It's all Ruth's fault

It's 3 AM and dear RUTH has tagged me to randomly post things about myself. 3 AM might not be the best time to be doing this......But I'll just do it anyway. But if it sucks.... it's not my fault. K?
1) I refused to wear jeans until I was 12 because I thought they felt "weird". I remember in first grade we were told to wear a white tee and jeans for a program and when I raised my hand to tell my teacher "I don't have any jeans.", she just looked at me really weird.

2) I now have two DSLR cameras, Shelly(Pentax) and Ike (Nikon), and it makes me feel "legit" even though they are not really highly professional cameras. I want to go take a million fall photos with Ruth, but I do worry a teeny tiny bit that she will be an amazing picture taker because she is just AMAZING at everything and I'm only amazing at being a picture taker. But it really is just a teeny tiny worry...

3) If I could only read three book series for the rest of my life, they would be Harry Potter, Anne of Green Gables, and Little House on the Prairie . But the only movie I like out these three in Anne of Green Gables....

4) I plan to name almost all my children after book characters. I say almost because I think I may want to name my first boy "Kris" after my brother, because he is named after my mother's brother. Though I may have to not do this if he still plans on calling my daughter "Ken", if I name her Kennedy >:/

5) I am a very critical judge when it comes to wedding announcements.... please don't make yours ugly. There is no shame in asking some artistically person to design it for you. Hmmm... now that I have written this out loud, most likely karma will bite me in the butt and I will have an ugly announcement when I get married.

6) I have tried for the past year(s) to make a successful website for my Photography......but I have yet to create one I feel looks "professional" :/ This really really bugs me.....you just have no idea.

7) It is almost 4 AM.... How did it take me an hour to write this????

I know you think that last one is is a cheap random fact but oh well... time for bed. Plus 7 random facts? why 7? that's the most random thing.
Oops! I have to tag three people to also be random!
I choose..... Amy, Katie & Chelsea

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Please just Let this week end.

Responsibility is a Big word.
It has a Big meaning too.
Sometimes I feel like all my Responsibility
gets used on the wrong things.
This week has been horrible and full rocky moments.
I'm sick of tripping and falling.
I think I will just lay here on the ground until next week.

I'm Kinda LUCKY

This is Ruth.

She is UBER talented

and

One day she will be FAMOUS

Her music is

AMAZING*

every day

and for

any mood

one might be in.

BUT!

She is EXTRA amazing

after one

has had a VERY bad day.

*For more AMAZING-NESS

http://www.youtube.com/user/Rutipie

http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/ruthievon.music

I love to write letters,

yet I deeply struggle with sending them.

Most are enveloped and stamped...

yet they sit in my room,

in my "secret" drawer

full of unsent letters.

There just something too final

about closing my little

notes

in a metal box

surrounded by bricks

for my liking.

Maybe if I had a more happy

mailbox,

using a mailbox would be easier :/

Rebellious&Mean

Today I feel like I'm a horribly mean Nanny....

Aidan has defiantly been on a rebellious act today,

and I have retaliated with a mean act.

He is driving me crazy!

...And I'm sure I'm driving him crazy.

I could easily Blame it on:

*We both woke up on

the wrong side of the bed.

* Catholic Schools give to much

homework to 2nd graders

* My 5 hours of sleep.

* and the thought that maybe

we shouldn't make children bathe,

in fact we should just

let them roll around in mud 24/7

Or maybe I could take a deep breathe

and remind myself that:

*It's tough being a kid

* I never liked math either.

* I also hate getting up extra early to take

a semi-warm shower.

* I got to read Harry Potter

today, while he had to sit in class.

* I was rebellious at 8.

* Aidan has many good quality

that I enjoy.

and most important

*This day will come to an end

and we can try for a better tomorrow.

I think now I will end this Post,

Take one more calming breath,

walk up to Aidan's room,

where he has been sent

to think over this

behavior,

and we can talk about went

wrong today.

Maybe then we can both say

sorry, come downstairs

and have a brownie.

Wish me luck!

Well...maybe only the boys...

My Children May Just Be Named After TV Characters:)

-Chandler

-Joey

-John Carter

-Luka*/ Luke

* My child might be mocked if I call him "Luka"...

-Jesse

-Rob

Friends/ER/GilmoreGirls/Survivor.

Meanwhile....

I never knew I could be so excited to start school!

But I am.

I need some social interaction

with people above the age of 3.

I also feel the urge to watch Winnie the Pooh.

So, TTFN!!!

Ta Ta For Now

Larry Agrees with Me

Let's just start by saying,

I am NOT one of those neat and tidy people.

My room(s) are disasters.

I don't use my closet

as much as i seem to use my floor.

and I'm very sorry to

anyone who has every had

to ride in my car

*especially the back seat....

