New Leaf

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It’s been a few years since I updated my blog. But that’s going to change. I am married now and we are looking forward to a little package.

I still have lots of nostalgia about this blog so I am going to continue with it. However, just as life changes, so does our perspective on it. I am going to change the focus of the blog away from my random thoughts and feelings and towards a much more practical direction. We are renovating a home and preparing for a family and it is these matters which I will be concerned with.

If you are a regular here, prepare to be surprised. If you are new, then welcome, I hope you find something of use.

What’s in a name?

I woke up this morning realizing it’s 2012. The year the world will supposedly end, yes, BUT! Also the year I’m getting married. Let’s just hope it’s not in that order, shall we? Otherwise it would be a real bummer.

Anyway.

Roughly five months from now, I will be a married woman (can you still call yourself a girl when you’re married?). I’ll be one of those girls other girls talk about when they go off on one of those well-known

‘everyone around me is either getting married, or getting pregnant, or both’

rants (which I myself have indulged in quite a few times, I have to admit ). I will have two rings on my finger, and a different last name.

And herein lies my dilemma.

Which name to choose? I mean, my options are quite limited, I know that. It’s not like I’ll pull a Phoebe Buffay and change my name to Princess Consuela Bananahammock, but still.

For the past 23 years, I have been Hannah van W. I was ‘graced’ with that name by my biological ‘father’, about two minutes before he decided he really didn’t want to raise another child and walked off. I’m not angry with him for bailing (as I believe growing up without a father is a much better deal than growing up with one who doesn’t want to be there), but I also never felt any real connection to that name. In my teens, I even considered changing it a couple of times, but never went through with it (probably because it costs a pretty penny).

But then I met my half-brother, and later on his lovely wife, their wonderful sons and gorgeous daughter. And suddenly it wasn’t so bad, being part of the van W. clan. I now share my name with people I care about very deeply.

Of course now I have the chance to ditch it, and free of cost at that. I could become Hannah O. But as much as I love Jay’s last name (it’s Hispanic, and quite sexy ) I’m suddenly reluctant to give up my van W. status. There is the option of going for van W. – O. but there would be a lot of L’s in that name and I can just hear myself spelling it out every time it has to be confirmed somewhere already…

Decisions, decisions. Luckily, I have five more months to ponder it over. However, I am curious…

What would you ladies do? Or, if you’re a guy, what are your thoughts on the matter?

Last day of the year

It’s the last day of 2011, and I’m sitting here thinking about New Year’s resolutions. I never was one for the resolutions, but I realized I have a whole list of them now – the Day Zero Project (or 101 in 1001, as some know it )

It’s funny how a little list can make you more motivated to go out and do stuff. For instance, I didn’t really feel like enrolling my dog in a flyball course, because it was outdoors and winter was just around the corner. Then I remembered it was one of my goals and went ahead and did it anyway. I’ve been freezing my butt off a few times, but other than that I’m really happy that I did. I knew that when I got home again I would just turn on my trusty space heater and warm my toes (and my butt) quickly. Turns out my dog is an amazing ‘flyballer’ and absolutely loves it. As for myself, I got to know a bunch of awesome people I wouldn’t have met otherwise.

Others are based on things I do anyway, like reading, writing and sending postcards through Postcrossing (it’s fun, you should check it out!). Yet, making a goal out of them makes me that much more motivated to actually keep up with it. In a little less than two months I’ve read 7 books, sent out 25 postcards and written 22 blogs (23 if you count this one). I’m sure that without my ‘little’ list of goals, it would only be half that amount (or less).

So yes, I’m happy I started this thing again, after my website died earlier this year

Want to share some of your resolutions?

please don’t let it snow

No white Christmas for us this year. Can’t say I’m too disappointed. For the past few years, we had horrible heaps of snow. If I was still a child that probably would’ve been as exciting as hell, but now that I’m a grown-up (well, sorta) and have to go places… Not so much.

