finally.

this is what i've missed.

this is what i love.

♥

it's been a good week, people.

Ummmm

California is incredible.

...to be continued.

watch yourself.

i don't like being lied to.
blatant lies, white lies, or, my least favorite, half truths.
why do people feel comfortable lying to others? does it not occur to them that the truth can and will come to the surface?
plain and simple: don't lie.
the aftermath is embarrassing. and leaves you looking like a straight fool.
yes, you look like a fool.

...anyway...

the world cup was fantastic. our boys were inspiring. legends in the making, to say the least.
the outcomes reminded me of some of my high school games. the frantic energy that comes when you're looking at a "must-comeback" situation. that unmatched high that comes when you get the job done. you and your team, making it happen. making the impossible happen. it's a feeling i miss.
it's made me realize that i want to constantly live my life fueled with that emotion. my daily life. not just the moments where intensity and courage are required, but the moments where they're not even expected. where they seem almost foolish for showing up. cause the way i see it? every day can be seen as remarkable. as historic. as a story that i can not only remember to tell my kids, but i'll want to tell my kids. so hannah starts now. try it with me?

i'm really loving summer. i think i'm just happier over-all when the sun is shining on my face.
mosquitos bites on the other hand? not a fan. it's a life-long struggle. i went hot tubbing for fifteen minutes the other night, and left with about 7 bites.
war zone.

i've been trying to be more open to boys lately.
whoa, what?
yea. i know. weird.
if you know me, you know i'm not a fan of meeting/dating random people etc.
but yes. i'm trying.
so far, i find it exhausting. stressful. a bit on the annoying side, but still good i'd say.
i see these loud flirty girls all over the place, jumping from one guy to the next. how do they do it? how do they trust people so readily, and put themselves out there so easily?
i think i'm a pessimist at heart. i assume the worst from guys when i first meet them. it's wired into my brain that they'll hurt me, use me, or waste my time.
don't think that i'm rude...i've simply gained this knowledge through experience.
so the game plan: make new experiences so that the old ones become obsolete.
or something like that.
whatever.

in twelve days, i'll be home in california. in thirteen days, i'll be home in california with mom, dad, syd, and cal. all {five} of us. unreal? yes. the youngest of the wilks couldn't be happier about this. do you guys understand how funny the four of them are? a wilks family dinner is like last comic standing. minus some painfully bad one-liners and the over priced judges. but keep the good lighting. chistiana has good taste in lamps.
they really are amazing.
and i love that i can say "if you know them, you know me"
how many people can say that? or would want to say that?
hannah bird wilks lucked out in heaven.

one more thing...
being nice to everyone makes you powerful.
so try it.
show some love. show some respect. show some humanity.
it builds muscle.
"Appreciation is a wonderful thing: It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well" -Voltaire.

-h

Change

Here's the issue at hand.
Courtney and I are both little homemakers.
This results in about 56,984 desserts a week.
We love to cook, bake etc.

Sure, this will be great when we have our little babies running around and we're making Sunday dinner for our sleepy husbands.

Until then: moderation.

So, here's our latest regime.
Drink: 1 gallon of water a day
Bake: only one dessert a week (on Sunday)
Eat: fruits and vegetables every single day
Exercise: every day of the week
Bedtime: no later than 1am
Wake:Up: 9am or earlier
Yoga: 3 times a week
Sauna: 2 times a week

So far, I'm in love with it. She is too.

I get to see my mom in a few days :)
This, is a good, good thing.
Especially because we'll be in Park City.
I don't know why, but I really love that place.
Reminds me of Napa I think.

Provo summer's are fabulous.
Here's a taste.
Just a taste though.
Moderation, baby ;)

Freedom Festival fireworks

Twins game in MN

Cali roadtrip...disastrous

4 Wilks in MN


ps - I saw "Killers" a few days ago. Pleasantly surprised.
Celtics - depressing :(
Soccer - yet again, proving to be the greatest sport known to man.

Time to drink more water.
♥u
h

M.I.A.

life: busy.
travels: too frequent.
sydney: 46 days.
honky: live-in friend.
hating: insomnia.
loving: tan skin.
craving: Screamin' Mimi's galaxy ice cream.

hmm.

also, i'm in love with this 'little kid summer' i got goin on.
aka badminton, bubbles, bike rides, and basketball are all too common these days.

k maybe it's a 'b summer'...?

i got a new phone. but of course it's givin me strugs. just like all technology.
i like it though :)

talked to my home bishop...papers can go in oct. 11.
so stoked.
a little nervski though.

