tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8367785592099491922024-03-14T03:15:54.436-07:00Mike and Laken CannonMike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-76737028116121159572011-10-23T01:59:00.000-07:002011-10-23T20:54:16.866-07:00Michelle Branch Glory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CWoB6PB3cLoXrLYHI3NPA4r-C7jn90QS2yt1SI_j6-vU4k2DbSmJKtOjxhY7EHByTGwR7zsep9osi0j_P_DidsF0zBgcvzKXhK9bPJ3SNFvFy5C-PltTs5y4VPWxgle1BwAvGJ_x35A/s1600/west+coast+time.png"><br /></a> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;</style><span style="font-family:georgia;">I got to see her.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">It was one of the best days of my life.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">It is a close follower after my wedding day and the day I got my gallbladder removed.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;">I have been crazy about Michelle Branch since high school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Broken Bracelet, Spirit Room, Hotel Paper, all marvelous albums.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Everything was going great until she decided to quit her solo gig and become a country duo with a conniving backup singer of hers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This backup singer must have blackmailed or brainwashed Michelle into doing this because not even I, her biggest fan, could understand or even try to like this move.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I knew it the moment Michelle announced it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They would be called The Wreckers and it was definite foreshadowing for the results and sadness to come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They had about one mediocre hit, and I would always thumb down The Wreckers songs on Pandora because I couldn’t handle seeing Michelle in such a state.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Now, don’t get me wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I really like country.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Jason Aldean, Brooks and Dunn, Keith Urban.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Just not Michelle in country. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They were never meant to be together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A year or two ago, Michelle realized what I had known all along.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She must have finally read all of those fan letters I wrote begging her to leave that other weird girl behind!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She dropped that terrible compadre of hers and ventured back out into solo world, working hard to return to her pop roots. Her new single, Loud Music, can be played over and over in the Cannon house and Steadman (the Cannon Buick) and not a soul will get tired of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Not a Laken soul, anyhow. That horrid girl (I didn’t even bother to learn her name) has left no trace on Michelle and her comeback will be complete and even more glorious than her successes before.<span style=""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CWoB6PB3cLoXrLYHI3NPA4r-C7jn90QS2yt1SI_j6-vU4k2DbSmJKtOjxhY7EHByTGwR7zsep9osi0j_P_DidsF0zBgcvzKXhK9bPJ3SNFvFy5C-PltTs5y4VPWxgle1BwAvGJ_x35A/s1600/west+coast+time.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CWoB6PB3cLoXrLYHI3NPA4r-C7jn90QS2yt1SI_j6-vU4k2DbSmJKtOjxhY7EHByTGwR7zsep9osi0j_P_DidsF0zBgcvzKXhK9bPJ3SNFvFy5C-PltTs5y4VPWxgle1BwAvGJ_x35A/s400/west+coast+time.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666610206314887090" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;">I eagerly await for her to reveal of the release date of her new CD, West Coast Time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I CAN’T WAIT!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I don’t know what I’m more excited for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Davey, my future puppy, West Coast Time or Sweet Tooth Fairy’s debut on Cupcake Wars?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It really is a toss up. </p> <p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal">Seeing Michelle in concert only made excitement and anticipation for her new stuff all the more real and intense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>While we weren’t too close to the stage and she was just the opening act before Goo Goo Dolls (which were fantastic by the way – I love their Let Love In album – incredible!), but I never wanted her to stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I knew all of the songs she sang, except for the unrecorded ones, and proudly sang all the words while the silly people around me only knew a few words of the chorus to a select few of her giant hits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was heaven.</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinf3mylpl1cs_BBXqVmq4xTAJ_8m1AFZ9_VQBmR33BzrQwgOPDP5mmB6nqCJo3eqLFob4KlZSbu8HglInLtoLWi4RCrjcAOCQzODNrwvDRoHYO-LpQcZ2Jq-DXX5IzJF92NWF_H0Gm-3c/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-23+at+3.10.49+AM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinf3mylpl1cs_BBXqVmq4xTAJ_8m1AFZ9_VQBmR33BzrQwgOPDP5mmB6nqCJo3eqLFob4KlZSbu8HglInLtoLWi4RCrjcAOCQzODNrwvDRoHYO-LpQcZ2Jq-DXX5IzJF92NWF_H0Gm-3c/s400/Screen+shot+2011-10-23+at+3.10.49+AM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666612675229230946" border="0" /></a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Michelle, I love you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Please release your CD soon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If you can’t do that, at least tell me when it is coming so I can make a countdown chain and get even more excited.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-77347795159536936472011-10-16T19:25:00.000-07:002011-10-16T19:54:06.199-07:00Timp Hike<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJce65pW68YgfOVe63kS_qKyHiW8qNDjGlE0d_20FTbA5BDj823CnIuzkr895biAA3BwCBd0QBQCRqwvVL_-cLbSCz0Q4h92n1ZwaemUwMDaIEttRHes2T-gp7vRVKl4qKUEj43acnMU/s1600/Timp+Meadow+Mike.JPG"><br /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;</style><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">About a week before Labor Day I told Mike I was going to hike Timpanogos.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I told him he was invited to come along, but I was going to hike it regardless if he was present or not.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Law school had been in full swing for two weeks and I was really quite sure he would say I was on my own.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">He said he felt scared about me going by myself because some scary hikers might kidnap me.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">He must not have very much confidence in my self-defense skills.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">(That’s ok because I don’t either.)</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I still wanted to go very much and said he’d better come along to protect me then.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">It worked!</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">He came!</span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am very clever.</span><br /><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;">We had a great time!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Well, not very much at the beginning because I kept complaining that my backpack was too heavy because Mike made us take a gallon of water each and I hated it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You can tell I didn’t learn very much from our Arches adventure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Besides the heaviness, the scenery was beautiful (so many wildflowers!) and we had a great time together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We stopped to have lunch in a fun, little meadow and watched crazy people slide down a glacier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Very enjoyable.<span style=""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJce65pW68YgfOVe63kS_qKyHiW8qNDjGlE0d_20FTbA5BDj823CnIuzkr895biAA3BwCBd0QBQCRqwvVL_-cLbSCz0Q4h92n1ZwaemUwMDaIEttRHes2T-gp7vRVKl4qKUEj43acnMU/s1600/Timp+Meadow+Mike.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJce65pW68YgfOVe63kS_qKyHiW8qNDjGlE0d_20FTbA5BDj823CnIuzkr895biAA3BwCBd0QBQCRqwvVL_-cLbSCz0Q4h92n1ZwaemUwMDaIEttRHes2T-gp7vRVKl4qKUEj43acnMU/s400/Timp+Meadow+Mike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664286499221756818" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;">After that the hike started to be less fun, even though I had drank a ton of water as to lighten my load, because a lot of the trail was covered in slippery snow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I can’t tell you how many times I fell down.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mike didn’t fall down once!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was getting very annoyed and frustrated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>However, I eventually made it through and my life continued.</p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWJrqTYl6R1lO66d05_J4QYserkQOoodUFsYmz57S5zIT0jdHIZOIxkHSCadX_wUp-8ii_nV7xK8VVfWSHvSB0q1Ws0OS1DGCCbBKpgRZGYJ2RChP1oaJ27UeQtya-LayDE9KF-Ll-3A/s1600/Top+of+Timp.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnWJrqTYl6R1lO66d05_J4QYserkQOoodUFsYmz57S5zIT0jdHIZOIxkHSCadX_wUp-8ii_nV7xK8VVfWSHvSB0q1Ws0OS1DGCCbBKpgRZGYJ2RChP1oaJ27UeQtya-LayDE9KF-Ll-3A/s400/Top+of+Timp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664287000443310786" border="0" /></a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">We made it to the top and we felt so proud of ourselves.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">Going down was even more enjoyable (except the dreaded snowy part) because we passed everyone going up and they were tired and breathless.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">We were so happy we have moved past that stage!</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">We were getting close to the bottom, about 3 miles away, when Mike sprained his ankle on some crazy moving rocks!</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">I was so sad for him, but he was such a trooper!</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">If that had happened to me, I would have passed out on the spot and Mike would have had to throw me over his shoulder and carry me down (this may or may not be an accurate statement of what would actually occur because it may or may not have already happened on the stairs leading to our apartment while I was carrying groceries in the rain – will blog about later). He just tightened his little shoelaces and off he went!</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">He is a very brave man.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><br /></p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5xMu2lmYKUu8jID3zdKRhtvKnNJjNbYhIAEF-Kgh-J3G02KEHBe8Z5fUeonoTzKQ0dSIl6dggA0HrAa5ol7wHi6Y4OfBTxc6pTc4IEVli07TSJkST-4qlcMSnLRZdT1up0NshjIEL1s/s1600/Timp+Mike+Ankle.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5xMu2lmYKUu8jID3zdKRhtvKnNJjNbYhIAEF-Kgh-J3G02KEHBe8Z5fUeonoTzKQ0dSIl6dggA0HrAa5ol7wHi6Y4OfBTxc6pTc4IEVli07TSJkST-4qlcMSnLRZdT1up0NshjIEL1s/s400/Timp+Mike+Ankle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664288017584392722" border="0" /></a></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Once we got home, we removed his shoe and his poor ankle was so scary looking!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I went and got him and ace bandage, athletic tape and an In and Out Double-Double and he seemed much better.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Despite the injury, it was a wonderful hike and I am so glad I did it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As we move further and further away from the event, I keep thinking that I want to do it again!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It took us 8 hours to complete, but I felt so accomplished in that little, tin shack at the top, and it was so fun to be with Mike for a full day and complete something like that together.</p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-707799029739878882011-10-07T17:36:00.000-07:002011-10-08T09:20:47.629-07:00ArchesOnce upon a time, July to be exact, Mike and I went to Arches. Two weeks before this trip we were talking about how we should spend one of our upcoming three-day weekends. Law school hadn't even come close to starting, so we could really have a fun, real-person three-day weekend! I mentioned I had never been to Arches before. Mike was appalled, as he thought all good Utah children had been to Arches at least 4 times by the time there were 12. This was not the case for me, so we went.<br /><br />I just love mini road trips. You still get to buy all the road trip treats, but your bum doesn't get terribly sore. It's just three hours! Perfect. My favorite road trip treats include grapes, Pringles, Teddy Grahams (Chocolate or Honey only), trail mix, pb and j sandwiches, beef jerky and pudding cups. Bon appetite!<br /><br />Arches was magnificent! We did nearly all of the hikes and had so much fun! I can't believe I had never been there before. Thank you Mike for introducing me to Arches.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBcpV-hChGfxs2DdSYN0jNrKXxZNe7kumI-kkukyF9EhclMXqVUG1CALgO9KE0-qz1XOpdSCkWLFLs_AtPWVRKVzkyGvjXNqRDcAjKgBwFl_3GYq-HTl15fDAmwY9b65ggmD8rz6NzXQ/s1600/Mike+Arch+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeBcpV-hChGfxs2DdSYN0jNrKXxZNe7kumI-kkukyF9EhclMXqVUG1CALgO9KE0-qz1XOpdSCkWLFLs_AtPWVRKVzkyGvjXNqRDcAjKgBwFl_3GYq-HTl15fDAmwY9b65ggmD8rz6NzXQ/s400/Mike+Arch+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660922597611340290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cute Mike<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MxjrCzoJfPcOJjqNEtDffscO_CPiCp-R5iMsSJDaHziFxpouIjVIU4ZBvfkXMX_vRqS0JkudieCwTXnm1EFtmV96A8KoaacB_YLCOJTcc8j1CTjZb6ttcJgxFenyvUSfOKy3H4SfZ40/s1600/Laken+Arch+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MxjrCzoJfPcOJjqNEtDffscO_CPiCp-R5iMsSJDaHziFxpouIjVIU4ZBvfkXMX_vRqS0JkudieCwTXnm1EFtmV96A8KoaacB_YLCOJTcc8j1CTjZb6ttcJgxFenyvUSfOKy3H4SfZ40/s400/Laken+Arch+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660923755415362706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Me reveling in precious shade.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWF_UsvnMvr3n-tVA4uChe2nNe8li8RUHPON7MkZOxI3-1QRDS6tHXm1V21QwX1z6JZDoqSFQ_qydYY9Iu2hAOxKDsZ1WRaLs1YOf8auS6e8r-scC-e5pEBVsOgdJlBy2xSQCiYOfQGI/s1600/Mike+and+Small+Arch.