Life, You Are Crazy

Big G little O. That's what I've been doing the past several months. Over and over again. It all started in New York, experiencing the Big Fuji for the first time as an unashamed tourist. Next up a video shoot in the right armpit of the United States, Cleveland Ohio. After that a rewarding and celebratory work vacation to the tropical paradise known as Las Vegas. Chicago welcomed me with warm arms as I joined some of my best friends for a last minute girl's weekend. For now I get to spend a few weekends at my home base before I'm off to the races again. Starting in July, I'll be flying to Orlando, Dallas and Philadelphia every other weekend helping put on training workshops for work. Just call me George Clooney cuz I'm up in the air. Despite my jet-setting ways, I still manage to enjoy life at 1349 Grove Street. A comfy new sectional has found it's way into my living room and my TV had about a 10 inch growth spurt. I think I felt the spray of Kobe's sweat tonight as the Lakers just handed the Celtics their second loss (and certainly not the last). A sweet little Weber barbecue grill has become the highlight of Monday nights as my friends and I BBQ up legitimate dinners and succumb to the drama of the greatest show on earth, The Bachelorette. Don't judge us. I like going to work every day. I feel lucky because I realize not everyone can honestly say that. I'm constantly overwhelmed by the wonderful group of people with whom I have the pleasure to work. The tremendous opportunities and experiences that I've had in only seven months has been beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Traffic Geyser continues to grow in major ways and I am humbled just to be a part of it. They even still ask me to write raps. So yes, I still spit it. Big G little O. That's how it's been and that's how it's gonna be. And I'm loving every minute of it.

SD's Been Good to Me

It may or may not have been 88 months ago when I started this blog thinking words would flow out of my mind, into my fingers, onto this blog, through the eyes of the four people who read this and consequently change their lives for the better. My apologies for keeping my vast array of wisdom and knowledge to myself. I hope by now people are catching onto my awkward sense of sarcastic humor. Just know whenever I say things that sound boastful or full of conceit, 11 out of 10 times I'm being sarcastic. It's ok. I know I'm not funny, just awkward. Anyways, I know the same question is going through all of your heads right at this very moment..."where the poo have you been Ms. Hill?" (I hope you never actually call me that, I am not a substitute teacher.) I know it's hard to believe that I have been on the internet this whole time. Litrally. I work at an internet marketing company called Traffic Geyser. The next question you're wanting to ask is "well what the poo do you do there Haley?" Here's the thing. I can't tell you that. Not because it's highly classified information, but merely because I never do the same thing on any given day. I dabble. A little taste of video editing, a dollop of iPhone app buildling, a squeeze of keynote presentation creating, a slab of video shooting and a few slices of pizza (no, pizza is not some internet marketing term, it's actual delicious pizza-our office is right across the street from Round Table). Moral of the story, or of this recipe, is that I am loving my work and all the people with whom I get to eat pizza. As far as my hipping and my hopping goes, I still dream of dropping it like it's hot or cold, and I am presently attempting to shift my priorities so that excuses don't blind my real reasons for ever moving out of Sonora in the first place. I'll put my best sneaker forward as I try and make it more of a habit to transfer my life into words for you all to read. I know your life has been forever changed because of what I just said.

Goodbye Hobaggageclaim, Hello Haley Hill

This officially is the commencement of my officially official blog as Haley Hill. Sounds official right? I have laid to rest my former rapper name Hobaggageclaim, and re-introduced myself as Haley Hill. Why the sudden change, you ask. Well here's the story. Considering I just picked up and left my small hometown of Sonora and moved to the not-so-small town of San Diego, my attempt to pursue my dream of rapping has taken a more serious turn. In all honesty, the name Hobaggageclaim, though it was freaking awesome, created more drama than awesomeness. I didn't want to have to explain its origin (Hohengarten-Ho-Hobag-Hobaggageclaim) and its pronunciation (Ho-Baggage-Claim, really difficult). Also, I grew weary of proudly defending my name to those who couldn't understand that the Ho part of Baggageclaim was merely a nickname, not a name with negative connotation attached. So, the new name on my name tag is Haley Hill, obviously derived from my first and middle names. But don't worry, I'll always be Hobaggageclaim at heart. And those who have Hobaggageclaim shirts and Hobaggageclaim CD's and Hobaggageclaim tattoos, continue to wear them with pride.