This never seems to be a problem in places where they actually expect snow. But since the Netherlands rarely do, our government decided they might as well cut back on the budget for snow-related emergencies and whatnot. Of course, that same exact year we got the motherload of snow. Result: the buses couldn’t drive, the trains couldn’t go anywhere and if you had to take a plane somewhere… well, tough. And while the government was picking a whole bouquet of oopsie-daisies, Holland seemed to be literally frozen in time while the rest of the world laughed.

Next year, same deal. Although not so much with the snow as the ice. They ran out of rock salt and left the elderly skidding around the neighbourhood. I think a lot of hips were broken that year.

This year we were all dreaming of a white dry Christmas, and we got what we wanted .

How was your Christmas?

The ‘Hm…’ factor

After getting up early for the first time in a week, I somehow found myself in the midst of a debate about the Twilight series with my best friend. Which is odd, for many reasons.

For one, my best friend is a 24 year-old male, a little rough around the edges and by no means a guy I can picture sitting down with a copy of Twilight, swooning over Bella and Edward trying to get their seemingly impossible romance on the road.

And as it turns out, he wasn’t. He has read the books, but unlike me – sighing and hoping and pleading for their love to find a way – Seb once again surprised me by picking through all the nonsensical bull crap and coming up with the ultimate conclusion. In his words;

“Bella is a fucking idiot. YOU would be the first one to call her out on it, if she were to be a real person.”

I have to admit, I got defensive. If only just a little. Truth be told, I can identify with Bella. After all, I fell in love with a guy who lived an ocean and some states away. And although he’s very much alive, there were certainly things to overcome. To which Seb replied;

“No no, not that. I’m talking about the whole Edward-Bella-Jacob debacle. Cause here’s this guy that picks her up after her boyfriend left her in the woods to be eaten by bears and gives her a little faith in life again, telling her he loves her just the way she is and that she wouldn’t have to change. Yet she chooses this moody bipolar fellow who does nothing but make decisions for her and complicate her life.”

At which I cocked my head to the side and thought, Hm..

The guy’s got a point there. And the longer I thought about it, the more I realized that I would indeed kick Bella’s ass should she be a friend of mine.

Funny, how that works.

When you know, you know. you know?

I originally had two challenges planned back to back, but eh, I don’t feel like it. Not that I didn’t enjoy the 30 Days of Truth Challenge (apart from the occasional moronic question, that is) but there’s so much exciting stuff going on around me that I don’t think I’ll need a challenge to keep me blogging.

After all, I’ve never been engaged. Although… I’ve been engaged on Facebook before as a joke (to the same guy, even!) but even though people seem to validate their relationships through Facebook, I don’t think that counts. Especially since we weren’t even dating at that point, ha .

Reactions have been… interesting. Not the ones from people I actually know and love, they’ve all been wonderful and enthusiastic, but I was surprised by how opinionated strangers and friends of friends can be. I’ve been asked questions like How long have you been dating, Aren’t you a little young and my personal favourite Do you think it’s wise, marrying a foreigner? And I’m like … I’m sorry, do I know you?

… People are nuts. It’s not like I’m eloping with Joseph Stalin. It’s not like we’ve only known each other for merely a week. And I’m certainly no child bride either cause, hello, I’m turning 24 in less than three months. Every time someone asks me a question like that, I have to bite my tongue from replying with something like do you think it’s wise, wearing leggings with an ass like that?

So far I have been successful in restraining myself, but I swear, one of these days

Anyway, I’m still enjoying my new engaged status. And while we’re still on the subject, here’s a picture of my ring!

ring

I don’t like diamonds, they bore me to tears, and luckily Jay knew this and opted for my beautiful aquamarine ring which is not only a gorgeous gemstone (my favourite!), but also my birthstone .

Thoughts?

30dot; day 28, 29 & 30

What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?