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoWF_UsvnMvr3n-tVA4uChe2nNe8li8RUHPON7MkZOxI3-1QRDS6tHXm1V21QwX1z6JZDoqSFQ_qydYY9Iu2hAOxKDsZ1WRaLs1YOf8auS6e8r-scC-e5pEBVsOgdJlBy2xSQCiYOfQGI/s400/Mike+and+Small+Arch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660925045076849490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Cute Mike again</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjVRXmku2EBm222QzsfwOOkTgOL4FU3QBTvOuezn1HmNw5nWA2ETO9-SX5JeTA_OqhXUCF408q-Fi_VG0R3N0kOQ2Oey895d6IE0A0Ycpqwsf14G4ZJuxhG8c-gVPI_bl0h90krSSFkE/s1600/Laken+Arch+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjVRXmku2EBm222QzsfwOOkTgOL4FU3QBTvOuezn1HmNw5nWA2ETO9-SX5JeTA_OqhXUCF408q-Fi_VG0R3N0kOQ2Oey895d6IE0A0Ycpqwsf14G4ZJuxhG8c-gVPI_bl0h90krSSFkE/s400/Laken+Arch+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661151368748516018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Me by my favorite arch</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1w7rRndqWAQiEdM4Ok0qLeB0iJ02rOyH1JCSgCBAXui4E7jOcxdIReKa7n59aT81HBlR3QYLVNbgwQKjjh2qd-RJoi-Y6EWpQP4TRdX9NDTh4UHTFrK5GEi7D_jcySWhYHVoT2o_ScQ/s1600/Laken+Arch+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1w7rRndqWAQiEdM4Ok0qLeB0iJ02rOyH1JCSgCBAXui4E7jOcxdIReKa7n59aT81HBlR3QYLVNbgwQKjjh2qd-RJoi-Y6EWpQP4TRdX9NDTh4UHTFrK5GEi7D_jcySWhYHVoT2o_ScQ/s400/Laken+Arch+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661151852550611730" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Again, me in precious, shady shelter</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span></div>There was one scary part that Mike and I now find funny, but still kind of scary. There was a part on the map labeled "primitive trail - for advanced hikers only."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboqsGyFF8Eq2oppUrCdvILvBM_SJbubS3tYOYaSGXIciUI9WbgbTBuwdf7TQsFbvxD6AsnB9cRsbLHVoti96bPMZnGRPPLksh5dBdQTxal0NeeSJlu6c0wJXTmZBjRYjq5DhUQIyo12U/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-08+at+10.05.15+AM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgboqsGyFF8Eq2oppUrCdvILvBM_SJbubS3tYOYaSGXIciUI9WbgbTBuwdf7TQsFbvxD6AsnB9cRsbLHVoti96bPMZnGRPPLksh5dBdQTxal0NeeSJlu6c0wJXTmZBjRYjq5DhUQIyo12U/s400/Screen+shot+2011-10-08+at+10.05.15+AM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661153247796472130" border="0" /></a>Mike and I were confident in our hiking abilities and decided to conquer this different route back to our car. Everything was going splendidly. We were scaling rocks, finding secret, private arches and having a glorious time walking through the beautiful landscape. The only bad part was the heat. It was the middle of the afternoon toward the end of July. Maybe we were crazy for embarking on this "primitive" adventure, maybe we were brave, maybe we were tough. All I know is it was HOT and there was never any shade. I'm usually a lover of heat, but this was a wee bit more than my body prefers. It gets worse though. The trail was complete sand. We weren't exactly sure if we were on the trail one third of the time because it was, after all, "primitive." Our water was running dangerously low. We never saw anyone. Ever. We could have been wandering in the Gobi Desert for all we knew. And it was HOT. We kept following the semblance of a trail and hoped we'd reach the normal trail soon. I decided that I shouldn't drink anymore water because what if something happened to Mike? What if his was all gone? What if he needed more? What if we were in the Gobi Desert and would never find civilization for days? Those last 4 ounces in my Nalgene bottle were going to be precious. Yes, I would feel much better if I drank it, but who knew what in the world was happening with Mike's water supply? I knew if I asked he would say he was fine, and then he would know I was saving mine and tell me I needed to drink it and my plan would be foiled. I decided not to drink another drop until we reached the regular trail or I had passed out from heat exhaustion and Mike poured it down my throat while I was unconscious. I could tell Mike was starting to get nervous that we might be lost, which then made me nervous. I think we were both on the brink of freaking out. We ended up getting to the regular trail not long after slight freaking commenced and found our hordes of fellow European and Asian hikers just fine. Asian chit-chat never sounded more lovely. We vowed never to walk on stupid sand again for the rest of the day, and I finally drank my wonderful water. As it turns out, Mike had pulled the same Save-Your-Water-For-Your-Spouse-In-Case-They-Run-Out-And-Might-Die trick too. It was funny and we laughed. When we got to the car, we each drank about a half a gallon and nothing had ever tasted so good.<br /><br />Everything else was rather uneventful. Just your regular hiking and looking at rock arches and formations created by millions and millions of years of erosion. We had such a fun time just running around with each other and spending time together.<br /><br />We capped off the evening with not one, but two! McDonald's Mango Pineapple Smoothies (one in Moab and Springville) and had a great time at home nursing my wicked sunburns because I was "already tan enough" to make sunblock useless.<br /><br />Wonderful place, wonderful time, wonderful boy.Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-30596661506568151832011-10-02T18:49:00.000-07:002011-10-03T10:58:51.309-07:00Laken = STF's Biggest Fan.<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Remember how I met Megan - The One and Only Glorious Owner and Creator of the Beloved Sweet Tooth Fairy? Well, I did. Remember how I was filmed with her and gave my own ode and soliloquy lauding the fame and glory and deliciousness of STF? Will, I did. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> The filming that was happening happened to be an audition tape for Megan/Sweet Tooth Fairy to get on Cupcake Wars. Guess who makes two appearances in said audition tape? Well, I did!</span> Twice. I appear at the beginning just talking to Megan. Then I actually have a speaking role. The only customer to have one, mind you.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Check it.</span> Megan is slightly crazy, but mostly wonderful.</p><p class="MsoNormal">www.vimeo.com/28419990</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxvYeXnexTDcgjktSfyqs6_wjGFyzo4KKaiZCd_myn6l1uWQwTGSEeF8XBgk4u1iM7TMGe12UlpSxUNreOVyQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">* Note. Because I was kind of nervous, I may have said that Mike "has" to bring me Sweet Tooth Fairy. This is not the case. He brings me home STF by his own free will. I think that is why our marriage is wonderful. :)</p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-58140929204645597342011-09-17T22:02:00.000-07:002011-09-17T22:30:13.788-07:00Detour to Dallas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdP1nUS6tgPY4QWv4zNQdzYOQcr1rfkFyPRlLC75qOzdstPSMASzJVv3ruSAg6_hdC98uXmJezIoI9rkzv9eqCMdy2jTXLAcsll_YYw5c1Lk2V1ooh5MJqNfecqxN18An2ciAadqcVak8/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-17+at+11.19.28+PM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdP1nUS6tgPY4QWv4zNQdzYOQcr1rfkFyPRlLC75qOzdstPSMASzJVv3ruSAg6_hdC98uXmJezIoI9rkzv9eqCMdy2jTXLAcsll_YYw5c1Lk2V1ooh5MJqNfecqxN18An2ciAadqcVak8/s400/Screen+shot+2011-09-17+at+11.19.28+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653565044112474626" border="0" /></a><br />Mike and I discovered that he will be clerking in Washington, DC for a wonderful Judge Griffith on the DC Circuit Court of Appeals during the years 2013-2014! Yes, that is far away. Attorneys and law people like to do things a decade in advance. DC is a place I've always wanted to visit, and now I will get to spend a whole year there! I'm very tempted to get a silly, part-time job so I can be a full-time tourist. Now there are only the dilemmas of what to do with Steadman, our beloved Buick. Do we take him? Leave him here? Sell him? Do we want to pay lots of rent and live in the city? Spend less and commute a lot? Can I handle a year without Sweet Tooth Fairy? All very good questions to consider. Good thing we have multiple years to consider this.<br /><br />Part of my hearts wishes we could go straight to Dallas so that I can get a puppy, but this will be a very grand detour and will provide us with many exciting adventures.<br /><br />In case you are wondering, and thought Mike graduated in April 2012, you are correct. There are several things we must do before we get to Dallas and become regular people. Here is a timeline for our lives:<br /><br />April 2012: Graduate law school<br />August 2012: Clerk for Justice Lee at the Utah Supreme Court<br />August 2013: Clerk for Judge Griffith at the DC Circuit Court of Appeals<br />Probably August 2014: Go to Dallas where Mike will work and I will get a puppy.<br /><br />I might as well tell you about my puppy dreams. I have always wanted a puppy. Mike - not so much. I have been working on him for years and he is slowly coming around. By the time we get to Dallas, he'll be just as excited as I am! I have read multiple dog training books to prepare myself so our puppy will be the best behaved dog ever. He is going to be a miniature goldendoodle (golden retriever/poodle mix) with wavy reddish fur. I have researched all of the puppy farms in America and have settled on the finest one in Alabama. His name will be Davey and I will LOVE him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQoUUxzob9zVSnCfS9Fhyphenhyphenq4ikWvVriCCGWkqZ9Ejn3SgHIOpb-qZCcN7yr3OTOzflLAmjyGp1EfA_GMsDgGAGEWODZg-4EMIQTMzaJkzPhg8Bo9ncwvPdUBgI3UfBOhFbDa4aOMJdCYE/s1600/Davey+golden"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 517px; height: 517px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQoUUxzob9zVSnCfS9Fhyphenhyphenq4ikWvVriCCGWkqZ9Ejn3SgHIOpb-qZCcN7yr3OTOzflLAmjyGp1EfA_GMsDgGAGEWODZg-4EMIQTMzaJkzPhg8Bo9ncwvPdUBgI3UfBOhFbDa4aOMJdCYE/s400/Davey+golden" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653565273612335266" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I will love DC too.<br /><br />And Mike.Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-27311453756050083912011-09-10T12:10:00.000-07:002011-09-12T10:11:51.352-07:00Who Shot JR?<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1</style><span style="font-family:georgia;">I spent a month in Dallas over the summer.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">When I told anyone over 35 this, they immediately said, “Hey!</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Who shot JR!” Everyone then told me about this incredible 80’s TV series called </span><i style="font-family: georgia;">Dallas</i><span style="font-family:georgia;"> with ridiculously rich people and ladies with very big hair who live out complicated lives.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Supposedly, the coolest moment was when a mystery person shot an old, rich dude. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">I saw nothing like that while in Texas.</span><br /><br /><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">What I did see in Dallas was quite wonderful, nonetheless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Not only do they have the best fries on Earth (Katy Trail Ice House or Saint Anne’s) but it hardly ever snows there, they have fabulous shopping, the Dallas Mavericks and Blue Bell ice cream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Everyone there made a big deal about how glorious this particular ice cream is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I didn’t believe them at first.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>How good could a bucket of ice cream really be?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Let me tell you, they weren’t joking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I consumed a carton of Rocky Road all by myself, minus one bowl Mike had, in three days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If you go, get some.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You won’t be sad.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2LCWn3SZGrXevijuaoDb6AYKhqTBlSQjhRXIMZnnabaI1j_m5vsUDtvyEkZEoiVaaJJYAB0JaaKFbJxn1qGSBw-jmiaAiVBKjNHBOlFdauW4PA8m2TmJ3067wbpGzPevxB7f-w2-Vgs/s1600/DSC00109.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2LCWn3SZGrXevijuaoDb6AYKhqTBlSQjhRXIMZnnabaI1j_m5vsUDtvyEkZEoiVaaJJYAB0JaaKFbJxn1qGSBw-jmiaAiVBKjNHBOlFdauW4PA8m2TmJ3067wbpGzPevxB7f-w2-Vgs/s400/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650811392968955362" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Mike sneakily caught me eating all the rest of our Blue Bell.</span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Another wonderful thing about Dallas was the lifestyle I lived while I was there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Wonderful Provo School District gives me a month off during the summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I took those grand 4 weeks off while in Dallas, which meant I really didn’t have that much to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My life consisted of sleeping in till 9 (or later), reading nearly a dozen books, running on the Katy Trail (no cars to hit or scare you), laying by the pool, shopping at giant malls, eating lots of Blue Bell, hunting for delicious cupcakes and cookies (Society Bakery and JD Chippery’s), pretty much doing whatever I wanted and attending Mike’s law firm parties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I think that describes the best life ever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I did that for a full month straight, and I still dream about it at night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Not only did I actually live this glorified life, but I also lived it with a washer, dryer and dishwasher, all fantasies of Wymount residents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There were times when I would wash a single shirt during the middle of the day, simply because I could and only had to walk 14 steps to do so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I never thought laundry could be such a grand novelty, but oh, it was.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTQVK4hIfXGiCRT_NpqIVFB9hvufrYzJDvgPIs1msUNjuluGJ_UL-00Xx8ixGPu2MewzC9TJ6rlhcEZD7UKPW2ln4VzgEkZGHZMeLN8NsSZUtthvCRcP6zzEBzzE4URHH6RtIysDK8tmU/s1600/IMG_1336.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTQVK4hIfXGiCRT_NpqIVFB9hvufrYzJDvgPIs1msUNjuluGJ_UL-00Xx8ixGPu2MewzC9TJ6rlhcEZD7UKPW2ln4VzgEkZGHZMeLN8NsSZUtthvCRcP6zzEBzzE4URHH6RtIysDK8tmU/s400/IMG_1336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813904174644034" border="0" /></a></p><p style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">The wonderful pool I would hang out at daily. People would often complain about the heat, but it really isn't that bad when you run around in a swimming suit during the afternoon. People need to figure that out. </span><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Another fun part about Mike’s internship was the firm parties held at least weekly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Most were dinners or cocktail parties and a partner’s house (partner = big boss in law world), but some included Ranger’s games, tours of the Dallas Cowboy’s Stadium, plays, fancy steakhouse dinners, and some volunteer landscaping in a scary Dallas neighborhood. It was a month-long party for me.