Kam and Ruth should get medals of bravery.

They are back their the most.

Those things I will willing agree

with my mother are full of Clutter.

What don't we agree on?
My Photo "Props."

Mother views them as "Random Clutter"

I view them as Beautiful.

* It's like Lilo's picture of Fat people

" Aren't they beautiful?"

Mother doesn't see the great joy in keeping

2 giant fake pumpkins in the garage.

and

she REALLY doesn't

enjoy my ledge of

"things"

by the computer.

I find great comfort in my

yellow phone,

boxes of nick-knacks,

baby guitar

and of course

Larry the Dinosaur

being right by me as I edit photos

and dream of new photos to be taken.

Besides, I keep most of my teacups, clocks,

coat, dresses, flowers,

umbrellas, balloons, hair pieces,

and hats,

OUT of the

computer area.

... and scattered other places in the house ;)

This post as no point except

to help me procrastinate

cleaning up my

"Things".

So post comes to an end

and I might just go put my things away.

Except Larry.

I need Larry.

My Wall of Props:)

Nick-knacks, Larry, nick knacks, Phones, letter to Andy,bucket,Guitar

Snap

I want to do a big photo-shoot.

Like a GIANT one.

20 people at the least.

I just want to snap pictures

of them interacting.

getting to know one another.

laughing.

talking.

smiling.

even glaring:)

I want to save the

tension

excitement

nervousness

joy

and

spazzyness

people give out when they meet for the first time.

In my head it is a glorious thing:)

Uh....

I don't know how to paintball...

I find Paintball enthusiast a bit scary..

I've seen the bruises it leaves...

and I don't do well with Guns....

So why did I tell him I can't wait to go?

Uh....

Tonight I looked.

Some times I look in the mirror

and I'm happy with what I see.

with who I am

Other days I look in the mirror

and can only sigh.

I love the days when I'm completely

happy.

When I having so much fun with friends,

surrounded in laughter and happiness

I completely forget

about my worries from:

an hour ago

Yesterday

last week

last month

last year.

Then the simplest thing shocks me back into reality.

But the shock is old.

and the next minute my

mind and heart go

back to the

laughter

smiles

love

friends.

And I know that

some of my worries

from the past

and gone for good.

That's what a good night is made of.

Tonight I look at my messy hair,

the black head on my face,

my worn out sweater

and to large tank-top

and I don't think I have ever looked better.

Happiness makes you beautiful.

Goodnight Friends.

Tonight I worked on making a

Photography Blog.

It's looking OK...

but I can't help feel

discouraged when I see

other photographer's blogs.

They all look so fresh

and amazing.

Mine to me isn't looking

so fresh...

or amazing.

Hopefully I will get better at designing

me blog.

Feel free to check it out.

http://kaylacannonphotography.blogspot.com/

I HAPPILY welcome

any constructive criticism

you can offer to help me out!

TangledER

Hmmm.

I have to many emotions

to contain inside today.

I can feel it.

Pushing against my heart.

Running around my head.

Spilling out my eyes.

This is not what I meant to write about.

But that's what came out.

P.S. I now have feathers in my hair:)

P.S.S I watched Tangled.

I laughed...

I cried....

I want a chameleon.

P.S^3 there is a knife on the top of the car port...

should I be worried?

Garden HOE!

Monday while shopping at Winco

I noticed seeds were on sell.

30% off!

I of course bought some.

Problem: Me and Green Thumb-ness don't mix....

That didn't stop me though from going to Home Depot and buying

a 72 cell seed starter.

Yes.. 72.

Why do i need 72?

uh....

So my peas, corn, tomatoes, pansies and catnip

are planted,

watered.,

watered again,

and continue to be little black mounds of squishy dirt....

Then again it's only been 3 1/2 days.

the packets said it takes 8-12 days to "germinate"

but I'm not the patient kind.

Hence the most logical reason for my Non-Green Thumb condition.

But once more I continued on

blatantly ignoring my condition.

For example.

Today I weed whacked.

yes

you read right.

I,

Kayla M Cannon,

weed whacked for the

very first time

in my

WHOLE

life.

And I did it in shorts.

Why did i weed whack?

Because the area in my backyard

that was designed by

hopefully

delusional people

to be a garden

if full of

thigh high

weeds.

It's like a jungle.

Maybe I should have gotten a tiger instead of

a 72 cell seed starter kit.

And said jungle will have to be removed

so that my 72 cell seed starter kit

will have some where to be deposited when( if... ) they grow.

SO out a went and weed whacked.

My fathers departing words were

"When you cut yourself, come in, and I'll take you to the ER"

but my weed whacking adventure contained no blood.

