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
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.


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.