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkt5fIdF4jQH_fGXdh0ERHfiBm4m_4XndKjuzYQvZTWLJ6BYsPbQzrIAHRvdDhnmVuqoCJALrK9bAzi3qlOPrJM61WpDOYFjZE_EAVQLjXxN9QqfYE1sVdbUDJeiaiLcTeTGsev4SNi0/s1600/DSC00077.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkt5fIdF4jQH_fGXdh0ERHfiBm4m_4XndKjuzYQvZTWLJ6BYsPbQzrIAHRvdDhnmVuqoCJALrK9bAzi3qlOPrJM61WpDOYFjZE_EAVQLjXxN9QqfYE1sVdbUDJeiaiLcTeTGsev4SNi0/s400/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650814688860320546" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">My view from our 17th row seats. It was my first MLB game ever, and I loved every moment! The Rangers didn't play quite so well, but I didn't care. I had a blast! I'm going to become the greatest Rangers fan to ever live!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSl3e-zkjKu1BUMJza_RGg8pqw1773rkaIZ6l4_02aAbZ52s8EezB1ltCtAMeG2xcZxcy7IAF69cmYVVj7_nWfVPBbubidLUaUoT1i6clYtCz-Ibl5n_Z6wiTKJ-oqYZIUizthHtP9Yns/s1600/DSC00081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSl3e-zkjKu1BUMJza_RGg8pqw1773rkaIZ6l4_02aAbZ52s8EezB1ltCtAMeG2xcZxcy7IAF69cmYVVj7_nWfVPBbubidLUaUoT1i6clYtCz-Ibl5n_Z6wiTKJ-oqYZIUizthHtP9Yns/s400/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650818356601126402" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">We went to the Rangers game 4 minutes after a long/wonderful day at Six Flags. Good thing I was wearing my red I Love Cupcakes shirt so I would fit in with the rest of the Rangers fans. That shirt fits any and all occasions. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM36JN4isbCYjj5_z_a8yhUGHxypz8dR8MR_00AL03W7a6fF4jo9M2xwv6zNraZ_-MhUIL4DgQyCvG6JOyWfnU4HSvOI6ZsyYe5QdPBFGqEohX0IiImodXl9uyj3bsPhJXm2dmNuh8m1Y/s1600/DSC00092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM36JN4isbCYjj5_z_a8yhUGHxypz8dR8MR_00AL03W7a6fF4jo9M2xwv6zNraZ_-MhUIL4DgQyCvG6JOyWfnU4HSvOI6ZsyYe5QdPBFGqEohX0IiImodXl9uyj3bsPhJXm2dmNuh8m1Y/s400/DSC00092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650825970986858258" border="0" /></a></p><p face="georgia" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">Big place. Cool place.</span><br /></p><p style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnxh9dyfmJAdG7i95LNDvbzPvE8pqecqzBULe3y1ad10_9g9TbBgwuG1Gj8atRkp2ouHzQ5ZWoj9yncvp0-2hdia4Su_eQ9MVQi7m0rUD9iWuIsRhu6jTHlGtIPyVHiu5cJ3HMSJPscu4/s1600/DSC00106.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnxh9dyfmJAdG7i95LNDvbzPvE8pqecqzBULe3y1ad10_9g9TbBgwuG1Gj8atRkp2ouHzQ5ZWoj9yncvp0-2hdia4Su_eQ9MVQi7m0rUD9iWuIsRhu6jTHlGtIPyVHiu5cJ3HMSJPscu4/s400/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650816276452275282" border="0" /></a></p><p style=" text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">This is me, in the Cowboys Stadium, laying in the exact same spot where I'm sure a several very famous football players have too. I was hoping some of their great athleticism would seep into me. </span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">One not so awesome part was how sweaty I got when I exercised.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Granted, I was outside running in 100 degree heat, but I would never have expected myself to get this incredibly sweaty.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">I wouldn’t consider my self an intensely sweaty person, but this was a normal-looking Dallas me after running.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Weird.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Please do not be grossed out by the pictures, it was just so astounding to me that I couldn't let it pass undocumented. </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">I would also like you to notice the gigantic size of my bathroom mirror at this time.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Also a Wymount novelty.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mike and I could get ready at the same time!</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">So big!</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">So much space!</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">That’s just Texas for you, or any place other than Wymount.</span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghB0Egebxy3YmFloKrUMN8xnVSYT5WmiqsO139tK1RAaph5IY5ihEd4CIiDxoLHgx9Xk3urE7Ew4dZUZx8lvnY3VeiOYcvINK-aueOc-vsmXnb6QWiTNXfSosRjNS7VP4L02rjmlAs2HY/s1600/IMG_1330.jpg"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4lf3ufsKz92iluBt4fjWa8ixmpAO4RbDwDs6N7IMZAp2vKPDhWoadbfjyprQ4qS1-3TUJ3RbifpcEMlAF-mysdo45HY7ZauEnzE83je2zzPT1ZBiU-dh2RR_gHxVFH1ve6EQKUfSOAY/s1600/IMG_1333.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4lf3ufsKz92iluBt4fjWa8ixmpAO4RbDwDs6N7IMZAp2vKPDhWoadbfjyprQ4qS1-3TUJ3RbifpcEMlAF-mysdo45HY7ZauEnzE83je2zzPT1ZBiU-dh2RR_gHxVFH1ve6EQKUfSOAY/s320/IMG_1333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650815692084681378" border="0" /></a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia">Probably the best part about Dallas was that I got to see Mike so much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He’d come home around 7 every night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That may not sound so awesome, but compared to his schedule during school and in Salt Lake, it was like a second honeymoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We had dinner together every night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was usually at a partner’s house or we went out to eat (I only cooked twice the whole time – AWESOME), but it was wonderful to consistently see him each night for a whole evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We usually did lame things together, like running on the beloved Katy Trail, watching Modern Family or getting heavenly Mango Pineapple Smoothies at McDonalds, but it was so wonderful just to be with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;">After his internship was finished, Mike was offered a job at his wonderful firm and he accepted!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We are going to be real Dallasonians after graduation, and I couldn’t be more excited!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I loved it down there!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Hooray for Dallas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Hooray for Blue Bell!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>While I’m quite sure my life will be slightly different than the lazy one explained above, I still can’t wait to have wonderful adventures down there with Mike.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Hooray!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-30645177533208515392011-09-04T21:08:00.000-07:002011-09-04T21:23:14.295-07:00The Sweet Tooth Fairy is in the Building<span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" >It has been ages since I last posted, and so much has happened, mainly wonderful trips to Dallas and others throughout Utah, but first I must post about an incredibly glorious event.</span>
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<br /><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I just wanted to let you know that I met the owner of Sweet Tooth Fairy the other day. Some of you may know that my obsession with Sweet Tooth Fairy borders on the extreme, so as you can imagine, this was a red-letter day for me. I was in the neighborhood for a work errand and decided to get a cookie, of course. The Megan Faulkner Brown was there filming an audition video for Cupcake Wars. I asked the cashier girl if I could go talk to her and she said yes, like I was being a weirdo and Megan is just like any other person. Whatever, cashier girl. Like you know anything. I have been fan of Sweet Tooth Fairy longer than you've been out of high school. </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">
<br />So I went up to Megan and said I was one of her biggest fans. How I fell in love with STF four months after it opened years ago. I told her all of my favorite flavors and how her cupcakes have made my marriage so much better because Mike knows that he just needs to bring home a cupcake to make me so very happy no matter what has happened. I told her my husband just accepted a job in Dallas and that I the only reason I thought we maybe shouldn't go is because Sweet Tooth Fairy would not be there. Then she told me the greatest news of all. STF is building in PLANO! Plano is just a half hour away from Dallas. I got goosebumps all over and squealed for a minute straight.
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It was like it was my birthday.</span></span>
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;">The guy filmed me talking to her and expressing my love for her divine confections. Then he asked if I would just talk for about 2 minutes straight about Sweet Tooth Fairy. It was hard to limit myself, but it was very fun. It was one of the best days of my life. Then guess what. The next day Megan asked ME to be her Facebook friend. I couldn't believe it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>This is beyond anything I could have ever dreamed.<span style=""> Yay me! I love you, Sweet Tooth Fairy and Megan, who are one and the same!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbOQb-PI_2HlzhzpO-J7pM76jb7AduyCRrduGp9nOAFAmNo9hrvsXYs_ibHwR6kCXCxbGo3OpaZQIB8SbSoGnMAC7G6I3GJCX5XhxhWrSxkDZI51UH6JqTGCkgbVotN0m0z_6ruY7iXM/s1600/Sweet+Tooth+Fairy+Megan%2521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbOQb-PI_2HlzhzpO-J7pM76jb7AduyCRrduGp9nOAFAmNo9hrvsXYs_ibHwR6kCXCxbGo3OpaZQIB8SbSoGnMAC7G6I3GJCX5XhxhWrSxkDZI51UH6JqTGCkgbVotN0m0z_6ruY7iXM/s400/Sweet+Tooth+Fairy+Megan%2521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648724488557344770" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="">
<br /></span></p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-45944025601522957432011-05-31T18:33:00.000-07:002011-05-31T21:09:31.966-07:00Patrick and Redecorating<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;</style><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >It has been quite a wonderful past few days. I got to visit Patrick on Friday. Patrick is my hair stylist. He is probably my favorite male person after Mike (of course), my dad, brothers and Stephen Wilkinson. I have only had one bad hair day since I started going to him a year ago, and that day wasn’t even his fault. I just hadn’t washed it in a really long time. Patrick somehow knows how to trim my bangs perfectly, which is quite the feat, as I am very picky about those 8 or 9 pieces of hair. Patrick is also loads of fun to talk to, which is very nice when you have to spend about an hour with someone. He changes his clothing style about every six months, which I find fascinating. Patrick is currently sporting a more ‘20s look, complete with mustache (which I used to find somewhat creepy while he was growing it out, but once you get to know Patrick, you will see he is not creepy at all) and permed, side-parted hair. Patrick is never dull.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjenXg1oPAEMsg-wbPnJ7eP_VOPvrJxNVPGL1e8VhSQqk48p_l4cfuewOuEIlYv5QRe9so1XNFhTmVc6K4AYzJHwHIQu2geDYWKWIyi3hyb4IOB-p-v8hXhiztG3959rzhRJ2-DcE3P_Yg/s1600/IMG_1325.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjenXg1oPAEMsg-wbPnJ7eP_VOPvrJxNVPGL1e8VhSQqk48p_l4cfuewOuEIlYv5QRe9so1XNFhTmVc6K4AYzJHwHIQu2geDYWKWIyi3hyb4IOB-p-v8hXhiztG3959rzhRJ2-DcE3P_Yg/s400/IMG_1325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613088923929898850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I trust him to no end with my hair, which I care about inordinately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If he said we should do this or that with my hair I would say, “Patrick, you are beyond skilled, know what I like and know what is best. No need to ask. Just cut it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A visit or two ago, Patrick and I had a 20 minute conversation about the gloriousness of cupcakes and where the best cupcakes shops are, who has the best frosting, best cake, best flavors, best cupcake shop atmosphere, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Well, it was mostly me telling him all of this and my theories about what makes a perfect cupcake because he hadn’t had one since he was 11.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When I went for my appointment on Friday, guess what was waiting for me at Patrick’s spot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A coconut cupcake from Sweet Tooth Fairy, my favorite cupcake shop!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Bless you, Patrick!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I immediately squealed, gave him a hug and just stared at it, contemplating when and how I should eat it, while he snipped at my hair in his perfect way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If you are looking for a hair stylist, you will love Patrick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He’s at Shep Studio in Provo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Visit him and love your life and your hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If Mike and I move to Dallas, I will be making quarterly trips to Provo to visit Patrick…and my family.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Another episode of funness in my life has been redecorating my bedroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mostly just decorating it because it was never really decorated to begin with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The bedspread you see here was a wedding gift (3.5 years old – don't hate it, don't love it), the lamps were on clearance, and the banner you see was a lazy Sunday craft project.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal">Before:</p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIx6lINefg6Yqd_fkM4lc2lKfMjeUgPcjqVYMhU7Es5xooDMkoYwXuGsC-oYhV4XRSPL1DUj_oEUn0MstoFOF6-D4Kr69k5is8loEmICKQ5oqQe5tZEOua9eJtyPx9iMbi5KJqzHyKC9o/s1600/before+bedroom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIx6lINefg6Yqd_fkM4lc2lKfMjeUgPcjqVYMhU7Es5xooDMkoYwXuGsC-oYhV4XRSPL1DUj_oEUn0MstoFOF6-D4Kr69k5is8loEmICKQ5oqQe5tZEOua9eJtyPx9iMbi5KJqzHyKC9o/s400/before+bedroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613089296676055218" border="0" /></a></p><p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Not the most coordinated or even slightly appealing in any way. Mike and I agreed that when he started his summer internships and making a few more dollars, I could decorate the bedroom, and voila!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;">After:</p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIy8WVuyIVmcYQhkJBQ0n0F8mJ6KEty1tSJwaUIxrUCYRlOhLVdwuB_hRZFOPHLL6iz9IUs7o9hL4TQUOZayDc3Mf_-h55WSx4Yksde0E9emY_3X_aiYH9D6K-8HBeYW_d6JtaBCzs7Q/s1600/after+bedroom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIy8WVuyIVmcYQhkJBQ0n0F8mJ6KEty1tSJwaUIxrUCYRlOhLVdwuB_hRZFOPHLL6iz9IUs7o9hL4TQUOZayDc3Mf_-h55WSx4Yksde0E9emY_3X_aiYH9D6K-8HBeYW_d6JtaBCzs7Q/s400/after+bedroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613089440420244930" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">A bed-in-a-bag that included curtains, nightstands and wall décor from Hobby Lobby and a couple of lamps from Wal Mart and we have a new bedroom!