<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:36:49.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenna Jan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-6385699410009699049</id><published>2010-11-12T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:44:34.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged!</title><content type='html'>So Brian and I got engaged! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a new blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brianandkenna.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go there. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-6385699410009699049?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/6385699410009699049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=6385699410009699049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6385699410009699049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6385699410009699049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/11/engaged.html' title='Engaged!'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-3700102568786731654</id><published>2010-10-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:02:20.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Music Videos</title><content type='html'>These are the cutest little animations I found on YouTube, and the songs are really cute as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYWv_NSBZQI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYWv_NSBZQI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVNTjPiRpMs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVNTjPiRpMs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-3700102568786731654?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/3700102568786731654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=3700102568786731654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3700102568786731654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3700102568786731654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-music-videos.html' title='Cute Music Videos'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-3197061541308190697</id><published>2010-10-04T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:59:42.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;So my weekend was absolutely jam packed full of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with a text at work from my friend Bryce. He had two extra tickets for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; USU game up in Logan. So I sped home from work, convinced my roommate Kristen to join me and then we sped up to Logan with Bryce. Out of the six people there I was the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; fan. I tried to hold my own and did pretty well at first. Around the third quarter I just gave up. Luckily I was still in good company and enjoyed the rest of the terrible game talking (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; lost to USU for the first time in like 15 years...). Oh I also got to kiss Cosmo. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we met up with some more people from Cache Valley and ate some food. Then we were driving around and had one of the local guys go in front so we could follow him. He did it pretty crazily to be funny but I guess someone called the cops on him. Less than 2 minutes later he had 2 cops surrounding him at the gas station. A total of five cops stopped by. Luckily we convinced them it was all just fun and they let us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went up to Providence Canyon. The boys showed us that you can cover a small propane tank in gas, light it on fire, shoot it and cause a HUGE fire ball. So we shot a few of those and then headed back down on the LONG drive to Provo. (I got home at 4 am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/akurlHs7XOw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/akurlHs7XOw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This video is similar to what we were doing... except we were much further away and in a safe gravel pit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I proceeded to wake up at 6 am and drove down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt;. I went on a nice and long trail ride with Mary and her family. It was really nice to get up into the mountains before it gets really cold. I spent most of the ride trying to face the sun so I could feel the warmth on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After horseback riding I raced back home to change and head up to Salt Lake with my roommates and some boys. We went to the Miller Sports Park for a bunch of Viper Races. It was pretty cool to see all the sweet cars and watch them race. I kept hoping there would be a crash... Its not car racing without a crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TK6PFS3evSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/glUda-9uKLM/s1600/miller+sports+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TK6PFS3evSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/glUda-9uKLM/s400/miller+sports+park.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525511113956834594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My roommate Kristen and I, with Laura in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15532538" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt; came and made this video of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;After the races we headed to the Cheesecake factory for Laura's birthday dinner. Well the girls did... The boys went to Priesthood session. :-) That place is delicious and there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; many different choices. Seriously the menu for that place is a book. It was also super fun getting to have girl time with the roommates. We almost always have boys over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TK6RaOmU5tI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6azbAZXJkkE/s1600/IMG_0356%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TK6RaOmU5tI/AAAAAAAAAmw/6azbAZXJkkE/s400/IMG_0356%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525513672611653330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My awesome chocolate cheesecake... took me three days to finish this sucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to get to actually attend General Conference up in Salt Lake this year. Luckily my roommate Kristen had an extra ticket for the Sunday Afternoon Session. So we drove up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; and met up with her friends from New Mexico. They had tickets for the Plaza part of the Conference Center and they had extra for us! We were so close! I could see facial expressions... it was awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This was also the first year that I took a notebook to write my impressions during the talks. Such a good idea, I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much more out of each talk and can remember so much more. Some of my favorite notes are: "a foundation of truth and righteousness is the only foundation that will stand the test of time" (L. Tom Perry) and "A bad conscious is a blessing because it reminds us that we need to repent" (Per G. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Malm&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TK6WX4PF62I/AAAAAAAAAnA/m7EUbJp9gdg/s1600/IMG_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TK6WX4PF62I/AAAAAAAAAnA/m7EUbJp9gdg/s400/IMG_0361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525519129807022946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is when the Prophet was entering... (three guys on far right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TK6WXo4NCzI/AAAAAAAAAm4/wCP-JpBCYqM/s1600/IMG_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TK6WXo4NCzI/AAAAAAAAAm4/wCP-JpBCYqM/s400/IMG_0358.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525519125684489010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a terrible picture of me... but it documents how close I was :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*** We took tons of pictures this weekend. I will try to get them and post them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-3197061541308190697?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/3197061541308190697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=3197061541308190697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3197061541308190697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3197061541308190697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/10/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TK6PFS3evSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/glUda-9uKLM/s72-c/miller+sports+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-722345606665121057</id><published>2010-10-01T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:52:20.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Cat Hoarder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scaashanghai.org/images/project_update02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://www.scaashanghai.org/images/project_update02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official... Someone needs to buy me 10 cats to celebrate. I have officially condemned myself to spinster hood. I have developed amazing amounts of aniexty in dating. This intense aniexty occurs no matter how amazing the guy is that I'm hanging out with. So I end up either pushin them away, scaring them off or a combination of both... Party hardy. Luckily for me I really like cats. :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's hoping I don't turn into a cat hoarder. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-722345606665121057?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/722345606665121057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=722345606665121057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/722345606665121057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/722345606665121057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-official.html' title='Confessions of a Cat Hoarder'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-7548317215888832315</id><published>2010-09-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:46:14.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mu4wpBtyqw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-mu4wpBtyqw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my comfort song my senior year. That was quite the year of struggle for me. My mom sent me the EFY 2004 cd and this song really stuck out to me. The rest of the year I always listened to it during my many struggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately this week the song has been popping up multiple times on my iPod. Apparently I am in need of some comfort :-) It seriously is such an uplifting song. It makes me feel as if He is there wrapping his arms around me. And who doesn't like that feeling? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-7548317215888832315?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/7548317215888832315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=7548317215888832315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7548317215888832315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7548317215888832315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/09/comfort-song.html' title='Comfort Song'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-7451563927965551253</id><published>2010-09-26T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:45:41.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie Mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TKARKx1B2QI/AAAAAAAAAmM/-g0psKUXw64/s1600/IMG00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TKARKx1B2QI/AAAAAAAAAmM/-g0psKUXw64/s400/IMG00109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521432020028348674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppy dog, Callie Mae, died this past Friday. When I went home at the end of August I could tell that the end was coming soon... I even laid on the floor a few times and cried while petting her. However, knowing that it was coming soon didn't make it any easier. She was my first puppy, my Callie Mae, my Tal Face, my Honey Bunches of Oats... I can't imagine what home is going to be like without her there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TKASgfDcFcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1Qvt28wxcvU/s1600/callie+mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TKASgfDcFcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1Qvt28wxcvU/s400/callie+mae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521433492457264578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is around the time when I first adopted her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TKASgmPpcnI/AAAAAAAAAmc/19Kp9Cnarlk/s1600/callie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TKASgmPpcnI/AAAAAAAAAmc/19Kp9Cnarlk/s400/callie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521433494387520114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the last picture I took with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISS YOU GIRL! :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-7451563927965551253?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/7451563927965551253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=7451563927965551253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7451563927965551253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7451563927965551253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/09/callie-mae.html' title='Callie Mae'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TKARKx1B2QI/AAAAAAAAAmM/-g0psKUXw64/s72-c/IMG00109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-6521274129801760525</id><published>2010-09-20T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T07:08:20.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life as a college graduate is a lot better than I was expecting... I'm not quite as rich as I was expecting but money isn't everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I was a little sad the day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; started because I wasn't sure how I would replace the social life that I had there. But luckily I have found lots of things to do in my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that is keeping me very busy is my job. I have a bittersweet feeling toasted it. I love the people I work with but it is very stressful. I have also discovered that I have a weak stomach for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;phlegm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl9MIt_BoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/eouNxL7DRzY/s1600/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl9MIt_BoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/eouNxL7DRzY/s400/IMG_0267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519580465771513474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of my clients on his birthday. He likes toilet papering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also am loving living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt;! It was probably one of the best decisions that I made after graduating. I love my roommates, I got really lucky and they are all super cool. Plus I love having my own huge room. I haven't had time to unpack it fully though, too many better things to do... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl-VOQAmKI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LKfEwZrLyOY/s1600/IMG_0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl-VOQAmKI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LKfEwZrLyOY/s400/IMG_0281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519581721386850466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its huge! Two whole closets, queen bed, nice windowsill :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spend lots of time down in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Payson&lt;/span&gt; with my friend Mary, her family and her horses. She is nice enough to let me come down whenever I want and get my fix of horses. I also get my fill of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; chats as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl9MrBqzhI/AAAAAAAAAls/anXHo6iYDVY/s1600/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl9MrBqzhI/AAAAAAAAAls/anXHo6iYDVY/s400/horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519580474980879890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riding on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Briseis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Briseis" title="Briseis"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been attending quite a few college football games as well... And not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; games. Actually I've attended more Utah football games than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; games this year. It's slightly embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl9LUC0-mI/AAAAAAAAAlU/gY5zHNFwQA8/s1600/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl9LUC0-mI/AAAAAAAAAlU/gY5zHNFwQA8/s400/IMG_0246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519580451631856226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Marah&lt;/span&gt; at the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl9LqFGlnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/RKsoqcLl5dw/s1600/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl9LqFGlnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/RKsoqcLl5dw/s400/IMG_0262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519580457546978930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Josh at a Utah game... he had to sneak the pic because I don't enjoy being seen in red...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surprisingly I have also been going on lots of dates. It's like a whole new world for me! I have met lots of interesting guys...  :-) I have also got to go to lots of cool places: the Utah State Fair, a Sushi Bar, Ultimate Frisbee on the Utah football field... Dating has made me discover that Salt Lake isn't completely the Devil's land, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got to hang out with my extended family a lot more. Having a car and money for gas lets me travel up to Roy and Logan way more than when I was in school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJmB5hbSMxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/5TMpUW7Ng4Q/s1600/IMG_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJmB5hbSMxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/5TMpUW7Ng4Q/s400/IMG_0273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519585643544589074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eating shaved ice with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Marah&lt;/span&gt; and Leighton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJmB6GQNFZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/LNQH0lMCyY4/s1600/IMG_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJmB6GQNFZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/LNQH0lMCyY4/s400/IMG_0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519585653430228370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandpa Bud's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and one last thing that has made my life so much better is.....&lt;br /&gt;I GOT THE IPHONE 4!!! It is technically my Christmas present from my parents but they bought it for me early since I was so sick of my ghetto phone that I bought after my first IPhone got stolen. I love my phone :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-6521274129801760525?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/6521274129801760525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=6521274129801760525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6521274129801760525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6521274129801760525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-in-nutshell.html' title='Life in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TJl9MIt_BoI/AAAAAAAAAlk/eouNxL7DRzY/s72-c/IMG_0267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-4884145325246500969</id><published>2010-08-30T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:53:30.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/THxR2v5dFFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/UEiURlqU-6M/s1600/blackheels2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/THxR2v5dFFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/UEiURlqU-6M/s400/blackheels2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511370045006877778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;wait... no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My own Marlboro Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/category/black-heels-to-tractor-wheels/page/3/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/category/black-heels-to-tractor-wheels/page/3/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-4884145325246500969?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/4884145325246500969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=4884145325246500969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4884145325246500969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4884145325246500969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/08/wishing.html' title='Wishing'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/THxR2v5dFFI/AAAAAAAAAlM/UEiURlqU-6M/s72-c/blackheels2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-1744939348431748215</id><published>2010-07-05T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:35:15.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Get By...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So good news I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am the proud new employee of TURN, a company that assists handicapped people to live better lives. I am so thankful that I finally got a job... it doesn't pay very well but its better than nothing. Oh and it also counts for medical hours so hopefully I will be able to apply for PA school in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now I am working on finding a place to live in the Fall. Its a little unnerving to be moving somewhere without a roommate. I have never done that before so hopefully it turns out okay. I scoured Craigslist and KSL postings hoping to find something good and cheap (since I am going to be poor as dirt). I found a few places in Provo that are promising and a few in Orem. I am personally hoping for a place in Orem. I think if I move like 15 mins away maybe it will feel more like starting over. Hopefully this will force me to get a new group of friends to hang out with :-) I am going to see a place tomorrow so I will keep you updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyways so it was obviously 4th of July weekend... I was a little nervous because I have always had something awesome planned for it but this year the plans were all kind of up in the air until the last minute. I ended up going up to Alpine to watch people do some pretty crazy jumps on a bike into a pond. I was too chicken to do it (the bike was soo messed up, the brakes didn't work, the gear shift didn't work, and the pedals didn't work). I'll post a video below of what they did. Oh and I also ran into my Bishop from years ago and his family which was pretty neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6ZiQWEKkIs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6ZiQWEKkIs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Alpine we hurried and headed back to Provo so we could hike up Squaw Peak and watch the firework show from above. I got online trying to find a shorter path to the summit so that we would make it on time for the show and because I was sick and didn't want to kill myself. We thought we found the right path but it ended up taking us to the wrong summit :-( We could see the Squaw Peak summit from where we were and we decided to hike down the wrong summit in the general direction. We ended up hitting tons and tons of shale like 800ft straight down of shale. I don't know how many of you have ever hiked down shale but it is pretty crazy because pieces will get loose and come flying down and nail you if you aren't careful. I got whacked hard by one on my ankle that had me unable to put much pressure on my left foot for about 30 mins. (That made getting down even more fun). Then the most life threatening thing happened... someone hiking above me knocked a huge rock loose and it came flying right at me. Luckily, Bryce, the guy above me warned me just in time for me to duck out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here's a video of a dude who ski's down shale and it kind of gives you a picture of the rocks that go flying everywhere. On the video at about second 44, he causes a huge rock to go flying and it reminds me of the one that came flying at me.... :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7kUsv8tTnR4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7kUsv8tTnR4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all made it down, battered and bruised from the shale, we finally found the right path to Squaw Peak.  We took off running... well they took off running and I tried to keep up but I was wheezing from my cold, haha. We didn't make it to the top for the firework show but we were able to get to a scenic spot where we could watch them. We actually got to see 4 different shows around Utah valley because we were so high up. :-) After the shows were over we finished hiking to the summit and enjoyed the views for a while before we decided to go find a camping spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The camping spot we picked I had actually been at before but not to camp but to dance! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TDLGWMF7wMI/AAAAAAAAAks/odVRdOIn37A/s1600/5%2726%272008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TDLGWMF7wMI/AAAAAAAAAks/odVRdOIn37A/s400/5%2726%272008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490668980223590594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We camped in this meadow where more than two years before Nicole and I danced around (see above picture) and we were super excited to be in a meadow. It was also the same meadow where we carved BNK (Brian, Nicole, Kenna) into a tree. Its still there as well I just didn't have a camera to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TDLGWvrGpzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/kzQ9ApZL5I4/s1600/DSCF1699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TDLGWvrGpzI/AAAAAAAAAk0/kzQ9ApZL5I4/s400/DSCF1699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490668989774735154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; We built a nice little fire and roasted some hot dogs really quick before hitting the sack. I actually slept very well thanks to my awesome hiking sleeping bag which kept me nice a toasty all through the night. When we woke up, we decided to just hike down to the entrance to Rock Canyon Park rather than risk trying to hike back up to where our cars were parked. We had a friend pick us up and then after church we drove up and got the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any of the pictures from this adventure but I do want to put a picture from one of my recent Rock Canyon Adventures. I LOVE Rock Canyon, it is easily my favorite place in Utah. Y mountain is on one side and Squaw Peak on the other... Awesome. If you are ever in Provo I would recommend going and playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TDLKPhxXYcI/AAAAAAAAAk8/SeFkjdgRspI/s1600/rock+canyon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TDLKPhxXYcI/AAAAAAAAAk8/SeFkjdgRspI/s400/rock+canyon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490673263830327746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pretty neto pic if I do say so myself :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;PS. I also woke up bright and early to go watch the Freedom Festival Parade with my friend Sabra... not worth it. It was fun to see Sabra and my friends Brian and Phil were in the Parade but that was basically the highlight. This year they made a rule that no one could throw anything to the crowd... not even candy... a parade is not a parade without candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-1744939348431748215?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/1744939348431748215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=1744939348431748215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1744939348431748215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1744939348431748215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-get-by.html' title='I&apos;ll Get By...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TDLGWMF7wMI/AAAAAAAAAks/odVRdOIn37A/s72-c/5%2726%272008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-8260332313089300221</id><published>2010-06-30T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T01:43:20.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland and my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I wasn't really planning on watching the new version of Alice in Wonderland. Too be honest the movie always freaked me out as a child and the commercials for the new one kind of freaked me out as well. