tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66341459815692195472024-02-20T10:39:37.492-08:00kd&lDana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-24970046981592056452014-10-22T15:33:00.001-07:002014-10-22T15:33:18.241-07:00Catch Up.<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well. It's been years. But seriously, It's been three years. It's terrible. I think of having a blog more of being a journal, and I feel bad that I have neglected it for so long. ALOT has changed since 2011. I want to be able to remember these moments, so here we go!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But first, here's a little catch up:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Kylan is a Sub-Regional Operations Manager for Vivint. He has lived in Nashville, Alabama, Kentucky, Kansas and Oklahoma! We did the long distance thing for 2 summers but this last summer I spent it in Oklahoma with him!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've been working has a professional photographer at a studio(s) and also got to do quite a bit graphic of design work. I loved it because graphic design was what I graduated in, so I got to do two things I loved everyday. I eventually moved up to be manager over photography and design. It was stressful, but so rewarding. And now I have my own card business on Etsy, called Lush Graphics.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We moved down to Highland from Logan 2 years ago, and we are still trying to figure out where we are going to settle down. We have honestly been "house hunting" for three years. I'm not kidding. It's our dream to pay cash for our first home, and it has been hard, but ultimately it will be worth it! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This September I gave birth to my sweet baby Leighton, who has given us so much joy. Believe me, you will hear a lot more about her!</span></div>
Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-54545533725917295302011-09-01T12:05:00.000-07:002011-10-02T20:23:02.045-07:00lately<span style="font-size: large;">A lot of big things are happening lately:</span><br />
We had our first anniversary, I can't believe it has been a year! We actually had to work/pack up on that day so we post-poned our celebration until after my surgery.<br />
We moved home to Logan, we returned to a nasty apartment that took us forever to clean, but otherwise we are so happy to be home! Ohio was really interesting. Toledo, like down town was quite scary. I was scared to walk around and even drive in a car. There is a lot of crime and poverty. It's sad to see. It's a really different experience to see when you have lived in Utah your whole life. Probably a third of the houses are deserted, burned down, or falling down.<br />
I get surgery tomorrow morning, I'm actually pretty excited to get this bump out of my neck because it puts a lot of pressure on my throat and it looks pretty gnarly.<br />
My brother leaves on a mission Sept 28th<br />
My sister gets home from her mission Oct 20th<br />
My husband and I made a beautiful fabric headboard.. I'll post pictures soon!Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-42552193374047747742011-08-01T16:32:00.000-07:002011-08-01T16:32:11.946-07:00BumpWell I got my biopsy two weeks ago and its not cancerous! They had to stick a needle in my neck a few times to retract the fluid, and I totally had a slight seizure and passed out. When I came to I had no idea where I was or what was happening. My dad said he has seen nothing like it. So - I don't want to go through that again. The doc still wants to take it out, along with half my thyroid. I have been trying everything I can to have it shrink, and it seems to actually get bigger. Which is sad. So my surgery is scheduled for Sept 3. <br />
Anyway I have been in lake Powell for a week with my family and I am moving OHIO tomorrow! I'm excited to see my hubby. I'm wondering how Ohio will be living there because Minnesota was so great.Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-46552693188887206292011-07-13T11:17:00.000-07:002011-07-13T11:17:45.116-07:00On the road again..We were able to go to Duluth a couple weekends ago and it was beautiful! Us girls went to the Glensheen haunted mansion (well I like to call it haunted because two people were murdered there) but it was so beautiful and big! We walked around the beautiful coast, and went to the harbor and watched a huge boat come in. It was a perfect place for a get away. Our office had some problems with licencing and other things so they decided to have us move to Toledo, Ohio. Well a few days before we were moving to Ohio a huge lump popped up on my neck. Since our insurance doesn't cover outside of Utah, I had to drive back with Cystal and Kynzie to get it checked out. It was a long drive (20 hours) but it flew by! I am so proud of us girls. So now I'm back in Utah, just chilling, looking for things to do. <br />
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Well I ended up going to a nose ears and throat doctor and I found out that I have a cyst inside 4 cm big cyst, in my thyroid. So its pretty big. Monday they are doing a biopsy on it and then sending it to get it tested to see if its cancerous. He said he is not to worried about it and its a low chance of it being cancerous. So I'm not to worried. BUT if its not cancerous, I need it removed since it is so big it is pushing everything out of place and making it hard to swallow. So they would have to take out the cysts and half of my thyroid (which kinda worries me) That means ANOTHER surgery. And anyone who knows me - knows don't do well with that. <br />
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Well anyway I'm home for the time being until I get things figured out. Already missing my husband and Minnesota. Minnesota is just beautiful and fun, and there are just so many things to do. I'm sad I'm gone. I'm missing the billions of huge, green trees, the baby rabbits, the city, the turtles, the walks, wildflowers, lakes, gardens, beaches, Mall of America, and the best restaurants. Hopefully we can go back one day.<br />