Now i have a 2x8 foot area of ground that looks like

it's been given a very bad hair cut.

Social Class.

Life in the day

Ash Wednesday was Yesterday.

I had no clue until I picked up

Aidan at school.

All moms were dressed in their Sunday Best

I was dressed in a hoodie and Jeans.

Cue: Stink Eye part 1

Aidan had "dirt" on his face.

I tried to wipe it off his face.

Cue: Melt down.

Aidan hysterically

started to scream

"I CAN'T THINK OF JESUS WITH OUT IT!!!"

oops... It was Holy Ashes

Cue: Stink Eye part 2

Once calmed,

Aidan peered at my face and asked

"Where are your ashes?"

I told him I didn't have any.

"Why didn't you go to church?"

I explained that I wasn't Catholic.

"Non-Believers go to Hell."

Cue: Time to go.

Realization

This evening as

I put together paperwork for photo shoots,

edited and looked through

my vast collection of folders

I realized something.

I never take photos

of my family.

I have taken the quick snap shot

of birthdays, vacations and

family outings.

but I have never

taken

an artistic one.

I've never once asked for their

help or time

when it comes

to my photography

projects,

hopes,

dreams

and goals.

I feel kinda ashamed of myself....

Song of the Night: Piano Man- Billy Joel

Day 2: Krystal

Today my best friend turned 19!

How we meet is simple and quick.

All through our childhood we lived

three streets away

went to the same schools

and attended

church

in the same church building...

I never meet Krystal

until we were 14.

9th grade year

was my first year at OJHS

without my ward/neighborhood friends

Kylee and Bekah.

Luckily on my first day of school

in A2 sewing class

I meet

Krystal Karns.

Though she thought

I was a bit of an annoying know-it-all

and I thought her to be

a bit too shy and quiet.

We managed to become fast friends.

Thanks to the help of B3 Seminary too.

To be honest I don't remember a lot about the

exact moment I met

Krystal.

I know she was wearing a

pink shirt

and she smiled a lot

and showed me her super cute

poke-a-spotty

fabric.

But other then that It seemed

like your run of the mill

meet and greet

in a new class.

I know... I know...

You would think I would remember

more about meeting my best friend.

But it wasn't how we meet that

made us best friends.

It was the days to follow

and to come that made us best friends.

Sewing troubles brought on

our first laugh.

Gilmore Girls

brought on our first hang out.

Our Dads

brought on our first tears

Krystal's Daddy was sick,

My Daddy was sentenced to 3 years

and 3 months into the school year

Krystal brought on my

first pang of fear.

The fear I was going to loose her.

When Krystal told me one day in A2

that her family was thinking about moving

Heber,

I realized then how much

her friendship meant

to me.

There was no one else like

Krystal Karns.

She already was

my dearest friend.

Luckily she didn't move.

For four years now Krystal has impacted my life.

If I was to write down everything that was special about her

this blog post would never end.

I love everything about her.

The way we seem to

have our own silly

language.

The way she offers me

her shoulder when I cry

The way she rates the boys I date.

The way she cares about me

even when I don't

deserve her.

The way she understands

my needs for

ducks, chickens and all fowl

The way she tactfully made

sure I was never alone

for long

when my mom had to work late.

The way she huffs at me when

she's annoyed with me.

The way she lets me spread my wings

and bandages me up when I fall.

The way we share the fluffy pillows.

They way she understands

that I need LOTS

of sweet'n'sour sauce

and how fresh fries

and nuts on sundaes are a MUST!

Simple thing with us become magical.

Because we are best friends.

All the bumps, lumps and pot holes

of life will be weathered

together.

All the loving, exciting and wonderful things

will be shared.

We aren't perfect.

we don't always get along.

but we find our way back

to each other every time.

I'm so glad I have Krystal.

That's all that really matters.

Love ya Friend

A Very Happy Birthday

to You!

Im Long winded....SORRY!...Here's...RUTH!

Day 1: Ruth

The very first time I met Ruth was in

Mr. Negro's

Sophmore Honors English Class.

Mr. Negro loved Ruth.

Ruth did not love Mr. Negro
Nor do I think she enjoyed

our class full of snots.

She sat kiddie-corner to me

and seemed to project

an air of sophistication
around her, that made me

afraid to speak to her.

(Ruth's look of Sophistication)

I first spoke to Ruth

when were put in

the same group to

play Apples to Apples.

She asked my name,

smiled and then promptly

turned to talk to her

neighbor who went to

Junior High

with her.

Oh well.

Obviously our story doesn't end here

or else why would I be blogging about her?

Junior year came

and with it

came Spanish 2

Yikes...

I'm not sure how I

even passed

Spanish 1!