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But today.... in my sheer absolute boredness from being stuck sick in a house for so long... I decided to venture out to a redbox. I tried to rent Flicka 2 but it was out. So I went for Alice in Wonderland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was nice watching a movie with zero expectation except thinking I already knew the storyline. Boy was I wrong! I think the 2nd visit twist that the director put into it was very unique. I was not expecting that at all. (I think it would be cool if they actually remade the original one with these characters) So I pretty much enjoyed myself throughout the whole movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A theme I really liked from the movie was the finding of who Alice really was. The mad hatter told her that she had lost her "muchness" and she was determined to get that back. You get to see her transition from the girl at the beginning of the movie (who was contemplating marrying a doofy young man because she was getting "old" and he was rich) to the heroine of Wonderland who in her real world tells the doofy boy "no" and becomes a world traveler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Before the movie was over I was hoping that her story would end with her falling in love with an awesome guy... but I think her sailing off on an adventure is an even better idea. After all she is only 20! I think more BYU girls need to watch this movie, haha! In the movie it does say she will find a man she loves to marry... but who says she can't have some fun first? ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This theme probably just stuck with me because in the next few days I get to make a pretty big decision... to go to Peru or to stay in Provo. It pretty much all comes down to whether I got this job I interviewed for last week. If I don't get the job I am going to hopefully go down to Peru and work as an intern in a LDS medical clinic. If I get the job I will be working with people with various mental disorders to live a better more fulfilling life. Which will give me some money to go on adventures a little closer to home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Both decisions are pretty crazy... I know Provo doesn't seem pretty crazy but I've decided I need to force myself back out into the dating scene. So after about 3+ years of being dead set on becoming a Texas housewife, I am changing my outlook.  I doubt any of the boys that I will dating will ever read these but on the off chance that they do I would like to give some hints... PLAY A LITTLE HARD TO GET!!!! :-) I can't handle all the boys that are just falling over me after two dates, gag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyways.... that was a bit off topic and I am on cough medicine. But there is a song on the Alice in Wonderland sound track that I LOVE LOVE LOVE. It is going to be my new theme song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here is it. Listen to the excellence. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Bqnq3JTK9o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Bqnq3JTK9o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-8260332313089300221?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/8260332313089300221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=8260332313089300221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8260332313089300221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8260332313089300221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/06/alice-in-wonderland-and-my-life.html' title='Alice in Wonderland and my life'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-3179760665684511761</id><published>2010-06-08T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:01:28.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done chasing</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you finally stop chasing the dream you have been chasing for about 4 years? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have the strength to chase it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-3179760665684511761?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/3179760665684511761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=3179760665684511761' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3179760665684511761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3179760665684511761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/06/done-chasing.html' title='Done chasing'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-844996415328148236</id><published>2010-05-28T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:22:48.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROAD TRIP!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends....&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TAAwQ2tm_EI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2s3SYNbME6o/s1600/IMG_2494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TAAwQ2tm_EI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2s3SYNbME6o/s400/IMG_2494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476430213005376578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;CALIFORNIA!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;For my graduation Aunt Lori gave me road trip money so Nicole and I are going to go visit her over this long weekend. :-) PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PS. Happy Birthday Megan and Jon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TAAxJbrUyWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2Is98D9dBhE/s1600/IMG_0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TAAxJbrUyWI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2Is98D9dBhE/s400/IMG_0411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476431185000581474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-844996415328148236?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/844996415328148236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=844996415328148236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/844996415328148236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/844996415328148236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/05/road-trip.html' title='ROAD TRIP!!!!'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/TAAwQ2tm_EI/AAAAAAAAAkc/2s3SYNbME6o/s72-c/IMG_2494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-4061227783526590184</id><published>2010-05-14T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:47:01.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yay! I finally graduated from BYU with my BS in Exercise Science!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ditched the big speaker part because I was still in final recovery mode (my last final was the night before at 8) and my mother and Mikesell Grandparents were in town... so I just hung out with them that day. Then that night my father, Aunt Lori and Grandma Jan showed up for the College of Life Sciences Commencement that was at 8am the next morning. Yup... the earliest time for graduation that day. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4WQMjkZnI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4wHsXjFzypc/s1600/moving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4WQMjkZnI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4wHsXjFzypc/s400/moving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335064805860978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving out with Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up waking up around 6 that next morning because the Grads were supposed to be there at 7:15 to check in. Turns out if I hadn't showed up until 7:45 I would have been fine. We just stood around doing nothing until that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4WQleovZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/3vYKL9WFC4o/s1600/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4WQleovZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/3vYKL9WFC4o/s400/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335071496060306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad I didn't spend too much time getting ready because it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4YNqA29yI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RKLocoksMZg/s1600/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4YNqA29yI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RKLocoksMZg/s400/umbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471337220196988706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit with our college in alphabetical order which I was a bit sad about because I would have preferred to sit by my friends. I would have been less bored. My only entertainment was being excited to walk across the stage and then I texted Brian the rest of the time. I pretty much just stopped paying attention when I sat back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4WQz3XhKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/NZkPKyPm0BU/s1600/name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4WQz3XhKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/NZkPKyPm0BU/s400/name.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335075357885602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having my name called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4eCsb3NII/AAAAAAAAAjE/G398c_nlkwI/s1600/stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4eCsb3NII/AAAAAAAAAjE/G398c_nlkwI/s400/stage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471343628938327170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the Stage (the next guy I shook hands with was a professor who annoyed me more than any other professor...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4WRu82C0I/AAAAAAAAAh0/JphvZ3bjSkE/s1600/IMG_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4WRu82C0I/AAAAAAAAAh0/JphvZ3bjSkE/s400/IMG_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335091218549570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When it was finally over I was so excited but then had to deal with the mad rush to take pictures. There were only a few spots that blocked the rain so everyone was crowding them. I just ran out to the grass and we took pictures in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I took some with Brian because he had to rush off to the track meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4W8PXWo-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/13I1U05VLvo/s1600/Brian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4W8PXWo-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/13I1U05VLvo/s400/Brian2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335821474178018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Mikesell Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4Z7WiJwmI/AAAAAAAAAi8/HBWt9tF1IRE/s1600/Mikesell+Grands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4Z7WiJwmI/AAAAAAAAAi8/HBWt9tF1IRE/s400/Mikesell+Grands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471339104753533538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Grandma Jan and Aunt Lori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4W8icAJFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ev8C7AM_DME/s1600/Grand+Jan+%26+Lori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4W8icAJFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Ev8C7AM_DME/s400/Grand+Jan+%26+Lori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335826593948754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally my parents. (we took one with both of them together... but my mom must not have liked it because she didn't put it on facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4W9WFkYzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/FQkFa04OBtY/s1600/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4W9WFkYzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/FQkFa04OBtY/s400/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335840458498866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4W9vWe69I/AAAAAAAAAic/P3gwKQbprlw/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4W9vWe69I/AAAAAAAAAic/P3gwKQbprlw/s400/mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471335847240330194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and I have to give my sister Megan a shout out for buying my dress! :-) It scandalized my Grandma Danice cuz it was short (I was supposed to fix it but didn't have time) but I LOVED it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4YMl1pCxI/AAAAAAAAAik/O7vMpSB0YuU/s1600/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4YMl1pCxI/AAAAAAAAAik/O7vMpSB0YuU/s400/dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471337201896327954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pictures we checked everyone out of their hotels we headed to Applebees. We had my lovely graduation lunch there. After we sent the Mikesell Grandparents and my dad off to play in Logan and then the rest of us went to take more pictures. Goody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4YNKGUM7I/AAAAAAAAAis/Wv-ktsWiChc/s1600/applebees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4YNKGUM7I/AAAAAAAAAis/Wv-ktsWiChc/s400/applebees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471337211629941682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fO51QAvI/AAAAAAAAAjM/CYFwiryboTQ/s1600/apartment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fO51QAvI/AAAAAAAAAjM/CYFwiryboTQ/s400/apartment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471344938204529394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my Sky View Apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4hW_miZFI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NBVkcPQRn-U/s1600/scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4hW_miZFI/AAAAAAAAAj8/NBVkcPQRn-U/s400/scooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471347276215641170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Pink Scooter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fPt7ZP5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/1vmFgnDGtHI/s1600/brigham2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fPt7ZP5I/AAAAAAAAAjc/1vmFgnDGtHI/s400/brigham2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471344952188944274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brigham Young Statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fQrctOII/AAAAAAAAAjs/ym4sDicZxeQ/s1600/sfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fQrctOII/AAAAAAAAAjs/ym4sDicZxeQ/s400/sfh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471344968703228034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My main building on campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fPR10QvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/PHJQgfDvWH4/s1600/Brians+study+area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fPR10QvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/PHJQgfDvWH4/s400/Brians+study+area.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471344944649356018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I studied 98% of the time (Brian's office)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4hWYPYa4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/tCw79oTSSHQ/s1600/SAB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4hWYPYa4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/tCw79oTSSHQ/s400/SAB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471347265649535874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My place of work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fQf-7bTI/AAAAAAAAAjk/gVM4zWL3QtU/s1600/IMG_1315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4fQf-7bTI/AAAAAAAAAjk/gVM4zWL3QtU/s400/IMG_1315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471344965625539890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Library Jump (Take # 1,999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4hXqmUYKI/AAAAAAAAAkM/CfUogjqDI3o/s1600/BYU+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4hXqmUYKI/AAAAAAAAAkM/CfUogjqDI3o/s400/BYU+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471347287757447330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many BYU signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4hXYqFyeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GrHZLOXn13o/s1600/the+Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4hXYqFyeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/GrHZLOXn13o/s400/the+Y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471347282941430242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am pointing at the "Y"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last not not least....&lt;br /&gt;With Grandpa Bud who was feeling too sick to make the drive down. I don't blame him.... I didn't really want to be there anyway. Thanks Grandpa for helping me so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-8V75XobEI/AAAAAAAAAkU/iFtgcW84A9M/s1600/grandpa+bud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-8V75XobEI/AAAAAAAAAkU/iFtgcW84A9M/s400/grandpa+bud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471616191034846274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-4061227783526590184?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/4061227783526590184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=4061227783526590184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4061227783526590184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4061227783526590184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduated.html' title='Graduated!'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S-4WQMjkZnI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4wHsXjFzypc/s72-c/moving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-8117659501948826202</id><published>2010-04-18T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:36:26.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moab Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another late one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One Friday night in February my friend Kyle decided that he wanted to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; that night. This is the same Kyle that I did the one day trip to Yellowstone last year. He likes to do spontaneous trips. So I went home and took a quick nap and then Brian, Kyle, Shelley and I headed off into the night. The drive from Provo to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; is only about 3 hours so we got there around 6 in the morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most surprising thing for us was the weather. Before we left, Kyle checked the weather and it said 75. Turns out something had gone wrong with the website and it was actually snowing and cold. Luckily I had decided to wear my tennis shoes rather than my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chacos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8v1cunIZdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/shdyDET8WvQ/s400/25072_653739214465_25405947_38000599_7732061_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461728847014159826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me... looking tired and not excited about the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first place we went to was a hike to see Landscape arch. It was really pretty but really cold. Then we tried to hike to some others on that same trail but after hiking up a pretty scary drop off and then hitting snow that was up to our thighs we decided to turn back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8v1c8rI2hI/AAAAAAAAAgU/YoHuXz2coHQ/s400/25072_653739219455_25405947_38000600_2669606_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461728850789063186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Brian and Landscape Arch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8v1deLdNkI/AAAAAAAAAgc/2gZxeOJqLQo/s400/25072_653739229435_25405947_38000602_5237689_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461728859782985282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me... about to go back down the scary drop off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to Tunnel Arch. We thought it was pretty neat because we had literally walked right by it without even noticing because of the angle we were at. It made us think about how many arches there probably are that people don't notice. I was a little disappointed because I was hoping we would be able to walk through it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8v3gWX0_NI/AAAAAAAAAhM/DHm6vmVPIjI/s400/tunnel-arch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461731108250254546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tunnel Arch... I couldn't find a picture of it that we took...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily the next arch, Pine Tree Arch was able to remove this disappointment. It was one that you could walk right underneath. We had fun playing around the arch and admiring it. Then we headed back to the car and decided to go into town to warm up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8v1d75s-aI/AAAAAAAAAgk/g96RJqdqNU0/s400/25072_653739234425_25405947_38000603_1262666_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461728867761584546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pine Tree Arch. We weren't very good at taking pictures of ourselves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being in town for a bit we decided to make one last stop before heading back to Provo. Kyle knew about a place that had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; carvings into the wall. So we headed over there and got to look at them for a while. It was pretty insane because they were so high up off the ground. Its crazy to think how high the river used to be back in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8v1toWOwQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fiMvfFlG8ds/s400/25072_653740841205_25405947_38000620_4795009_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461729137390436610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me... looking at the writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8v1t2ZlVAI/AAAAAAAAAg8/YHB3oPou3yU/s400/25072_653740851185_25405947_38000622_7025659_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461729141162595330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The writing was pretty cool looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive home was pretty boring... I was supposed to be studying for my Chem test that next Monday. But I pretty much just napped and looked out the window. I'm glad I finally got to go look around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt;. I've driven through there many times but never stopped. It is definitely one of the coolest places I've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-8117659501948826202?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/8117659501948826202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=8117659501948826202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8117659501948826202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8117659501948826202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/04/moab-adventure.html' title='Moab Adventure'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8v1cunIZdI/AAAAAAAAAgM/shdyDET8WvQ/s72-c/25072_653739214465_25405947_38000599_7732061_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2314586067276078191</id><published>2010-04-18T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:28:19.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this is a bit late but I figured my mom would still enjoy it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent most of Easter weekend in bed making sure that I was fully recovered and give my lame immune system a break. So Saturday I just laid in bed, watched conference, played some games online and then sewed a few things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I went and picked Chris and Brian up when they got back from the track meet. We then went over to Brian's and I made some really yummy french toast and homemade syrup. I love that syrup. It's light, fluffy and doesn't make you feel like you are eating tons of sugar. I will find it and post it on here :-). I watched the first session of conference and then went over to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Turnbows&lt;/span&gt; to watch the second session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After conference was over we watched the Living Scriptures version of the Easter story. Then Brian and I spent some time with the girls helping them dye Easter eggs. Dying eggs was a family tradition back home. Since coming to college I haven't had a chance. I was excited that I got to do it with the girls. We had probably 3 dozen eggs to dye so we were there for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8voNtOLl7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/HjYmSxV8BXU/s400/25072_653744169535_25405947_38000769_4950890_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461714295291877298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cara, Brian and Lindsey  working on their eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8vnE0unxQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/L07_oIHS92M/s400/25072_653744129615_25405947_38000763_3758238_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461713043176539394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brian's first time coloring eggs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8vnFixRS1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/cgDralm8TOE/s400/25072_653744144585_25405947_38000765_1145806_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461713055535680338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Talisha&lt;/span&gt;, Chloe and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8vnGN9ht3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/iakwXyKgm_M/s400/25072_653744164545_25405947_38000768_2876968_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461713067129812850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cara and Brian with their favorite eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8vnFcTA13I/AAAAAAAAAfk/SOPhEf_rZH8/s400/25072_653744134605_25405947_38000764_7864412_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461713053798160242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Talisha&lt;/span&gt; and I with our favorite eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8voOEUxNjI/AAAAAAAAAgE/GXvvsNQqCqM/s400/25072_653744179515_25405947_38000771_2994944_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461714301493524018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brian and I ended up with the same color of Teal Green eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. I made the shirt I'm wearing as my Easter shirt :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-2314586067276078191?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/2314586067276078191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=2314586067276078191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2314586067276078191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2314586067276078191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8voNtOLl7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/HjYmSxV8BXU/s72-c/25072_653744169535_25405947_38000769_4950890_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-86993688401717612</id><published>2010-04-17T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:03:38.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>My new favorite TV show is Bones. I started watching this new Season on Hulu and now I'm addicted. Its like a smarter version of CSI with hotter guys. Which by the way, the woman that the show is based on actually helps with the show. So all of the anatomy is actually correct! Through college I have developed a ginormous love for anatomy so watching Bones fills me with a strange joy...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side Note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On CSI I heard, "cause of death was a blow to the occipital bone" and then character is pointing to a fracture on the frontal bone... Annoying... (frontal bone is right above your eyes, occipital bone is on the back of your skull)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides my love for anatomy I have also developed a crush on Booth. Seriously, has there ever been a greater modern day male character created?? Smart, sweet, hot, athletic, protective... you name it... he's got it. I would like to find a man like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;enjoy the eye candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8ovjpZ2HgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yhTfVjRGADw/s1600/booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8ovjpZ2HgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yhTfVjRGADw/s400/booth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461229787596332546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-86993688401717612?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/86993688401717612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=86993688401717612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/86993688401717612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/86993688401717612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S8ovjpZ2HgI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yhTfVjRGADw/s72-c/booth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2395279299406382129</id><published>2010-04-15T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:54:32.