna be around when a batch goes wrong, or be the one responsible for changing the temperature in the room, by keeping a door open or what have you.
Since it is such an art, my mom usually only lets us kids help with stuff that is really hard to mess up. Like dipping pretzels, or dipping and rolling toffee in nuts, as seen in this wonderful picture of us forever ago. (this isn't posed, we really are that happy to helping) Chocolate making is a tradition in the family, my grandma still makes chocolates every single year, and now my mom (despite her promising every single year that she will never make them again, she always does.) , and I hope to continue this tradition in my own family.
These are just some of the chocolates she has made thus far.. Hopefully you've been good enough to us this year to at least make it on the "small box" list, if not, there's not much you can do now... now you just have to wait to find out what we really think of you!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Whats up, Brazil, Whats up?!

What's up, Brazil, What's up! Chelsea jump on it, jump on it!

Sister Chelsea Anne Beecher has been called to the Porto Allegre South Brazil!

Celebrations included dancing to the song entitled "Brazil" by Vengaboys.

Chel practicing for the many pointing pictures taken at the MTC.

Sunday, November 2, 2008










As the coldness approaches we've been trying to fit in as much outdoors as we can. This has included several slacklining excursions. I love it, expecially(just for nat and collin) in the fall with leaves blowing all around.

Three lines of different heights and tensions =jungle gym (oops, broke my equation rule!)

Saving Daylight.

It all started at midnight. Midnight mayhem, we called it. We were out to celebrate the and cherish daylight saving(s) while we still have it. Rumor has it that the whole concept of daylight savings is being phased out slowly..our children will probably never know what the term even means. Another rumor says that the clocks technically do not turn until 2 a.m., but we celebrated a little early, from midnight to well..midnight. That hour almost didn't even count, so we figured we could do whatever we wanted and it wouldn't even count. All you need to know is that it was mayhem. I am going to miss daylight saving so bad!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Blog + Hayley = Nonsense


If you would have told me a week ago that I'd be starting a blog, I would've told you you were crazy and to get out of my house..(supposing you were in my house of course) but lately the idea of having a blog has become more and more appealing, so here I am. Take me as I am, because what you see is what you get.
In other news..today is my half birthday. Feel free to get me half of something cool, or just a whole of something lame. 1/2 cool= whole lame. The goal for today is to everything half-ly. I only slept on half my bed, I only did half the homework I usually do, which is 0, because 0 divided into half is still 0. I have used a lot of equations in this post, if you are afraid to continue reading other posts because you think I'm math mcgee-I can assure you that you need not worry, because this is the extent to my equation use.