tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-181034762012-01-01T07:54:56.358-08:00Twentysomething chaos. Trying to find out if adventure and serenity can co-exist.Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.comBlogger3201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-34847555804361150502012-01-01T07:14:00.000-08:002012-01-01T07:54:56.372-08:00

The new year is kind of a strange concept. Nonetheless, it gives us a period of time to reflect on our growth, our pain, our shortcomings, and our triumphs.This year the good absolutely outweighed the bad. So now as I sip my de-licious Trader Joe's coffee, I will reflect on some of the highlights of my 2011.This was a year that saw more personal growth for me than any other. I have learned more

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Day 15: Bible verseFor I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. -- Jeremiah 29:11It's always reassuring knowing that I don't need to have my life planned out perfectly, that I believe in a God who wants good things for me, and that I don't need to know the grand plan.

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Day 14: A picture of you last year - how have you changed?This is a self portait taken in August of 2010, so a little over a year ago. Besides the obvious (my hairs are a little longer now), and the circumstantial (I have been single for a year and a half, I moved into a 1 bedroom in North Minneapolis at the beginning of September), LOTS has changed for me.Early this year I decided to seek

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Day 13: GoalsGoal #1: Be me.Perhaps more complex than it seems. I am always attempting to find myself and discover who I was meant to be. I was certainly not meant to live an unexamined life, that's for sure.It's not really a goal that has a set finish line, but one that I am continually striving for. I think that all other life goals fall into place when I accomplish this. I am a person who

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Day 12: Something you don't leave the house withoutUgh. I should have read this challenge all the way through, these are mostly lame. Anyways, I generally don't leave my house without the book I am reading at the time. I am an impatient person who doesn't like to be unoccupied while I wait, and also... I like to read :)

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My favorite TV shows. They are all highly recommended:1. Arrested Development. I am beyond excited that they are making another season and movie!2. Parks and Recreation. I happen to think Amy Poehler is brilliant. This show is brilliant. Just. Brilliant.3. The United States of Tara. It's about a woman with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder/Multiple Personalities). Besides the fact that I am

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Apparently I'm terrible at follow-through. I was going to pick up where I left off in the Blogger Challenge today, but I don't really feel like writing about my favorite TV shows. But I do feel like writing.Mondays are my therapy days, and they are wonderful. I see an individual therapist and also do group therapy. I whole-heartedly recommend therapy to anyone and everyone. Truly. It's important

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Day 10: Something You're Afraid ofWhen I was around 3 or 4 years old, my cousin Micah and I thought we would share a bottle of my great aunt's pills. I think this was before the invention of child-proof bottles. Anyway, this adventure ended in a dose of ipecac for each of us. My best guess is that this has something to do with my emetephobia (fear of vomiting).Yep. I haven't thrown up since I was

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Day 9: A favorite picture of your best friendWell. I've definitely avoided this post because the subject matter is a difficult one for me.Ever since I was very little, I've placed a great amount of importance on the idea of having a best friend. In grade school, I wanted it to be Amy Benjamin. She had pretty long blonde hair that had never been cut, and wore skirts to school because her religion

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I will pick up the blogger challenge in a day or two. I haven't been feeling well. I'm sure you are all on the edge of your seats...Until next time.

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Day 8: A place you've traveled toBefore my move to California, I went on a trip up the coast with the wonderful Benjamin Tanzer. I'm not sure that anything will ever top the beauty of the coast along Highway 1. Words cannot describe, and pictures don't even come close to capturing it.

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Day 7: Favorite movies I would define a favorite movie as one that I have watched many times and could not forsee myself getting sick of, so there are not many that fit the bill. To be honest, I prefer a good TV series over a movie. It generally allows for more time for character development and such. But nonetheless, these are my favorite movies in no particular order... the Science of

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Day 6: A picture of something that makes you happyI love my birds more with each passing day. I love what they mean, I love their design and colors.... I just love them.

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Day 5: A song to match your moodI think Justin Vernon could write the soundtrack to my life. He perfectly balances beauty with just a hint of sadness. Do yourself a huge favor and listen to this with your volume turned all the way up.

