tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57126122308905761862024-03-13T06:47:56.693-07:00simply us.Morgan laughs at his own jokes. Julie does what she wants. We work out pretty dang well.Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-38863112211469947542011-11-03T13:20:00.000-07:002011-11-03T13:25:07.534-07:00remembering<div style="text-align: justify;">last night I spent some time with some of the girls that are in my ward. Most of them I have only met in passing at church or at other activities and don't really know that well. It was fun to get to know them and talk about how we all ended up here and other girl stuff <span style="font-size: x-small;">{over crafting, of course}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm one of the newest newlywed in the group and so they all were asking questions about how we met, where we got married, and of course - <strong>how he proposed</strong>. and its funny because lately all of our stories have revolved around the sealing and the reception and the honeymoon and such because <em>HEY, WE JUST GOT MARRIED! WOO LOOK AT US!</em> - and I won't lie, I love talking about all those things! they are such happy memories and fun times, who wouldn't? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But probably my favorite story I got to tell was how M proposed. When we got engaged we went back to a place that had known us, has been there the previous year and a half we were together, and had probably already known it was going to happen <span style="font-size: x-small;">{bc M spilled to beans to everyone <em>BUT</em> me}</span> and to be honest, people already expected grandios from M and tears from me so it was fun to tell people who haven't known us very long. I hadn't told the story for a little bit and all those emotions I felt at that moment, and the days thereafter came flooding back. The butterfiles and the happy tears and those moments where we would just look at each other and be like <strong><em>"AH WE'RE ENGAGED?!?".</em></strong> It was so new and fun and fresh. I love remembering that story and that time in our lives that really wasn't that long ago at all <span style="font-size: x-small;">{but sometimes feels like for-ev-er!} </span>And all the oo-ing and aww-ing just reminded me how lucky I am to have this husband of mine :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">pictures from the day <em>after</em> we got engaged, in Central Park.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">p.s. for the proposal story <a href="http://juliemariebennett.blogspot.com/2011/03/proposal.html">click here</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">p.s.s. for the pictures of the proposal <a href="http://juliemariebennett.blogspot.com/2011/03/1311-in-pictures.html">click here</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">p.s.s.s. I just realized its exactly 10 months today since we got engaged! how fitting.</span></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-70958658833109250822011-11-02T08:44:00.001-07:002011-11-02T08:44:53.735-07:00sicknessseriously, it sucks.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"> on the last friday of the free jazz in the sculpture garden on the national mall, we had a picnic of au bon pain sandwiches, utz cheetos and farmers market peaches <span style="font-size: x-small;">{which i'm missing so much right now!}</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So many of you know that when we moved out here to DC M started grad school <span style="font-size: x-small;">{which sidenote, he LOVES!}</span> and I started a job at the CFPB <span style="font-size: x-small;">{or Consumer Financial Protection Bureau}.</span> Phew. Ok. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I didn't even<i> begin</i> to know what that meant when I accepted the offer. I had an inkling of idea of what the day-to-day duties might be, but nothing solid. You want to know why I agreed to quit a job that I loved and move across the country <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and not just because it was <i>obvious</i> I needed a job and M was going to school near}</span>? Because I believed and felt a passion for what the CFPB was all about. The mission of helping the <b>american people</b>. The drive for making sure the <b>'big bad banks'</b> don't fool us all again. The epic idea of <b>transparency</b>! <span style="font-size: x-small;">{you're kidding!}</span> I wanted to be a part of all that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well I am, and have been for almost 2 months now. I can't believe its only been that long. Literally its felt like 6 or maybe even 9, but definitely longer than 2. And it has been a series of up & downs <span style="font-size: x-small;">{hello, its a startup!!} {and also hello, they changed my job duties drastically- in a good way!!}</span> but I can honestly say how grateful I am for that mission, the very reason I accepted this job - because without that I don't think I could justify 10 hour days <span style="font-size: x-small;">{leaving when its dark and getting back when its dark!?