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I love it and can’t wait to make the bed every morning, which is something I’ve never before experienced. It feels like a whole new place and I can’t believe I used to live in the icky purple room above.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I even feel slightly embarrassed showing you just how unsightly my old room was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Installing the curtain rod was the hardest part because I had to drill through cinder block and I didn’t really know how to use our power drill.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had the drill set on the backward setting and tried with all my might to push that silly drill bit into the wall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My brute strength made everything possible, but it sure was easier when I figured out what I was doing and put the drill on the regular setting.</p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I also made Muddy Buddies today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I think they have made it into my top 15 of Laken's favorite foods.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">1. Yogurt, Berries, Cottage Cheese - All mixed together</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">2. Grandma Stewart's Strawberry Shortcakes<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">3. Marble Cupcake from Sweet Tooth Fairy<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">4. Bacon</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">5. Air-popped Popcorn<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">6. Strawberries</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">7. Rice Pudding</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">8. Spinach Salad</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">9. Grapes</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">10. Brown Rice</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">11. Iced Oatmeal Cookie from Sweet Tooth Fairy</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">12. Mango Salsa</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">13. Muddy Buddies</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">14. Waffle Crisp with Whole Milk<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">15. Peanut Butter S'mores Pizza from Malawi's.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia">I can’t remember the last time I made them before, but I’ve been in a Muddy Buddy-making spree the past week. Love you, delicious Muddy Buddies, love you. Welcome to the top 15.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-46060781156086871222011-05-22T21:27:00.000-07:002011-05-23T09:38:55.468-07:00Birthday Spoils<style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Sectio</style><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >The big 2-5.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >A quarter of a century. I can feel that many good things will happen while I’m 25.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >The first thing that comes to mind is no more young driver fee at car rentals, but also Mike will graduate from law school while I'm 25.</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >We will become real people. Exciting!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">My first day of 25 started out great, mostly because I had a whole day to be with Mike.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He was so willing to do whatever I wanted.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Little did he know the requests would start at 4 a.m.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here's how it started. Mike has turned me into a monster.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We had a fan during the summer two years ago to try and keep things at a moderate temperature while we slept.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">(Wymount does not have air conditioning, but with a combination of a window unit and strategically placed fans, it’s not so bad.)</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">He begged me to keep it going throughout the year because he liked the white noise going on and he said it helped him sleep better.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I acquiesced because it didn’t bother me.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Two years later, the night before my birthday to be exact, that trusty Wind Machine finally gave out.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">It had been running night and day since that summer of 2010, so we were pleased with its performance.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">However, I have now become completely dependent upon it for my own sleeping needs.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">It was too quiet and I simply couldn’t sleep.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I kept being woken up by the slightest real or perceived sound.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I couldn’t take any more of it come 4 a.m., and proclaimed I was going to Wal Mart to get a replacement.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Mike came with me, which was very sweet of him, and we had quite a pleasant trip to the store.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I even found me a shirt that I loved for $1!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Plus we got an exact replica of our beloved Wind Machine.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I was then able to sleep until 9:00 and felt very good about our early morning errand.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Our day together was nothing crazy or extraordinary, but I loved every moment. We just got to be with each other. It really was heaven. First we went on a walk together, enjoying the wonderful sunshine and pleasant temperature. Then we went to Paradise Bakery to eat some scrumptious cookies and delicious molasses bread. Then Mike took me to pick up one of my birthday presents. He took me to Runner’s Corner to pick out a new pair of running shoes. If you have not heard of Runner’s Corner, let me tell you about it. They have people who happen to know everything about running there. They watch you run, figure out what problems you have or don’t have (problems to be had in my case), and bring you a dozen pairs of shoes that will correct that problem and make your runs more enjoyable. I ran around that store so many times with so many different pairs of shoes on. It took quite a bit of time to discover the right pair, but I loved every minute of it. The hard part was not caring about how the shoe looked. I have never done that before! There was an adorable pair of pink Sauconys that I would have picked for sure, but this pair of Brooks were the ultimate victors. We have become best friends.<br /></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9OdvW1X-M6FLG2i4GJHCEpPAdxFxpB7ors7qOc3ay1nafFq_8szfnWnBN_BNgo_PpjhY5Ri9svWyY9fD_XcbYHQv6vvuZlD0SBS15mbErTDjAns4cmeP93dQXWAHFOxwEdZqhw1i55M/s1600/my+brooks+shoe.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9OdvW1X-M6FLG2i4GJHCEpPAdxFxpB7ors7qOc3ay1nafFq_8szfnWnBN_BNgo_PpjhY5Ri9svWyY9fD_XcbYHQv6vvuZlD0SBS15mbErTDjAns4cmeP93dQXWAHFOxwEdZqhw1i55M/s400/my+brooks+shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609765076993895074" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Next we went to Sweet Tooth Fairy to pick up a couple of glorious cupcakes to serve as my birthday cake. I grabbed my favorite Marble and Mike was feeling adventurous and got a Churro cupcake. It had a real Churro sticking out of the top. Very fun. Then we went home to open presents because we both simply couldn’t wait any longer. Mike was so good to me and on top of the running shoes got me a pink Swiss Army Knife (I had one before, but it mysteriously disappeared from off my keychain – I do not blame whoever stole it – it is essential to living), a 10-pound kettlebell to help me increase my sweating in my favorite exercise video, Elnet – a fancy hairspray I’ve always wanted to try, a Nalgene bottle I‘ve wanted since my last large bottle broke two years ago, makeup brushes, a mall gift card (YAY!), a subscription to Lucky Magazine (LOVE!), Modern Family Season 1 (may or may not have been a present for Mike as well – we both love that show incredibly), and last but not least – Never Say Never – the Justin Bieber movie. Oh, how I love that show. I was not a giant Justin fan before I saw it, but now I cannot get enough of that adorable, little Canadian boy. I’ve watched it twice since my birthday. I think Mike only bought it because he knew he wouldn’t be around to be forced to watch it as well. All of these gifts were so thoughtful! Stuff I really, really, really wanted and didn't even explicitly tell him either! I have such a sweet, thoughtful husband.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Z7Y8rBjO7fadyK7jp5AU0TkxZcPjKgnt7y0IYU2BtkaktKotFLP-KsE3FLFqXNXBPb4iiQ4Hi4QJI8rmT_WcFbfpIOL7jzXlldgUlI8j5N4e1rAf8ob51V7JBL5jmoi9oqT3ewNaXCk/s1600/Birthday+2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Z7Y8rBjO7fadyK7jp5AU0TkxZcPjKgnt7y0IYU2BtkaktKotFLP-KsE3FLFqXNXBPb4iiQ4Hi4QJI8rmT_WcFbfpIOL7jzXlldgUlI8j5N4e1rAf8ob51V7JBL5jmoi9oqT3ewNaXCk/s400/Birthday+2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609765848273882178" border="0" /></a></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p face="georgia" style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">After the giant present palooza, we decided we were still kind of full from Paradise Bakery and eating 2 additional Paradise cookies each, so we decided to go wash Steadman, our beloved Buick.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Mike will only take him to what he considers the finest carwash in the valley, Supersonic in Orem.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We got Steadman looking stellar and headed back home to make some waffles and strawberry goo (just blended up strawberries) with whipped cream.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Delicious!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">We then ate our cupcakes while we had a Modern Family marathon of glory.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">You could probably say that was the best birthday ever.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Well, maybe if it included Ticket to Ride, my favorite game ever, but I forgot about it!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > I had made all these plans to make Mike my Ticket to Ride slave for an hour or so. I'm thinking he might have not reminded me of that plan on purpose. Oh well, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">that gives Mike a way to make my next birthday even better. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">You would think the wonderfulness would end, but it did not!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Next came family parties, which included beloved mall gift cards, and giant package in the mail, which came full of denim jackets, iTunes gift cards, water bottles, delicious granola, puzzles, and many other assorted, glorious gifts.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Then, after that, a delightful afternoon with my dear, dear friend who stuffed me full of my favorite popcorn, cookies, skookies, smoothies and chick flicks.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Cupcake keychains and cupcake necklaces soon followed.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">What girl could ask for more?<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><span style="font-size:100%;">I love being 25.</span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-42340187153634663182011-04-25T12:39:00.000-07:002011-04-25T12:59:05.796-07:00Fun with Gmas<span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbroP57JHomaM2gwyc52pXznp_e0ZsHYmGpb7fqOkJJHqZ9ZylvjyZYtLKKDyV4oJmts8_MT4EFmIThK3gaVwldNnCsGsd6rnTfw_k9ETWOiNEPcB7QkD7nAg7TtgblU2HV3_LM9VRJd4/s1600/Gmas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbroP57JHomaM2gwyc52pXznp_e0ZsHYmGpb7fqOkJJHqZ9ZylvjyZYtLKKDyV4oJmts8_MT4EFmIThK3gaVwldNnCsGsd6rnTfw_k9ETWOiNEPcB7QkD7nAg7TtgblU2HV3_LM9VRJd4/s400/Gmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599612688655985074" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">From left to right, you will see Beetz, Grandma Stewart (my dad’s mom, lovingly called Easiest Grandma by my littlest brother who liked that it only took 3 minutes to drive to her house) and Grandma Andrus (my mom’s mom).</span></p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">When I invited them to go to Brick Oven with me, they we moderately excited to hang out with Beetz, Mike and me, but when I mentioned that the other Gma would be there too, they each went crazy.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">They were so excited to see each other.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span></p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Grandma Fun Facts:</span></p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >Gma A</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> played on BYU’s softball team when she went to college. </span></p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" >Gma S</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> is Romanian.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I can thank her for my skin that tans so well, but also for the notorious Bluga nose I inherited.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It has been watered down by a few genes here and there, but any family member can identify that I belong to the Bluga clan by this prominent feature on my face.</span></p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >Gma A</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> can crochet, cross-stitch and any other needlepointy art like nobody’s business.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She gave each grandkid an amazingly large afghan when they were born.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I’ve used mine every winter since I was small and that thing is still in great shape.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Thank you Gma A!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I love my afghan!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Keeps you nice and warm while still letting you skin breathe through the little holes.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Pretty yet functional. </span></p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" >Gma S</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> makes the best pies ever.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She is legendary.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Chocolate is my favorite, but other family members will contend that pumpkin, strawberry-rhubarb or triple layer lemon are the best.