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Day 4: Your ParentsLike just about everything else, my relationship with my parents has evolved over the years. I went through what I consider a normal amount of teenage angst and disdain toward my parents. I don't remember a whole lot from those turbulent years, but I do remember writing my mother a letter that I wanted to be put in foster care. Awful, I know. I was a fun teenager.Things

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Day 3: Your First LoveHis name was Jose. No, seriously.I grew up in Worthington, Minnesota, which has a significant immigrant population of Mexican, Hmong, and Laotian families in particular. So Jose's and Chue's were just as common in my classes as Jessica's and Ashley's. And I do remember being in the first grade and having a raging crush on a boy named Jose. I also remember that he had longish

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Day 2: Meaning behind your blog nameI really have no idea why I named my blog "Less Talk, More Rock" -- where did that phrase even come from? I have always been a rock and roll loving hippie at heart. When I was young I think I had closeted dreams of becoming a rock star. As I got older I dreamed of marrying a rock star. Now I'm fairly content listening to the music, and dating the occassional

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Today I am supposed to post a recent picture of myself as well as 15 interesting facts. I guess "interesting" is subjective, huh?1. When I was younger, I wanted to be a figure skater. I watched the 1994 Winter Olympics very intently and idolized Oksana Baiul. Her life went downhill and she did some interview years later about her struggles with alcoholism... maybe I subconciously knew back

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Another blog that I frequent is doing a 30 day blog challenge, and I've decided to do it too. Cheesy, perhaps. But maybe it will get me back into blogging/writing and off of my lazy ass (that's actually not true, my ass is anything but lazy). Here is what the next 30 days will consist of:Day 0: The 30 Day Challenge Explanation and DescriptionDay 1: Introduce, recent picture of yourself, 15

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I guess the past few years have been a gradual process of disconnect for me. I imagine it's like a marriage gone wrong; one day I woke up and realized that I hadn't felt fully connected to my feelings in a long time. Like I've said, my late teens and early twenties were painful years, and I think that what happened is that in response to that pain I slowly boarded up my heart, nail by nail. I've

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The people you've been before/That you don't want around anymore/That push and shove, and won't bend to your will/I'll keep them still...-Between the BarsLast night I attended a tribute to Elliott Smith, an indescribably amazing singer/songwriter with a cult following who ended his own life in 2003. I remember the day vividly, as I was a high school senior who had just begun to explore his music.

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I'm fairly convinced that I'm not normal, nor will I ever be. And I have these strange indefinable ideas of normalcy which I try to achieve, and fail at, and beat myself up for. Super productive, right?I have this idea that people should be able to be friends with their exes. I have never been able to achieve this, and at the end of my last relationship I made it clear that in no way was I even

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I still remember a book that was read to me as a child called The Berenstein Bears Get the Gimmies. The description inside the cover reads as follows: "Brother and sister bear want everything in sight, and they throw tantrums when they don't get what they want. Wisely Mama and Papa deal with this childhood malady by teaching the cubs about the family budget and the importance of appreciating all

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It's my 300th post. I've been thinking a lot about why it's been hard for me to blog, and there are a lot of factors. First and foremost, writing has become difficult for me in the last year- it's been almost a year since my hard drive fried and I lost all of my writing from college. I can't even really explain the loss that I feel, and I don't really like to think about it. My writing is my art.

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This is a repost that I originally wrote in June of 2009. My Grandpa died a week ago, and this is the most fitting way to say goodbye to him that I can think of. The Goodbye TourThis is most likely the last visit I will have with my Grandpa. He is so fragile now and his health is failing, and he has made the arduous trek up from North Carolina so that he can see his sisters and children

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2010 was a mixed bag. It was no 2008 (an amazing year), and it was no 2009 (awful, no good, very bad year).It was the year I got a handle on my finances. This was probably one of the most humbling experiences of my life.It was the year I graduated. 8 years after I started my journey towards my BA... I think 2 years full-time, 5 years part-time, and at least a 1 year hiatus somewhere in there. But

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"Classy" isn't an adjective that I've ever related to. This isn't to say that I'm not respectable and put together. This is to say that I don't have a bone in my body that desires to be a woman who wears high heels on a regular basis, or does full hair and makeup every day, or owns pearls. I wear sweats on my days off. I never put on makeup to go to the post office. I can't for the life of me

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I have dreams, but I'm just not sure that's what they should be called. Calling something a "dream" implies that it cannot or will not happen in reality.I dream of traveling, and of meeting someone who is my perfect travel companion. Camping, wandering, having adventures, and being in love all at once sounds like the best thing in the world to me.I also dream of rescuing lots of dogs who need

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I think that just as much as I am afraid of never finding someone, I am equally afraid of wasting my single years. I don't want to wake up one day, when I've finally found the person I'm going to be with, and regret the years that I spent waiting. I've been thinking a lot about how to make my single years purposeful.I've also been thinking a lot about solitude. Henri Nouwen writes, "To live a