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(I'll add some pics as soon as I can)Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-84577837480316801122011-06-24T10:20:00.000-07:002011-06-24T10:20:00.337-07:00Elder Hancock<div style="text-align: justify;">Has been called to serve in the Carlsbad, California mission! He leaves September 28th. I am so happy for him. My sister gets home Oct 20th so they will just miss each other - and not see each other for 3 and a half years! Pretty crazy. But congrats buddy! We love you! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-6954313397525938672011-06-15T20:14:00.000-07:002011-06-15T20:21:18.554-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Well since I never wrote about our trip to Cali over spring break I decided to do it now before I forget. Kylan and I went to California with our friends Brian and Lindsey. See Brian and kylan had a little bromance going on for a while where they liked to do everything together, and I love Lindsey so it just worked out great. We were staying just 2 blocks away from Disneyland, so I convinced everyone that we should go there. Even with my bum foot, I was at the head of the pack. Kylan says that the only time I walk fast is at Disneyland and the mall (which is probably true). We also went shopping and to many many beaches.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Last Sunday we were able to go to Bryant Lake with all of our husbands. It is this beautiful warm sand bottomed lake. It was heaven. Then later that night we were dropping off kylan's tech at a house. While we were slowly pulling away, all of a sudden we hear a voice yelling something through my rolled-down window. I looked back and saw this teenage, African American boy chasing after our car, and then yells to me: "I'M GOING TO RAPE YOU!" Alright?? I was pretty scared at first but seriously, who would do that? So it kind of makes me laugh when I think about it. We also went to Como zoo, this free zoo in st. Paul, and they had these Japanese gardens that were amazing! I never wanted to leave.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">P.S. Sis Hancock gets home this Oct. and I could not be anymore excited! I am so grateful for her and I can't wait to have some more adventures when she gets back.</div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-51764242362572310862011-05-13T11:35:00.000-07:002011-05-13T11:35:44.559-07:00SkittlesI saw this the other day and i thought it was so funny! But you have to put your finger on the skittle!<br />
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</tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are living in Eden Prairie, just outside of Minneapolis. It was rated by money magazine to be the number one best place to live in 2010. And Minneapolis was rated number 4 best place to live in the summer! I love it here everything you need is just a minute away. It's been pretty cold here so we haven't seen much. (Besides the mall of America which took me three hours just to see the bottom floor.) Kylan has been real busy. He goes to the office at 9 a.m and comes home at 12:30 p.m. so I barely see him. Our apartment is indoors like a hotel, and we have a lot of Indian people in our complex who will just leave there shoes outside in the hallway (which is think is so weird because someone could easily steal them) and everyday we get a new smell from curry to garlic. I also found out that you can't idle outside of walmart here (which everyone does in Utah and I have no problem with it) they will write down your licence number and get mad at you. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Everyone talks a little funky here, but i love it. They say "beg" instead of "bag". The first time I heard, "Do you want the receipt with you or in the beg?" I was like, what the crap is she asking me? They always "bean" instead of "been", and "fer" instead of "for". Its great. They also have a million road/highways everywhere! they have exits off the right then the left, then it splits into three different roads. I get pretty scared driving, but everyone seems to drive pretty slow here so I'll be okay. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our first Sunday here was wonderful. The ward is amazing! The people here are so nice. Our ward is in Minneapolis and right after sacrament, EVERYONE came up to us and introduced themselves, got our numbers, told us about things to do here, etc. The funny thing was that there were so many people talking to us that we didn't even get to go to the rest of church because they were talking to us the whole time! Easter Sunday was so fun! I had hid candy all over the apartment (i have too much fun) for kylan to find and I video taped it all.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well good news: I am graduated and It feels so good to be done! I absolutely love graphic design so stinking much. For those of you that don't know, i transferred to BATC to finish my major there, and it was the best decision i ever made. Instead of taking 3 more years to finish plus putting in 40 hours a week, it took me 7 months for 30 hours a week! I was the fastest one to ever go through the program! I learned so much and I'm so happy about it. </div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-61745383005088531572011-03-15T09:59:00.000-07:002011-03-15T11:02:09.467-07:00Music MondayOkay, so I'm a slacker. Well I missed last week since we were in cali, and I'm posting this week a little late. (I'll post about cali soon enough) and p.s. we move in a month!!! So crazy. <br />
Here are Brandi Carlile and Ray LaMontagne who are both super great. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Design my own home </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Paint</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Keep working on gaining knowledge, even after I graduate in 3 weeks </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Become an expert on healthy/organic cooking</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Be on a episode of CSI</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Travel to Asia, South America, and Europe</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tell everyone how much I love/are grateful for them every chance I get</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love my career</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Go to some pretty sweet concerts</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Have babies (not for a while) and be the best mommy ever</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Keep a journal</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Go to the gym at least 4 times a week</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Service.. Lots of it </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Learn to sew</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Overcome my sharp-object-fear, fish-fear, and my when-i-see-gathered-circles-or-patterns-i-get-sick-and-pass-out-fear</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;">That's all i can think of right now but whoo! I have been on a roll lately!