Don't matter if you're black or white

As a woman in the grocery store approached me, I quickly noticed that she wasn't speaking English. Spanish was her language of choice, and I could tell she was asking me a question, but I don't speak Spanish. I told her this, and received, "Stop disgracing your heritage!" as a frustrated response.

Are you referring to my Scottish heritage, or my Danish blood?

As a college freshman at Utah State, I was super stoked to go to the annual Paint Dance. Plain old buckets of blue and white house paint are set out to be disposed of as attendees see fit. Saweeet! Well my roommates and I were dancing (appropriately of course) with a group of young gentlemen. One of them yelled above the music in a distorted rush, "What are you?!"

Come again?

I'm all about saving 3 lives in one fail swoop, which is why I donate my hearty +A blood whenever possible. I was at a blood drive, and already back getting my finger pricked. The phlebotomist scanned my basic info, looked up sharply, and said "You know Caucasian means white right?"

Yes. I am aware thank you

My mother had taken me to get a physical so that I could join the track team in 7th grade. It was my first time seeing Dr. Veeber as we had recently moved into the area. She shined her yellow light into the crooks and cavities of my head, and stroked her silent little woman-stache with one pointer finger. Then she asked my mother, "Do you know who the father is?" My mother said she'd been married to my dad for nearly 20 years.
"So is he white?"


At work the other day, a creepy man in his mid-fifties whom I'll just call Mr. D approached me with his twitchy left eye and proceeded to tell me that I looked exactly like his best friend growing up. Except that I was a girl. This is why he'd fallen in love with me the moment he saw me. Compliment? I just said okay and asked what the friend's name was, unsure of how to respond to his quirked out and totally creepy comment.


These are a few of the times when people have questioned my race. It's odd. Most times I get the, "What are you?" which is an awful way of approaching the subject people! Think before speaking. They say stuff to me in Spanish at places like Cafe Rio every once in awhile as well. I just ask for the pork barbacoa salad, and smile. uhhh. Yeah, it goes without saying that my skin color..or eye shape..or something.. has placed me in some rather awkward situations a time or two. I'm Danish, Scottish, English, and Welsh. Totally Scandinavian. Apparently I don't look it though. They should offer scholarship to people like me!



This is a list. or it will be once I've finished it.
A list of things that may or may not be helpful to know about me.
Without getting to personal or creepy of course.

1. I used to be a superb speller and number one grammar punk. Now i'm in college and ironically I suck at all that. So if my grammar bothers you, mi dispiache.

2. I took one year of italian, two of french, and lived in china for five months, so the words I use (particularly at the end of sentences) aren't always in english. Just trying to get as much use out of my limited linguistics knowledge as possible! you know how that is.

3. I abbrev. words in my writing because I abbrev. words in my daily speech.

4. My name is the same whether you spell it forwards of back. Hannah.hannaH. Ha!

5. I showered 6 times in the whole month of June. Trust me, in China it's better not to.

6. I'm a twin to The Adam Jess. No, we are not identical. In this case, Adam is a boy's name. Again, for those who struggle with the idea of there being boy-girl twins, we are not identical.
Think nudity.

7. There are 7 things that fill my bucket. I'll share someday. When I'm less scared of the beast called BLOG.

8. I'm danish, scottish, english and welsh. Total white girl, though no one one seems to think so.

9. I'm extremely hairy for being a girl. a woman that is. It's ok.
I am just more appreciative of razors and wax than others.

10.My toenails are ALWAYS painted.

11. I'm not slow or anything, but my thoughts can be pretty scattered at times. Be strong, and try to understand.

12. I read a beautiful book that my parents gave me for New Year's this past year, and it inspired me to come up with a motto for my life.
Something to live by and strive towards. I ended up with,
"Take risks, make mistakes, conquer fears, learn to fly."

12.I tend to use the word poo a lot.Don't think of it literally, that's totally disgusting. Just...get it.

13. I get it. Do you get it?

Take risks. Make mistakes. Conquer fears. Learn to fly.

So I have a fear...my fear is blogging.
Think I'm a fool? Well then let me explain.
So many of my friends blog and they are incredibly beautiful women with beautiful thoughts and dreams and creativity oozing out from their marvelous brains. They are funny and full of wit.
What if I'm not?!
What if someone reads my blog and then decides they need to puke?
I fear you people and your talents.
Wrong, and perhaps kinda retarded I know (side note about the word retarded here. I love handicapped people. That isn't me being sarcastic or rude I prom. I really do love them and the incredible spirits that they are. I don't use the word retarded and think of them. I most often times think about the retarded ice cream store in Cove, Utah where you can buy like 60 Fat Boys for $5. So never be offended ok? xie xie)
Because I see that my fear is foolish, I've decided to conquer the beast called BLOG.
Just look at me go!
I'm totally writing a post. One that any person might come across and read.
oy oy oy.
Who knows where we'll go or what I'll ever do that's interesting enough for anyone else to read about?!
Holy poo I'm scared guys.