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I got my computer fixed for free, which was a miracle. And I promised myself that when I got a working laptop that I would write more, both personally and publicly. So here I am.I am learning, always learning, to be content in all circumstances. Right now my life is not ideal, but I am incredibly pleased that I have been able to stay mentally, spiritually, and emotionally balanced for the most

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The amazing boy and I are no longer together. He is still amazing, he is just no longer my boyfriend. It's been a sad week and a half.I've been keeping busy and keeping sane, and only letting myself feel the sadness when it is no longer avoidable. Whereas many people have a problem feeling their feelings, mine is the exact opposite. My feelings are always with me, my heart is always on my sleeve,

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My puppy dog is being weaned, sort of, figuratively. When I got him over a year and a half ago, he was an extremely scared and needy dog. He will always be a little needy and a little fearful, and he will probably always pace and army crawl underneath the bed during thunderstorms. But in the last year or so I've gotten to see his personality blossom.I've been a bit apprehensive that with this

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I want to learn not to grasp so tightly to things, to people. I want to be able to open my hand, and to let God control the comings and goings of these pieces of my life. I know that the things that He takes away are not for me, and I have seen that the things He puts in their place are astonishingly beautiful. If only I could learn to trust Him.

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It's been awhile. About a month, actually. I could say that I haven't had much going on, but that would be a lie. There is lots going on.The Bean and I have relocated to South Minneapolis. We now reside in a spacious two bedroom at the ground level of a triplex overlooking Powderhorn Park. It's pretty rad. Bean has a fenced in yard, which he shares with an extremely sweet deaf Boxer who is quite

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When life is going well, my college career is wrapping up, I have exciting job prospects on the horizon, my dog is being obedient to the best of his ability (aka, he hasn't caused a lawsuit yet), I'm mostly financially stable, I have a wonderful man in my life, and I'm sleeping (relatively) well at night.... there doesn't seem to be much to write about. In both my personal and public writing, I

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It's now been exactly a month since I quit smoking, and let me tell you, it's been much harder than I thought it would be. I've only quit one other time, and for whatever reason that was a cakewalk in comparison. I've never experienced cravings before this, though the ones I have are currently tied to stress from my job and all the driving I do. So hopefully with all the transitions that will be

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I am happy. I am in the midst of one of those grinning-like-a-fool, giddy, totally blissful places in life.I am also cautious, because happiness is temporary. I don't know how long it will last, or where things will go with the boy, but right now, at this very moment, I know that I am happy. And it's been a long time since I've been this happy. And I will cherish it.

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I believe that my capacity for love is great. I've pondered the definition of love many times, and silently wondered how to answer the question "have you ever been in love?"I have, three times. And three times that love was unrequited, and three times my heart was crushed. Many times I've contemplated whether or not to be ashamed of this fact. I'm 23, and no man has ever told me that they loved

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Yes, I want to get married someday. But the idea increasingly terrifies me too, and I think I've figured out why: I am insanely loyal. I would like to see myself as someone who is strong and independent and capable, but at times my loyalty overrides this. And my greatest fear is that I will stick out a miserable marriage someday for the sake of loyalty.These are the things you think about when

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I'm sipping an Earl Grey tea latte that I made, and tea always inspires me to write. So write I shall, though I'm not sure it will be anything spectacular.For the first time in my life, I am learning to be autonomously happy. As a good friend so accurately observed, I tend to soak up the emotions of others around me somewhat involuntarily, whether negative or positive. And though some people in

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Something that I believe profoundly shapes me as a person is my expectations. My expectations of others, of situations, or just of life in general. My expectations in relation to people have always been high and often unrealistic. Whether it is the way that others relate to me, communicate with me, or the level to which they show they care about me; my personal relationships are filled with

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2010 is the year...That I will learn more about how to love who I am continually becoming... flawed, precious, beloved daughter of God that I am.That I will continue to let go of the past.That I will let go of my resentments towards God and others.That I will put myself out there, and choose to be vulnerable again.That I will take risks.That I will strive to be content with where I am, and not

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I'm at a pretty simple place in life right now, and I like it that way.My job is going well, my co-workers are a lot of fun and I'm thankful that I can laugh with them even when things at work are hard. I'm cooking a lot for my family; trying to introduce them to some new dishes and perfect some of my favorites. My dog is the same as ever, though with the help of some doggie medication (you're

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I updated my blogroll at left to those who, well, actually update. No hard feelings I hope.That is all!