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle</title><content type='html'>Dear Me,&lt;div&gt;You are dumb... People don't change. The end.  Move on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-2395279299406382129?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/2395279299406382129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=2395279299406382129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2395279299406382129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2395279299406382129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/04/cycle.html' title='Cycle'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-3044913128055947398</id><published>2010-04-12T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T06:59:50.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>I am just about to attend my last 8 o'clock class as BYU student! I am so excited! No more dragging myself out of bed and looking half dead during the day, Yay! Tomorrow at noon is my last official class but I am more excited for this 8 o'clock one to  be over. It has been the dread of my entire semester... seriously... Now I pretty much just have to make it through finals. Which - by the way- I have a final at 8pm to 10pm on the LAST day of finals. Seriously!?! Way to leave me with the worst final time ever. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-3044913128055947398?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/3044913128055947398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=3044913128055947398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3044913128055947398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3044913128055947398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation!'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2189836604807374482</id><published>2010-04-06T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:04:20.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeful Thoughts From A Sad Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My life is but a weaving&lt;br /&gt;Between my God and me&lt;br /&gt;I let Him choose the colors&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;worketh&lt;/span&gt; steadily.&lt;br /&gt;Ofttimes He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worketh&lt;/span&gt; sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I, within my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Forget He sees the pattern&lt;br /&gt;While I see only part.&lt;br /&gt;The dark threads were as needful&lt;br /&gt;In the Weaver's skillful hand,&lt;br /&gt;As the threads of gold and silver&lt;br /&gt;In the pattern He had planned.&lt;br /&gt;Not till the loom is silent&lt;br /&gt;And the shutters cease to fly&lt;br /&gt;Shall God unroll the canvas&lt;br /&gt;And explain the reason why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S7wt6KXrL-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/x9qPuTkh30Y/s1600/be+not+afraid.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S7wt6KXrL-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/x9qPuTkh30Y/s400/be+not+afraid.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457287325705514978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am having a rough month... memories of unfulfilled plans are constantly on my mind. I just gotta keep fighting through it and hopefully some gold and silver will start coming back into my pattern of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. Be Not Afraid by Greg Olsen is probably my all time favorite picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-2189836604807374482?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/2189836604807374482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=2189836604807374482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2189836604807374482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2189836604807374482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/04/hopeful-thoughts-from-sad-heart.html' title='Hopeful Thoughts From A Sad Heart'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S7wt6KXrL-I/AAAAAAAAAfM/x9qPuTkh30Y/s72-c/be+not+afraid.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-8932687666281655585</id><published>2010-03-31T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:50:08.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jobs...</title><content type='html'>Dear People Looking for CNA's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about 100 of you who are looking for CNA's with 6 month's experience and not one single job looking for someone with no experience. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET EXPERIENCE IF NO ONE WILL HIRE ME IF I DON"T HAVE EXPERIENCE?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to be jobless and poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S7OnWc5u-1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T-G0OR-bAtQ/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S7OnWc5u-1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T-G0OR-bAtQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454887577833110354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-8932687666281655585?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/8932687666281655585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=8932687666281655585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8932687666281655585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8932687666281655585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-jobs.html' title='Dear Jobs...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S7OnWc5u-1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/T-G0OR-bAtQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-5863631233964073330</id><published>2010-03-20T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:22:45.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Disease...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meet the nasty little disease I have been dealing with for a little over two weeks now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S6V5i7hy0RI/AAAAAAAAAe8/df0sIDDPFO0/s1600-h/DSCF1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S6V5i7hy0RI/AAAAAAAAAe8/df0sIDDPFO0/s400/DSCF1789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450896565003800850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A mild version of what my back looked like the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S6V5hxaBl5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/oQ4boGWniKE/s1600-h/DSCF1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S6V5hxaBl5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/oQ4boGWniKE/s400/DSCF1783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450896545106990994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is what happens when I brush my hair my scalp gets all swollen...I couldn't get this to take very well but you can see some of the bumps and my hair line is really red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S6V5hIMSt7I/AAAAAAAAAes/txA-4Mxw51s/s1600-h/DSCF1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S6V5hIMSt7I/AAAAAAAAAes/txA-4Mxw51s/s400/DSCF1779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450896534043539378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is what happened after I shaved. Its when I decided it wasn't just hives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S6V5gDp_xsI/AAAAAAAAAek/SqG8UPMqeZo/s1600-h/DSCF1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S6V5gDp_xsI/AAAAAAAAAek/SqG8UPMqeZo/s400/DSCF1770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450896515646080706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is just another random attack on my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;All of these were pictures of the pretty mild version of what was going on. I was always in too much pain when the really bad rashes hit to remember to take a picture. I wish I had thought to take a picture of my leg when I was at the doctors... It really freaked her out. It pretty much looked like one giant welt on my whole leg. I wasn't worried because I had already seen it happen to my arm, neck, stomach, and back. It always went away but I bet some people that saw it probably thought I had leprosy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I seriously thought I was just having an allergic reaction to something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; I have very sensitive skin. But... I was wrong. Its called scabies. A nasty little thing that is supposedly very common at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; even though I have never heard of it. I guess you can get it by washing your clothing in the same washer after someone who had it washed their clothing on too low of a temperature. I share a washer with 18 girls so its a possibility. They gave me a cream that I had to put on my whole body and leave it there for 10 hours. So I no longer have the scabies but it can take over a week for the redness, itchiness and swelling to go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh did I mention that scabies is the only itchy skin diseases that causes so much itchy pain that it can keep you awake at night and wake you up from a dead sleep??? Yup... fun stuff. My doctor said she was surprised that it took me so long to come in. I guess I'm tough... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. If I get an all out attack again I will try to take pictures to show you the disease in all it glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-5863631233964073330?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/5863631233964073330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=5863631233964073330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5863631233964073330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5863631233964073330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-disease.html' title='My Disease...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S6V5i7hy0RI/AAAAAAAAAe8/df0sIDDPFO0/s72-c/DSCF1789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-1205231294810943315</id><published>2010-03-14T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:25:30.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took the words right out of my mouth...</title><content type='html'>Found this on a fan page on facebook... Not sure where it came from but it spoke to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“I’ll run for you, I’ll die for you, I’ll be whatever you want me to be for you, I’ll cry for you, but just because I feel can’t live without you, doesn’t mean I won’t live at all, just because you feel you can live without me, doesn’t mean I won’t always love you. I just need to know you exist, I just need to know someone exists, that I would give the world to."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S5ydN19QxAI/AAAAAAAAAec/6S1R7NEInGY/s1600-h/crying+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S5ydN19QxAI/AAAAAAAAAec/6S1R7NEInGY/s400/crying+heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448402510359348226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-1205231294810943315?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/1205231294810943315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=1205231294810943315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1205231294810943315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1205231294810943315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/03/took-words-right-out-of-my-mouth.html' title='Took the words right out of my mouth...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S5ydN19QxAI/AAAAAAAAAec/6S1R7NEInGY/s72-c/crying+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2463989561370672176</id><published>2010-03-11T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:48:21.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Lover</title><content type='html'>My bank account had been overflowing (well overflowing for a college student) for the past 8 months. I had been saving for a large event that was supposed to take place in my life... coughweddingcough cough. Due to the recent change in my relationship status I found myself day dreaming about what to do with the money. I had many responsible ideas filling my head... iPod touch... new wardrobe... mail order groom...&lt;br /&gt;However all my recent thinkings about graduation made me realize that I am going to be officially an adult and have to get a real job. No more of these BYU jobs where you can walk to work. Also no more boyfriend to take me to get groceries and what not. So being the responsible adult that I am I decided to buy myself a new lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call him... Rudy! (name that movie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 490px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/photos/ice-age-3-rudy-11886049"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content7.flixster.com/photo/11/88/60/11886049_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/"&gt;Flixster&lt;/a&gt; - Share Movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though... I have habit of naming my animals after my favorite characters so upon purchasing my lover I decided that they looked very similar. So here he is my new lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s794.photobucket.com/albums/yy226/kenna_jan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1769.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 295px;" src="http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy226/kenna_jan/DSCF1769.jpg" alt="Rudy!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks it's RUDY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so they don't look exactly alike  but he does have big red tail lights that look like Rudy's red eyes and he is white. So he shall keep the namesake Rudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I was planning on getting a car this fast. I was just gonna start looking at options and wait for a really good deal to come along. I narrowed my search down to either the Honda Civic, Toyota Yaris, or Toyota Corolla. I told my Grandpa Bud what I was looking for and then he told his friend who owns a car dealership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam! He finds basically the perfect car for me. It was under my budget by about a grand, had low miles, good interior and was a Corolla. The only thing I would have prefered would be a manual transmission. But I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s794.photobucket.com/albums/yy226/kenna_jan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1766.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 464px; height: 308px;" src="http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy226/kenna_jan/DSCF1766.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay for owning a car.  Look you can see the red "eyes" :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My grandpa went to the dealership and looked at the car and put money down to save it for me to look at. I pretty much knew I was going to buy the car before I went down to Ogden to test drive it. My grandpa has a knack for finding great cars that last forever, so I trusted him. Pretty much everything was done before I got there: loan, mechanical look over, insurance... All I had to do was drive down there and pay my down payment. Marah came down with me so that I would have to drive back by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s794.photobucket.com/albums/yy226/kenna_jan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1768.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 307px;" src="http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy226/kenna_jan/DSCF1768.jpg" alt="marah and car" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marah and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent the night up in Roy with the Grandparents. We went out to eat at Village Inn (the grandparents have tons of gift cards so we told them the they needed to use some) and I got to drive everyone there in Rudy. After the food, Uncle Mike and I took Marah to Gold's Gym. Apparently she liked it there because she just bought a pass yesterday, haha. Then we all watched a movie from Redbox and then went to bed. Marah and I left the next morning and I spent the day showing my friends my sexy new lover. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks Grandpa Bud!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s794.photobucket.com/albums/yy226/kenna_jan/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF1767.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 338px;" src="http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy226/kenna_jan/DSCF1767.jpg" alt="Grandpa" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-2463989561370672176?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/2463989561370672176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=2463989561370672176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2463989561370672176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2463989561370672176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-lover.html' title='My New Lover'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-8819014898390826404</id><published>2010-03-04T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:45:57.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Grey's Anatomy Quotes...</title><content type='html'>This quote and the dark and twisty quote seem to fully describe my current state of mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Still, they say you don’t kick the habit until you hit rock bottom, but how do you know when you’re there? Because no matter how much something is hurting you, letting it go hurts even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-8819014898390826404?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/8819014898390826404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=8819014898390826404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8819014898390826404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8819014898390826404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-greys-anatomy-quotes.html' title='More Grey&apos;s Anatomy Quotes...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-7315920315719106466</id><published>2010-03-04T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:25:11.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark &amp; Twisty</title><content type='html'>So I have 7 weeks until I graduate and I have NO CLUE what I am going to do with my life... I'm not prepared. I handed my future completely over to a guy that had already broken my trust twice... You would think after the second time of him promising that we would get married and then dumping me that I would have not believed him. But no! I just figured that he had finally realized that he could live without me. So yet again I stopped hanging out with a couple great guys for him. Oh and did I mention that I also dropped some of the class I needed for grad school because he and I decided we would have to stay in Provo after I graduated so he could graduate. So it was pointless for me to take the classes...&lt;br /&gt;So here I am... one year later... and just as heart broken as I was last year. Except now I am also overwhelmed with the fear of graduating without any job prospects and no possible way to get into grad school. My dad warned me about this in December, but I was just too stupidly in love to see the problem I was getting myself in. Why didn't I just dump him back in October when he still hadn't proposed like he had promised he would??? Or in December, another time he had promised he would propose??? Because I'm stupid just plain stupid... this is why I am dark and twisty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have any genius ideas for a job??? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-7315920315719106466?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/7315920315719106466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=7315920315719106466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7315920315719106466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7315920315719106466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/03/dark-twisty.html' title='Dark &amp; Twisty'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-486712223407271694</id><published>2010-03-01T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:30:12.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Guys Want Some Cookies???</title><content type='html'>So I was feeling super productive today despite getting only 3 hours of sleep last night. I woke up and made it to class at 8, went to all 3 classes and took two tests. Even more amazing was I managed to do this all before 1 pm. On my way home from campus I was thinking that I was going to take a nice long nap, work out and then go to this dinner thing tonight. When I got home I ended up not feeling tired and decided to continue my day of productivity. So I decided to make cookies. I used a recipe that I got from my cooking class that is really yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Peanut Butter Munchies  (makes 32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 C. flour                                   1/4 C. peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. cocoa powder                       1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. baking soda                       1 Tbsp milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. sugar                                        1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. packed brown sugar            3/4 C. powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. butter, softened                            1/2 C. peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;     2 Tbsp. sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350°.&lt;br /&gt;2. In small bowl stir together flour, cocoa, and baking soda.&lt;br /&gt;3. In a large bowl, cream together 1/2 C. sugar, brown sugar, butter, and&lt;br /&gt; 1/4 C. peanut butter.  Beat in egg, milk and vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;4. Beat in as much flour as you can with an electric mixer.  Stir in remaining&lt;br /&gt; flour mixture.&lt;br /&gt;5. Shape dough into thirty-two 1 ¼” balls.  Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;6. In a small bowl, combine powdered sugar and 1/2 C. peanut butter.  Beat until smooth.  (If necessary, knead with your hands.)  Shape into 32 balls.&lt;br /&gt;7. To form the cookies, flatten one chocolate ball.  Place a peanut butter        ball on top.&lt;br /&gt;Shape the chocolate dough around the peanut butter center, completely covering the filling.  Re-shape into a ball.  Repeat with the remaining dough.&lt;br /&gt;8. Place 2 inches apart on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-greased cookie sheet.  Place 2 Tbsp. Sugar in bowl. Dip top of cookie in sugar and lightly flatten each cookie, Bake 8 minutes, or until cookies are set, and slight cracks form on top.  Cool on cookie sheet for 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;9. Remove from cookie sheet and cool on a rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4yESciB4hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/biLq6X5BT-s/s1600-h/DSCF1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4yESciB4hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/biLq6X5BT-s/s400/DSCF1759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443871502015521298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seriously delicious. They remind me of peanut butter cups but better tasting and less greasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4yERXFOiCI/AAAAAAAAAeM/KPT20JMu4JU/s1600-h/DSCF1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4yERXFOiCI/AAAAAAAAAeM/KPT20JMu4JU/s400/DSCF1754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443871483372668962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me the Chef ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-486712223407271694?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/486712223407271694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=486712223407271694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/486712223407271694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/486712223407271694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-guys-want-some-cookies.html' title='You Guys Want Some Cookies???'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4yESciB4hI/AAAAAAAAAeU/biLq6X5BT-s/s72-c/DSCF1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-6262729980628228959</id><published>2010-02-25T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:43:28.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Craft Land</title><content type='html'>A few posts back I mentioned that I was getting inspired by the millions of DIY blogs so I decided to try a few things out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first adventure I stumbled upon was making felt flowers for hair pins, skirts and head bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5dGhP3JI/AAAAAAAAAds/gax2eGfzcpc/s1600-h/DSCF1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5dGhP3JI/AAAAAAAAAds/gax2eGfzcpc/s400/DSCF1738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442452215573765266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I expanded my horizon a bit and started making flowers out of cloth... exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5cOjJXBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pHFKIi66k7U/s1600-h/DSCF1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5cOjJXBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/pHFKIi66k7U/s400/DSCF1721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442452200549342226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step was actually a large one. Nicole and I went to our local DI and found some 5 dollar skirts that we really liked. Some fit but there were some that were actually ginormous. So we decided to try out our very basic sewing skills and try to make them fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first one was actually quite complicated. It was originally a box skirt and a size 32. So I trimmed out some of the fabric and then I decided to make it more like a mermaid skirt. The bottom part of the skirt went really well but my butt area kept having a bump on it no matter what we did. But we finally got it fixed and I think it turned out really well and that it goes great with my cowboy boots :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5d6gqsWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/qtRh42K8h1I/s1600-h/DSCF1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5d6gqsWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/qtRh42K8h1I/s400/DSCF1743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442452229529973090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one was easy peasy. It was a size 40 A line skirt with an elastic waist band. All I had to do was make sure that I kept the A line angle and sew it back up. Its super comfortable and looks really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d6QC4IetI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lNmGvgKcNmU/s1600-h/DSCF1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d6QC4IetI/AAAAAAAAAeE/lNmGvgKcNmU/s400/DSCF1749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442453090769337042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Nicole and I decided to attempt to make all the feather headbands and clips that we see everywhere. The hardest part was finding feathers that we thought were cute. It was mardi gras weekend so most of the feathers were taken to make masks. It was also kind of weird because some of the feathers still had dried pieces of skins, it was actually quite disgusting. They turned out really well and we still have tons of feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5cpRo2tI/AAAAAAAAAdk/EPOIKh6Rcxk/s1600-h/DSCF1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5cpRo2tI/AAAAAAAAAdk/EPOIKh6Rcxk/s400/DSCF1736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442452207723666130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5bi43VdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jG13ldykrzo/s1600-h/DSCF1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5bi43VdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jG13ldykrzo/s400/DSCF1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442452188829275602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny that I ended up making a flower with the feathers... must be a habit. Haha! And don't you just LOVE my camera coloring changes... It has issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are attempting to make ruffle sleeve and necked shirts out of plain t-shirts. I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-6262729980628228959?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/6262729980628228959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=6262729980628228959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6262729980628228959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6262729980628228959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/02/adventures-in-craft-land.html' title='Adventures in Craft Land'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S4d5dGhP3JI/AAAAAAAAAds/gax2eGfzcpc/s72-c/DSCF1738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-5183153394991271782</id><published>2010-02-25T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:31:43.