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;">Well, we are leaving for Vegas on Sunday, and then we are heading to Anaheim on Monday for four nights, then back to mesquite to stay with my family! We are going with our friends Brian and Lindsey Nelson, so it should be a fun trip! We are going to Disneyland and I'm so stinking excited. I finally convinced my husband to go. I just hope my poor, little, gimpy foot can handle all the walking we're going to be doing! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: small;">Also, We are moving in 40 days! It's so insane, I'm super excited just to be living somewhere else for a while. But on a downside my husband will be gone ALL DAY, like literally, he will be getting home probably at midnight every night. So my summer with consist of: laying out, shopping, playing games, photography, the girls, working out, arts&crafts, graphic design, and what ever else will tickle my fancy! I have such a rough life. </span></div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-23305581712983989702011-02-28T13:29:00.000-08:002011-02-28T13:29:50.151-08:00Music MondayI got inspired by my lovely friend Alex for this post. Music is one of my passions, but since I have gotten married, it is something I have seemed to forget. So I decided that I should do a little something for myself, and every Monday I will post a song that I am diggin at that moment. (Hopefully I can keep it up)<br />
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So here we go;<br />
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<em>Grace Potter and the Nocturnals: Tiny Light</em><br />
I love all of her music she is one of my favorites at the moment. She sounds just like singer from the 70's, someone my dad would definitely love. <br />
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<em>Adele: Rolling In The Deep</em><br />
Her new cd 21 is amazing, love this song and video. <br />
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I was running around barefoot on a cold night, and my feet suddenly swelled up and started itching. I would go snowboarding, and it would leave red, itchy, hives all over my body including my face! Holding anything cold would make my fingers swell up huge and itch. Eating ice cream would make my mouth itch, throat swell, cause me to cough, and sometimes my lips would swell.<br />
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Well we went to the doctor about it and he told me that I was probably allergic to the cold.<br />
So growing up when I would tell people that I'm allergic to the cold, no one would ever believe me! <br />
Well here is now the proof:<br />
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<a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/41466518/ns/today-today_health/"><span style="color: #bf9000;">http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/41466518/ns/today-today_health/</span></a><br />
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It was terrible when I was little, but all that happens now is that my throat will swell up still, I will cough when I eat something cold, and sometimes my hands will itch!Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-30227113815985283052011-01-24T11:23:00.000-08:002011-02-12T02:05:36.465-08:00Meat<p$1><p$1>My husband tells me I need to make him more meat, at least once a day. I disagree. <br />
I think 3-4 times a week is about right. <br />
Wanna know why? <br />
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Hanna the hoarder is the reason.<br />
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Such a cruel, awful women. <br />
</p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1>I hope she does major jail time. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/gQk3IQHOmuw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/3o2GqSxxyTs?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></p$1></p$1>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-56777532955372313682011-01-12T14:23:00.000-08:002011-01-12T14:23:37.279-08:00Minnesota<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQ-TpV0EjrVsfzH7NvBjPi4xplrrB6oElFdrEP430p00xPcOyso0MRcTWwUuSNAMhjV9Frih2NRBNK2xccMd8mANTl9qxk0GoP_pn6VeO6B3uhtOSeFiqODVusPnEkb_SUB1HKIuF_EA/s1600/minnesota.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQ-TpV0EjrVsfzH7NvBjPi4xplrrB6oElFdrEP430p00xPcOyso0MRcTWwUuSNAMhjV9Frih2NRBNK2xccMd8mANTl9qxk0GoP_pn6VeO6B3uhtOSeFiqODVusPnEkb_SUB1HKIuF_EA/s400/minnesota.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well Monday we found out that we will be moving to Minnesota this April till Sept!!!! Even though I am going to miss my family and friends very much, I am super excited to live out of Utah for the summer!</div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-29442229780548612612011-01-12T13:52:00.000-08:002011-01-12T13:58:37.463-08:00PopeyeDec. 17 2010<br />
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I sat there content in my warm socks, hospital gown and tarp-like shorts. Then, all of a sudden, the nurse pulled out 2 needles. That's when I started to really freak out. See this is my husbands fault. Earlier that morning, he told me that they aren't going to give me an IV. I thought for sure that this surgery was going to be all rainbows and roses. I started nervously rambling off and I think I intimidated this nurse just a tad. This is about when I felt this horrible pain. I thought for sure something was wrong. Everything was going black and I couldn't hear. My body ceased up and next thing I remember is smelling alcohol swaps three different times. When I finally came to I still felt the same pain and my arms were frozen. My nurse, Wendy, went and grabbed another women to check on me. The women grabbed my arm, said everything was good, and walked out. I thought I had wet the bed because I was sweating so badly. Then Wendy told me that I had a "vagal response". <br />