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I think I am going through a phase. A highly irrational, out-of-the-blue phase. I am thoroughly convinced that men are not to be trusted, perhaps that I am a terrible judge of character, and because of this the man I choose to date next will most likely cheat on me.Is this based on any experience I have? No, it's purely driven by irrational fear. But where on earth is it coming from?

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I'm doing a lot of writing at the moment, but not much of it is blogable. Most of it will remain in my computer, written to no one... but still incredibly cleansing nonetheless.I miss my friends in Minneapolis. I'm doing terrible on Weight Watchers but I'm digging deep on some issues I need to work out, so we'll see how that goes. Life is kind of at a standstill, but my brain never follows.Always

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A revised 101 things in 1001 days has now been posted on the right, and the revamp was sorely needed. I got rid of a few things that are no longer feasible for various reasons, posted a few new items, and edited a few. I've been slowly checking off things on this list since 2007, and I'm generally not a list maker but I've really enjoyed the process.I'm about 8 short, and with less than 8 months

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I think there are overarching themes in people's lives. At least, I suppose, I believe there are in mine.Theme number 1: The unlovablesI'm consistently drawn to people who are broken, who need to be loved, and who are in some way, shape, or form seen as hopeless. My job choices, my "special needs" dog, my desire to adopt someday, and my past relationships all demonstrate this (and not always in

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-79566280152691225982009-09-12T07:16:00.000-07:002009-09-12T07:25:55.907-07:00

My self esteem has gone completely downhill in the last year or so. It's like I woke up one day as this fat and unimpressive girl, and its not who I used to be.At my heaviest weight I have felt beautiful and self-assured. Perhaps it was a temporary layer that is now peeling away. I just hope that along this journey this current layer of my life is shed, and somewhere in there I get my confidence

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-78272062853001625622009-09-05T06:51:00.000-07:002009-09-05T07:47:34.265-07:00

The voices that did comfort me/At furthest from my sanity/Come from places I had never seen-- Neko CaseJust for today, I feel like I can conquer anything.I woke up at 6 this morning (on my day off) and went to a Weight Watchers meeting at 7. This lifestyle change has been one of the hardest things I've ever done. I am not good at persistence, especially pushing toward goals that do not come

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-42108748149949737882009-08-30T14:44:00.000-07:002009-08-30T15:01:36.180-07:00

I'm trying to feel my feelings, since I am trying not to eat them anymore. Turns out, I have a lot of feelings. Some of them are not so great.I feel resentful when my mother asks me to go for a walk. She has the best of intentions, and I know this, but most of the time I'd rather go alone. I do not know why.I feel disconnected from God. There's little more explanation available for this. I

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I've been watching the show Dating in the Dark lately. The premise is pretty self-explanatory-- three guys and three girls date each other in the dark. At the end, they have a chance to see each other after investing time and effort into getting to know a faceless personality. I know, my taste in television has gotten decidedly trashy and shallow this summer. I have my reasons.The show is

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Things that Charlie is known to attack:People he doesn't know who pet him on the headPeople who pet him while he is sleeping or trying to sleepPeople besides me who touch his feetAnyone who tries to pet him while I am holding himHis leash when he wants to get awayOther dogsCatsSquirrelsThe vetVet techsThe vaccum cleanerThe broomFireworksMen who have weedwackersAnyone under the influence of

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I couldn't sleep last night. My brain wouldn't shut off. Neither of these occurrences is completely new to me, but rarely do they coincide.I've been on Weight Watchers for two weeks. Ironically, these past two weeks have been awful ones for my family. I can't air my family's dirty laundry here, but suffice to say that we are going through some struggles that threaten to tear us apart. One person

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-91825111212368365952009-07-17T22:31:00.000-07:002009-07-17T22:59:19.037-07:00

Why is it that pain is so much easier to put to paper? Joy is indescribable, and to a certain extent pain is too. But the feeling of joy never leaves me with this itch to put to it to paper. Not like pain. Pain needs to be defined, to be made sense of through words, no matter how inarticulate.Sometimes I become self-conscious. Too aware of my compulsion to be optimistic. It comes across in my

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This is most likely the last visit I will have with my Grandpa. He is so fragile now and his health is failing, and he has made the arduous trek up from North Carolina so that he can see his sisters and children and grandkids one last time.His hearing is terrible. It can make conversations with him incredibly frustrating, but they are precious nonetheless. He talks a lot about my Grandma. She