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Country Music</title><content type='html'>I love that Country Music can fit every mood... For example I can listen to the Lady Antebellum CD and I can pretty much find a song that fits every moment of my complicated dating life. For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is for days when I'm worried about leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;/the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt; dating capital of the world single...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One Day You Will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But down the road the sun is shining&lt;br /&gt;In every cloud there's a silver lining&lt;br /&gt;Just keep holding on (just keep holding on)&lt;br /&gt;And every heartache makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;But it won't be much longer&lt;br /&gt;You'll find love, you'll find peace&lt;br /&gt;And the you you're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I know right now that's not the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;But one day you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is for days when I wished things were different in my relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All We'd Ever Need"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wipe my tears away&lt;br /&gt;So many nights I've prayed for you to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; been chasing you&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; been trying to prove&lt;br /&gt;That you were all that mattered to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; said all the things&lt;br /&gt;That I kept inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; made you believe&lt;br /&gt;That what we had was all we'd ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is for good days when I'm sure that everything will go like I planned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't Take My Eyes Off You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when you tell me that I'm pretty&lt;br /&gt;When I just wake up&lt;br /&gt;And I love how you tease me when I'm moody&lt;br /&gt;But it's never too much&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling fast but the truth is I'm not scared at all&lt;br /&gt;You climbed my walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lay here beside me just hold me and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt;' I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt;' is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;' I've never known&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is for my tough days when I tell myself I'm leaving to Maryland and won't look back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Long Gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so like you just to show up at my door&lt;br /&gt;And act like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nothin's&lt;/span&gt; happened&lt;br /&gt;You think I'll sweep my heart up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;And give it to you&lt;br /&gt;Like so many times before&lt;br /&gt;You're talking to a stranger&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that girl anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is for days when I realize that life without my best friend will be miserable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Need You Now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I can't fight it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many emotions... I must be bipolar... or indecisive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-5183153394991271782?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/5183153394991271782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=5183153394991271782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5183153394991271782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5183153394991271782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life-in-country-music.html' title='My Life in Country Music'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-4104710885181757643</id><published>2010-02-18T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:18:49.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Emerson Hart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0tK70gN190&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2369621404216500463</id><published>2010-02-11T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:15:23.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Donny Osmond</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSAvicL_2pQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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dated less than 4 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-3167712997114584207?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/3167712997114584207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=3167712997114584207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3167712997114584207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3167712997114584207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-bitter.html' title='I&apos;m not bitter...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-3664476974737069248</id><published>2010-01-30T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:00:22.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Dear Facebook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-3664476974737069248?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/3664476974737069248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=3664476974737069248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3664476974737069248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3664476974737069248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-1103748122157850798</id><published>2010-01-29T00:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:24:32.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary of my Current Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 13px;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(60, 96, 91); font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;If You Forget Me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;       I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is:&lt;br /&gt;if I look&lt;br /&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;br /&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;br /&gt;if I touch&lt;br /&gt;near the fire&lt;br /&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;br /&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;br /&gt;were little boats&lt;br /&gt;that sail&lt;br /&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now,&lt;br /&gt;if little by little you stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you forget me&lt;br /&gt;do not look for me,&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners&lt;br /&gt;that passes through my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you decide&lt;br /&gt;to leave me at the shore&lt;br /&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;that on that day,&lt;br /&gt;at that hour,&lt;br /&gt;I shall lift my arms&lt;br /&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;br /&gt;to seek another land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;if each day,&lt;br /&gt;each hour,&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;br /&gt;with implacable sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;if each day a flower&lt;br /&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;br /&gt;ah my love, ah my own,&lt;br /&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;br /&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;br /&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;without leaving mine      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-1103748122157850798?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/1103748122157850798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=1103748122157850798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1103748122157850798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1103748122157850798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/01/summary-of-my-current-feelings.html' title='Summary of my Current Feelings'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-6672615494151380115</id><published>2010-01-22T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:20:32.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty</title><content type='html'>I don't know if  any of you guys noticed but my sidebar of blogs that I like has slowly been filling up with crafty blogs. I have really had the urge to be creative (and slack off from school) lately. Plus I am really poor but enjoy having a new addition to my look every once in a while so I decided to try and make some stuff. The first thing (and only thing so far) I started on was making these really cute felt flowers for myself and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S1nakoTMarI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jFMZw2PRVqo/s1600-h/img_3900_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S1nakoTMarI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jFMZw2PRVqo/s320/img_3900_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429611148599913138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine are a bit bigger and a little more grown up looking but you get the point... If you want to learn how to make them &lt;a href="http://ahootandaholler.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/11/april-showers-b.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things from that blog called A Hoot &amp;amp; A Holler that I really want to make. This lady is amazing! She has three cute girls and is able to make all these darling little dresses and other outfits for them. I am actually trying to convince myself to pull out my sewing machine and make some of the dresses for a bigger girl (like me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S1ncIY7rwMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SeM_5IhksZs/s1600-h/6a00e54fcb936d88340128761dcc57970c-pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S1ncIY7rwMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SeM_5IhksZs/s320/6a00e54fcb936d88340128761dcc57970c-pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429612862461690050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing I want to make from her website is this ruffled scarf... except I would make mine a light blue with a slight pattern on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the best picture but its the best one I could find. It seems pretty easy to make. You can &lt;a href="http://ahootandaholler.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/12/ruffle-mania-scarf-tutorial.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to learn for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S1nc4jKesnI/AAAAAAAAAco/UmrEQ1cbGC0/s1600-h/6a00d834525de169e200e550a94b1d8834-pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S1nc4jKesnI/AAAAAAAAAco/UmrEQ1cbGC0/s320/6a00d834525de169e200e550a94b1d8834-pi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429613689841824370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I want to do is make this ruffled except figure out how to make it adult size. The instructions seem pretty straight forward but who knows how good my sewing skills are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahootandaholler.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/12/ruffle-mania-scarf-tutorial.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to try it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S1ndiRsM2NI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wGhrELHGPv8/s1600-h/washernecklace4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S1ndiRsM2NI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wGhrELHGPv8/s320/washernecklace4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429614406705928402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is another project that I want to take on. It seems really easy and not very expensive. If you want to try it &lt;a href="http://craftingchicks.blogspot.com/2009/08/industiral-strength-jewelry.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go... an intro into my journey into being more crafty :-) I'm also taking a cooking class right now as well. Yup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; right I'm going to be a tree hugging, sporty, fashionable, crafty mountain woman chef. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-6672615494151380115?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/6672615494151380115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=6672615494151380115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6672615494151380115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6672615494151380115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/01/crafty.html' title='Crafty'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/S1nakoTMarI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jFMZw2PRVqo/s72-c/img_3900_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2412653109500943917</id><published>2010-01-20T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:23:20.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Dear Family and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;I have entered a time in my life where I have some very huge decisions to make. It is extremely overwhelming and I'm not quite sure I will be able to do it on my own. Please don't worry about but if you could be keep me in your prayers that would be such a huge favor for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much, I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I just read this quote in Elder Uchtdorf's talk called Hold on a Little Longer: "As President Harold B. Lee taught: 'Testimony isn’t something that you have today and you keep always. Testimony is either going to grow and grow to the brightness of certainty, or it is going to diminish to nothingness, depending upon what we do about it. I say, the testimony that we recapture day by day is the thing that saves us from the pitfalls of the adversary.' We need to stay close to the Lord every day if we are to survive the adversity that we all must face."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-2412653109500943917?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/2412653109500943917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=2412653109500943917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2412653109500943917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2412653109500943917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/01/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-8152145963168341849</id><published>2010-01-18T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:32:05.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Jon</title><content type='html'>Dear Jon,&lt;div&gt;I saw this on youtube and thought of you since you are the only one who knows my true love of skittles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyYJlYxVJDc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AyYJlYxVJDc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-8152145963168341849?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/8152145963168341849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=8152145963168341849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8152145963168341849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8152145963168341849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-jon.html' title='For Jon'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-79517889616287225</id><published>2009-12-11T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:12:57.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SyLgAVNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nCmZbmx2nC8/s1600-h/stressed_student.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SyLgAVNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nCmZbmx2nC8/s400/stressed_student.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414135998351814194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear World... See you next Friday... I am entering into my study for finals cave... Joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-79517889616287225?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/79517889616287225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=79517889616287225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/79517889616287225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/79517889616287225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals.html' title='Finals...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SyLgAVNqLjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nCmZbmx2nC8/s72-c/stressed_student.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-7401834618663807706</id><published>2009-11-29T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:20:58.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So my last threat about nothing Christmasy entering my life was very successful until two days before Thanksgiving... My sister Marah and I went up to my Mikesell Grandparent's house for the first part of Thanksgiving break. My Grandma was talking about possibly not putting up the Christmas tree... So I decided that I needed to help her and so I put it up two days before Thanksgiving because I wouldn't have time on Thanksgiving. I feel that since this was a good deed that I can still consider my Christmas boycott a success. But now that it is after thanksgiving I can give my blog a Christmas makeover, YAY! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SxNkHd9SaxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i8xJzEawtFE/s1600/img_christmas-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SxNkHd9SaxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i8xJzEawtFE/s400/img_christmas-dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409777656865647378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I would like a basset hound puppy for Christmas :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-7401834618663807706?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/7401834618663807706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=7401834618663807706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7401834618663807706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7401834618663807706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SxNkHd9SaxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/i8xJzEawtFE/s72-c/img_christmas-dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-1941488022638743341</id><published>2009-11-09T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:02:40.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Christmas... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well not actually all of Christmas but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; when people start decorating for Christmas as soon as Halloween is over! What ever happened to celebrating Thanksgiving? I personally like Thanksgiving, nothing is better than eating tons of turkey and pie. So I have decided to boycott Christmas until after Thanksgiving is over. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Listen to any Christmas music and if Christmas music comes on the radio I will change stations&lt;br /&gt;2) Watch any Christmas movies even if there is nothing else good on TV&lt;br /&gt;3) Hang up any Christmas decorations&lt;br /&gt;4) Buy any Christmas presents (you get the best price on gifts the day after Thanksgiving anyways...)&lt;br /&gt;5) Change my Autumn blog theme to a Winter or Christmas theme&lt;br /&gt;6) Shop at any store that has already set up for Christmas... ok so this is basically impossible since every store already had done this... but I WILL NOT enter the Christmas aisle :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Svh1RvA70bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DWYVy13fuio/s1600-h/1happy-thanksgiving.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Svh1RvA70bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DWYVy13fuio/s400/1happy-thanksgiving.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402196700569522610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-1941488022638743341?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/1941488022638743341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=1941488022638743341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1941488022638743341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1941488022638743341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-christmas.html' title='I Hate Christmas... :-)'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Svh1RvA70bI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DWYVy13fuio/s72-c/1happy-thanksgiving.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-504422753828024803</id><published>2009-10-31T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:59:44.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our BYU Homecoming day started off pretty early at 8:30 am (that's really early for a Saturday). Brian's coach required all of the long distance guys to run the 5k that BYU always puts on during Homecoming, the Cougar Run. So I got to wake up bright and early to go over to the track and stand there freezing. Since Brian didn't want to pay the money ($15) to be an actual participant, he just started with all the runners and stopped right before the finish line. So I only got starting pictures of him running...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0WSLX3z3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/-cUxB64ggoo/s1600-h/P1000345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0WSLX3z3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/-cUxB64ggoo/s400/P1000345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398996029833465714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian warming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0UtxN0-qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/C9QSpzwB6II/s1600-h/P1000354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0UtxN0-qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/C9QSpzwB6II/s400/P1000354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398994304825096866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting stance (Brian and Kyle were standing sideways to be funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0VM9L8CZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DCtxoy9H8No/s1600-h/P1000362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0VM9L8CZI/AAAAAAAAAWo/DCtxoy9H8No/s400/P1000362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398994840614341010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian and Kyle after the race. Our friend Kyle, who was a national champion in track last year, is now a professional runner so he ran it and won the $150 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0VNF_BwcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Nuqyl8EeU6k/s1600-h/P1000363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0VNF_BwcI/AAAAAAAAAWw/Nuqyl8EeU6k/s400/P1000363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398994842976108994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brian and I (he has his eyes closed but its the only one we got)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that we headed to the Smith Field House to print off the tickets that Marah had emailed to us for the TCU game. Brian can sometimes get into games for free since he is an athlete but this one was sold out so we both had to get tickets. Luckily, Marah and some of her friends went to Zion's so they gave us their tickets for free! Unfortunately I was stupid and failed to make sure that the tickets were actually attached. So we ended up only having one ticket. After I was mad at myself for a while we finally got another ticket from Kado (Brian's roommate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the game we went to Brick Oven with Brian's MTC friend Jake and his wife Sabra. Jake's Dad, sister and brother-in-law (Emily and Bush) also came along. I love Brick Oven, they have the best pizza and root beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we carpooled to the game. It was quite funny. We found out that there is scooter and motorcycle parking right next to the stadium. Plus when you are on a scooter you can weave in and out of traffic and never get stuck in lines. So Brian drove my scooter and Jake drove his motorcycle. They first dropped Sabra and I off. Then drove back and picked up Emily and Bush. Then Brian was sent to go pick up Jake's dad. Which was HILARIOUS! My scooter is pink which is funny enough when you see two guys on it... but throw in the fact the Jake's dad is a big guy... makes it even funnier. Dave had fun though and enjoyed all the cat calls he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our seats were actually pretty decent (21st row in the endzone) and we were really excited when BYU stopped TCU pretty hard on the first play. I turned to Emily and told her that we might actually have a pretty decent game... I am pretty sure I must have cursed the game... I should have knocked on wood or something. Cuz BOY WAS I WRONG. The game was terrible. I was soo embarrassed, especially since it was supposed to be the best game of the week. We left early because we wanted to beat the crowd and I was just getting mad, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0Z5mOw3OI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Z29DuQOxCxA/s1600-h/P1000364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0Z5mOw3OI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Z29DuQOxCxA/s400/P1000364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399000005592800482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BYU setting up for another terrible drive, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0aiRGTDYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TaCuEpjjCYc/s1600-h/P1000367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0aiRGTDYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TaCuEpjjCYc/s400/P1000367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399000704294784386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to be happy even though BYU is losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0Z571k9EI/AAAAAAAAAXI/J3ZCstcDTVQ/s1600-h/P1000368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0Z571k9EI/AAAAAAAAAXI/J3ZCstcDTVQ/s400/P1000368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399000011392742466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave, Emily and Bush enjoying the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0aiO-MMiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/K66l49eqkG0/s1600-h/P1000369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0aiO-MMiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/K66l49eqkG0/s400/P1000369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399000703723909666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy cuz we are leaving the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we did our little carpooling thing again and then headed over to get some more food at Red Robin. After Red Robin we were still awake and ready to do stuff. So we went and bought some GINORMOUS pumpkins, seriously they were so big that the scale wouldn't work. So they just let us buy them for 5 dollars each (which is how much the 30 lb ones cost which is the highest the scale can read) and we rented "Land of the Lost". I barely watched the movie cuz I was having so much fun with the pumpkins. They didn't end up turning out so well just because they were sooo thick and hard. But we still had fun. I forgot to take pictures of the pumpkins, but we carved more later and they turned out much better. I'll post those in the next post. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-504422753828024803?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/504422753828024803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=504422753828024803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/504422753828024803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/504422753828024803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Su0WSLX3z3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/-cUxB64ggoo/s72-c/P1000345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-561982757913971128</id><published>2009-10-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:06:59.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/St8-He1ZmkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0OAcbABm3-k/s1600-h/15004516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/St8-He1ZmkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0OAcbABm3-k/s400/15004516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395099176870189634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't she just the cutest thing you have ever seen!?!?!?! I saw her a few months ago in a town called Goshen on my way to camp at mirror lake. I thought show was a very beautiful color (i love that the tail has a little red in it too) and I wanted to stop and  buy her... Luckily I have self control and tend to be very careful with money so I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... I was checking out KSL.com the other day for fun and looked at the horses for sale. She had just been put on the website an hour before I got on! I think it's fate... :-) Now I just have to convince myself that I can afford the $500 (by the way $500 is really cheap for a horse)... which I probably won't be able to... but a girl can dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/St8_KnXGcVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/301gjiVG6uc/s1600-h/15004517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/St8_KnXGcVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/301gjiVG6uc/s400/15004517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395100330210259282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that cute face... it just screams "buy me" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-561982757913971128?