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See- when I was a tot and would fall and scratch my knee, I would pass out. Normal right? This happened on many occasions growing up so my mother really started to worry. She took me to the doctor and explained what was going on. He told to her that everything was fine, and that is just how my body deals with pain. So you would think that in this moment, hyperventilating and sitting in soaked sheets, I would be called dramatic- or unbelievable right? <br />
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Well there was a reason here. My dear, dear Wendy stuck the IV through my vein, right into my TISSUE. Oh and remember all that lovely fluid that was <u>supposed</u> to be hydrating my body? Was pumping into my tissue- making my poor arm look like Popeyes'. No wonder why I had this crazy reaction! Luckily, my body would eventually absorb this foreign fluid. <br />
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The anesthesiologist was the amazing man who found this fault about 20 minutes later. The next 20 minutes consisted of my vein "blowing up" and a group of doctors/nurses singing Christmas songs to me. I was told that this was the first time they had sang to someone over the age of four. I was pretty famous in the hospital that day. Everyone seemed to know that a bunch of doctors were singing to a 20 year old girl.Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-6370034252814081602010-12-07T14:51:00.000-08:002010-12-07T14:51:00.738-08:00X-mas E-card.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRa5_r-F-xD1m8eK3ydHsg-SQxqi9s5Qd_Gco0X6gD1W3HjFxmCBMAESFZ1z9HmYe838-a3esCFcpqv4w2uauqUd_ypYuSUZyJRhoCe7mz1RD2T5NXakTflazFI_JyHNN3OnwrnJ_swsc/s1600/xmas+card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRa5_r-F-xD1m8eK3ydHsg-SQxqi9s5Qd_Gco0X6gD1W3HjFxmCBMAESFZ1z9HmYe838-a3esCFcpqv4w2uauqUd_ypYuSUZyJRhoCe7mz1RD2T5NXakTflazFI_JyHNN3OnwrnJ_swsc/s640/xmas+card.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Can I just tell you how much I am loving Photoshop CS5? Since I didn't mail any x-mas cards out I decided to make my own e-card! It was so fun! Kylan and I finally decorated our tree last night. At first it looked like this flimsy, Charlie Brown tree and now it looks super pretty! Christmas is such a fun time of the year especially with my husband! He pointed out that I really don't know ONE Christmas song, I have made up words for all of them! The funny thing is I never realized that I wasn't singing the right words. Well anyway Happy Holidays!Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-12845164186916311022010-11-30T11:46:00.000-08:002010-12-01T19:47:32.900-08:00Oh the weird things that happen to us.<div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kylan and I are the weirdest people when we are sleeping. We tend to sleep talk back and forth to each other. It's always pretty funny but we always wake up in the morning asking the other what happened last night. Growing up I never had these things happen to me... or that I remember. Since I've been married I have been sleep-talking and walking and sometimes I absolutely freak out. I'll just tell you a few little things I have said to Kylan: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>"Did you get fat free?"</em> and <em>"Mom did you check the soup?" </em></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Other times I wake up and think I see people, flies, are giant spiders in my room.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll scream, jump, or yell <em>"Who is that!"</em> Then fall back asleep.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then weirdest of all. I went to bed before Kylan one night and I thought I was still alone while I was sleeping. For some reason I stood right up out of bed, ran and turned on the light, ran to my closet, grabbed some mix-match pajamas, turned around and saw kylan in bed staring at me. I screamed, jumped, and said and asked him when he got there. Then I ran back in bed and fell fast asleep. I woke up in the morning with half of my pajamas on and some next to me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kylan and I are the biggest babies when it comes to scary movies. But around Halloween time I always crave them for some reason. So one night we turned on an old scary movie; Halloween H20. Well we had to shut it off in the first 10 minutes because we were so scared. After these little segments of scary movies, I woke up one night to him whimpering like a dog. So I hugged him and he stopped, but then the next night I woke up to him yelling; <em>"No, no, no!!"</em> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I shook him and asked if he was okay. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well he says to me in distress, <em>"It's the system, all you need to do is figure out the system."</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I asked, <em>"System for what?"</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He says, <em>"Halloween.... 3 days.... the panels.... you got to pick a number..... 1 to 75..." </em></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He was talking about installing alarms over a work trip.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another time he asked, <em>"Did you finish that install?"</em> I didn't say anything back. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">He said it louder and I just said, <em>"No.."</em> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once again he said,<em> "Did you finish?" </em>Over and over I told him no. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the morning Kylan says,<em> "I think we were arguing in our sleep last night."</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The moral of the story is if you wanna have an entertaining night, head over to the Veibells.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">On another note, it is confirmed. I am getting surgery on my foot on Dec 17. Pray for me. haha. I cant handle needles or gross things. I started hyperventilating when the Doc was talking to me about the surgery. I just told him, <em>"Make sure I'm so out of it that I will never wake up, I don't what to remember anything, just give me as much drugs as my body will take."