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It's strange, the lengths to which I allow myself to be disappointed.From an early age I have set my expectations for others far too high. Moving away can solidify some friendships while most others simply disintegrate like shitty tissue paper. The thing is, I never know which friendships will be the ones that last. I don't know that it has anything to do with intentions. I believe that people's

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-16013917576960314492009-06-26T21:55:00.000-07:002011-07-17T03:53:28.901-07:00

As I scroll through online profiles I judge the world of men. One mention's his ex, another can't spell, another babbles on and on or uses phrases I resent: "looking to settle down" or "I prefer white women" or "looking for a girl who takes good care of herself" (which always translates in my mind to "move along fatty").And in one moment of mental clarity, as my thoughts spun with judgment of "

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-69793488664920113482009-06-24T22:55:00.000-07:002009-06-24T23:20:13.443-07:00

I am a total douche bag of a dog mom. I totally forgot to let my dog out to pee tonight. This is another reason that I should never have kids. I guarantee I will forget to feed them or something.Online dating is so fruitless. I like to use reasoning such as "well if I'm doing online dating and I'm a quality person, doesn't that mean that someone of equal quality could also be out there?"No, no it

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-58686244775530000552009-06-18T16:31:00.000-07:002009-06-18T16:58:13.687-07:00

I think I can appropriately sum up the last few weeks with these words: culture shock. It's quite interesting to go from living by yourself to living in a house full of people. Besides my parents my younger brother Sam has friends who stay here on a regular basis (hopefully the last of the circus is leaving tomorrow) and the entire lower level of the house often feels (and smells) like a big frat

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30 hours and approximately 2,100 miles later, here I am. I'm not going to lie... I felt a sense of panic as I drove in to Winona late Saturday night as I realized that the completely planned part of my life is over for the time being. Things are a bit more fluid right now.The drive was beautiful until about an hour out of Denver... then, nothing but cornfields and the flatness of the midwest. It

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It's day 1 of my excursion back to MN. Well, technically it's day 2 now. Whatever.I've never given away so much STUFF in my life. I got to bless some neighbors who are struggling, and I'm glad for that. I'd like to feel lighter, but I just feel more broke.We hit the road at about 1:30pm and headed for Phoenix. Charlie seemed to want to crawl in my lap every once and awhile. On top of all the

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-25761463024715669112009-05-19T07:41:00.000-07:002009-05-19T08:00:43.823-07:00

I've begun packing, sorting, donating, ect. I still haven't fully grasped that I'm moving back, but at the same time I'm getting really excited about it. My plan was to stay out here for 2 years, and I stayed for 1. I'm ok with it. I really miss my friends and my family back home, and I think things would have been different too, if I'd been able to afford to go home more often than once a

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-47893227575135904732009-05-13T03:20:00.000-07:002009-05-13T03:40:31.928-07:00

Lesson number 1: Don't drink wine before bed. Even if the wine is really, really lovely, make sure there is at least an hour or two between the time you finish that glass and your head hits the pillow. Because as much as you convince yourself that the pleasure is worth the price, it's not. Inevitably you will wake up with acid reflux at 3am and faint dreams that your insides are burning. And all

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-82478902613643528612009-05-03T10:14:00.000-07:002009-05-03T10:47:59.075-07:00

*Drumroll please*I'm moving back to Minnesota. Believe me, no one is more shocked about this decision than I am. So here's what's been happening in my life.For the last 2 months or so, I've been looking for a part-time job. I get 32 hours a week at my current job, no benefits, and am really struggling to make it financially. But the job market out here is just totally dried up. I love working

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-20318034874310089402009-04-30T21:49:00.001-07:002009-05-01T05:16:30.354-07:00

Since I've had Charlie, I have seen him react protectively of me in three situations. In all three situations, the people he was trying to "protect" me from were high. It's kind of incredible, but this dog can honestly pick up on that, and does not like it one bit. Which brings me to tonight.I strolled out with Charlie around 7pm to say hello to my neighbor Jen. As we were chatting, I saw a man

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-4530970844863905902009-04-16T04:12:00.000-07:002009-04-16T04:34:53.741-07:00

Apparently there has been a request for a post by one of my two readers. I'm wide awake at 4am and bored out of my mind, so I thought I'd oblige :)I have a chronic need to be understood. I know that more or less everyone does, but my need manifests itself in feeling obligated to explain everything-- particularly my feelings. It's difficult for me to simply feel sad, hurt, or angry. I also feel

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-26237052322210460072009-04-08T06:03:00.000-07:002009-04-08T06:08:16.843-07:00