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/561982757913971128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=561982757913971128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/561982757913971128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/561982757913971128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want.html' title='I Want...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/St8-He1ZmkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0OAcbABm3-k/s72-c/15004516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-5074892949370697575</id><published>2009-10-11T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:59:05.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanities...</title><content type='html'>Humanities is a waste of time, waste of a class and waste of a major...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even taking the class and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there should be some rule set by BYU that if you are on a class field trip for 4 days and your stupid humanities professor assigns yet another essay the day you leave and its due the next day after you get back... that you should be given an extension so you girlfriend doesn't have to sit home writing the stupid thing... and trying not to pull her hair out... GRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously who cares what the artist was or wasn't thinking when he did that brush stroke??? Maybe I would care if you had a way to prove that's what he was thinking... like his personal journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I will just think that Humanities is just a crappy major where all you do is speculate and gain no real knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-5074892949370697575?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/5074892949370697575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=5074892949370697575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5074892949370697575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5074892949370697575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/10/humanities.html' title='Humanities...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-5199559371138857258</id><published>2009-10-10T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:28:39.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU students are slightly insane sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the other day I was reading in the Opinions section of The Daily Universe. I like to read them and laugh at the stupid things people feel they need to write in and inform the school about. I then stubbled across this gem... Decoration Discretion... Oh my gosh!!!!!!!! If I knew the guy I would punch him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="content_1"&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have noticed many “cute” Halloween decorations being put up around campus. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It takes no imagination or knowledge of paganism/witchcraft to see the holiday’s clear roots.&lt;/span&gt; Other holidays are much more cryptic in the origins of their symbolism, but at least they have some ties to Christianity; not so with Halloween. However, I started to think more about Halloween when I came across a quote from “Power of the Witch” by Lori Cabot, founder of the Witches’ League for Public Awareness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“We encourage them (local businesses) not to decorate their stores and windows with images of repulsive-looking witches with pointed hats, riding broomsticks and cackling through broken teeth…We also discourage images of ghouls, ghosts, Dracula, vampires, Frankenstein and people with their bodies ripped apart. We point out that there are plenty of colorful Halloween images that are not offensive and that do not play upon society’s fears and pollute the minds of children and adults…encouraging their children to do mischief.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the eighth century, the Catholic church instituted All Saints’ Day on Nov. 1 as a part of an attempt to de-paganize and Christianize the people. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking at our society, I would say this valiant effort has ultimately failed&lt;/span&gt;. As believers in Christ, I think we should not be more extreme in our observance of Oct. 31 than the Witches’ League. I think we all need to reconsider our attitudes regarding Halloween and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;glorification of evil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marshall Coe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lehi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Can you believe this guy!?!?! I'm embarassed... so much for college students having higher intellects. Apparently this guy needs to really move out of Utah and see what glorification of evil really is. I feel bad for this guys kids... they are only gonna be able to celebrate Presidents day, Easter (without the easter bunny and egg hunts, of course), Memorial Day, 4th of July and Thanksgiving (but they won't be able to eat that much food cuz gluttony is a sin).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to read it and comments made by smarter BYU students &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://universe.byu.edu/node/2748#comment-1204"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-5199559371138857258?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/5199559371138857258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=5199559371138857258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5199559371138857258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5199559371138857258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/10/byu-students-are-slightly-insane.html' title='BYU students are slightly insane sometimes...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-9028499085791235534</id><published>2009-08-25T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:43:52.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Survival Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My next few post are going to be a bit outdated because I just haven't had time to blog. But I want to have all this stuff written down so I don't forget it. :-) So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Spring Term at BYU I needed to take two classes: Inorganic Chem Lab and Philosophical and Ethical Issues in Exercise Science. Both of these classes happened to be only 1 credit each so I had room in my schedule to add some fun classes. Since I love hiking I decided to take a class called Wilderness Trek which I assumed was about hiking. I was wrong. On the first day of class we found out it was a survival class. The teacher proceeded to scare us by informing us about our final which would be a 4 day trip where we were only allowed to bring a sleeping bag, coat, poncho and a knife. The next day of class most of the girls and a few of the boys had dropped the class, haha. I decided to stick around because I figured the skills we would learn would be pretty useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day the Final trip came around I was not very excited, in fact I tried to convince Brian to break my ankle so that I wouldn't have to go... Brian made me go. The class got into the van and headed out to some unknown location in Utah. (They wanted it to be a secret so that it was like a real survival situation). In the desert, somewhere near Delta Utah, our van "ran out of gas". We all had to get out and walk to try and find a gas station. After walking about 8 miles our teacher finally showed up and told us to make camp for the night. At this point it was dark outside so all we could do was lay out our ponchos and sleeping bags on the ground. It was freezing that night and super uncomfortable because the spot they choose for us girls to sleep has dead sage brush everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ6_CiqfyI/AAAAAAAAARw/THsLww4yRqk/s1600-h/the+survival+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ6_CiqfyI/AAAAAAAAARw/THsLww4yRqk/s400/the+survival+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373985110048276258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The girls in the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Super early in the morning we were woken up by our TA's and told to hunt for food. They had hidden a grape fruit for each of us to eat. We were told that was going to be our only food for the day unless we ate some of the plants around the area. So I saved mine to eat until I was super starving. The next task we had to do was build two traps that we had been taught how to make. This part was super frustrating for me. The rock that we had to set up our traps underneath was super heavy and we had to hold it up on our own with one hand while setting up the trap with the other hand. My problem was not that my traps were bad, I just kept dropping the rock on the trap, on my hand, on my foot and so on. I finally got both traps set up and passed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had to make a bow drill fire kit and get a fire started. Making the bow drill kit was easy but the fire part took forever. Everyone seemed to struggle with making the fire even though we had all made them before in our classes. It got to the point where the TA's were helping us and we still weren't getting a fire. After about three hours of working at it Mike (one of the TAs) and I finally got my fire started. I was the third person to do it! Haha. After we got our fire started we were given flint and steel so we could make a fire faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all our fires were made, we were taught how to make shoes from the bark off cedar trees and then they took away our shoes. The shoes we made kept your feet safe from prickles but you sure had to walk super slow in them or they fell off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ6-vRmX9I/AAAAAAAAARo/xM3fiHrUtgs/s1600-h/my+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ6-vRmX9I/AAAAAAAAARo/xM3fiHrUtgs/s400/my+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373985104876429266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My cedar tree shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were then all brought together for a devotional. Our teacher talked about how close you can be with God in nature and also about how animals were given to us by God for nourishment. By this time I knew what they were gonna make us do... we were gonna have to kill an animal. The TA's came walking up with three chickens. I was luckily not chosen to be the one to kill one but I did have to hold the rope to keep the chicken from moving. I was not very happy about having the chickens die but I was happy to have some food cuz I was starving! We cut the chicken up and made a stew type thing. We were also given flour, water and brown sugar to make these ash cake things which tasted soo good (but I'm sure they would taste nasty if I made them anytime else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we were done eating it started to rain really hard. So we took what we could and the TA's brought us to some pre-made shelters to stay the night. We were supposed to make our own that night but they didn't want us making them in the dark and in the rain. The girl shelter was pretty nice but it was definitely only made to fit one person. We tried to get a fire started so that we could try and fix the shelter a little bit but it was too rainy. So we all crawled in there. I ended up on one the edges but found out there was a huge stick hanging down that stopped right above my hips. If I moved or rolled on my side it would jab me. Plus since the shelter was old, lots of the sticks had fallen down and covered the ground which made it really bumpy. Also the rain still came through the shelter a little bit. Needless to say, I did not sleep well that night at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we were woken up before the sun had even come up. The teacher then took each one of us to our own individual spots where we would stay for the next day and a half: "solo time". We had to stay close to our area and we weren't allowed to go find someone else, we had to be alone. Even though it was morning the first thing I did was build a fire pit and make sure that I could get a fire started. I knew that a fire would help calm me through the night when I was alone. I got the fire started in less than five minutes and decided to try and keep it going all day. I was afraid I might not be able to get another one going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ698eF8PI/AAAAAAAAARY/-2WfvPD93Hw/s1600-h/back+of+my+shelter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ698eF8PI/AAAAAAAAARY/-2WfvPD93Hw/s400/back+of+my+shelter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373985091238621426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The back wall of my shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rest of the day I spent working on a comfortable shelter, so first I cleared the ground of all rock and twigs and had nice soft ground. Then I started to build the wall off my lean-to. My first plan was to make a really good wall of sticks (and bark for insulation) and then just have my poncho be the V part down from the wall. After I had most of my shelter built a huge storm hit and I had to hide in my shelter. Turns out just having the poncho as a wall didn't work too well. The wind kept sucking it onto me and then some of the water would come through onto me. Plus I had left both ends of the lean-to open which let wind and water into my shelter. So once the storm was over I decided to build the V part with long sticks and then cover it with the poncho for extra waterproofing. I also covered one end with sticks and then branches off the cedar for added insulation from the wind. I spent pretty much the whole day breaking off big sticks and branches so that my shelter would be good. Plus I gathered tons of fire wood just in case I couldn't sleep through the night. I was glad I kept myself busy because then I didn't think about how alone I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ6-UWra7I/AAAAAAAAARg/49PfHF4qeZo/s1600-h/another+view+of+my+shelter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ6-UWra7I/AAAAAAAAARg/49PfHF4qeZo/s400/another+view+of+my+shelter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373985097649974194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My finished shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon as it got dark I headed into my shelter. I fell asleep very quickly and only had one scare during the night. I was woken up by what I thought was something walking through my camp. I had my head at the open end of the shelter so I tried to hide as best as I could. When the noise got louder and I was pretty sure the animal was very close to my head, I turned and looked outside and yelled RARR as loud as possible. Trying to scare off the animal. When I couldn't see anything and still heard the "walking" I looked around the camp. Turns out part of my poncho came loose and was hitting a stick when the wind blew it. Yeah I felt like a big dork. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ69Xfz7UI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8LFYPQA0hV0/s1600-h/my+shelter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ69Xfz7UI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8LFYPQA0hV0/s400/my+shelter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373985081313717570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Getting picked up after my Solo time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I woke up in the morning I really had nothing to do since we were being picked up later that day, there was no point in making my shelter better. So I took out my sleeping bag and tried to clean it off and then I tried to bury as much ash as I could because there was a ton of it. But I pretty much had nothing to do since we weren't allowed to hike around. This was pretty much the only time when I got "homesick". They finally picked us all up that afternoon and took us to the area where the TA's stayed the whole time. They gave us some sandwiches to eat and had us sit in their huge shelter. Then since it was Sunday we were given permission to have a sacrament meeting. It was pretty cool, we sang songs and shared our testimonies. After that we packed up and headed home to real life and showers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ7SmqVQUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YKjeuk11-rM/s1600-h/the+whole+group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ7SmqVQUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YKjeuk11-rM/s400/the+whole+group2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373985446161629506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The whole class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-9028499085791235534?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/9028499085791235534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=9028499085791235534' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/9028499085791235534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/9028499085791235534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-survival-class.html' title='My Survival Class'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SpQ6_CiqfyI/AAAAAAAAARw/THsLww4yRqk/s72-c/the+survival+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-4659537828381322194</id><published>2009-07-24T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:17:03.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Stuff</title><content type='html'>Its late...&lt;br /&gt;I should be sleeping but I can't stop reading this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.whymormongirlsstaysingle.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this one is pretty funny too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://seriouslysoblessed.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-4659537828381322194?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/4659537828381322194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=4659537828381322194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4659537828381322194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4659537828381322194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny Stuff'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-5093739928422835187</id><published>2009-07-14T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:58:45.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Trip 1</title><content type='html'>Brian's brother Kevin graduated from High School this year and in Texas after you graduate you get a big party. So Brian flew home for the party and was planning on driving his new Accord back after the party. The drive from Texas to Provo is about 18 hours. Brian's parents decided they didn't want him drving it alone so they convinced him to have me fly down. So on Wednesday June 17th they all called me and surprised me with my flight that next morning. The funny thing about this was that I actually had a Spring final to take that next day. My flight left at 10 and the testing center for BYU opens at 8. So I got to take my New Testament final in ten minutes. Yup, I answered 78 questions in 10 minutes... haha. Needless to say I didn't do as well as I would of had I taken time on it but hey I don't have to worry about keeping my scholarship anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Aleman's who are friends of the Weirich family drove me to the airport and 5 hours (and a very uncomfortable flight where I was in the row infron of the emergency exit which didn't have a window, the chairs didn't lean back, there was less leg room, the head rest hit the wrong spot and caused my neck to be bent, and the guy next to me had a large bag the spilled over into my leg room... so fun) later I was in Austin Texas. The weather there was a definite shocker, Utah hadn't broken 90 yet and Austin was 98 plus humidity, I was dying. Luckily the AC in Brian's car worked very well. We then did the one hour drive to Fredericksburg. The first thing we did upon our arrival was go ride the horses, Aly and Peanut, and meet Aly's colt, Nina. Then we went to the store and picked up some Oak Farms... the best chocolate milk in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day we got invited to the Rodeo by Brian's friend Ed. So Brian and his dad took me to Tractor Supply to buy a shirt that would make me look a little more like a country girl ( basically so Brian wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen with me... haha). Brian's dad found a realy cute yellow pearl snap shirt. They also surprised me by buying me a belt and a pair of boots (I rode Peanut the day before in flip flops which is really hard). We then of course had to go horse riding to test out my new boots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358456827770895618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0QGDOM_QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OA7KLVJyTPI/s400/DSCF1263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358457822178730594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0Q_7rgYmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3MTIIlWSDUg/s400/DSCF1267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Us on Aly and Peanut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We then took showers and had some of Rick's (Brian's Dad) famous Chicken Fried Steak. Then we ran out the door to the Stonewall's Peach Jamboree Rodeo. The funniest thing happened when we were trying to enter the rodeo. I didn't bring my ID and they kept asking us if we were over 21. I kept telling them that we were but that we didn't drink. They were so confused and didn't really know what to do and they finally just let us through. I guess there are very amny people at rodeos who are sober. Brian's friend Ed and his girlfriend Christine had the same problem ( they aren't mormon but have the same basic standards). It was a really small rodeo but still very fun. There was also a dance there afterwords. Another funny thing I have never seen before was all the couples that were dancing still both had beers in their hands. It looked really uncomfortable to be holding it like that but guess they just didn't want their beer stolen   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:-). Brian and I danced a few songs and decided that we needed to take a country dancing class.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358464180431918578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0WyCBMlfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XVPnLTPr2ts/s400/DSCF1235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358464191551874706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0WyrcZppI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ITHwSC-OowQ/s400/DSCF1261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brian and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The next day was spent cleaning up around the Weirich house in preparation for Kevin's Party that night. We got to mow, weedwhip, trim branches, rip out lots of pokey bushes, move some old wood (in which were the BIGGEST black widow and brown recluse spiders that I have ever seen... and Brian wasn't wearing any gloves when he was picking up the wood, I was) and burn all the garbage. I even got to learn how to drive the tractor. I also got to go feed the cows and pet them. The only one that really let me get close was Betty the cow. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358486437045763618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0rBiXcfiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/okNQ4z9rflw/s400/DSCF1215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brian on the Tractor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358495076950682962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0y4chTLVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/D0IYreNedVA/s400/DSCF1226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and the tractor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358495081708390674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0y4uPoCRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UD2FZTGcMR8/s400/DSCF1225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Betty and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After everything was clean we decided to ride the horses one last time before we left/ we also worked with little Nina for a bit. We got her to wear a halter for the first time and tried to teach her how to be on a lead rope. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358505507017302354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl08Xji9oVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/O_kJ69Kj_zA/s400/DSCF1272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With little Nina and her halter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we had the big party where we got to eat Rick's wonderful BBQ and hang out with lots of Brian's relatives and family friends. Then at around midnight we took off for Provo. We made it to Provo in 16 hours without getting a ticket and getting lost for about an hour. :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-5093739928422835187?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/5093739928422835187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=5093739928422835187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5093739928422835187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5093739928422835187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/07/texas-trip-1.html' title='Texas Trip 1'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0QGDOM_QI/AAAAAAAAAPg/OA7KLVJyTPI/s72-c/DSCF1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-3919570970464822473</id><published>2009-07-14T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:32:01.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camping is one of my favorite things. So before Peter and Nicole left for Sweden, Brian left for Colorado and I left for Arizona; we did one last camping trip for the summer. We headed up to Price Canyon and drove for about an hour before we found the perfect camping spot. It was tucked back far away from the road, had lots of trees to block the wind and had some pretty good views. We drank our traditional Rockstars, roasted hot dogs and made some s'mores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358441766465652258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0CZXfNRiI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Rz1To3Q73Vc/s400/DSCF1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358439728027849442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0Aittw0uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rqV0-DCxPeA/s400/DSCF1149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally went to bed around 2 am and we were all exhausted. However, Brian and I both didn't get very good sleep. We ended up on the side of the tarp that had tons of rocks underneath and we didn't bring pads to sleep on. I have recently become one of those people who can only sleep on a very fluffly mattress, so I definitely was in trouble. we finally fell asleep after clearing all the rocks out and making the ground semi comfortable. Then about an hour later, Nicole and Peter's dog, Jade, decided she wanted to come visit me and Brian. So she walked all over us, gave us kissed and kept switching back and forth between mine and Brian's sleeping bag. After she kept us up for about an hour Nicole finally came over and grabbed Jade and "locked" Jade up in her sleeping bag. Then we got about two hours of sleep before the sun woke us up. After that night I was pretty sure I was never going camping without an air mattress ever agin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we had breakfast and took some pictures of the pretty views that were surrounding us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358445956022603234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0GNOzbDeI/AAAAAAAAAPY/EWbvZ-iyGEg/s400/DSCF1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then drove the very senic route home so that we could see Mt. Nebo and The Devils Kitchen. This drive took us an extra hour and had us driving downhill the whole time. This drive somehow successfully broke the speedometer, odometer and transmission in Brian's car... Luckily Brian's dad found him a good Honda Accord for $2,000. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-3919570970464822473?