</em> On the good side at least I will be able to be more active! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A month ago I had to get a steroid shot in my foot. The Doctor told me that it will be really painful. Great, why in the world would he tell me that!? Well when the doctor left the room to go get the shot ready and I broke down in tears to Kylan. I told him I couldn't do it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">(Just a little background information I hyperventilate, struggle, cry, and pass out for every shot or really gross thing. With out fail. I once had two nurses hold me down. Another time I ran out to my car crying to called my dad to ask them if they really needed to take my blood. Okay, so maybe I'm a little dramatic?) </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well anyways the doctor came back in the room with me crying hard. I told him I changed my mind and not to do it. Kylan held me while I yelled,<em> "Don't do it! Don't do it!"</em> and the Doctor just jammed it in my foot. It was so terrible. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This last time my mom came to my appointment with Kylan and I so we could go out to lunch after. While we were leaving the doctors, we went to make the appointment for my surgery. The receptionist looked at my mom and said;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>"Okay, if I can just have a parent sign here." </em></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All of us just sat there for a good minute just staring at the paper confused. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then my mom pointed to me and said,<em> "Oh, she is married."</em> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The receptionist was so embarrassed and said, <em>"Oh I thought it said your birthday was in 1999!"</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A nurse laughed and said <em>"Well that's a compliment to you that you still look young!"</em></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Really? That's a compliment to a 20-year old? All the nurses thought it was so funny they were trying to hold back from laughing for 5 minutes. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's great that I still look young enough to be 11!</span></div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-11318631394318688692010-11-17T09:33:00.000-08:002010-11-29T20:00:17.155-08:00Update<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A little update of the past 3 months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The wedding was beautiful. It was a long day but everything went perfect! The temple was so special and I was so happy to share it with my close friends and family. Our honeymoon didn't work out as planned... ha there were a lot of things that went wrong, lets just say we pretty much drove down to St George to eat and came back. But we will always have that funny memory! </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Well I found out I have to get surgery on my foot in December. For those of you who didn't hear, I broke my foot a year ago doing a handstand, in my room, by myself, taking a timed test online. Pretty embarrassing huh? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I ended up shattered my 4th metatarsal and broke it up higher also. Unfortunately I had to go to school on crutches, and on lortab. Well the first day back to school I sat in the Hub telling groups of people all the stories of my childhood. Pretty soon I realized I didn't go to class at all, I just sat in the Hub for 4-5 hours. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The next week I had random people approach me saying, "Oh you're that girl who was telling all those crazy stories in the Hub!". Lovely. Not only did I embarrass myself then, but I rented a electric scooter to get around on campus. I ended up wrecking it in front of everyone, and cutting my head open. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So this is what Kylan get to look forward to when I do get surgery. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Can I just tell you I am so happy I married a Ute fan? I think if I had married a BYU fan that would be the 1st reason of divorce. haha. It is so fun to look forward to all the games. I was raised as a ute fan and went to all the games ever since I was little. I get pretty into football... I didn't really realize that until I got married. Kylan loves watching football so it is perfect. One day kylan had some friends over and I came in the room and said "Is it okay if I turn on the game?". All of his friends were shocked. We got to go to the Ute vs Pitt game a week after we were married and it was so much fun. We were in the middle of the Pitt section so it was kinda scary and the end Kylan told me to run out of there because the Pitt fans were getting a little angry.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A couple weeks ago APX had a back-end party and NitroCircus came and put on a big show. It was a lot of fun hanging out with the whole crew from the summer. This next summer Kylan will be a tech manager so it will be really nice for him. He has been recruiting and installing like crazy! I am pretty excited to see where we will be going and who we will be going with in January! </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KAidEuWuTBVJCsGxj9vSBmtMQRSdSM73GWg7YkmWxSGQ-rLdCfTYd8uvmugWGL_x8NIH08Xi-DpwoBqcJD5TVYH6dj8kLKoX89NG7UYqXA_ntbjaz05Dli6axNTbuI86bgKgAPEtiH4/s1600/edited+nitro.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KAidEuWuTBVJCsGxj9vSBmtMQRSdSM73GWg7YkmWxSGQ-rLdCfTYd8uvmugWGL_x8NIH08Xi-DpwoBqcJD5TVYH6dj8kLKoX89NG7UYqXA_ntbjaz05Dli6axNTbuI86bgKgAPEtiH4/s400/edited+nitro.bmp" width="400" /></span></a></div></div></div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-34300231788030632882010-08-17T19:16:00.000-07:002010-11-29T16:54:56.771-08:00Little bit of us.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiYw3xIii9Li_tocWWuAykQG_MAjTOmHV18nbxEpdNRx-Bf7JdgWcK-i7h-B4ETit2S6FdDtPLVLfFD4XYe0uPDWdgYQOnmjFT9BdzJWVvPJWnNcyZ9tDrT7aiXoxlLsfe2M2kfBHNgA/s1600/DSCF0039.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506575997122727586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiYw3xIii9Li_tocWWuAykQG_MAjTOmHV18nbxEpdNRx-Bf7JdgWcK-i7h-B4ETit2S6FdDtPLVLfFD4XYe0uPDWdgYQOnmjFT9BdzJWVvPJWnNcyZ9tDrT7aiXoxlLsfe2M2kfBHNgA/s200/DSCF0039.