My dog bit me today. Not his usual unhappy snap either. My face was there as I leaned down to kiss his cheek, and there is a dainty puncture wound above my now swollen lip.As I did his entire discipline routine I cried. And in one of my many anthropomorphic moments, I mourned the fact that even after all the work I've poured into him, my dog does not seem to love me. Memories of past

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I’ve had a lovely last few days with my friend Amanda and her sister-in-law coming to visit me. We’ve been shopping and sightseeing around Palm Springs and then spent the day yesterday in Hollywood and at the beach in Santa Monica.Charlie has had quite a naughty spell. Amanda pointed out the many things I’ve been letting him get away with, and I’ve consequently been dealing with him completely

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-14303711640171339082009-03-29T15:32:00.000-07:002009-03-29T15:45:28.183-07:00

I wish I had more to post, but my life is so boring. Dating is on the downswing right now. Things did not work out with the Haitian and we amicably went our separate ways. Things with the single dad are still on hold, as he has a pretty busy life with work, school, and his little girl. I'm not putting too much hope into the prospect. So the lull of single living returns.I had a wonderful birthday

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-20662533324241461502009-03-13T12:42:00.000-07:002009-03-13T12:43:47.693-07:00

Things in life that confuse me: God. Money. Men. That’s mostly it. I’ll go in that order.I’m very much stuck on Step 2: Came to believe that a power greater than myself could restore me to sanity. That higher power is God, and I don’t doubt that. But God and I haven’t been incredibly close for awhile, and I’m realizing now how deep my trust issues with him run. I’m seeking to get to know him all

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-26021863824950224072009-02-11T12:00:00.000-08:002009-02-11T12:04:10.943-08:00

It's been an exhausting week, and it's only a little more than half over.I've been attending the Family Program at work, which is an intensive educational workshop of sorts for families of patients in treatment. I'm doing it because it's free for me as an employee and very valuable in terms of knowledge if I want to become an interventionist. I'm fortunate because we probably have one of the best

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-13390459171610747932009-01-30T19:06:00.000-08:002009-01-30T20:47:12.086-08:00

When I was a teenager I was extremely careful as to who I told about the fact that I have clinical depression. I shared on a need-to-know basis, and held my breath as I waited for people to run away from me like I had SARS (which isn't a completely unrealistic fear-- it happened once or twice).I'm fairly open about it now, because I feel it's important for people to understand what depression is.

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-24473197536964947102009-01-24T08:11:00.001-08:002009-01-24T08:29:25.287-08:00

I have, I think, an innate desire for adventure like few other people I know do. I daydream all the time about where I want to visit, move, explore, and who I want to be. But along with this desire for adventure comes a slight aversion to responsibility.I'm truly attempting to become a responsible adult. This means that in the past month or so I have tackled quite a few issues that I've been

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-55233965980406192232009-01-20T20:57:00.000-08:002009-01-20T21:07:56.391-08:00

I don't care if people are sick of the inauguration coverage and hype. I'm going to blog about it anyway.I did, in fact, manage to hold my tears for nearly the whole day. Then MSNBC did a montage, and down they came.Civil rights is my forte, it's my passion. MLK and Malcolm X and Desmond Tutu and Ralph Abernathy are among my heros. And I don't care who you voted for. This was a great day to be an

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I uncovered a little surprise today, when I pushed forward one of my living room chairs and found a puddle of pee. I pushed it forward some more, and found even more pee. Apparently, my dog has mastered peeing under things. And here I thought he was being a good boy. He was just being a creative boy.I thought about this while I was scrubbing the floors and up to my elbows in bleach. It takes a

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I'm reading a really good book that I picked up at a thrift store called The Female Brain. It's nothing too new-- except that now I'm learning the biology and neurology behind emotional retardation in men. It's fairly fascinating though to learn the things that my female brain is capable of. Namely, reading facial cues and emotions on a nearly psychic level. And it's not surprising, but

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-38275760093078225472009-01-07T10:55:00.000-08:002009-01-07T11:05:26.959-08:00

For the next month, I've sworn off restaurants and coffee shops. All of my meals will be home cooked and my coffee will be home brewed. My goals are to save money and get some more cooking experience. It will require a lot of planning, time, effort, and creativity on my part but I am ready for the challenge.I'm planning on making a lot of weird ethnic dishes. Last night I had curried beef,

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A big, plush bedDark, dark coffee made perfectlyTattoos that tell beautiful storiesA family of many colors, pieced together just the way God intendedBeautiful babies with cheeks to kissDoggies to cuddle with at nightNew and unheard music to discoverA husband who cooks and balances the checkbookA view of the oceanArt and beauty everywhere I lookThese are the things I dream about.

