Lessons Learned In Lightning Storms

Monday, 03 November 2014 by

It’s amazing what comes to light when you think you’re going to die.

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. I hear your skeptical voices.

But you weren’t THERE, okay? And before you judge, let me explain my crazy.

I was house sitting out in Red Rock Canyon in a beautiful community that backs up to iron-filled mountains on the west side of the valley.

Red Rock Canyon
Photo by Rita Eberle-Wessner

Typically, spending time on the outskirts of the city surrounded by hints of nature, a giant moon, and tiny dogs makes me feel at peace. But this time that was not to be.

A Letter To My Readers

Saturday, 18 October 2014 by

Dear friends and fellow adventurers,

Thank you for all of your messages, letters, Whats App texts, and comments. I know I haven’t had much time to answer you or your questions regarding my latest adventures, but I have read them all and send my love right back to you.

Heart Paris

And yes, I miss blogging, too.  Vegas has kept me insanely busy these past few weeks.

When Life Gets Overwhelming… Leave.

Wednesday, 17 September 2014 by

I stared at my planner. There were so many colors and scribbles squeezed on top of one another, it made me dizzy.

Yes, I am THAT girl who color-codes her planner. And yes, I still use a planner.  You decide which one is more horrifying.

I deciphered my unabomber handwriting. In just a few short days we were back at iHeart Radio Music Festival for the second year. While this time around meant more responsibility, it also meant the foresight of knowing what to expect. So that was nice, but I also knew exactly how exhausted I would be after three straight days of mania.

Brian & Hilary

We would spend all five hours of the festival on the carpet doing interviews and taking notes on the performances. At midnight we’d pack up and go back to the edit bay, load in the footage, then start editing. We had until 6 in the morning to get the final videos in each day. Then we’d sleep for a few hours, rinse, and repeat.

How I Landed My Job With USA Today

Sunday, 31 August 2014 by

I remember this time last year VERY vividly.

But it’s hard to believe it’s been a year since I started working for USA Today.

Hilary USA Today bio web

It feels like it’s only been a few months while simultaneously feeling like many years since my assigning editor started following me on Twitter.

I suppose that’s a natural feeling when so much has happened. I can say with certainty there’s never been a dull moment.

It happens at least once a day. The question’s asked in a harmless manner but hits my ears like nails on a chalkboard. I am unable to embrace it, even though it always always always arrives.

“So, now that that’s over, what’s next for you, Hilary?”

While all my energy goes to keeping a pleasant look on my face, my train of thought typically goes something like this: a;lkfjd;bnad;ofjndas;bkmvda;fjdaso;fij SERIOUSLY?!

When The Reign Ends

Monday, 23 June 2014 by

As all good and uncertain things do, my reign as Miss Nevada United States finally came to an end. Turns out they only give it to you for a year, regardless of how impressive you were as queen. Also, you cannot be voted in for a second term. I should know. I tried lobbying.

Final Walk copy

I’ve spent the past month hiding under a rock, ingesting every carb in my path and doing my hair and makeup as little as possible. In fact, if something involves putting on a dress, it’s at high-risk of getting cut from the to-do list.

Pageant Girl Problems

Tuesday, 10 June 2014 by

In my last week as the reigning Miss Nevada United States, I busted my butt to do as MANY appearances as I could. My logic went as follows: If my sash wasn’t RATTY and DISGUSTINGLY FILTHY with makeup, self tanner, sweat, and unrecognizable stains by the time I passed on the crown, I hadn’t done it right.

So I slept very little and I drove myself all over town, determined to make my final hours count.

Also, I was feeling sentimental about no longer being the ‘reigning’ queen, so I was kind of hoping I’d make myself sick of wearing it. (No such luck. But as Kurt Vonnegut would say, so it goes).

Hilary on Extra

When Broken Dreams Are A Good Thing

Friday, 25 April 2014 by

It occurred to me today that it’s been a year since I started my shortlister social media campaign for Tourism Australia’s Best Jobs in the World Contest.

Park Ranger Shortlist copy

A year ago today I was named one of the top 25 out of 600,000 people for the Park Ranger position and now had to earn my spot in the final three. (Read about my 2013 Best Jobs contest here).

All I could dream about was going to Australia, becoming an Aussie expert, and hoping that I could manifest my goals into reality. More than ANYTHING I wanted to be their Park Ranger. (Plus, getting paid the $100,000 for a six month working-holiday visa didn’t sound too shabby).

It wouldn’t be until the middle of May 2013 that this dream would come crashing down around me. But I digress.

Ever wondered what runs through the mind of a fashion model while she’s walking down a 72 ft. long runway? Me too. I mean, they always look angry and hungry. ARE they angry and hungry? Are they thinking about food? Do they feel pretty? Are they worried about the tempo of the music? Are they worried about falling? Really, the number of questions I have on the subject are endless.

Luckily, I recently had the privilege of walking for a few different lines for LA Fashion Week, unveiling the fall collections of some talented designers (including my sponsor, Tatyana Designs).

LA_Fashion_Week_2013

I took the opportunity during to do a little observational research, monitoring my own thought process as a means for FINALLY answering my burning questions. (Besides, “How many licks does it take to get to the center of the Tootsie Roll Pop,” I can’t think of anything else that vexes me more). I tried my best to maintain awareness and log away my thoughts. Here’s what I recall…

When Dustin Lynch Calls…

Thursday, 27 March 2014 by

I sat with my coffee cup suction cupped to my lips, barely registering the time on my phone at 8 AM.

In case you didn’t know, there’s one of those in the morning, too.

I’d been up for an hour prepping for phone interviews for a USA Today piece. I still wasn’t quite awake but I never fully got to sleep the night before. So it just felt like I was living in a constant fog. I kept having nightmares that my voice recorder erased my phone interview with country’s hottest new male artist, Dustin Lynch.

Photo courtesy of Stoney Creek Records

When I first jolted awake from the dream, I couldn’t decipher if it had actually happened, was a warning, or just anxiety. But it had kept me from returning to REM sleep since about 5.

I KNOW. There’s one of THOSE in the morning, TOO. Shocking.

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