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/3919570970464822473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=3919570970464822473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3919570970464822473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3919570970464822473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping.html' title='Camping!'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/Sl0CZXfNRiI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Rz1To3Q73Vc/s72-c/DSCF1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-4102786927035053702</id><published>2009-06-16T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:48:46.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>So I had an itching the past few months to get back into playing soccer. I played most of my life but quit after an injury my junior year in high school. I wanted to play all the time but I was really worried that I would play terribly and I don't really enjoy being terrible... so I avoided it. So finally this spring term I enrolled in BYU's beginning soccer class. (I would have taken intermediate soccer except it wasn't offered) I wanted to test out my skills and see how terrible I was.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that the class is labelled "beginning soccer" only one person in the class had never played soccer. So the games we played were actually quite interesting. I was one of only five girls in the class which also made things interesting. I know I should be all gung ho about girl power and say that girls can be just as good as boys... but after my many years studying anatomy and physiology I know that boys are just more athletic than girls. It was definitely intimidating trying to defend some of the 6'2", 200lb boys coming full speed at me. I managed to make it through the class with only one injury on my knee from tackling a guy, Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I impressed some of the boys in my class and I was actually invited to play on their BYU intramural soccer team. We started the season late and only got to play in two games before playoffs started. We lost in the first round. It was such a frustrating game. After palying organized soccer for over 10 years playing boot ball like 2nd graders is no fun. We ended up losing in the last 30 secs of overtime due to the fact that the other team got the ball when they were offsides and scored (BYU intramural refs don't know what offsides is... retards). But I am still glad I took the class and played on the team. I am also signed up to take intermediate soccer in the fall. Party!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my only fan Brian came to all of my games and took some pictures of the playoff game. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the one in the gray shorts and black socks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SjgaFNoVtYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pa5pz93WmxY/s1600-h/DSCF1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SjgaFNoVtYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pa5pz93WmxY/s400/DSCF1076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348053234362987906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SjgaFl-SEEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7jh04LE56UQ/s1600-h/DSCF1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SjgaFl-SEEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7jh04LE56UQ/s400/DSCF1078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348053240897474626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SjgaGBdAp9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/_k6J692g0u0/s1600-h/DSCF1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SjgaGBdAp9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/_k6J692g0u0/s400/DSCF1085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348053248274114514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got tripped here and I was way mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SjgaF436e5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Xf6H3Ml83P0/s1600-h/DSCF1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SjgaF436e5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Xf6H3Ml83P0/s400/DSCF1082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348053245971037074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-4102786927035053702?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/4102786927035053702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=4102786927035053702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4102786927035053702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4102786927035053702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/06/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SjgaFNoVtYI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pa5pz93WmxY/s72-c/DSCF1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-5098899223422256340</id><published>2009-04-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:49:29.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE SNOW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snow, snow, go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Come again some other day&lt;br /&gt;We want to go outside and play&lt;br /&gt;Come again some other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SedvXjiUavI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ASdlzk1N9Hw/s1600-h/SNOWING_2_april_2006_m-315x255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SedvXjiUavI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ASdlzk1N9Hw/s400/SNOWING_2_april_2006_m-315x255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325347534855760626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe there was a white out last night????&lt;br /&gt;Its almost the end of April!!!&lt;br /&gt;Time for sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I miss Tucson :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-5098899223422256340?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/5098899223422256340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=5098899223422256340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5098899223422256340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5098899223422256340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-snow.html' title='I HATE SNOW...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SedvXjiUavI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ASdlzk1N9Hw/s72-c/SNOWING_2_april_2006_m-315x255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-6693848773697202204</id><published>2009-04-15T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:46:42.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SeYc1AanlMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JA_cLgtInk4/s1600-h/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SeYc1AanlMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JA_cLgtInk4/s400/ducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324975306382480578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my favorite thing about BYU campus in the spring is actually the ducks. They are extremely entertaining to watch. My favorite thing is when you are walking out of the library and there aare two ducks walking across the sidewalk. I also find it hilarious how all the ducks are completely paired off (as if BYU didn't already have enough couples following each other around :-). It is so funny to watch when the boy duck is super protective of the girl duck. If you walk to closely to them, the boy ducks will seriously give you the look of death. I laugh every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this hilarious thing written by a friend called "Every thing I know about girls I learned from ducks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, ducks have a lot to teach us, especially about how to get ladies. You don't believe me do you? Read the following story and maybe you will change your mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really needed to get out of my house, so I decided to just go for a walk by myself to this pond that's about a mile away from my house. It was such a perfect day today and I would recommend going on a walk anytime you are stressed out about anything, especially girls. Anyways, the most important thing I learned on my walk I learned from ducks. I never knew you could learn so much from ducks until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I was sitting on a big rock near the edge of the pond just thinking about nothing in particular, but in my subconscious mind I was watching these ducks swimming around. There was also a seagull and a big goose that was attacking this lady and her kids, and it was funny, but I was focused on the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned two things from ducks that relates to females in general. First of all, there was a female duck that was totally interested in this male duck that was swimming next to her. She started swimming towards him, but it was obvious that he was interested in another female duck that swimming on the other side of the pond. She kept following him, but he just ignored her and kept swimming. So lesson one is, guys don't like to be chased by girls...guys prefer to do the chasing. It made me think about when girls have chased me. When it has happened I normally don't end up really falling in love with the girl. I don't like to be chased, unless I've done my fair share of chasing the girl first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #2, which is even more profound and much more useful. There were two other male ducks (Drakes) that were fighting over the same female duck. One of the males kept chasing the other male away and nipping at him, but the second drake didn't give up. Eventually, the female duck took off and started flying away. The first male duck took off too and started flying after her. The second male duck saw this and about 5 seconds later he took off in pursuit as well. The first male duck chased her for about 10 seconds then got tired or was a quitter or something and gave up and landed back into the water. The second male duck, even though he got a late start, caught up to the female duck and flew alongside her, and he kept up with her. He showed her that he could keep up and he didn't give up. Eventually she got tired of being chased and she landed in the water. NOW HERE’S THE MOST IMPORTANT PART. .. Instead of landing right next to her, the male duck flew about 10 feet further and then landed in the water ahead of her. He then just started slowing swimming towards the shore. The female duck then seeing that he wasn’t gloating or bragging about how strong he was, made the move...she started swimming after him and followed him up onto the shore, where they stood right next to each other for the next 10 minutes, as a new boyfriend or girlfriend. Or something like that! Having apparently sealed the deal, she followed him when he got back into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there are soooooooooo many lessons to be learned from this story. It's almost like it could be a parable from the Bible about how to get girls: "There wert two male ducks and one female duck in a pond. The first male duck and the second male duck both liketh the female duck..." well I'll let you finish it. But the moral of the story is that girls do like to be chased to a degree, whether they admit it or not, but you've got to show them that you can keep up with them. It's important to note that once the second male duck caught up to the female, he didn't fly behind her, because that would have weirded her out. Instead he flew alongside her. Also, it's very important that when she got tired of being chased and landed, he didn't land right next to her. He landed in front of her and then let her come to him. If he would have landed right next to her it would have been like "Hah! I got you now!" Instead he landed in front of her and let her make the decision to come to him. He won her respect by keeping up with her and then not gloating over it once he got her to stop running. From then on, he had her....she followed him wherever he went, because he had gained her respect. This brings up another point: we don't need to try to impress girls; rather, we need to gain their respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Girls like to or at least need to be chased&lt;br /&gt;2) You've got to show them you can keep up with them&lt;br /&gt;3) Once they slow down, you need to keep going on a head, just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't try to impress girls.  Learn how you can gain their respect.&lt;br /&gt;5) Apply these techniques and you will find the girl of your dreams, but not only find her, get her to fall in love with you as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's amazing what you can learn from ducks. If anyone learns anything else from those mysterious creatures about how to get girls, or whatever, let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SeYc1RyA_gI/AAAAAAAAAMA/k3S_ovMgOW4/s1600-h/feeding-mallard-ducks_7356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SeYc1RyA_gI/AAAAAAAAAMA/k3S_ovMgOW4/s400/feeding-mallard-ducks_7356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324975311044017666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-6693848773697202204?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/6693848773697202204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=6693848773697202204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6693848773697202204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6693848773697202204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/04/campus.html' title='Campus'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SeYc1AanlMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JA_cLgtInk4/s72-c/ducks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-578494682546679019</id><published>2009-03-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:10:02.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Stealer</title><content type='html'>Dear Miss Phone/Credit Card Stealer,&lt;br /&gt;First I would just like to tell you how angry I am at you! Angry because you ruined my perfectly good day. I got to sleep in and even had time to go to the gym. Then I was going to go take a test, go to work for a few hours and then I had the rest of the day plotted out to get ahead on my homework because next week is jammed packed! Then you had to go an interrupt my workout by stealing my phone, ID and credit cards. Oh and thank you for making me bawl in front of ALL of the people at Gold's Gym. I can't imagine that your life is that hard that you have to steal from other people. Come on, you have a gym pass for pete's sake! Did you ever stop and think that I had to work my butt off for my money? Lets see you stole total about $500 from me. I earn about $8.50/hour after taxes. So that means it took almost 60 hours of working for me to earn that... Bet you didnt think about it that way... Stupid girl. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, thanks for probably ruining my Book of Mormon midterm that I was supposed to take today. I have to take it tomorrow because its the last day. But I honestly doubt I will be able to do well because I can't concentrate. I swear if I get a bad grade and lose my scholarship... I will hunt you down... no joke. &lt;br /&gt;However, I would like to thank you for being a ROYAL IDIOT. Obviously your first mistake was stealing from me. But secondly, stealing from a place that you have to log into??? THEY KNOW YOU WERE THERE!!!! We have your name and your picture! Its on a huge list, but if I have to I will see to it that every single girl on that list is talked to. Another reason you are an idiot is that you called people from my phone. Did you really think I wouldn't check my phone records? We have the numbers of four of your friends... and I promise that they will rat you out. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks for trying to use my card at a place that has security cameras. Yup that is right... we know what you look like now... AND I already talked to the cashier you tried to use my card on. She remembers you... Oh and by the way thanks for not being a blond haired, blue eyed white girl. That cuts out like 90% of the girls on the list. Finally one good thing has happened from to that fact that Utah is not diverse. Girl... I will find you... and I will not feel sorry when your record is screwed for the rest of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck finding a job with a record.... Idiot. Bet that money and iPhone won't be worth it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-578494682546679019?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/578494682546679019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=578494682546679019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/578494682546679019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/578494682546679019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/03/phone-stealer.html' title='Phone Stealer'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-7761941573415417979</id><published>2009-02-21T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:14:29.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>I went swim suit shopping last night... That is such a good motivator to get my lazy butt out and exercising. Course not enough to get me out exercising tonight! Haha, maybe I'll do some crunches to make myself feel better. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-7761941573415417979?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/7761941573415417979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=7761941573415417979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7761941573415417979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7761941573415417979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/02/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-5701000459668964295</id><published>2009-02-18T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:58:22.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>So i'm 22 now, yay! So surprisingly my birthday went quite well. Brian actually showed up at my house and woke me up at midnight to take me to birthday breakfast. We went to denny's, yummy. Then I slept in until twelve, which was really nice. After a string of phone calls I took a long shower. for lunch Marah took brian and i out to eat at the canon center, yay! Then brian and I went up to Vivian Park in Provo Canyon. We went up the mountains and went sledding for a few hours. It was soo much fun! There were some really steep hills, some natural jumps and lots of trees to dodge! I definitely want to go there again. It made the sledding hill at rock canyon park very boring. When we got back to Provo we watched an episode of my new favorite show, psych. Then I opened my presents from my parents (thanks!). Next we went and met Nicole and Peter at applebees for dinner. Then we rushed off to Bon Losee to get spa back massages, which were super relaxing. Then back to Nicole and peters place for ice cream. Oh and Marah brought me a cookie which was yummy! So all and all it was a very good day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-5701000459668964295?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/5701000459668964295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=5701000459668964295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5701000459668964295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5701000459668964295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-3063378813538033339</id><published>2009-02-15T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:54:59.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate birthdays...</title><content type='html'>I haven't looked forward to birthdays in years... But I have never dreaded a birthday as much as this one. No, not because I'm turning 22, that's not old to me. It's because I was actually looking forward to this birthday, at one point in time. I had planned to go get massages and tucanos with a certain someone. So I didn't tell/remind any of my friends about my birthday. I just wanted to spend the day with him... So now I have no plans. Nor am I going to tell anyone and make them hang out with me. So I'm gonna clean my room, probably go to lunch with my sister and watch the movie that I just got in the mail from Netflix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for being dumped one week before your birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-3063378813538033339?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/3063378813538033339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=3063378813538033339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3063378813538033339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3063378813538033339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-birthdays.html' title='I hate birthdays...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-8178721153193189373</id><published>2009-02-14T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:11:46.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPECT</title><content type='html'>So I'm currently about to enter my 12th hour of babysitting. I'm pretty sure that I didn't baby sit more than a total of about 12 hours in my childhood... So this is a pretty big deal. I am helping out some friends, it was courtneys (the mom) birthday on the 12th and then Valentines today. So they went for a nice vacation down to Reno to celebrate. Their kids are Chloe, 5; Talisha, 4; Cara, 2; and Tyler, 1. So it's been quite the party. We watched three episodes of hannah montana (oh joy) and part of elmo in grouchland. We all got bundled up and went and played in the snow. I even got brave enough to take them all to the store. (they wanted pancakes but their wasn't enough mix.) Boy was that an experience... Trying to get them all in the van, all in their car seats, all into the store and around the store... Haha. I got lots of stares, cuz I was lacking a ring and don't really look old enough to have four kids... Course their mom is only 3 years older than me... Anyways, dinner was very interesting. Cooking for five by yourself really stinks. So does doing dishes for five- by yourself. Currently tyler and cara are asleep and chloe and talisha are taking a bath. But they won't let me in there cuz "they are naked". Haha, so I'm sitting outside the door. Tomorrow is going to be an adventure as well... I get to take them to church. But I'm bringing them to my singles ward so I'm sure there will be plenty of girls (who are dying to impress the boys with their mothering skills) who will help me. Oh and did I mention I got to change multiple pooppy diapers... So wonderful. I gotta give props to courtney. She does this everday! I already have sore feet and am very much looking forward to a nice soak in the bath. I'm pathetic. I think this is why humans don't generally have multiple births!!! Gotta get used to kids one at a time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-8178721153193189373?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/8178721153193189373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=8178721153193189373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8178721153193189373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8178721153193189373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/02/respect.html' title='RESPECT'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-7208644199026993352</id><published>2009-02-12T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:27:07.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Opinion</title><content type='html'>I just went and bought Dasani Raspberry Flavored Water out of a vending machine. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flavored-waters.com/Flavored_Waters/Dasani_Flavored_Water/asset_upload_file77_4822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.flavored-waters.com/Flavored_Waters/Dasani_Flavored_Water/asset_upload_file77_4822.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Normally I would have bought a bottle of Smart Water but I only brought $1.25 with me instead of the $1.50 that it costs for a Smart Water. I had already walked out of my whole D&amp;amp;C class because I could tell I was dehydrated, so I didn't want to got back and get that extra quarter. Which left me with a choice of regular Dasani or flavored Dasani. Unfortunately I HATE the taste of Dasani. I swear they put way to much salt in there... I am very picky about my water. So I decided to try out the nifty flavored water. IT IS NASTY!!! I'm only drinking it because I'm hoping that somewhere in the mix of all the citric acid  loaded into the drink, that there might be some water. Seriously there is some flavor but mostly just a sour taste that leaves the back of my tongue feeling fuzzy and dry. Might as well be sucking on a lemon...&lt;br /&gt;SO if you are looking to add some flavor into your life, don't drink Dasani Raspberry. I recommend Propel Fitness Flavored Water. The Strawberry Kiwi is delicious! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://product.expotv.com/2/8/6/286108_150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="http://product.expotv.com/2/8/6/286108_150x150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-7208644199026993352?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/7208644199026993352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=7208644199026993352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7208644199026993352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7208644199026993352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-opinion.html' title='My Opinion'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-4636758009752229117</id><published>2009-02-11T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:07:17.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Disorder</title><content type='html'>So I'm in my abnormal psychology class right now. We just learned about the official criteria for having "Substance Dependence Disorder". The criteria for the disorder is...&lt;br /&gt;A. Pattern of substance use leading to clinically significant impairment/distress as manifested by 3+ symptoms in a 12 month period.&lt;br /&gt;     1. Tolerance (need increased amounts or effects decrease)&lt;br /&gt;     2. Withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;     3. Substance taken in large amounts over longer periods than intended.&lt;br /&gt;     4. Desire or unsuccessful efforts to control substance use&lt;br /&gt;     5. A lot of time is spent in activities necessary to obtain or recover from substance&lt;br /&gt;     6. Importance activities given up or reduced b/c of abuse&lt;br /&gt;B. Substance use continued despite knowing the physical/psychological problems it is causing or exacerbating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, after reading this I decided the substance I was dependent on was brian. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-4636758009752229117?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/4636758009752229117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=4636758009752229117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4636758009752229117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4636758009752229117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-disorder.html' title='Funny Disorder'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-4637434790433624305</id><published>2009-02-10T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:38:16.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year</title><content type='html'>So here it is, another year... 2009. And what kind of a year would it be if I didn't get dumped by Brian. Yup that's right, so far he's dumped me in 2007, 2008 and now 2009. Yipee! Kind of pathetic, trust me I know that. I feel like a glutton for punishment and that I really don't deserve any sympathy since this has happened so many times. I wish I could promise everyone and myself that this is the last time, I really do. But who knows if I can keep that promise... Brian means the world to me. He's my best friend, the person who makes me the happiest (and unfortunately the saddest). I don't know why I feel so strongly for him... Maybe it's God helping me to make it through all the rough times with him... Or maybe I'm just retarded and can't shake off the old feelings of love. Only time will tell which one it is. Most of you I'm sure are hoping that I'm just retarded and will finally let it go. I'm not sure what I want it to be, well actually I know what I wish it would be, but I feel like that wish is fading. So anyways, I'm sure many of you want to know how I'm holding up. I'm handling this much better than I expected, partly because I am still some times in denial. When I leave the happy land of denial I do get super depressed but I guess that's normal. I know I will make it through this just fine. I'm definitely gonna need support from all of you and from the big guy I'm heaven but I'll be ok. :-) after all what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. As is customery after all my breakups, I have changed my hair. I'm now slighly brunette, which should fade to dark blonde, but hey it is still different! Course it actually happened right before the break up, but meh, that doesn't really matter. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-4637434790433624305?