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 200px; width: 150px;" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv25HdJ77QrFN26lvRhlqmattrivDuvWnibvWxMr9HQ0YSYIIw9gVKEdq5hY4gtwRLARG8yJSF6Fzdxs8jTFIkf7AQvFXzC6oXmMmen7ygUlAEZaOF2gro9ZZ8IJojPlsGTjAU4Mn9FPg/s1600/DSCF9780.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506575993366451106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv25HdJ77QrFN26lvRhlqmattrivDuvWnibvWxMr9HQ0YSYIIw9gVKEdq5hY4gtwRLARG8yJSF6Fzdxs8jTFIkf7AQvFXzC6oXmMmen7ygUlAEZaOF2gro9ZZ8IJojPlsGTjAU4Mn9FPg/s200/DSCF9780.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 200px; width: 150px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGqYY7o2IpfUchLofFx3qQTy-diGGgyrjBVGQCFCpd92tONARPV70-e58_ynfuxU0Auwa8DJCuSqzcQzaIkBY6FyoZ9pzvjTMHl_tCNFnzOqIuhlBNHQdzIpZuY6xnpMtrhlOBY4M8lY/s1600/DSCF9787.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqGNC3yStLBIQyoVvlknyYWh9UNup37J3r0DzebIex31gPhWjOQB5oC55dC_PPmnm8KPOWDt5xL4l_yY83GXzoNs2tP1XaqOrXvbNX6FQbDRgaCrU_3CEFmF45rzBpV4sxwXta5xxX-Q/s1600/DSCF9988.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506575977431429810" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqGNC3yStLBIQyoVvlknyYWh9UNup37J3r0DzebIex31gPhWjOQB5oC55dC_PPmnm8KPOWDt5xL4l_yY83GXzoNs2tP1XaqOrXvbNX6FQbDRgaCrU_3CEFmF45rzBpV4sxwXta5xxX-Q/s200/DSCF9988.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 200px; width: 150px;" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL0ccgzKM6ry7FHhbD3T1i4GvOVjyPUvbnWkJUel5x6ASjbG6uOmPHKx1Q2KmMeggTTptjAZKKvL4f8z5d8sfwi3FME1lvJgwX3e3ftGK_hWOQJ6C0rw1IX3ov3zOU-Lr1nfZaVCTMnRY/s1600/DSCF9982.JPG"></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I was blessed with getting a job today (ICON), since I'm getting married so soon they had me fill out some of the paper work with my new last name. I thought I had practiced it enough, but I totally messed it up! I had to look at how to spell it, (I know how to spell it, I was just under pressure) it was really funny! It is so weird signing a different last name.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am so grateful for the wonderful family I have; my mother just called me today saying I just love you, you make me happy. My mom is the sweetest lady ever. I want to be one of those people who can make any ones day. I am so grateful for my sweet siblings; I had a bridal shower the other day and Kylee and Shay saved up their own money to buy me a lufa and a bar of soap, they were so happy and proud when I opened it that their faces glowed! And my sister Rachelle's emails inspire me and she is such a great example to me! I am so thankful for my wonderful friends who have been there for everything! I am thankful for Kylan for being so positive and for helping me out when I am being negative. Kylan is such a great person I just want everyone to get to know him, because I know everyone would love him. I am grateful for my soon to be new fam or the "in-laws" because I would be homeless with out them right now, they are such nice, fun people! I love my brother and sister in-laws and the opportunity I got to get to know a lot of them this summer! My heart is just so full I had to spill it out. (I sound like some cheesy old lady bearing her testimony) with that and this novel I'll end now.</div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-7062444292953676522010-07-09T15:57:00.000-07:002010-11-10T13:24:50.264-08:00Rains came down.. and the floods came up.<div align="center"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>I have always had this strange fantasy ever since I was a child;</em></span> </div><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kylan</span> and I went to run some errands right as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kylan</span> got a job, so I decided to go with him on his job. When we went outside it looked like a waterfall was coming off of our roof because it was raining so hard. I had never seen anything like it. So we ran to the car and started driving, we went out to Pennsylvania avenue and it was pure chaos. there was so much water in the streets it was up to our hood. It seemed as it was leaking into the car. I could take a raft down the street! </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">We looked about 30 feet ahead of us and cars had their hazard lights on because they had been flooded and stalled. We decided to turn around and take a different street. But there was no way we could make it anywhere! The water was higher than the curbs spilling everywhere, parks look like lakes, and houses were flooded, canals were overflowing on to the streets. I was so excited and wanted to stay in it, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kylan</span> was getting a little nervous. So after a little bit there was no way we could make it to his job so we turned around and went back to home. When we got there we turned on the news and watched mother nature take its course. There had even been a couple people who where swept away and died! Anyway scary stuff! </span></div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaayi-uWDmbNQNN1upMYmL7zmuYujaLqFrLbm0G4EM8WT4Oy0ysVNh8Mcn5DqmMKyymxjrXEtiCIEd7cXdnw8MimQXVBfU_KuQxdsbR659SQPZkdh4xzQV8iySc_EhtQCMLC49DUXrsw4/s200/DSCF9912.JPG" width="200" /><img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbTNSvDgKSzbZer1-jXGZWg6qtdpfGAOU2sNHWdPIQqfD_YEcpvPCyP3hxycJEKpYZ__2MCc1QlCRYNKLAXp7JYVHuzvHay9xrUDxAZzJNizUO8-tsYvLSMbUoGIkkiHssRKkWrYs5BA/s200/DSCF9926.JPG" width="200" /></div><div align="justify" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkaS9yCotIZ3supZauPeacZoRzBcJMywt7RpUJcWhp4fNlFp_8jaCewFfwmpFD1s4k8T3RBtPhaWow7APlKMzCfPL6k_V9dSZIFqX-wWbzHcx4Ui8k25x55A4N_hXfBKPaCWz0UTngeYM/s200/DSCF9912.JPG" width="200" /><img border="0" height="150" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwh97CjmPbGLbhfu4Hk-vsl-rp4pBJL7qj7FU_z3Ks0XleiHzZmWWzft1gF48kzy7Zo0TJgsh0SZH2S_3mTjVTkGMKxtpXuo0N8TC8DOwem-hfG75Djr8qged466sTlAzYhTtKRRmah4U/s200/DSCF9923.JPG" width="200" /></div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-44926060107818163592010-06-22T19:41:00.000-07:002010-12-01T19:43:33.813-08:00Good