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">However, every pie she makes is wonderfully tasty, no matter what kind it is.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The crust is always perfect and it will be my greatest achievement to make one on my own that reaches the amazingness of hers.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Beetz and I make a pretty good team when we make pie crusts together.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I do all of the mixing of the shortening and flour, while she does all the rolling.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I hate the rolling and she hates the mixing, so it all works out well.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I’m trying to be brave and conquer the whole task on my own.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span></p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Confession:</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">When Mike and I first started dating, we had some of Gma S’s pie laying around at my family’s house.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I took him a piece and didn’t claim that I made it, but didn’t correct him when I knew he assumed such.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I wanted to impress him!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">An excellent piece of pie was sure to work in my favor in that area.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Did it work?</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The results would indicate such. </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Mike proceeded to then tell his grandmother that his new girlfriend is the best pie baker ever.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">When Mike and I got married, his grandmother said that since I was an expert pie baker, I was assigned to bring “my” glorious pies to Thanksgiving dinner. I can make an ok pie on my own, but nothing like grandma’s.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I called Gma S up and asked if she’d help me make a couple of pies to bring to my new in-laws’ Thanksgiving.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">You can’t leave anything to chance on these occasions!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She was wonderful and helped me out.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Of course they turned out lovely and I was sure to give her most of the credit.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Even though the secret is out of the bag, the Cannon family still requests that I bring the pies to Thanksgiving dinner.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Mike, if you ever want to go to your family’s Thanksgiving, we better stick around close to Gma S so she can help me make the pies.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">No Gma S = no pies for Thanksgiving. </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I’m bringing cupcakes to Thanksgiving dinner if Gma S can’t help me. </span></p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >Gma A</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> grew up in Ely, Nevada.</span></p> <p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" >Gma S</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> grew up in Detroit.</span><span style=";font-size:85%;" > (Unconfirmed rumors that Gma S's brother was involved in the mafia there. Odds are, probably not, but it's fun to think about anyway.)</span></p><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >Gma A</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" >can conquer any puzzle any time. She could probably do one even if all the pieces were flipped of over and you just had the cardboard stuff showing.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><p style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" >Gma S’s</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> diet consists of 98 % junk food.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Candy, chips, cookies, cake, pie, anything like that you will find in her pantry.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Whenever we go visit, she always has a chip basket ready with nacho cheese to dip it all in, along with dessert for later.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She took me out to eat at her favorite Chinese buffet a few weeks ago.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I commented on how much I loved the vegetables.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She said, “Laken, I can’t remember the last time I even had a vegetable.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">They’re just so much trouble to cook.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I’d much rather eat Fritos anyhow.” The remarkable thing is that this woman is well into her 80s, but she’s still spry as ever, goes walking every day and needs help with very few things around the house.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I no longer have any premise or excuse when I tell my future children to eat their vegetables.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Apparently you do not need them to help you be healthy or strong or live to a ripe old age.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Fritos will do the same thing.</span><span style=";font-size:85%;" > </span></p><p face="georgia" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Gma S </span>is a Utah Jazz fan extraordinaire.<br /></span></p><p face="georgia" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p face="georgia" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">There are many more fun and interesting facts about my adorable Gmas.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-size:85%;">These are just a few.</span><span style=";font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" >Most important fact: </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I love my Gmas.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:85%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"> </p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-70901412920356873062010-11-06T15:29:00.000-07:002010-11-06T16:29:20.890-07:00Things I Adore, Things That Please Me<style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Sectio</style><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Since nothing that blogworthy has happened to me lately, I decided to just go ahead and list the things that I love in this life.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Most of these items or things are a part of my daily existence, so this will give you a good idea of what my life consists of lately.</span><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My job.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> I love PSD.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I love it with all of my little heart.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I love everything about it.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I love the people I work with.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I share an office with the most brilliant, stylish, sweet lady in the world. I look forward to going to work each day.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Just for example, last week I went to Provo High School.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">That catering class there was having a dessert contest.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Since I know the teacher fairly well, she let me and Beetz, who was tagging along, into the judging room where we had full access to over 75 delightful desserts.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">So many!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">As much as we wanted!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It was a glorious occasion.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Love you, PSD.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Love you.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">While not all of it is filled with cake and cookies, and includes long and sometimes less-than-thrilling Board meetings, I still love that job to pieces.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have it.</span><span style=""><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMz46fw9gb9tmcAmI07HdJF7j2kvcewqLMN2blD2u2rukIOtG5zzlPAeYxWF4LRrboBbGe6X5FRrZqU_jvG_LwstXsUTrYBMwrVJfgWFJt9Sqnxvo3vHgPa0FqM8HZmN3wlYIiI226S2U/s1600/desserts.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMz46fw9gb9tmcAmI07HdJF7j2kvcewqLMN2blD2u2rukIOtG5zzlPAeYxWF4LRrboBbGe6X5FRrZqU_jvG_LwstXsUTrYBMwrVJfgWFJt9Sqnxvo3vHgPa0FqM8HZmN3wlYIiI226S2U/s320/desserts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536568533509859682" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:78%;">See this? Times it by 14. That was my dessert tasting experience. Awesome.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sweet Tooth Fairy Bake Shop.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">While I had a giant debate occurred in my heart just barely, I ultimately decided that Sweet Tooth Fairy (STF) is the winner.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">For the past 4 months or so, Cocoa Bean Cupcake Café and Sweet Tooth Fairy have been waging a serious battle in my soul.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Who deserves my true loyalty?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I adore cupcakes.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Both sell cupcakes.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Both sell really good cupcakes.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I own T-shirts from both stores.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Multiple.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">However, upon writing this entry, I know Cocoa Bean does not supply me with the same kind of joy and thrill as does STF.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">However, I hope you will all be praying for me right now.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I am on a cupcake fast.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I used to eat at least two or three a week.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Not kind to the pocketbook or the waistline.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">How long will this fast last?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Not sure.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">But I can tell you Mike is much happier, as he does not appreciate the adorable, pint-sized confections like I do, and my jeans fell much happier too.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Favorite thing there – very hard decision – the marble cupcake (best of both worlds) and the pumpkin chocolate chip bar.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I know I will cry when they take it away, as it is only seasonal.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzEclV5IdlKDUo_pPYWHyhyvffaFKp7QuNgLVOkSkQ9bBoAbNtGXFkQsW9-p8hvF_EjoqWTPTdn9foUq4qwmDG9OBEXntY23NXBXAvkBjok6PmJ8a9qp8g9_Pa02wffvCktcqq9GRixU/s1600/sweet+tooth+fairy"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzEclV5IdlKDUo_pPYWHyhyvffaFKp7QuNgLVOkSkQ9bBoAbNtGXFkQsW9-p8hvF_EjoqWTPTdn9foUq4qwmDG9OBEXntY23NXBXAvkBjok6PmJ8a9qp8g9_Pa02wffvCktcqq9GRixU/s320/sweet+tooth+fairy" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536569178043608146" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Books.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Remember the wonderful woman I share an office with?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She’s the PSD’s Literacy Specialist, meaning she’s read every book in the world and also owns every book in the world.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I wasn’t too big of a reader till I met her.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Now she has me with a giant list full of books that I can’t wait to read.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Currently, I ‘m stuck on <i style="">Grapes of Wrath</i>.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I say stuck because it isn’t as quick-going or as easy to read as my ultimate faves, <i style="">Walk 2 Moons </i>or <i style="">Hunger Games</i> found in the juvenile literature section, like 93% of the books I read.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Love those.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Could talk all day about those. Hope to own 8 copies of each so I can loan them out to lots of people and share that glory that is in those books. In my defense, my office roommate specializes in those areas.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She’s not looking for books for old people, just kids.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She used to teach English at Provo High, so she always has teen books on the brain.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Not my fault.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcslY3C4023Snwx8c13oIeRbMsOLdp8plopWrLlxLzYdECZXTch9pVvCnHD02-AuR5cLWOsqqoJWSuz2LCxk5PiSPw7Ij_Vtsu2zEnT5-Uvnj6kAyOJxnS4Q0XJGysmZlzDxcdW82dGc/s1600/hunger+games"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcslY3C4023Snwx8c13oIeRbMsOLdp8plopWrLlxLzYdECZXTch9pVvCnHD02-AuR5cLWOsqqoJWSuz2LCxk5PiSPw7Ij_Vtsu2zEnT5-Uvnj6kAyOJxnS4Q0XJGysmZlzDxcdW82dGc/s320/hunger+games" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536569938986066306" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfQ979pyEtiFMGX_IraCZrPfEr93MZi_A3rnZfaGmOBBc_AQ90KGT-qJlyibI1yuKulUpmQ0T961nEMIhel6wRnFAD-wLlRFAroHvbh6qg2-ONo9bc4gHbpNeAI4FAQ6nA5YjwLvayBo/s1600/walk+2+moons"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfQ979pyEtiFMGX_IraCZrPfEr93MZi_A3rnZfaGmOBBc_AQ90KGT-qJlyibI1yuKulUpmQ0T961nEMIhel6wRnFAD-wLlRFAroHvbh6qg2-ONo9bc4gHbpNeAI4FAQ6nA5YjwLvayBo/s320/walk+2+moons" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536570082929119730" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pink Penguin PJ Pants.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >This could be my favorite article of clothing that I have ever owned.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >It is a combination of all things I love.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Pink and penguins.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >I’m cool with pj pants, but I’d honestly rather wear my favorite pair of beautiful brown trousers from Gap that I know I’d covet if I didn’t already own.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >However, pink penguins would not look very appropriate in a work setting, so if they have to be on pj pants, so be it.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >My family gave me these last year for Christmas.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >I try and stay in them as long as possible each morning, and are the first thing to come on my body after work.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Nothing beats my pink penguin pj pants.