The baby wouldn’t be planned, but it wouldn’t be unwanted either. Both my fiancé and I want children, and neither of us want to wait until we’re ‘old’. Ideally I won’t get pregnant until I get my degree, but that wouldn’t be a reason for me not to keep the baby. I really believe that, would I be pregnant, I can be a good mother. I’m almost 24, I can handle responsibilities, and I know who I am. The baby would have two loving parents to raise him or her with love, and we’d be okay financially. So yes, I would keep the baby.

Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.

I’d love to be more punctual. Like I wrote before, I’m always late. If that would just affect me I’d be okay with it, but I hate to keep people waiting. I don’t like the idea of wasting people’s time. So that would be something I’d like to change about myself.

A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.

I feel like I’ve already done this, here. Now I could just alter that entry a little and post it again, but like I said – I don’t like wasting people’s time (including my own).

The DaY HAS come

Cutting off my hair today. Not all of it, obviously, but there will be a lot of hair on the floor at the hair salon this afternoon.

I’ve been growing my hair out for a year and a half now, because I was under the impression that I wanted long hair. Now that I actually have it, I realize I really don’t. Too much work goes into it making it look good, and I’m sick of it. I just don’t have to time to wash, dry and straighten it every morning, so most of the time I just pin it back and be done with it.

That, and all the expensive products I need to keep it from looking like rope are slowly bankrupting me.

It’s halfway down my back now, and in a few hours it’ll be just under my chin.

I’m excited!

all grown up

As I got up yesterday morning at 8am, following a night of not-so-heavy drinking but that still gave me a nice white wine hangover (don’t you hate those?) and put on my rain boots and poncho to go walk my dog in the rain, I finally realized: This has got to be the downside of having a dog.

Given, my mom warned me about this ever since I started nagging her for a dog since the age of.. oh, say.. 9? I managed to bribe her into letting me have cats when I was 16, but only because I was sad cause I had been sick for a long time, had to spend 2+ weeks in the hospital and repeat a year in school.

I won’t have any friends in that year!” I wailed.
To which my mom replied:“Well, what would make you feel better?
And I responded: “A cat

In my defence, she should have seen that one coming.

So I got Fi, who would later in her life be renamed Fitler because she was an evil cat, and two weeks later Max, because I convinced my mother it was cruel to have only one cat – it would get lonely.

She should have seen that one coming, too.

Two years later, after Fitler had passed, I brought home a kitten from my then-boyfriend’s farm without telling her first, with the excuse they were going to drown it (and they were really going to drown it) if we didn’t find a home for it. Of course, I didn’t look for a home for it – I wanted to keep it myself. We named it Ephram, which later became Effi when we found out that she was a girl (when Max impregnated her and she gave birth to two babies on our living room floor).

But my mother never budged when it came to letting me have a dog.

Not until I adopted Ginny in Texas, anyway. One picture and she was sold. I had the green light to bring her back with me to Holland.

And standing in the rain, hungover and tired, I realized she was right in not letting me have a dog all those years. I wouldn’t have taken care of it the way I should, and she would’ve had to step in and do it instead.

Then I realized: Dang, I’m all grown up now. Here I am, taking care of a living creature and actually managing to keep it alive, putting her needs before my own (which would be sleep…). Just one of those little reminders that you are now in fact an adult.

When was the last time something made you realize that you’re an adult?

And just like that…

I dropped a hundred bucks on underwear . I did not see this coming… I really was just looking for a decent pair of pajamas. At home I usually sleep in an old top and underwear, but I thought that might not be very appropriate sleepwear in a hospital . Couldn’t find a good pair, though, so I “settled” for underwear. It was all so pretty… I had to give it a good home!

And this is part 4 of my week of win. Before the huge underwear extravaganza, I won a raffle on Bliss, some bucks in the ‘real life’ lottery and best of all… Jay is touching down on Dutch soil barely a week from now, and will be staying about two months! Considering Plan A was for him to visit for just a week in January, Plan B is so, so much better. I can’t even find the words to express how extremely psyched I am

Holy crap, how did I get this lucky?

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