ole' OKC<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkUoJ2mzUGqPxnc32ykntKnZxM5zySBnKlG3ySlWYF_XlbufidQiOj0AwOWbMFV4_pDtc6ZsjTcKqbD9pKVsAJBCmRu2v5qi62zsIG278GGOyZ7pZAUUEv_e-m85u-7wdQDrDxrOY0sM/s1600/35835_402452678590_590683590_4381565_845691_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486090885344343122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkUoJ2mzUGqPxnc32ykntKnZxM5zySBnKlG3ySlWYF_XlbufidQiOj0AwOWbMFV4_pDtc6ZsjTcKqbD9pKVsAJBCmRu2v5qi62zsIG278GGOyZ7pZAUUEv_e-m85u-7wdQDrDxrOY0sM/s400/35835_402452678590_590683590_4381565_845691_n%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">On a last minute decision, I decided to move to okc. I had quite an adventure coming here might I add. As I was about to board my flight in SLC, and I found out my flight had been delayed because of bad weather at the Denver airport, where my layover was. I boarded my flight an hour late. I landed at the Denver airport and then found out my gate was changed and my layover was now 2 hours longer than expected. About 2 and a half hours later I finally boarded the plane, sat down in my seat and started to relax.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">After a while of sitting in silence I turned to fellow passengers as the lady next to me jokingly says; "Now they have to blow-dry the ice of the side of the plane". The man behind her chuckles and says; "They have no one to push us out, I'll go out there and push". That then started a whole lot of mummers for we had now been sitting there for 30 minutes. Then the pilot comes on overhead "Um I guess we are switching planes, I don't know why, I just found out." </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">Everyone was very frustrated as they told us our plane was at the original gate. We walked from 42 to 58. There a man on a megaphone informed us that they didn't have fuel in the plane, they were working on a wheel, they have to move our luggage over to this plane, find a new crew, and since they already took our tickets; they were going to check us on row by row.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">After another hour of waiting I boarded the plane. I never thought I could bond with the most random diverse group of strangers like I did. I felt like it was Oceanic flight 815. I landed in okc at 2pm, and walked as fast as I could over to baggage clam because that's where Kylan was waiting for me and I hadn't seen him in 5 weeks! I saw him standing there with a bouquet of flowers. I gave him the biggest grin, I could not stop smiling. We stood there hugging for it seemed like 10 minutes. My whole plane walking by us and admiring and commenting</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">I got lucky and got to stay in the office empty bedroom for free. The first day here I went on a job with Kylan. I was very tired and had to wait in the car so I was thinking I'll just sleep. It was 95 degree weather and I was wearing jeans. They car was turned off as I fell asleep. About a half and hour into it I woke up in a dead sweat. I was roasting! I quickly turned on the car and I thought I was going to die.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;">It sure gave me appreciation for Kylan and his dedication and devotion to support me and our future family. I got a bite of what he goes through everyday. He is a strong, motivated person I will always look up to. He has the biggest ambition and has a great out-look on life. We have had some good times out here, and some rough, but life is a learning experience. We take what works, leave what doesn't. I am so grateful for Kylan, he is the love of my life. </span></div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-145274272572555762010-05-21T10:11:00.000-07:002010-12-01T19:42:55.889-08:00The separation.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On May 9, I left for the summer to Wichita Kansas. So far, it has been a really tough separation since we are both use to spending our entire day together. It has been great though, we have discovered many things about one another, and yes, there have been the occassional disagreements (she is always right). Dana has been keeping busy working at APX Alarm in the Data Entry Department, making crafts, playing with her little sisters, and helping her Mom around the house. As for myself, its the same thing day in and day out, installing alarms. I love my job but I miss Dana more and more each day we are apart. It is true you always appreciate the things in life you can't have. In my case, I cant see Dana. I love her and miss her and can't wait to start our life together...</span></div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-39083180228387837102010-05-04T16:53:00.000-07:002010-05-05T13:52:13.190-07:00How it all started.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirp0IaKJoAC-iTK46a5Opx2tHJBK7TjpLup3bqLvRbZErN_uKR1mzcSZgZX2-nyOAc1BgxVngBHoC8Fefdk0SpJhvVuVSpXWsmLWmFv0-O5zfo0_KVb3Zep1eYtDfdMbWgbQ_k6e1dRHc/s1600/23705_391774292040_652967040_4352034_4184961_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467891468317449538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirp0IaKJoAC-iTK46a5Opx2tHJBK7TjpLup3bqLvRbZErN_uKR1mzcSZgZX2-nyOAc1BgxVngBHoC8Fefdk0SpJhvVuVSpXWsmLWmFv0-O5zfo0_KVb3Zep1eYtDfdMbWgbQ_k6e1dRHc/s400/23705_391774292040_652967040_4352034_4184961_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">This last school year I got a job at Sports Authority. One slow, late night in January I was working and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span></span> walked into the store. He asked me if we had any sweat bands, so I decided to show him where they were because I thought he was pretty cute. I asked him if he was going to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">university</span> dance, he told me yes and tried convincing me to go so we could dance. I secretly wanted to go to find him but none of my friends were going and I was so tired from work so I never ended up going. Little did I know that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span></span> went home after that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">encounter</span> and told his roommates that "he found the girl he was going to marry". I was the 'sports authority girl' according to his roommates. He would drive by sports authority to see if I was working just so he could get my number, but I was never working when he did.