</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SlRCP-U7oiKDkIKDxX9cdSV5I6b6BN3xjqGruKZFzgBLDQ5uThhplsHKHZOU3Rgxjz9B47fKlx53U9Vl196P_PiJkIFtNfQtp2VyJ2hh1B3vM6qJ_rz3N0hxLg-VULciHb32yEsct3g/s1600/IMG_1266.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SlRCP-U7oiKDkIKDxX9cdSV5I6b6BN3xjqGruKZFzgBLDQ5uThhplsHKHZOU3Rgxjz9B47fKlx53U9Vl196P_PiJkIFtNfQtp2VyJ2hh1B3vM6qJ_rz3N0hxLg-VULciHb32yEsct3g/s320/IMG_1266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536571036740543602" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My Blanket.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><span style="font-size:85%;">Linus and I are kindred spirits.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The blanket I own is magical.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It knows what temperature I am and therefore acts accordingly.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">If I’m hot, he feels nice and cool.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">If I’m only a little cold, he only warms me a little bit.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">If I’m super cold, he warms me up all the way.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I don’t know how this happens or how it works.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Mike doesn’t believe any blanket could do that.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He even tried it once, but he still said it didn’t work.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It could probably be that this blanket and I have been together for a really long time and he just knows me so well.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I got him when I was sick in jr. high and my sweet Aunt Sue made it for me because my really old blanket might have repulsed her.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I my old blanket from birth and it had Muppet Babies on it.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I loved that blanket, but, I will admit, I did look quite ragged.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The Muppet Babies on that blanket were not longer recognizable.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She gave me this one and we’ve been together going on 12 years now.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I’ve been with it 3 times longer than Mike.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">No wonder he doesn’t understand how magical my blanket is.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">This blanket has been through everything with me.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">High school, college, marriage.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It’s been around me when I’ve felt the most happy and content, but has also helped soak up and wipe away my tears.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He’s been through everything with me.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I even took him to Germany to visit my family because I knew I wouldn’t last without it.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >I must have this thing to sleep.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >I like to have at least half of it wrapped around my neck.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >It sounds dangerous, but that’s how I like it.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Sleeping simply doesn’t happen when it’s gone.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Vacations are the worst, hence taking it to Germany for two weeks.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >If it falls off during the night, I somehow notice, grab it, and all is well again.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >One night, Mike fell asleep before he made it under the covers.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >He looked cold, so I thought I would be so sweet and put my wonderful blanket on him.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Big mistake.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >I went to bed a while later and attempted to get warm and snuggly with just my sheets.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >I had to snuggle with something as Mike was asleep and my blanket was elsewhere. </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >During the night I went to snatch if from him because I could not sleep, but couldn’t feel it anywhere, as it must have fallen off him sometime earlier.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >I didn’t want get out of bed, so I waited and waited to fall asleep.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >Never happened.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >After who knows how long, I got out of bed, retrieved it, and was able to fall asleep in no time.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >This blanket is magical.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >I have no idea what will happen when he reaches the stage my Muppet Baby one did.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >He’s already on his way, poor thing.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >All of the ties have come out, so all of the batting is one corner now.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >I think this makes my blanket all the more appealing because he is now a pillow AND a blanket.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It took a minute to get used to, but he is all the more awesome now.</span><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2hHGBJxuamexcciiFQC2xvLLq7JHZ-MlpSfOP5uH2y7tef07a-rEeDIWGsPt_nUPJicxlrnC7TkncMDieFYQl49zgaGOhb-U3luUUCQ0CBVeG5Vwy5VTtvTJOVV_EfIMjuyD5P4KbdIg/s1600/IMG_1267.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2hHGBJxuamexcciiFQC2xvLLq7JHZ-MlpSfOP5uH2y7tef07a-rEeDIWGsPt_nUPJicxlrnC7TkncMDieFYQl49zgaGOhb-U3luUUCQ0CBVeG5Vwy5VTtvTJOVV_EfIMjuyD5P4KbdIg/s320/IMG_1267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536571722566562018" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><span style="font-size:130%;">Kettlenetics.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><span style="font-size:85%;">Michelle Khai and I are best friends.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">We hang out about twice a week, hopefully.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">She continually inspires me with her ridiculously defined arms, calves and tummy.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">While our bodies might look really different, we’re basically the same because we both have the same bangs. She assures me that most of our activities together will “whittle away that muffin top” for sure.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I discovered Kettlenetics when I was visiting my family in Germany.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">My mom always has some sort of new exercise video laying around.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I never really cared too much about them until I saw the intriguing kettlebells (originated in ancient Russian Olympic training gyms, in case you were wondering).</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I was bored one rainy afternoon there and decided to give it a whirl.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Loved it.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Emailed Mike immediately and begged him to buy me my own set so it would arrive before I got home and I would never have to be without Michelle ever again.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoyQPRdZh_k0yRooYMW5LMsKmkP7nk-8rt3Hb3LpuF-GWRrMXI-7xXiUr7SJ9nzKfDWbvGCO1d56HmlVA0S0p-vUkCK7YZgtHHlGuKmK3q-V_lKFHp2Xg6I6r3ARZGejjVqukSSUBWVE/s1600/kettlenetics"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoyQPRdZh_k0yRooYMW5LMsKmkP7nk-8rt3Hb3LpuF-GWRrMXI-7xXiUr7SJ9nzKfDWbvGCO1d56HmlVA0S0p-vUkCK7YZgtHHlGuKmK3q-V_lKFHp2Xg6I6r3ARZGejjVqukSSUBWVE/s320/kettlenetics" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536572142454579138" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><br /><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><span style="font-size:130%;">Collective Soul.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><span style="font-size:85%;">Remember that kind-of-rock group that was kind of big in 2001?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I love them.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I discovered them about 2 years ago.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Mike and I were going to go on our first camping trip, which is a story in and of itself.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Never go camping in January in Utah.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Especially if it is your first time.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Just don’t do it.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Anyway, we were looking for some music to play during the car ride.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Pandora had played a few Collective Soul songs in the past and I gave them a thumbs up.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I officially committed and bought 2 songs on iTunes.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">If Mike had let me play them back to back, over and over, I would have been in heaven.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Now, I just can’t get enough of them.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Their new stuff, their old stuff, love it all.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdv0ePjWS1Nt76KJRVVAtD0SrHSJg2gMlvEZ0bgLF5z9pwsLce8xpcKJo7S7k-MFn4RFPtN7BHHpbWftumz-YGFeuh3M069Bwt2zYKkpsXVA3lGTNT6bHDo9ynEuzCdDbw8sTHzt1oBko/s1600/collective+soul.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdv0ePjWS1Nt76KJRVVAtD0SrHSJg2gMlvEZ0bgLF5z9pwsLce8xpcKJo7S7k-MFn4RFPtN7BHHpbWftumz-YGFeuh3M069Bwt2zYKkpsXVA3lGTNT6bHDo9ynEuzCdDbw8sTHzt1oBko/s320/collective+soul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536572873545242578" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><br /><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yogurt, Berries, and Granola.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I eat this at least two times a day.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I have all the supplies at work and at home. A cup of vanilla yogurt, some spoonfuls of berries, cover the top with granola, and you have a mighty tasty meal. This has now become what was once my pb and j to me.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I loved pb and j.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I had pb and j for lunch everyday and sometime for dinner for at least 15 years.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It pains me to tell you that I don’t appreciate pb and js anymore.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">This tragedy occurred just a year or two ago. I don’t know what happened. My continual craving simply ceased.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It’s not that I hate them, I could eat one just fine.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I just don’t crave them anymore.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It was really quite sad when it happened.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I had no fallback food.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nothing I could count on sounding good when leftovers for dinner did not appeal.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Yogurt, berries and granola have now filled that void for me.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHsCmH8qq-3lvuFsuV1FTWXfQm-GN646LlC1QiFpyHEoly-3U3C57fVn7AsT_pLbMRtf7NKTxGRjY1yr2uZCOvM9aphmAF91Yk0xGIiTXKQ6xrAcCpaKy4n72J6-9UOl4vJ3dPriVfC0/s1600/IMG_1268.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHsCmH8qq-3lvuFsuV1FTWXfQm-GN646LlC1QiFpyHEoly-3U3C57fVn7AsT_pLbMRtf7NKTxGRjY1yr2uZCOvM9aphmAF91Yk0xGIiTXKQ6xrAcCpaKy4n72J6-9UOl4vJ3dPriVfC0/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536573305720001842" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sticky Notes.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">At I work I am a sticky note fiend extreme. They are everywhere.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">In different colors.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">In different sizes.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">On everything. My computer, my desk, my window, my lamp, my desk phone and my cell phone.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I wouldn’t get a single thing done if it weren’t for those glorious, little inventions.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">One says ‘Please exercise when you get home.”</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Another says, “Remember the newsletter you send out ever term?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Don’t forget to do that.”</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Things I am bound to forget if I don’t have it staring at me all day.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Most of them are work related, but one or two are bound to have things that that I need to buy at the grocery store that week that popped into my head while I was typing up a news release or something.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sticky notes have saved me my job, my household and my sanity.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Thank you 3M.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYdMhlnH0ywag5H1q78yDTpsTcU0AMJi3YKgn1rSc1uEoFhOY26T7wICPc9tqIaBZWBEM5vSUehFoGr7hA_Vjp7F_qGmH1RHMgrJrVfg_uZMedAhRCUABtmM2eg9XsBLrCjNMCCtTyJw/s1600/IMG_1237.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYdMhlnH0ywag5H1q78yDTpsTcU0AMJi3YKgn1rSc1uEoFhOY26T7wICPc9tqIaBZWBEM5vSUehFoGr7hA_Vjp7F_qGmH1RHMgrJrVfg_uZMedAhRCUABtmM2eg9XsBLrCjNMCCtTyJw/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536574321795511042" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">MAC Makeup.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">All of the ladies at work use MAC.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">They always look fabulous.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I had an eyeshadow from MAC when I was in high school, but never really used it because I didn’t want to wear make up back then.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I was a hobo, despite my best friend’s gentle suggestions (sorry and thank you to Brianne who never gave up on me).</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It wasn’t until I entered Miss Salem that I discovered what a little blush, mascara and shadow could do for a girl.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I never looked back after that.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Doing my make up is now my favorite part of my morning, after eating my yogurt, berries and granola.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It is especially fun now because I know it’s still going to be there after lunch.