(honks is currently brushing her teeth with an electric toothbrush...to me it just sounds like she's shaving her beard).

random: mayonnaise mask on your hair...15 minutes...it's magic.
gnarly random: avacado mask on your face...15 minutes...lethal hives. not cool.

life's perf right now.
if you're hating yours, go buy a water gun, frisbee, and a watermelon.
try to stay angry.
i dare ya.

happy june ♥

-bird

Home Isn't Where The Heart Is

At this moment, I am happy.

I'm sitting in my parents' home in beautiful Santa Rosa, California.

I have no stress.

I have no worries.

I'm with my amazing parents.

And yet, I can't wait to get back to Provo, Utah.

...

Let me explain.

As time passes, and memories are made in varying places, home eventually becomes a simple location.

It's comfortable, it shelters loved ones, and yet, it's difficult to identify with.

So, when I say home isn't where the heart is, I'm really saying that:

My Home: is in her testimony

My Sister Wilks lives 2,000 miles away. I haven't seen her in 16 months. Despite these depressing facts, I feel closer to her now than I ever have. As I read her letters, the spirit heals my wounds. Her raw testimony bleeds Nephi strength, Joseph faith, and Hinkley determination.

I identify with that.

My Home: is in his growth and daily triumphs

With Cal living so close, I'm able to see him daily. This exposure allows me to feel his spirit while it goes through the flames. He faces trials, troubling things find him, Satan is his #1 fan. In the face of this reality, Calvin changes his perspective. He sees what he wants to see. He makes good of an impossible situation. He finds a trail at a dead end. It may not always be the right trail, it might contain a steep incline, but at least he's moving.

I identify with that.

My Home: is in their strength and undeniable love

These two people work so hard. Not only with work, not only with church, but in every aspect of life. They seriously give 100%, 100% of the time. No, they're not perfect, but they have a perfect desire to reach perfection. And the thing I love? They don't want to get there alone. So they spend their time serving those around them; always trying to better their neighbors' situation. They understand the importance of gathering the flock, and they do so with love, faith, and confidence.

That I identify with.

These are my people. Our hearts cover three different states. Our lives are all completely different; unique and difficult in their own way.

Home is so not where the heart is.

Home is where you're happy.

And I find my happiness in them.

-h

Can't Sleep

I'm ridiculous.

It's 3AM and I couldn't be more awake. Lucky for you, this insomnia will result in a painfully dull blog post.

Buckle up.

On my mind: the blessings of tithing.

Before this week, I'd never experienced anything significant as a result of being a full tithe payer. But boy, do I have a story for you...

So there I was, May 1st, with $10.95 in my abundant bank account. Gap's scheduling emails were M.I.A., Real Estate work was minimal, and with the lack of a vehicle, going out and finding new work was difficult.

Somehow, Hannah Bird Wilks had to come up with $320.00 by the 5th. I know, you're intrigued.

Moving on...

While any sane person would be freaking out at these monkey problems (reference "The Office" quotes), I was unusually calm. Some might say I was being apathetic. I on the other hand know that it was the Spirit gently assuring me that a reaction other than action wasn't necessary.

So action I took.

Each day, I worked random jobs for R.E. From painting walls, to trips to the dump, I was able to make a good amount of money.

May 5th. Rent's due. I was still short $90.00.

That morning, I went in to Gap, my only agenda: to figure out 1) if I was secretly fired and they figured the classiest way to tell me was to not tell me, and 2) if I wasn't fired, than WHAT THE HECK.

After a discussion with one of my managers, I learned that I'm still under their employ, and that they're not sure why the scheduling happened the way that it did. Cool.

"Oh, and we have a check for you, Hannah," Tim calls as I'm heading out the door.

Sweet, I think...a check totaling zero dollars and zero cents considering the fact that I didn't work a single shift in two weeks time.

I sit in my car, pouting, tired, stressed. I open up the pointless envelope.

$70.00.

Seriously?

$70.00.

WHAT!?

After dying laughing, I call my mom. (I had to celebrate with someone...).

It makes no sense. There's no logic to it. There's no explanation.

Other than you do your part, He does His.

We can give excuses, make exceptions, but when it comes down to it, we know what we need to do, and we're aware of the happiness available to us through obidience.

Simply beautiful, beautifully simple.

Looking forward to: World Cup 2010, the return of Ms. Sydney, a Brandy Stubbs reunion, a sandal tan, a new job, watermelon, and family time.

Also, Mother's Day. I'm sure it will be somewhat sad considering the fact that I won't be with my mom, but I love having a day where I can think about the person that makes my existence possible. Without her (and douglas) I would not be. I wouldn't have my spirit, my heart, my mind. My smile, my jaw line, my bad nails. I wouldn't have her strength, or her desire to be yet stronger.

Forget Mother's Day. It's Mommy's Day. MY Mommy's Day.

Heure de dormir.

Jusqu'a la fois prochaine...

Je t'aime ♥ Bonne nuit