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I'll be the first to admit that I did not keep up with the indie music scene very well this year. I partially blame this on the fact that I've spent the last 6 months apart from my beloved radio station, the Current. I've resolved to begin listening to it online more often. I've never done a "Top Albums of [Insert Year]" list, but this year I felt like it. There were a lot of good albums put out

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-71598356712693875432008-12-14T18:36:00.000-08:002008-12-15T04:34:53.817-08:00

My latest kick is the show Animal Cops on Animal Planet. The show documents various Animal Control units in different cities and shows them seizing animals that have been victim to abuse or neglect. I also watched an Oprah special on puppy mills, so these are the reasons my mind has been wandering into this ethical area.Culturally, our society is the exception. It is mostly in affluent societies

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-39022173862426395342008-12-04T11:44:00.000-08:002008-12-04T11:55:57.513-08:00

I haven't heard from a particular friend of mine in almost 3 months. I saw him when I went back to MN and we had a blast together. All of the sudden he stopped answering my texts and phone calls-- something very out of character for him. He's told me before that he is bad at long distance friendship, and that he tends to detach when friends move away for reasons of self-preservation. He assured

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-26302223325365573742008-11-30T18:34:00.001-08:002008-11-30T18:34:39.773-08:00

It was 82 degrees today, and beautiful outside. I wore a sundress. I listened to Deathcab for Cutie and snuggled with Charlie. And I made peace with a Death Cab song that I refused to listen to for a long time, because it reminded me of all the times my heart was broken.I once knew a girl in the years of my youthWith eyes like the summer, all beauty and truthBut in the morning I fled, left a note

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-56727868120029229232008-11-09T11:11:00.000-08:002008-11-09T11:26:13.909-08:00

Things are slowly getting better in Charlieville. I miss the little pooper when I’m at work, and even though he’s been a huge challenge, I love him to no end. I now wake up at 6am on mornings when I have to work to walk him (an amazing accomplishment for me… both the early wake-up and the exercise). He’s adjusting to my being gone slowly but surely. “The plan” for him while I go to work has

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-64037264459311605482008-11-05T18:13:00.000-08:002008-11-05T18:25:56.195-08:00

I am extremely disappointed that prop 8 passed here in CA. But even more than that, I am disappointed that Christians are responsible for bottling and selling the lies and propaganda that surrounded prop 8. Prop 8: The elimination of marriage rights for same-sex couples. I was asked many times yesterday, “What did you vote on prop 8?” And I am proud to have voted no. When I was asked by my

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-5610123759680754012008-10-29T13:36:00.000-07:002008-10-29T13:42:39.416-07:00

I could seriously, really use some prayers and/or encouragement right now. Charlie is dealing with some severe behavioral issues brought on by anxiety (I'm beginning to believe he was very neglected or abused). Honestly, I am coming to terms with the fact that I don't know if I can keep him.This sucks.

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This is Charlie Bean Forney. These are his sad eyes when I won't let him cuddle on my bed. He's a 3 year old Boston Terrier, and (for the most part) is a a very good boy. I picked him up in Burbank on Friday, which was a bit of a drive but very much worth it. I've been looking forward to getting a dog for a long time, but I have to say that even though I thought I was totally prepared I'm still a

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-58772640702089471702008-10-19T03:01:00.000-07:002008-10-19T03:09:25.097-07:00

I saw something on TV about "cuddle parties" that intrigued me. Just for kicks, I did some googling on cuddle parties, and soon enough found out that one is being held next week in LA... which would perfectly coincide with my plans for some light partying there on my first weekend off in forever. So I'm thinking about going. This may be one of the most ridiculous and strange things I've ever

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-48390275423327774322008-10-09T00:16:00.000-07:002008-10-09T00:20:42.352-07:00

It took me awhile to feel nostalgic enough to write the rest of the story, but here it is.He was the first person I ever wanted to fix. He was broken in many ways because of his upbringing. He told me secrets that were horrifying and tore my heart in pieces. It was the first time I'd ever felt helpless in the midst of someone else's pain and I wanted nothing more than to mend him and make him

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-33108896071624691282008-10-08T01:26:00.002-07:002008-10-08T01:46:08.278-07:00

My career is going superly wonderful. The move out here was a smart one in that aspect. Last week I had the opportunity to attend a 3 day conference in Santa Monica that was focused on interventions. I was trained in one of the 3 models of intervention and got to hear some amazing people in the field speak. It was awesome. I'm even more convinced that this is the route I want to go. By my

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-24073047822879824572008-09-22T23:19:00.002-07:002008-09-22T23:23:34.102-07:00

I recently volunteered to be a witch for Halloween in a haunted house that a co-worker is organizing. Wouldn't it be great if I wore this mask instead?Seriously, the woman still scares me.