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Before, that was not how things went.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It wasn’t like I rubbed my face all day either. My old makeup would simply vanish, dissolve, dissipate, leaving me very frustrated and gross-looking.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">MAC, however, not the case.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">That stuff stays put all stinking day!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Miracles! My life has never been better since I discovered MAC.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The downside is the price, of course.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I have a list as long as the Great Wall full of eyeshadows, lip gloss, brushes, primer, mascara, bronzers, and other make up necessities.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">My Laken Fund, my allotted monthly allowance, can only handle a couple eyeshadows and a lip gloss each time, so it’s going to take me quite a while to get to the stage where I feel fully stocked, but I’ll get there someday.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8HSuv9aCALhkcEd66ywaSAlB88ErBCYB8dsS_G70knGuo-nESt5TJ-1ZoVgUitXN-9A76IOwN3j41x1fZbS2pKP4eu1-4MPzmQPK7VTlfKFHFv9QL4Nj4L74U4LoC8YhqmYyTHramg0/s1600/mac+logo"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8HSuv9aCALhkcEd66ywaSAlB88ErBCYB8dsS_G70knGuo-nESt5TJ-1ZoVgUitXN-9A76IOwN3j41x1fZbS2pKP4eu1-4MPzmQPK7VTlfKFHFv9QL4Nj4L74U4LoC8YhqmYyTHramg0/s320/mac+logo" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536573821717979602" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br /><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mike.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">Last, but definitely most fave = Mike.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I love that boy.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He’s my favorite part about my life.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">While it is very normal to only see him for dinner and about an hour after, including most Saturdays and Sunday, I’m always so excited to see him and relish the time we have together.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">That boy works so hard.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I admire him so much for his dedication.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He hasn’t slept in for years.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He puts in an average of 16 hours a day at the library.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He still is magically able to do everything though.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He manages his demanding church calling, and still cleans and bathroom every week.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">In case you didn’t know,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">cleaning the bathroom is the worst chore in my mind.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I don’t know what happened when I was kid, but have always hated it.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I think it was because my parents always made me do it.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">For a long time I think it was because they never let me switch off with my younger sister.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">They said I did a much better job than she did, and therefore I was ordered to do it more.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The unfairness of the situation made me despise the job, and I don’t think I ever got over it.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Eventually she was put into the rotation, but the damage had already been done.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Mike is always so willing to do it, and he doesn’t even mind!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Thank you, Mike for always cleaning the bathroom.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">You have no idea how much it means to me.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I know he always tries his best to make me happy every single day.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">You know, I’m not sure that Mike has ever had a bad day.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">While I’m sure things have gone wrong for him, it never really gets him down and he does whatever he can to make sure everything is going well for me and does anything he can to make it even better.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He endures the decorative pillows on the couch, the strange order in which I must have laundry folded, and the inordinate amount of time I spend in the bathroom.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He is so good at complimenting whatever I make for dinner.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He always makes me feel really good about my blossoming cooking skills, which gives me the confidence to be brave and try new things.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He is so good about making our Friday night dates sacred and letting nothing get in the way of those.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">He always tells me I’m pretty even when I feel I am not.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Even though he has mountains of homework to push through, he’ll often text me during the day just to say hello and that he loves me.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Those are just few of the reasons why Mike is the best husband a girl could ever dream of, and I love him to pieces.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Thank you for being mine, Mike. I love you.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhIo-y9nWiQh-eSZjGHTYW4LbfsMjiFA6sm_VAKFePR_oBYZqAGLIHzrgySNhyphenhyphen6a9gYl9yRURQw9PbLqKmM351FZ0rcSq3afZ8p4xPqK7kRX9-QvTYOqtgG1u7oYkvA7CjYsIJZ5uSAgk/s1600/IMG_0201.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhIo-y9nWiQh-eSZjGHTYW4LbfsMjiFA6sm_VAKFePR_oBYZqAGLIHzrgySNhyphenhyphen6a9gYl9yRURQw9PbLqKmM351FZ0rcSq3afZ8p4xPqK7kRX9-QvTYOqtgG1u7oYkvA7CjYsIJZ5uSAgk/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536576538335053218" border="0" /></a><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span></p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-7873395541674876862010-10-26T21:37:00.000-07:002010-10-27T18:22:08.599-07:00Thanksgiving = Favorite<style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page</style><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Halloween = meh.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I could live my life quite comfortably without this holiday.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I’m a hobo and I don’t like to dress up, I’m trying to avoid candy right now, I hate carving pumpkins, and, since I don’t have children, the ones who come knocking on my door annoy me.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >However, one thing did amuse me this year.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >We went to the ward Halloween party on Saturday, and watching Mike in the donut eating competition was very entertaining.</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl0RF7qk3am5vsf954c2H8laeIXXfq9VGf6KWl9lt0_UxhRBOYuCfuGijQDkj8__k1nSJ4YZwNnthaoaCAftqrPfdaud8OE35Pj1C6s4WP-H1P82V56mB7vY9Ic_mRzPkCNZ1Y1kVIlUQ/s1600/IMG_1243.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl0RF7qk3am5vsf954c2H8laeIXXfq9VGf6KWl9lt0_UxhRBOYuCfuGijQDkj8__k1nSJ4YZwNnthaoaCAftqrPfdaud8OE35Pj1C6s4WP-H1P82V56mB7vY9Ic_mRzPkCNZ1Y1kVIlUQ/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532581107815151266" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Let’s fast forward to Thanksgiving.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I love this holiday.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Not only do I love feasting upon buttery rolls, graveyed-up potatoes, and dark meat, but I treasure that I get to focus on all of the wonderful blessings I have.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It has been my favorite for years now.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Dare I say more favorite than Christmas?</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Once upon a time, I was in high school.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">When I was in this stage of life, a friend gave me a gratitude journal.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I was instructed to write down 5 things I was grateful for each day starting a month before Thanksgiving arrived.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">One rule:</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">You many never repeat anything that you are grateful for.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">They all have to be new, different things.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I peeled off the cover that had assorted gratitude quotes on it and jazzed it up with NASCAR stickers, and then it quickly became something I was interested in.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">The first week was a piece of cake. </span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I thought of the usual things: water, house, clothes, NASCAR, Dexter (my beloved Honda Civic), food, etc.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Things got a little harder after that.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I had to keep my eyes open and be thinking about the good things God had blessed me with.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It was neat because I could really see God’s hand working to help me and answer my prayers.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I know I wouldn’t have noticed if I weren’t keeping careful watch for my gratitude journal.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Keep in mind that this didn’t happen right away.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Some of my entries were quite self-centered and ridiculous.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hence journal entry on Friday, November 21, 2003:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Glasses – only cute ones</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I can do pushups</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Caller ID</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Foosball</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I have eyebrows</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My assortment of curling irons</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Waffle Crisp</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I think it took me several years to grasp the concept of looking for God’s hand in my daily life.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">However, I caught on eventually, and I always look forward to pulling out my little gratitude journal each and every year.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My wonderful ward Relief Society had a complete activity centered upon these stellar things.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">We made the cutest journals ever, which was perfect, because my old NASCAR one was full.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">After making one at the activity, I became a psycho-crazy-journal-making fiend, making them complete with an inside cover pocket.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I have never been so crafty.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I discovered Aleene’s Super Thick Tacky Craft Glue of Glory (it even fixed my kitchen chair! Mike didn’t believe craft glue would work, but Aleene sure showed him) and went to town.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I have made probably about 2 dozen.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">My family, office friends, visiting teachees/teachers all have them, and I will probably make more before the week is over.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I can’t stop.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Here are a few.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">These, unfortunately, are not my finest work.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I sent the best ones to my family in Germany before I thought of taking a picture.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFFDPo78xZ0cxU6MFXWBkIJpFfbRjnLA0MzcfpdGhrx974O21K7se12wBm4xsTOkRZdqJQK_CJBpaleGrNsjupfoxNL5UO8UWz2QE3bjs-cfzpoVcpxurwXvRiYcOPAKBUl3Nvoy21fg/s1600/IMG_1250.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFFDPo78xZ0cxU6MFXWBkIJpFfbRjnLA0MzcfpdGhrx974O21K7se12wBm4xsTOkRZdqJQK_CJBpaleGrNsjupfoxNL5UO8UWz2QE3bjs-cfzpoVcpxurwXvRiYcOPAKBUl3Nvoy21fg/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532581660660075138" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc7wTDlOUhiBtRSM1JdN6yX-DuH_O-Yk09YsBgpU179oBbClOLyES-4G_mRlve7-xMKptwsmWgdNSMW-E987NnUEZibesaNepj33mE8xY9debK9-S6eQUY3FMwInz0T2FwKUIVauGAbE/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyc7wTDlOUhiBtRSM1JdN6yX-DuH_O-Yk09YsBgpU179oBbClOLyES-4G_mRlve7-xMKptwsmWgdNSMW-E987NnUEZibesaNepj33mE8xY9debK9-S6eQUY3FMwInz0T2FwKUIVauGAbE/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532581984846810098" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> </p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size:85%;">In case I wasn’t sure I got enough gratitudyness in, Mike and I constructed a Gratitude Tree on our front door for FHE.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Every day we each write a thing we’re grateful for on a leaf and put up two leaves a day.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">It may look a little bare right now, but wait until Thanksgiving.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">That tree is going to look sweet. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk82i2I_0qB-i4QpGcfpRlWCiXVq1Mjs7LdkmtIH9etNjXNs0oIobZ2XCQibwt_U6WS3YY_ZZwd2k70UIEhlzZyQct5jUlGZ70SaiozTR8LPMePwuyh8-ArUONUFQJefGl2fLqs-ltdA8/s1600/IMG_1247.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk82i2I_0qB-i4QpGcfpRlWCiXVq1Mjs7LdkmtIH9etNjXNs0oIobZ2XCQibwt_U6WS3YY_ZZwd2k70UIEhlzZyQct5jUlGZ70SaiozTR8LPMePwuyh8-ArUONUFQJefGl2fLqs-ltdA8/s320/IMG_1247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532582624748486578" border="0" /></a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"> </p><div style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">PS.<span style=""> </span>I have had this strange, sudden obsession with peanut butter cookies.<span style=""> </span>I’ve made three batches in the past two weeks and I simply cannot get enough.<span style=""> </span>No Halloween candy allowed, but cookies are always ok.<span style=""> </span>: ) I am loving these!