With Spanish 2

came

"Table Cliques"

Ruth sat up front with all the

popular sophisticated

smart Spanish learning people.

I sat at the table in the back with the

creeper guy and the girl who

spent all class writing swear words

on her binder.

:/

One day I happened to get

to Spanish class early.

Ruth watched my walk in the door

and quickly shouted my name

"Kayla!"

Who me?

Ruth, along with James and Andrew,

waved me over, smiled and promptly

asked me to sit at their table.

:)

I was feeling quite honored until

I was informed

that they were sick

of this one kid sitting with them

so they had to fill up the table quick!

Oh well...

at least I'm better then the

annoying kid.

It turns out that Ruth and her Spanish Smarty table

liked me enough to allow my to sit at their table

from then on.

They were quite nice,

and I learned that Ruth

wasn't as scary as I thought she was.

In fact she helped me all class period long

and would pull these funny faces

at me.

Life in Spanish was finally good:)

Until I had to switch periods...

dang.

Funny Faces like this :)

Ruth and my story would have ended here,

if it wasn't for

KAMERON!

You see all through

Junior Year

I became good friend with Mr. Kameron.

In turn

KamERON

was becoming good friends

with dear Ruth,

I just had no clue it was going on...

I guess I must be thankful for Kam's
lack of credit in Science:)

To make my already LONG

Blog post not so much longer

(aka make a long story short)

Kam and Ruth became

Good Friends.

~

Kayla and Kam

became good friends.

~

Kam leaves the summer

after Graduation to live in

Texas.

~

Kayla is a bad friend

and doesn't keep

in good contact with Kam.

~

Ruth is a good friend

and stays in contact with Kam.

~

Kam comes home.

~

Kam has new mystery friend girl!

~

Kam is no longer available

24/7

because he at times is with

Mystery Girl.

~

Kayla, Bekah and Jason

are HIGHLY

curious about said

mystery girl.

~

We finally figure out Mystery Girl is

RUTH!

~

So, because we are slightly spoiled and want

Kam to hangout with us

every time we are together,

we invite Ruth to come too.

~

Poor Ruth.

We probably scared her to death.

But she kept coming back.

(Maybe only because of her love for Kam...)

and she stuck with us.

~

Ruth and I were now

"Friends"

This is KamERON and Ruth

April found me in

North Carolina as a nanny and

I had left all my friends

back in Utah.

(Obviously...)

Strangely enough

Ruth was one of the few

who tried to stay

in contact with me.

She would text me funny pictures.

Message me on facebook

and always comment on

my photos.

I grew to appreciate Ruth

ALOT.

July came and

I was back in Utah.

Life in NC had gone Horribly wrong

and life now back in Utah

was going wrong too....

Enter: Ruth.

Me and Ruth :)

Ruth has impacted my life

because she cared enough

to listen.

She let me ramble, cry and pitch fits.

She let me talk her ear off

and she walked a million times

around Bonneville track

while I did it.

Since then

Ruth has been one of

my closest friends.

Ruth is willing to see the

good in me

when all I'm doing is showing

the world the ugly.

She will listen while I ramble

on about stupid fluff

and she will cheer

me up in a heart beat.

I'm sure I drive her crazy more then

half the time,

but she sticks with me.

I'm so glad I have Ruth in my life!

Once upon a time,

I was very impressed with Ruth's

idea of blogging about someone she loved

every day in February.

So Today i though

"Hmmmm maybe out there in the blogging world

there is a challenge for each month..."

BEHOLD! There is :)

(At least according to Blogie.com)

March: Everyday Blog about how you met someone

who as made an impact in your life.

At first I thought that was a very stupid idea....

But then I realized that it could be kinda fun:)

So I'm gonna do it!

Yay me!

Hopefully I don't bore you....

Ms. Lange

Lately I have been fascinated by Dorothea Lange.

http://myhero.com/go/hero.asp?hero=d_lange

http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/fsahtml/fachap03.html

http://www.shorpy.com/dorothea-lange-photographs

I feel like we share

the same view on photography.

Un-posed people are what show the true story.

"No subject can hold anything

that is false for them for long.

So you have to wait until certain decisions

are made by the subject.

What is he going to give the camera?

And the photographer,

what is he going to take?"

- Dorothea Lange

Ms. Lange makes me feel restless.

I want to travel around like her.

I want to take photos that capture the

true meaning inside of people's lives.

I just want to follow some one all day

and document their day!

I want my photos to impact American,

Like Ms. Lange's Migrant Mother did.

Migrant Mother - 1936
This Dorothea Lange's most famous picture.
This single picture ( after circulating all of the USA) convinced the U.S. Government to send 20 thousand pounds of food to the starving pea pickers in Nipomo, California.

I WANT TO MAKE AN IMPACT.