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/4637434790433624305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=4637434790433624305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4637434790433624305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4637434790433624305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-year.html' title='A new year'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-8504499342791793488</id><published>2008-11-19T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:57:44.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So what do you do when your apartment is nasty and constantly dirty... REDECORATE... of course! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; well it wasn't just because our apartment was kind of trashy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; but also because Nicole (our roommate with ALL of our decorating stuff) is getting married and moving out soon. So my roommate Kris and I decided to fix things up just little bit. It isn't quite done but it definitely looks a thousand times better! (and we are hoping it will help us all keep our apt a lot cleaner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are the results as of today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new thing for the wall... we haven't put it up yet...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270298515869425938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPck7KqYRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BjfXMV03UgE/s400/DSCF0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very special lamp that I actually got from DI. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270298510936788178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPckoyoTNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xN2OjmcC2rs/s400/DSCF0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cute little plant that I bought and it's new pot from DI! Its a little sparse right now...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270298520645823858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPclM9cbXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZhKS2n-mbRc/s400/DSCF0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought lots of sage green, tan and black pillows to complement our couch covers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270298505090556322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPckTAx4aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/kdOPw4ysJ5A/s400/DSCF0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got some super cute sage green curtains and rods to make our windows pretty!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270298501000693906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPckDxriJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dD2aBjrd4BI/s400/DSCF0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also on our list was a shoe rack to remove the large stack of shoes in the downstairs (not mine!).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270299642702314130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPdmg8jupI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BW0tPvzXsh8/s400/DSCF0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The slightly finished living room... most of the wall stuff is being taken away... but we are also gonna get a much bigger TV from Kris's little brother who is leaving on a mission! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for missions! :-)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270299642182483762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPdmfAnvzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZEX7L_nq2nU/s400/DSCF0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got a small curtain for the window in the kitchen, notice the big stack of dishes... not a single one is mine... plus the dishwasher is full... not mine either. crazy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270299632367166706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPdl6cd5PI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yikGUSCZWUw/s400/DSCF0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also matched the dining area window with the curtains in the living room. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270299625065095634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPdlfPhIdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zI-o8o1GXFo/s400/DSCF0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and my pride and joy! We had a super NASTY light that hung down on a thick white knotted cord and the shade was a puke brown color. So I got this nifty light from DI for THREE DOLLARS and helped Kris's friend Ryan put it up. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much better than the nasty one!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270299608544579458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPdkhsuD4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/WCNkTdGcDnQ/s400/DSCF0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our last thing was buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;velcro&lt;/span&gt; to put up a dirty/clean sign on our dishwasher, since A) we can never really tell when our dishes are clean (yeah it is a GREAT dishwasher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;) and B) our dishwasher isn't magnetic! How lame is that? Our magnet wouldn't work on it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270300087863225298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPeAbTMK9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ug8m-U4JIx0/s400/DSCF0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is the most current stuff. I like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-8504499342791793488?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/8504499342791793488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=8504499342791793488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8504499342791793488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8504499342791793488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-night-happenings.html' title='Late Night Happenings'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SSPck7KqYRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BjfXMV03UgE/s72-c/DSCF0567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-4445349025514352056</id><published>2008-10-11T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:07:09.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few photos of my crazy summer... just to help me remember it all! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255986911036141874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEEP4hpcTI/AAAAAAAAADc/njGWLlNkndE/s400/DSCF1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The BYU track meet, supporting some of my favorite track guys, Brian and Peter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255986920891348546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEEQdPT9kI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZBWu_SEMo14/s400/DSCF1626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hiking up to the very tip top of "Y" mountain with Joe and Brian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256005538199590722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEVMIHfV0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/cwytCyIloRE/s400/hockey+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Turnbows took Joe, Nicole, Brian and I to a Utah Grizzlies Hockey Game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255988405218145682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEFm2yZdZI/AAAAAAAAADs/L1K1g_TGZNM/s400/zoo!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For Nicole's birthday we spent a day at Hoogle Zoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255989902652300610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEG-BKhXUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/z4wuuxYboGs/s400/DSCF1645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My roomate Natalie left on her mission to Peru, Aubrey got engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255990787599494338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEHxh2X7MI/AAAAAAAAAEE/fXiJMo_FHlU/s400/DSCF1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Brian, Nicole and I hiked up to the top of Squaw peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255991464948508658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEIY9K9p_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5936GmDNDUs/s400/DSCF1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brian, Nicole, Marcus, Jade (the dog), and I went camping and then Hiked to Stewart Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255992718721261778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEJh71roNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/3nrmmILFS5U/s400/BYU+track+BBQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and Brian put on a huge BBQ for all the BYU track kids and us of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255992719897948962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEJiAOOcyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TLduwmQOQ_Q/s400/Emerson+Hart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, Nicole, Matt and I went to Hard Rock Cafe and watched Emerson Hart perform. Yup that is him in the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255993829576611154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEKimGPFVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_TLZnoATWYY/s400/glow+in+the+dark+golfing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next night we tried out the new Glow in the Dark Mini Golf Course at Trafalga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255995158476329810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPELv8onk1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/88RR39DDehM/s400/rock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Peter, Brian and I went and visited Jake's hometown (Rangely, CO) for some rock crawling, jeeping, boating, four wheeling, bridge jumping, basically and all around fun and dirty time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255996649410044914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPENGuy6o_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KAtNS47ROw0/s400/ghirardelli+square+park+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Spring and Summer semester I was flown out to San Francisco to hang out with my Mom, Marah and Aunt Lori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255996655091916642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPENHD9lH2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/d58YeOkfrdc/s400/aunt+lori+me+stairs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Marah left early so I got to have a few days in San Fran hanging out with my Aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255997790838893954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEOJK8wrYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/6EySBIvleuM/s400/DSCF1969.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Peter, Marcus, Adi, Brian, Nicole and I attempted to climb to the top of Mount Timpanogous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255997792227034242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEOJQHuBII/AAAAAAAAAFM/13cujIWL5M4/s400/DSCF2057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We took a worng path at one point and ended up getting lost for about 5 hours, we didn't up making it to the top but we had lots of fun in the process!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256000052938964322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEQM17cfWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C3bQ9b58_Bw/s400/DSCF2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nicole and I tried to have a girls camping trip but the mountain was on fire so Brian came up and took us home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256000057125229538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEQNFhh0-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZD-chJ3uW20/s400/DSCF2133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The next day we went to Cabela's and had fun trying on all the hunting gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256002538640467346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPESdh43ZZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kcpOWTvBBBk/s400/dc" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing my crazy summer term I flew out with my family to visit Megan and we got t0 go see Washington DC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256002539374085090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPESdknxg-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/umigMRvK6QI/s400/blessing" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also got to meet my first nephew Seth and be there for his baby blessing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256003699887659138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEThH3xWII/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZZWh65qJ3vs/s400/DSCF0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After Maryland I got to fly home to Az for a little bit to spend some more time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256003702755929138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEThSjnrDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/i48K6keVvh4/s400/DSCF0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then my Dad, Marah, and I made the long drive up to Utah to bring Marah to BYU. We also got to take my Dad to see a great BYU football game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-4445349025514352056?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/4445349025514352056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=4445349025514352056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4445349025514352056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4445349025514352056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-summer.html' title='Crazy Summer'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SPEEP4hpcTI/AAAAAAAAADc/njGWLlNkndE/s72-c/DSCF1598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-9042258582712025130</id><published>2008-10-06T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:47:27.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latter Day Prophets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;General Conference Fall 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SOrMkyabprI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bix40sqvp7c/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254236847661098674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SOrMkyabprI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bix40sqvp7c/s400/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"To all who suffer, to all who feel discouraged, worried or lonely, I say with love and deep concern for you; never give in, never surrender. Never allow despair to overcome your spirit. Embrace and rely upon the hope of Israel for the love of the Son of God pierces all darkness, softens all sorrow and gladdens every heart."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-9042258582712025130?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/9042258582712025130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=9042258582712025130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/9042258582712025130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/9042258582712025130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/10/latter-day-prophets.html' title='Latter Day Prophets'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SOrMkyabprI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bix40sqvp7c/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-8468853391846797788</id><published>2008-08-13T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:53:32.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too busy</title><content type='html'>life is crazy... will update soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-8468853391846797788?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/8468853391846797788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=8468853391846797788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8468853391846797788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8468853391846797788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-busy.html' title='too busy'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-235941798988366962</id><published>2008-07-13T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:27:53.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup, that is right... it has been a year today since my engagement was broken off. Now last year I had the impression that by today I would either be a) married or b) completely over him and moved on... WRONG! Due to the unfortunate fact that I can generally only get over a boy by dating another boy and I haven't let myself date another boy for fear of losing any chance I had with Brian. So thus I am still basically in the same situation as last year. Pathetic I know. But I am now actually working on it. I have removed myself from his presence and will hopefully begin to move on.... I am still having a terribly terrible day and have yet to get out of bed. So yup, here are some things that remind me of the way I am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flyin'&lt;br /&gt;Emerson Hart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So I took your hand and you took mine&lt;br /&gt;And we waltzed together in time&lt;br /&gt;But looking back I guess I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;That I was in love and you were letting go&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how your mind plays tricks on you&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like the higher and higher we flew&lt;br /&gt;You took off and I was made of stone&lt;br /&gt;I was made of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the wind let your string unwind&lt;br /&gt;Run as fast as you can in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Back to a place that you never forgot&lt;br /&gt;Before everything was lost&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember when we ran out of rope&lt;br /&gt;When we did we lost all hope&lt;br /&gt;And we just stood there cryin'&lt;br /&gt;That what's we learned about flyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cryptictourbillion@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arielle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if you’re pushing me away or pulling me closer&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Or if you care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your words lash out and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Then lovingly draw me in&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Do you want this to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t turn tables&lt;br /&gt;Or place this on me&lt;br /&gt;Just come out and tell me&lt;br /&gt;What it is you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t read minds&lt;br /&gt; I don’t know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Are you pushing me away&lt;br /&gt;Or are you going to finally let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Emma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about what we used to be,&lt;br /&gt;I cry and cry in spite of me.&lt;br /&gt;It just seems crazy that was just last year,&lt;br /&gt;Just last year I barely cried one tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just hoping maybe tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow there'll be no more sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow you'll give me a glance,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow you'll give me one last chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow you'll give me a call,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I won't cry at all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow you'll hug me tight,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow you'll kiss me good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow you'll take back my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll give me a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living with dreams that won't come true,&lt;br /&gt;For you will never love me as I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-235941798988366962?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/235941798988366962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=235941798988366962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/235941798988366962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/235941798988366962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-year-later.html' title='1 year later...'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-3501538083156784996</id><published>2008-07-06T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:17:18.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new semester has started. I am no longer getting killed by Physiology... now I am being killed by chemistry. Not that it is hard, just time consuming. MWF, I have lecture from 8 to 10 in the morning. TTH, I have recitation from 9 to 11am. Plus I have a weekly lab that takes about an hour. Plus we have about two hours of homework everynight on this stupid website called MasteringChemistry. (I hate it because if you don't your answer in some exact form, that they don't tell you, you get the question wrong even though the answer was right!) Oh and then I have to read about 3-6 sections from the book everynight, and chemistry books are not the most entertaining books to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and I also got a new job. It pays almost a whole dollar more than that custodian job AND I set my own hours! What job could possibly be that amazing??? Student Athletic Tutor! Yeah that is right, BYU is gonna finally pay me for tutoring Brian. Haha. It just means that I have to help him do the retarded, time consuming, online homework that has absolutely nothing to do witht the lectures or the tests. But hey, I did help him to get a B on his first test! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well anyways I really shouldn't be writing right now. My room looks like a tornado hit, I still have 6 sections of chemistry to read and some tutoring to do. So hopefully I will have some time soon to update you on my San Fran and Colorado trips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-3501538083156784996?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/3501538083156784996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=3501538083156784996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3501538083156784996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/3501538083156784996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2834556416442172307</id><published>2008-06-17T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:00:08.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education Major</title><content type='html'>So as I am sitting here studying how GnRH(LHRH) stimulates the secretion of FSH and LH from the Anterior Pituitary Gland and then these hormones go on to stimulate the follicle to secrete estrogen, from the corpus luteum... blah blah blah. All the fun features of the extremely complex Endocrine system in preparation for my Physiology final which will be worth 30% of my grade. So as I am flipping through literally THOUSANDS of flash cards on my computer, my eyes wander to the table next to me. It is covered in markers, string, yarn, construction paper and other such fun things. What is this group doing? Making puppets each with a different emotion to tell a story for their final. Seriously!?! They look like they are playing in preschool! Oh Education majors....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my major... I want to make puppets for my final. Not study for 20 hours and still not feel prepared to take a final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212920250490581474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFgDWTzuceI/AAAAAAAAADA/CJQ5YyeGhFk/s400/puppet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How sweet would it be to be making this right now???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-2834556416442172307?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/2834556416442172307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=2834556416442172307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2834556416442172307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2834556416442172307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/education-major.html' title='Education Major'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFgDWTzuceI/AAAAAAAAADA/CJQ5YyeGhFk/s72-c/puppet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-1040312606793752767</id><published>2008-06-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:00:08.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have given my new title a soap opera title (well kind of) since my life feels like a soap opera. yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212705112698313906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFc_rpE-3LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0F2zse3s2X0/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I should be writing my paper right now... Procastination at its best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-1040312606793752767?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/1040312606793752767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=1040312606793752767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1040312606793752767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1040312606793752767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-title.html' title='New Title'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFc_rpE-3LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0F2zse3s2X0/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-63949857289623707</id><published>2008-06-16T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:31:02.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Semester</title><content type='html'>Just THREE more days until I am done with Spring Finals... 3 MORE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I just have to sit down and finish the last pages of my research paper, write my final paper and study for my Physiology final... and hopefull sleep sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-63949857289623707?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/63949857289623707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=63949857289623707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/63949857289623707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/63949857289623707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/spring-semester.html' title='Spring Semester'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-7777223314462020381</id><published>2008-06-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:00:08.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*PS*~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Matt took me out yesterday to get fish!!! :-) Due to my inability to keep expensive fish alive, I got two goldfish. But I have to say that these goldfish are probably the coolest fish ever! One is gold with some black on the tips of his fins. He also has a top black lip that looks like a mustache and a black spot on his chin that looks like a gotea (sp?). So he is my little hispanic fish, Juan! The other fish is white but her top third is bright red which looks like hair. So I named her Ariel, it is only fitting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would take a picture, cuz Juan's mustache and gotea are freaking AWESOME. But I am pretty sure my camera was stolen and my camera phone doesnt have the highest clarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211830101192046642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFQj3RM9eDI/AAAAAAAAACs/mhQSLu6nOyQ/s320/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-7777223314462020381?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/7777223314462020381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=7777223314462020381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7777223314462020381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/7777223314462020381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/ps.html' title='*~*PS*~*'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFQj3RM9eDI/AAAAAAAAACs/mhQSLu6nOyQ/s72-c/fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-1250399651342915528</id><published>2008-06-13T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:51:02.