<span style=""> </span></span> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZxmXl3SLH9sek1XpkCpa4XAcAdZEW75qUazAg8w4z4XpZxckkm5nVIDSJT7VEoR0BNYSh0Abod-sn0GfZgXWFHyvHYhon_pFi1gmKqR76XC2-vKlmMTtKTRgURPeUBPG-Bq0V50OI7A/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZxmXl3SLH9sek1XpkCpa4XAcAdZEW75qUazAg8w4z4XpZxckkm5nVIDSJT7VEoR0BNYSh0Abod-sn0GfZgXWFHyvHYhon_pFi1gmKqR76XC2-vKlmMTtKTRgURPeUBPG-Bq0V50OI7A/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532583255985221026" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: georgia;"> <style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <span style="font-size:85%;">While you’re looking, please notice the incredible countertops I have.<span style=""> </span>Where else but Wymount can you find seafoam green with gold flecks?<span style=""> </span>Um, probably nowhere.<span style=""> </span>Mike and I are some of the remaining few, even here, to have these beauties.<span style=""> </span>Despite their hideousness, Mike and I still think Wymount is the bomb.com.<span style=""> </span>Best place for students to live ever.<span style=""> </span>Ok, maybe it’d be the best if it had a washer and dryer. And a dishwasher too.<span style=""> And some sort of bathroom counter space for my assortment of curling irons. </span>Ok, maybe it’s not so awesome.<span style=""> </span>Good thing it’s gratitude time!</span> </p> <span style=""> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="file:///Users/admin/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///Users/admin/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="file:///Users/admin/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///Users/admin/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-5.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///Users/admin/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-6.png" alt="" /></p>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-26966281083422885752010-10-11T21:02:00.000-07:002010-10-11T22:07:07.633-07:00Fear of Having ChildrenLast night I went to a Relief Society fireside.<br /><br />Before that I was at my wonderful Gma Stewart's house and having a wonderful time chatting about olden-day Halloween costumes, pretzels, and childhood memories of getting in trouble. My confession was drawing on the kitchen table in permanent marker when I was 4 and not fessing up after extreme parental interrogation for 3 days. Mike's was dumpster diving at the age of 5, finding and treasuring a car battery, and throwing discarded steak knives into trees. I was having a really good time with Mike, my sister JayneAnn (lovingly called Beetz), and Gma. I was so tempted to just stay at Gma's and eat more of her crab salad and crackers with nacho cheese and ignore that the fireside was going to happen. However, I left only 5 minutes later that when I told myself I should.<br /><br />So at this fireside, that I was only 6 minutes late for, a lot what was said was talking about how lucky we are to be sealed to our families forever through our wonderful temples. This is especially wonderful because I am sealed to Mike. The one problem = I have an extreme fear of having children. Really. Not the whole raising them thing. That sounds like a piece of cake. I am deathly afraid of the whole labor and delivery part. Nothing sounds worse in the world to me. I told Mike I'd rather swallow 20 living spiders than go through that. I don't know why I'm so afraid, I just am. How am I going to be sealed to my whole family if I'm too scared to bring them into this world physically? Please let the stork story be true! You know, I'm scared of lots of things:<br /><br />1. Giving birth (obviously)<br />2. Running out of gas<br />3. Spiders/Snakes/Bug Things<br />4. I am Legend zombies<br />5. Burglars<br />6. Getting a really bad bang trim<br />7. An earthquake happening while I'm in the shower<br />8. Losing my eyeliner or mascara.<br /><br />All in that order. Not even joking, going through labor tops all of those. You think I am kidding, but I am not.<br /><br />Just last week I was at Centennial Middle School. Part of my job at Provo School District includes going to various events to check out the things kids are doing. I take pictures of them doing scholarly things, then post stories on PSD's web site. Cool, right? This particular event at Centennial was a healthcare career fair for high schoolers in Provo and Alpine districts. Lots of doctors and nurses from all sorts of hospitals and departments were there. Kids could pick two or three they wanted to hear about and listen to them talk about their field. By pretending to be a real photographer, I needed a decent photo op to put on the web. I heard the labor and delivery class was having kids touch placentas. Very gross, but better than some dude standing next to a boring Powerpoint. I thought that while I was there, I should learn more about this whole delivering process. If I know what happens, I won't be as scared, right? This sounded very logical to me. I was standing in the back of the classroom, waiting patiently for the placenta to be passed around. Since I was wearing a pair of my more uncomfortable heels, I thought I should sit down in a spot in the back. Things progressed and the nurse talked about more uncomfortable things. Dilating, how to tell when the unborn baby is stressed, umbilical cords, etc. These probably wouldn't gross out a normal person, but they sure made me feel weird. Due to my extreme fear of needles, I was a good girl and closed my eyes for the epidural part. However, I knew things were still going downhill. Since I tend to pass out when faced with strange, medically situations and all needle pokings, I had a good idea where all of this was going. I tried to do all the things my doctor told me to if I felt like passing out:<br /><br />1. While sitting, put your head between your knees.<br /> Didn't help.<br />2. Breathe slowly and deeply.<br />Not working.<br />3. Get as close as you can to the ground so you don't get a concussion when you drop.<br /> Maybe?<br /><br />The next thing I remember I was sweating all over the place and there were three or four nurses around me asking me my name, where I was, and if I felt like throwing up. Awesome.<br /><br />Luckily I happened to be at a healthcare career fair, complete with EMTs. Two gentlemen promptly rolled a stretcher through the class, lifted me onto it, and wheeled me through the sea of gawking high school-aged eyes. As they wheeled me away, I tried to pretend I was dead on the stretcher because it would be easier not to cry of embarrassment if I was dead. That actually helped. I better not see any of these people ever again. Students included.<br /><br />I had an EMT, who looked like a younger, and shall I say more handsome?, version of Antonio Banderas call Mike to retrieve me. These people proceeded to do all sorts of tests on me. I told them over and over that I pass out when medically things scare me. Not a big deal. Just really, really, really, really embarrassing.<br /><br />Mike was at the school in record time. Everyone was exceptionally nice to me. The nurse put in charge of watching me ended up being the mother of a kid I went to high school with. It all turned out fine. This is for my mom: Don't worry. I went to the doctor after. He said I didn't have any heart or seizure problems. I just have a strangely strong reaction to medically things. My body is fine. In case you are wondering, passing out will not happen while I'm driving because I will not encounter gross medically things on the road. There is a country song I like that talks about all of the bad things that happen to a guy in a day, including a part about having to go to the dentist, but I always change the station when it gets to the numbing shot part. Promise. While I'm sure you will worry, there is no logical reason for you to do so.<br /><br />So this experience did not help me in wanting to have children. It only made it worse, if that was even possible. Flashback to the fireside, where I'm lamenting that storks no longer bring children to moms and dads. As I was sitting there, sad about my amazing wimpiness, an extremely wonderful, glorious, divine and amazing thought came into my head,<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">"Laken, I know you're scared of giving birth, but it's going to be ok. I promise. It will turn out just fine and you will do great. I'll be with you every step of the way."</span><br /><br />I know Heavenly Father was letting me know He cares about my weird concerns, and I know He wants to help me with them. I was so grateful I went to that fireside so I could be in a place where I could feel the spirit and be able to hear that really comforting message that I really needed.<br /><br />While I know a little Cannon will not be running around any time too soon in the future, and I still feel a little scared about the whole process, I know that everything will be ok. I didn't know that before. Running out of gas can now move to the top of my scary list.Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-16697477156953782962010-10-09T21:33:00.000-07:002010-10-26T22:09:47.190-07:00Let's Try This Again...As the evenings where I am home while Mike parties it up at the Lib increase in number, I have discovered that exercising and reading can only entertain me so long. This poor, neglected blog will frequently come to mind. While I am fully aware of the fact that my life is a little more dull compared to the next, why not?<br /><br />Since the last post, mucho has happened in our little lives.<br /><br />1. There was the whole law school application thing. Mike received zillions of stellar options, and most had some sort of scholarship attached. Awesome, right? Yes. However, we Cannons like to turn fun decisions into long, drawn-out, complicated processes. After months and months of deliberation, including around 83 pro/con sheets and me developing several ulcers over the matter, we/mostly he settled on staying right here in Provo to go to BYU (which thrilled me beyond belief).<br /><br />2. First year of law school = a blur. Mostly Mike = absent. Sad for both of us. Work at my favorite Provo School District (PSD), hanging out with my family, and finding a strange, new love for cooking (thanks to watching Julia and Julie), made things better. Never fear, his insane studyingness paid off. That boy is brilliant/the hardest worker ever. He did really well and was offered two very lovely internships in Salt Lake that summer. Awesome. Surprised? Not really.<br /><br />3. My dear family, who kept me so entertained, vamoosed from lovely Salem, Utah and settled back down in Nansdeiztweiler, Germany. Random, yet cool? Yes. My father is now doing IT stuff for an Army hospital there. My siblings now enjoy early morning seminary (heh heh), but also tennis tournaments and EFY in London, school trips to Switzerland, and other insane opportunities. While they do have to get up at 4:45 each morning, they get to do the coolest things that I never dreamed of as a little high schooler. While I miss them dearly, it is really fun to hear about their adventures trying the food, trying to fit Mrs. Norris, our beloved, giant Astro van, into parking spaces literally meant for Smart Cars, and other assorted fun. I had a lovely time visiting them for a couple weeks over the summer.<br /><br />4. Mike and I have a sincere and deep love for Glee. Artie and Kurt top my list of favs, but I envy Emma's adorable clothes and hair and try to copy her all of the time.<br /><br />5. I had my gallbladder removed. Probably one of the best days of my life. Not only did my stomach stop freaking out, but my strangely diseased gallbladder kept messing up my liver, which didn't cause any serious damage, it just made it want to have weird allergic reactions to things causing me to be extremely rashy for a few months. Gross/weird/so glad that's over.<br /><br />6. Summer flew by. Mike worked hard at his fun internships at Chapman and Cutler and then at Parr Brown. Never heard of these firms? Don't worry, neither had I. Parr Brown = lots of social events. Some of them were quite amazing, nearly all of which I was invited to as well. We're talking concerts, including Paul McCartney, movies during the work day, going out to fancy restaurants, over night stays at Sundance, and many, many more. Insane.<br /><br />7. Law school year 2. Our lives and sense of time now revolve around law school things, job application deadlines, etc. The whole month of September = Mike running around the country for interviews. He was gone at least one night a week in various cities including Dallas, San Diego, and New York City. We feel so lucky to have had these interviews, but we were both getting real tired of them at the end. It was so weird/wonderful to have him home there at the end! Thank heaven I had JayneAnn, my adorable sister, back from Germany to work and college it up, to shop, party, and eat cupcakes with me.<br /><br />Success was had in all of these places and he received summer internship offers from at least one firm in each place. In law world, wherever you perform your second summer internship will 99% be the place you will work for once you graduate. Remember how we love to make fun decisions into hard and difficult ones? Please refer to #1, except no ulcers were involved this time. We only had about two weeks to deliberate on this one, instead of 9 months like before. Thank heaven. Through much prayer, fasting, and temple visiting we both felt that Dallas would be the best fit for us. While people question our choice when we could have had San Diego or NYC, we feel really good about it. Hopefully it will all work out. Of course it will! At least that's what I tell Mike all of the time. Can you see me as a Texan?<br /><br />Forever long? Yes. Sorry.<br /><br />Now you are officially caught up on our life and what in heavens name is going on, hopefully making other things make sense.Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836778559209949192.post-29700479237052178912008-11-27T18:27:00.000-08:002010-10-09T21:33:16.315-07:00Having a happy Thanksgiving at Grandma Cannon's house!<br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxeb6XUIDRsnQu1XRDbaAuTmEH9AfEexK-0cmnfXzyFw0_7OcXxaUqSRS0rE7ihr1HCHaArTPLqz0JHW1N3chkb5yJ64cqKpI7clfjAOXO7yr3qfEF0i95urb4Vw6o34vrbtVZYuK3Xg/s1600-h/DSCF0259.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273529798737384498" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxeb6XUIDRsnQu1XRDbaAuTmEH9AfEexK-0cmnfXzyFw0_7OcXxaUqSRS0rE7ihr1HCHaArTPLqz0JHW1N3chkb5yJ64cqKpI7clfjAOXO7yr3qfEF0i95urb4Vw6o34vrbtVZYuK3Xg/s320/DSCF0259.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6mPqUi4QAd0l0wb_JJwlWuLeVIehyphenhyphenCSATZZB4_EsEwPc7lUOm3R-8DIGQf41odCpSpocROTBZlC9DOyIZDxWXjbY6iYvyneCuQNYxR8njkw8kHAT3p3iV93ftLQQpfIN3JOtwJ7UiKwo/s1600-h/DSCF0287.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273530521418830546" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6mPqUi4QAd0l0wb_JJwlWuLeVIehyphenhyphenCSATZZB4_EsEwPc7lUOm3R-8DIGQf41odCpSpocROTBZlC9DOyIZDxWXjbY6iYvyneCuQNYxR8njkw8kHAT3p3iV93ftLQQpfIN3JOtwJ7UiKwo/s320/DSCF0287.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Mike and Laken Cannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930627434225349964noreply@blogger.com4