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-43690177207989613412008-09-22T12:51:00.003-07:002008-09-22T13:32:42.307-07:00

-I had my 90 day review today at work. I knew that things were going well, so I pushed for full-time (with benefits). And it looks like that should be happening in the next month! I can't believe it went so well... I am so happy here and happy that they like having me here.-I am getting a massage after work today. Hooray! AND, I found a way that I might be able to get super cheap massages through

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-28882912762896852552008-09-15T23:10:00.000-07:002008-09-16T01:15:05.086-07:00

Much has happened. Why haven't I updated? Well I'd like my posts to be accompanied by more pictures. And since my mechanic is holding my camera hostage until I go dancing with him (long story), it doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon. So here is my post, with a couple of old and borrowed pics.I'm still a non-smoker. Which is crazy considering that I decided to quit on a whim and

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-15325914672577810282008-08-21T22:22:00.002-07:002008-08-21T22:38:31.282-07:00

This past week has contained more chaos, frustration, and stress than I've experienced in a long, long time. Last week was rough, though I made it through 4 days of day shift training. In other circumstances I would have called in sick due to the lack of sleep and severe cramps I had all week, but I endured. And I didn't smoke! I've been smoke-free for a week and a half now.About a week ago

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-28605417869470000872008-08-13T15:37:00.003-07:002008-08-13T15:43:14.286-07:00

I couldn't sleep last night but of course, did manage to fall asleep and turn of my phone alarm in my sleep (which I've literally never done before). So I was late to work on the first day of training for the day shift.What else? Oh yes, I'm sunburnt and have cramps. Which leads me to ask myself...Why did I pick today to quit smoking?

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-55762184448309627772008-08-11T03:30:00.002-07:002008-08-11T03:41:33.108-07:00

I believe in the power of stories. I've put off writing about the first significant relationship in my life for many reasons. First of all, it is sacred to me. The kind of sacred where I don't want to touch it for fear of making it any less beautiful than it was. Secondly, there is the pain. It's probably been at least 5 years since I've even seen him, but something about putting our story to

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-78779574745661193092008-08-07T10:42:00.002-07:002008-08-07T22:23:52.835-07:00

If you didn't already hear about it, we had an earthquake last week. Not big enough to do much damage, but big enough to scare the crap out of me! I had worked the night before, so I was sleeping when it happened (about 11:40am my time) and was woken up because my bed was shaking. I'm not gonna lie, I pretty much thought I was losing it. I wasn't sure if it was an earthquake or if I'd

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-24714323994396383972008-07-20T04:22:00.004-07:002008-07-20T06:24:35.083-07:00

I'm in love with my job. The evening shift fits me perfectly. I can't believe how fortunate I am to have a job I love this much.I am learning to wear heels. Short heels, but still, heels. My record so far is 2 weeks without tripping-- that's improvement!I didn't get the Bean, he's already been adopted. I put in a new application for a female Boston Terrier at a different shelter. I'm trying not

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-59404198438915288032008-07-13T23:25:00.004-07:002008-07-14T03:45:39.902-07:00

I've known that I want to adopt a dog FOREVER... and after tons of time researching breeds and shelters, I may have found the right dog for me. I turned in an adoption application, and we'll see how it goes from there. The little guy's name is Bean. He's a 2-3 year old purebred Boston Terrier. If I get him, I'm pretty sure I'll be renaming him, and I'm looking for input!Also, I think it's worth

Hannah Forneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06236290725827902136noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18103476.post-24360258125241039602008-07-07T07:38:00.002-07:002008-07-07T07:51:12.484-07:00

I'm still keeping to my 101 things in 1001 days, though I may have to tweak some of them a bit since I've relocated. A few of the goals I've achieved:24. Have a "toss/give-away/donate" day for clothes/shoes25. Sell all old books/textbooks50. Give up alcohol for one month62. Go skinny dipping (I count the hot springs at Esalen on this one)63. Visit a hookah bar71. Move out of state73. Go for a

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