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Not So Wonderful... Sometimes</title><content type='html'>So I have received a few messages that were confused as to why my dating life is soo miserable... I will give a slight update for those who were on missions, didn't know me, or just had better things to do than pay attention to my little life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in April of 2007 I got engaged to a guy, who just so happened to be my best friend's little brother. He was from Texas, so we made preparations to move down to Texas and start our new life there. Unfortunately a little over a week before the wedding we got into a HUGE argument, emotions flew and I said somethings that I didn't mean. Well he decided that he wanted to wait to get married and me (being the spoiled princess that I can be sometimes) wasn't gonna let my whole huge wedding go down the drain. Plus I really just wanted to marry the guy and not be engaged for who knows how much longer... cuz being engaged SUCKS (sorry mom, I know you hate that word). So I told him that I didn't want to marry him. This was, of course, very much not true. I was just planning on him caving and saying we could get married that next week. Boy was I wrong! He walked out, called off the wedding and flew home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much the WORST day of my life. The day we got into the fight was actually the day we had planned on moving down to Texas to have fun with the families for a bit and get the reception all set up. So that morning I had spent packing my stuff, plus I had quit my job, sold my apartment contract, turned off my cell phone, and oh yeah... dropped out of BYU. When he walked out that door, my life walked out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he returned to Texas and I was left in Utah to repair my life and luckily never have to see him again so I could move on... Oh wait... NOT! Stinking BYU last minute decided to let him transfer to BYU. Which was good for him but not so much for my broken heart. Plus we both had this little problem of still being in love with each other and used to being around to each other. So we fell into the comfortable world of being friends with benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we lived in friends with benefits world for about 4 months. Then I decided that I was going to win him back by making him jealous ie: flirting with boys in front of him and going to parties so I could get hit on by more guys. Yet again, my plans backfired on me. He got mad and within 2 weeks had a girlfriend. And lucky me I found out through Facebook, when his profile picture changed to a picture of him and her... at the place we ate the night we got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few months were spent studying in the library (thankfully when I am depressed I study) and crying. Not to mention running into him and girl because I was still best friends with his brother and brothers tend to hang out. Boy were those moments fun... Then in the end of December he made contact with me, dumped the girl and we fell back into being friends with benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago .. six months later... I got sick of being just the friend with benefits. I was hoping that it would turn into dating, but instead it is now just friends. Yay... so here I am... almost a year after the breakup... still heartbroken. But hey! At least I am taking summer classes so I can throw my depressed self completely into my studies. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go. My saga. I know it is forever long (I could have made it much much longer) but it was nice for me to kind of vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-1250399651342915528?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/1250399651342915528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=1250399651342915528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1250399651342915528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1250399651342915528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-not-so-wonderful-sometimes.html' title='Life Is Not So Wonderful... Sometimes'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2186137398600092505</id><published>2008-06-13T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:31:19.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>that last post was a bit overdramatic and depressing so i deleted it... sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-2186137398600092505?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/2186137398600092505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=2186137398600092505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2186137398600092505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2186137398600092505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-4171529347919169618</id><published>2008-06-12T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:00:08.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Brother-in-Law! :-)</title><content type='html'>"maybe you should give up on the dating scene. here's an idea:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211124458537831154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFGiFdd_SvI/AAAAAAAAACk/0glCn6m07Jc/s400/asexual_cell_division.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, Jonny sent that to me... :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-4171529347919169618?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/4171529347919169618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=4171529347919169618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4171529347919169618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/4171529347919169618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-my-brother-in-law.html' title='I Love My Brother-in-Law! :-)'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFGiFdd_SvI/AAAAAAAAACk/0glCn6m07Jc/s72-c/asexual_cell_division.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-8428644357526956851</id><published>2008-06-11T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:00:08.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Life Get Much Worse?</title><content type='html'>I SUBMIT THAT IT CANNOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I'm sick of smiling and pretending that I don't care anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210821279321623538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFCOWG4DC_I/AAAAAAAAACU/VIrolcFbrCo/s320/generic-sad-woman_resized_150_tcm11-216834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But currently that has been pushed to the back of my mind due to the other GIGANORMOUS stresser in my life... School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus the end of spring semester is bringing two HUGE essays, one HUGE project (that she claimed should only take a few hours... HA!), and another test... oh yeah and that is just English. In Physiology I still have one more huge test, 2 quizzes and then the final. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this stuff is due in the next 5 days and I have not procrastinated anything! The past few nights I have been up til after midnight working on my 10 page essay plus I still have class all day and have been periodically working on the rest of it. And the plan for tomorrow is to devote 9am-6pm studying for my physiology test and then hopefully taking it (and getting an A). While I have until Monday to take this test, I am hoping that by taking it tomorrow I will have enough time to devote to the other junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point in my life when I am seriously questioning my career aspirations. Why can't I do a pointless major and plan to only become a mom like the thousands of other girls here? Plus then I could live by the motto "C's GET DEGREES"! No more stressing over getting A's! Of course then I would lose my scholarship, be forced to get student loans and be seriously in debt by the time I graduate. But hey! I am going to marry a rich doctor, lawyer, business man or dentist... right??? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well luckily (or unluckily when I feel like being a slacker....) my parents instilled me with a very hard working and competitive drive. And that part of me refuses to not be the best in the class. I have to beat all the pre-med men in my class who look down upon me and for some reason think that because I am a pretty girl that I am retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok so here is a story I should tell you...&lt;br /&gt;There is a group of four super pre-med guys in my Physiology class. Like the type who have been drawing blood since they were five and have no social life. They constantly are volunteering and blessing all of us with their superior knowledge. For some reason whenever I am going to use a machine, get a solution, and whatever else... They feel that they can just step right in front of me. Even going as far as taking the the solution out of my hand! Excuse me! I am sorry I take a while longer measuring because I don't spend hours and hour perfecting my measuring skills! Plus I can just tell by the way they look at me like I am a retard or the look of shock on their face when I am the only one in the lab who knows the right answer. My favorite moment was when my TA told us that me and my lab partner were the only ones who got a 100% on our quiz. TAKE THAT SUPER PRE-MED MEN!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyways... I have been blessed with smart genes from my parents and grandparents, which are a really big help. So i should probably quit complaining because I know there are people out there who have to spend much much longer than me trying to get the grades that I get... But today I am just sick of studying and just don't really care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-8428644357526956851?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/8428644357526956851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=8428644357526956851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8428644357526956851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/8428644357526956851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-life-get-much-worse.html' title='Can Life Get Much Worse?'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SFCOWG4DC_I/AAAAAAAAACU/VIrolcFbrCo/s72-c/generic-sad-woman_resized_150_tcm11-216834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2184186122398737493</id><published>2008-06-06T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:00:08.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Life and Death</title><content type='html'>On a very sad note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my one of my best friends, Matt, has been hanging out and going on lots of dates with this girl, Chelsi Peterson. Our whole little group of friends got to know her fairly well and had hopeful thoughts for them... Sadly this morning we found out that she was killed in a car accident last night up in Provo Canyon. Now I wouldn't call her a close friend but I did have the opportunity to hang out with her and see her perform at BYU track meets. It is weird how heartbreaking it is for me to know of her death... She was one of the most absolutely talented athletes in both track and gymnastics as well and just an overall gorgeous sweet girl. I feel that I am not qualified to write on her death but I just feel such intense sadness for her family, friends, Matt and even for her and all the great things she could have achieved in this life. Heavenly Father must have really needed a girl like her up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsi, you will be missed terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208887841125404610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SEmv5MUhj8I/AAAAAAAAACM/8Cb2Xoub2nE/s320/chelsi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Team Mourns Loss of Freshman Teammate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Jeff Reynolds, BYU Athletic Communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVO, Utah (June 6, 2008) -- The BYU athletics department has learned this morning of the unexpected and tragic death of track athlete Chelsi Petersen. A freshman from St. George, Utah, Petersen was killed early Friday morning in an automobile accident in Provo Canyon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Words cannot begin to express our feelings," BYU head women's track coach Craig Poole said. &lt;strong&gt;"It's devastating. Chelsi was one of the sweetest young ladies we have ever had on our team. She had a tremendous desire to be successful. She wanted to be here at BYU, competing, more than anything else in the world. It's just really too difficult to comprehend at the moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Utah Highway Patrol, Petersen was a passenger in a vehicle that was attempting a left-hand turn on to Squaw Peak Road when it turned in to the path of an oncoming vehicle. According to reports, Petersen died at the scene of the accident. Former BYU sprinter Paul Smith, who was preparing to compete in the U.S. Olympic Trials this month in Eugene, Ore., was driving the vehicle. He was taken to Utah Valley Regional Medical Center in serious condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petersen recently finished seventh in the heptathlon at the Mountain West Conference Outdoor Track &amp;amp; Field Championships. She totaled a career-best 4,883 points over the seven different events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chelsi was a bright, up-and-coming athlete," Poole said. &lt;strong&gt;"More importantly, however, she was a tremendous person." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-2184186122398737493?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/2184186122398737493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=2184186122398737493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2184186122398737493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2184186122398737493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-life-and-death.html' title='Of Life and Death'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SEmv5MUhj8I/AAAAAAAAACM/8Cb2Xoub2nE/s72-c/chelsi' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-1411658184853464723</id><published>2008-06-03T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:18:18.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Expression of My Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have been the one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-1411658184853464723?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/1411658184853464723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=1411658184853464723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1411658184853464723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1411658184853464723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-expression-of-my-feelings.html' title='The Best Expression of My Feelings'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-1437599084401581733</id><published>2008-06-01T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:00:08.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH... In case you haven't noticed I feel BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and this weekend Nicole, Brian, Marcus and I went camping and then hiked up to Stewarts Falls. It was pretty fun but I should have been studying for my Physiology test tomorrow or writing the 6 page essay I have due... tomorrow as well. Fun stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207034378247282802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SEMaLdCtIHI/AAAAAAAAACE/_6-N-Xr4B8I/s320/DSCF1719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is all of us next to one of the waterfalls... in the snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Time to go study... yay... blah. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-1437599084401581733?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/1437599084401581733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=1437599084401581733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1437599084401581733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1437599084401581733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah.html' title='BLAH!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SEMaLdCtIHI/AAAAAAAAACE/_6-N-Xr4B8I/s72-c/DSCF1719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-5548803987543079640</id><published>2008-05-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:24:29.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Career Goals</title><content type='html'>Current and Favorite Plan~ Get into Medical School and become a doctor&lt;br /&gt;    what kind of doctor? who knows... hopefully surgeon. Type: Orthopedic or Podiatry&lt;br /&gt;Now I have been thinking about the possibility that I may not get into Medical School or decide that  6+ more years of schooling is just not gonna fly with me. So here is my current list of back up plans.&lt;br /&gt;    *Physician's Assistant: only 2 additional years&lt;br /&gt;    *Physical Therapist: also 2 more years but an easier program to get into&lt;br /&gt;    *PhD in Physiology: this is a new one today but the body is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; freaking cool, I want to learn             more about it.&lt;br /&gt;    *PhD in Zoology: this would fulfil my life long dream of being a Zookeeper but I have                         suppressed that urge due to its lack of a good income. But hey if I just have to support                 me and me alone... $50,000 a year is plenty enough. :-)&lt;br /&gt;    *Peace corp: who knows  what I would do after this but it would be a really good thing to do                 and look really good on a resume.&lt;br /&gt;    *Be a Bum: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... not really... maybe for like a week for fun&lt;br /&gt;    * Join the Navy: this is my ultimate backup plan... as in if I don't get into anything else and a         BS in Exercise Science &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really provide much job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;. So this will be a last         resort job, after all I do love water! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-5548803987543079640?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/5548803987543079640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=5548803987543079640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5548803987543079640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/5548803987543079640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/05/current-career-goals.html' title='Current Career Goals'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-6439500857766346713</id><published>2008-05-26T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:00:09.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day and So On</title><content type='html'>So this is how my Memorial Day started out... Midnight, Turnbow's House, playing apples to apples... Taps comes on to the radio and Courtney starts making fun of the radio station for playing slow and lame music and questions why the country radio station would play a song like that. Then Tyler jumps in a make fun of her about not being thankful for all the people who died for us. The funny thing was that I was thinking the same thing about the radio station until Tyler reminded us. I am a terrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and I slept in... like really slept in. IT WAS GREAT!!! Thank you Memorial Day! There was no studying or working what-so-ever! Once Brian came back from Colorado and Matt got off practice (and Nicole and I got out of bed ;-) we took off for our loverly Memorial Day Adventures. The first one... swimming... SHOT DOWN! Only in Utah would there be freezing rain on Memorial Day. Then we tried to go to Trafalga and go miniature golfing... Unfortunately everyone and their dog had that exact same idea. So since we didn't want to wait 3o mins to play a very very slow game of mini golf, we headed to the Nickle Cade! I love the Nickle Cade. For those of you who haven't gone, it is a fun cheap way to play here in Provo. We did about 2o car races against each other and Nicole and I even completely beat all the levels on one of the games. :-) So after a few hours and 5 dollars spent in Nickles we collected our prizes and took off to get free snow cones. Yum! Our last adventure of the day was spent at an All American Restaurant, Owls... ;-D I love love love their hot wings and curly fries, it is an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I didn't have class so Brian, Nicole and I woke up bright and early to go on our weekly hike. (We are all training to hike Timpanogos Mountain without dying on it or going annoyingly slow). Our hike started at the beginning of Rock Canyon and up the backside of Squaw Peak to the very tip top. This was surprisingly a fairly hard hike for me. We were walking on shale for the first third and then a fairly steep muddy incline for the remainder of the hike. My ankles were not handling it too well, but luckily I only rolled my right ankle twice. Which is good compared to the eight times that I rolled it hiking the Y the first time. I have itty bitty weakling ankles. Anyways... So the view was the top was pretty AMAZING! To the east was sheer wilderness and a large mountain range, to the south was a huge cliff with a view of rock canyon and the Y mountain, to the west was Provo and Utah Lake and to the North was an amazing view of our goal Timpanogos. I will post some pictures on here as soon as I get them downloaded to my computer. Then we had to head down quickly because Nicole had to work. So we actually ran the 3 miles down the mountain and sang "Colors of the Winds". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is Mt. Timpanogos... Yeah it's BIG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SD4oqt4quyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DF0GvCsHt98/s1600-h/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205642933623765794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SD4oqt4quyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DF0GvCsHt98/s320/n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now today reality hit... school... school that is ending in about 2 weeks aka crunch time!. I had 5 hours of classes today and a 2 hour test review. I also had to finish writing 3 more pages on my rhetorical analysis due at 4, take 2 grammar quizzes, 1 physiology lab quiz and 1 physiology class quiz. Oh plus 4 hours of custodial work before I had to do all this. It is weird to me that Spring Term is almost over... only 2 more essays and 3 more tests and I am free! Oh wait... THREE days later Summer term starts bringing another chemistry class and Book of Mormon... Fun... But I am not gonna think about that right now. So yeah, now I am at Matt's helping Brian finish his stupid American Heritage essay and feeling sad about the fact that I am soo not going to be in bed by 10 tonight. Yeah I enjoy my 10 'clock bed time, makes me a more happy person... trust me. :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-6439500857766346713?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/6439500857766346713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=6439500857766346713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6439500857766346713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6439500857766346713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-and-so-on.html' title='Memorial Day and So On'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIRvSK53ph4/SD4oqt4quyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DF0GvCsHt98/s72-c/n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-1798442275589129816</id><published>2008-05-22T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:39:13.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two... Look at Me Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So people actually read this... haha. I was thinking about this at work and I can't decide how ranty I should get on here. I don't want to be seen as a complainer... but this is probably going to be more of an online journal with my rants in it about life. Sounds like a good plan to me! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I fell asleep last night during the Spurs game (that is what custodial jobs do to you!) and missed the last episode of American Idol. Not that I follow it religiously but I was interested because David A is a Mormon... Sadly he lost... Personally I thought he was a much much better singer (and the judges agree with me) than David C but I think David C has more of the personality and looks of the idol. I don't know about you but I don't see a 17 year old being an idol. But it was worth missing the end to get all the sleep I got, a full EIGHT hours, that hasn't happened for a while. Which made work so much better today, i even went out of my way and scrubbed all the calcium deposits off the facets. Now I am sitting down in Brian's office with nothing to do until my Physiology Lab at 2. I love that lab because the human body is SOO very interesting and the TA is soo very attractive. But! I have decided that attractive TA's are terrible; he is constantly off flirting with some girl and it is almost impossible to get help... maybe I should start flirting to get more TA help. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is another rant... Can I just say how much I ABSOLUTELY HATE HATE HATE Utah's weather!?!?!?! It was 90 degrees on both Monday and Tuesday but yesterday I walk out of work wearing short sleeves and it is freaking pouring! Today isn't much of an improvement, actually I think it is worse. Today it is raining and cold (42 degrees). What is up with that? Give me Arizona's 110 any day! At least it is consistently the same temperature so that my body can get used to it! Plus I have decided that I would much rather be hot and sweaty than cold. Utah needs to make up it's freaking mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-1798442275589129816?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/1798442275589129816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=1798442275589129816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1798442275589129816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/1798442275589129816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-two-look-at-me-go.html' title='Day Two... Look at Me Go!'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-6367435399720091559</id><published>2008-05-21T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:12:30.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt; PS &gt;</title><content type='html'>PS. I think my shoes smell... like a mixture of rain and nasty dirty chemicals from my job... I feel bad for the guy sitting next to me. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-6367435399720091559?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/6367435399720091559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=6367435399720091559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6367435399720091559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/6367435399720091559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps.html' title='&lt; PS &gt;'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2391221278851059604.post-2321629956721792362</id><published>2008-05-21T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:09:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored in English</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I am in my English 150 class right now (yes I am a junior in a freshman class) bored out of my mind and not wanting to write my second essay due this week. In my state of boredom I decided that I should start a blog... to practice my English skills of course. Actually I realized that the main thing I do on Facebook is change my status so maybe I should just update people on my life in something longer than a sentence. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so for my first official rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say that I hate being 21. I was really excited to turn 21 but now that I am 21 I wish I could go back to being 20. In fact, the other day I was talking to a girl (who I know is a freshman) and I was actually embarrased about telling her my age. Never thought that would happen... And I am not completely sure why I was embarassed. Ok, actually I think it is partly the BYU bubble that is making me feel this way and partly my freshman year roommates. 21 anywhere else is young... 21 here seems ancient! I am so not looking forward to Fall semester when my guy friends are going to start dating girls my little sisters age... Then there are my freshman roommates (who I LOVE dearly): they all just seem to have it sooo together. Two are married, (one with a baby on the way) and the other two are just about to go on missions. What am I doing??? Pretty much nothing, not even dating or trying to date or wanting to go on a mission. Now see, if I could pretend that I was 19, that would be great, then I would be allowed to have no idea what is going on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are... my rant... yeah it is probably stupid and very BYU of me. But hey this is pretty much just for me and I am sure no one else is going to read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2391221278851059604-2321629956721792362?l=kennajan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/feeds/2321629956721792362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2391221278851059604&amp;postID=2321629956721792362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2321629956721792362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2391221278851059604/posts/default/2321629956721792362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennajan.blogspot.com/2008/05/bored-in-english.html' title='Bored in English'/><author><name>Brian and Kenna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11565228455662202826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGV44VXKxNg/TV7qsemVA6I/AAAAAAAAAos/WGVR79AUpZA/s220/164523_10150389541785195_538695194_17391417_1963716_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
