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!