<br /><br />A month past by and we hadn't seen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span>. Then my roommates through a birthday for me and mine and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylans</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mutual</span> friend Trevor came. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span> has been friends with Trevor since they were kids. He told me, "Dana we need to talk" I was like oh no... what is this. He sat me down and told me he has a friend who had been talking about me and wanted to take me out. I asked who? After he told me it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span> I was pretty excited because he seemed like a fun, cute kid, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Trevor</span> told me "he was the best guy he knows." So I told <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Trevor</span> make sure you tell <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span> I want to go on a date with him.<br /><br />A day or two passed, and I got a text saying hey Dana I was wondering if you could take my shift this weekend. I asked who it was and he told me; this is eddy I work in the back. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">text</span> him back and told him that I was pretty sure I didn't work with him and he must have the wrong person. He told me that he works in the back so that's why I never saw him. I had worked there for five months and I still questioned, so I called my work and asked if an "eddy" works there. Of coarse there was no "eddy" and I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">eventually</span> found out it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span> messing with me. Ever since then we have been inseperable. We got engaged on the April 30th. It happened really fast but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Kylan and I are perfect for each other!</span></div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634145981569219547.post-50980178429526723672010-05-04T09:56:00.000-07:002010-05-28T22:04:31.381-07:00A new beginning.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmZvxyDf4geFmoJhWRmoAdIaKVKeZ9X8Caew_71oGhvEgQzg4mns_StFN0Pl1BRy4vQg9_eRvy11apg44Ne2W2oqH6bZ39KqddFenw7n9wPSo6_g8kDSJ3_bbvPxccFHMEk5NemM1iEc/s1600/DSCF9682.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898031229082706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmZvxyDf4geFmoJhWRmoAdIaKVKeZ9X8Caew_71oGhvEgQzg4mns_StFN0Pl1BRy4vQg9_eRvy11apg44Ne2W2oqH6bZ39KqddFenw7n9wPSo6_g8kDSJ3_bbvPxccFHMEk5NemM1iEc/s400/DSCF9682.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LEotmM96jdkMrILClEKjIUvU-pT5d4MNzC-RruJ6twDnx-hdnSZOjFbhhm5wfHd1icBXjiiPkON9AhTOWT_MoDAFRNfbML0YTcIsnVhQyoT7MVO_cxSwQQjPpTdMvp_E-FMLRb629XE/s1600/DSCF9672.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467897872783003970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LEotmM96jdkMrILClEKjIUvU-pT5d4MNzC-RruJ6twDnx-hdnSZOjFbhhm5wfHd1icBXjiiPkON9AhTOWT_MoDAFRNfbML0YTcIsnVhQyoT7MVO_cxSwQQjPpTdMvp_E-FMLRb629XE/s400/DSCF9672.JPG" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467894742281653538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQf7j6WYmBHFDgSfkJ21a0v1p5K6lkDxkdTrC9tf3RA5BTwJBcTenWmP-jXRfezFKWOhzQuMyo26SnqCDCygzfD5MIN-amHVEKEQuCIZSxgYO5oI8K7SiH-Ep5arSYRAJB2Q9BWTrjwCg/s400/DSCF9658.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixCMdWJfXBUIp4RHoDtbQNMLUzWZzklquk62ntLLFNdRc__SRxAODYM3jZ69S7H9f0IyFak7Sn8kamabwG6KgtkNvOt9qJwkQIFrkGtMGtIzQQ2jHEz5LJHONM-1om_YZlxuz1q6BdHLo/s1600/DSCF9671.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467888079289227570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixCMdWJfXBUIp4RHoDtbQNMLUzWZzklquk62ntLLFNdRc__SRxAODYM3jZ69S7H9f0IyFak7Sn8kamabwG6KgtkNvOt9qJwkQIFrkGtMGtIzQQ2jHEz5LJHONM-1om_YZlxuz1q6BdHLo/s400/DSCF9671.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Well, a couple days ago <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;">proposed</span>! and I said <span style="font-size:100%;"><em>"yes"</em></span> of coarse. I have been so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ecstatic</span> since then, but I can't believe he is leaving in just a few days. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span></span> installs for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">APX</span></span> Alarm and is leaving to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Oklahoma</span> City this summer. So he will be gone for pretty much our whole engagement! Our date is September 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span>, but somehow I wish it was sooner. ;) This summer is going to go so slow!</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A little bit about us</span><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;">..</span></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>{<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span>}</strong></span> is twenty-three years old, grew up in beautiful <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Collingston</span>/<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petersboro</span>... (lets just say 15 minutes West of Logan) It's pretty much out in the county and I think he has a cute little country accent, but he never will admit it. He comes from a wonderful family of 10 that I am so lucky to be a part of. They are all married but his youngest sister, and he has a bunch of nieces and nephews so family dinners get a little crazy. He is majoring in Operations Management, and will graduate in 2 years. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kylan</span> is the one of the smartest people I know, he likes to have a fun time, and he is very sweet and thoughtful.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">As for<strong> <span style="font-size:100%;">{me}</span></strong>; I am twenty years old, grew up in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Highand</span>, and I come from a wonderful family of seven. I'll be the first to get married so I'm pretty sure my parents are freaking just a bit. I am majoring in Art with an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">emphasis</span> in Graphic Design and I am very excited to get into the program. I love life and cannot wait to marry that boy!</span></div><br /></div>Dana & Kylanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14244959831004440630noreply@blogger.com0