}</span> and endless projects and to-do lists and long phone conversations with bank executives. but I do, because I think it is worth it </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">it also doesn't hurt that my husband doesn't get home until 9 PM and so I don't even have to start cooking dinner until 8, :) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But sometimes I need a few seconds to just breathe. To sit and think and laugh with my husband. To do the things I love <i>outside</i> of work. To just be. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are several ways to do this I think, and everyone is different, but I am employing 3 methods over the next week or so:</div><ol><li><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>COOKING and BAKING</b>! - On the menu this week: mini chicken pot pies, chicken tortilla soup, pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and chocolate silk pie! mmmm, fall!</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>a mini getaway & time with friends</b> - this weekend the hubs and I are going to go to the Annapolis Sat/Sun to look around, eat good food and do whatever the heck we want. Just an hour away and free nights stay and we've got that mini getaway <span style="font-size: x-small;">{seriously, I didn't mean for the rhyming, just go with it}</span> and then pumpkin carving/pumpkin seed baking/scary movie watching with our fave couple Ash & Jared! wooooo!</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>exercise</b>! - my darling husband created a {reasonable!!} workout schedule for me, and I'm going to STICK TO IT, dangit.</div></li>
</ol><div style="text-align: justify;">So here's to breathing!</div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-14216573579896509992011-10-22T19:39:00.000-07:002011-10-22T19:39:34.271-07:00Adventures in DC<div style="text-align: justify;">On Labor Day we decided to explore the city with some friends <span style="font-size: x-small;">{who we didn't get pictures with/of, oops}</span> and even though M & I have already seen all of the sites, Cate & Wyatt just moved here<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>from Boston and hadn't had the chance to <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and the new MLK memorial was open too, so what the heck.}</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was supposed to rain and ended up <b>1)</b> not raining and <b>2)</b> being hott! We also went to my very favorite place in DC for milkshakes <b><span style="font-size: x-small;">- Good Stuff Eatery -</span></b> so I was a happy camper. It was a lot of fun, we definitely love DC! </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And it was awsome right about this time.... 15 minutes in </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbfseUSzCTo/TqFwj0RgbYI/AAAAAAAABZ4/DelI97QdaOo/s1600/DSCN1879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gbfseUSzCTo/TqFwj0RgbYI/AAAAAAAABZ4/DelI97QdaOo/s400/DSCN1879.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And then the wind decided to kick it up to 30 knots and that's when my dramamine also decided to stop working.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">They had this amazing friend there who let us raft up {sailing term!} on calmer waters. We walked around downtown Annapolis, had dinner at this great italian place and had a bonfire.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">After a calm night's sleep on the boat {1st for everything!} we had pancakes in the morning and had a verrrrrry much calmer sail back to Baltimore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So, although I am not a sailor, M definitely got the hang of it. Looks like a hobby he will take up on his own! ;-)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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there was so much that went into planning a wedding I had no idea about, but good thing for me I have an amazing partner-in-crime <span style="font-size: x-small;">{morgface}</span> and 2 moms<span style="font-size: x-small;"> {and lots of other helpful peeps}</span> to help me remember everything and to pitch in to make M & I's dream become a reality.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Soon after we got engaged I began what infamously came to be known as<b><i> "the wedding notebook".</i></b> it started out innocently enough, just a collection of inspiration photos and a place to keep all the info related to the wedding. It turned into a complete documentation of every detail and to-do list, down to every day of the week before the wedding. <span style="font-size: x-small;">{can you tell I'm a <b><i><u>PLANNER</u></i></b>?!?}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">we had a lot of projects. most of them happened, some of them didn't and a lot of them got changed during the course of our 7 month engagement. all of them were very<b> 'us'</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and money saving! boo ya!}</span> and everyone pitched in! yay! so here goes a <span style="font-size: x-small;">{very wordy}</span> list <span style="font-size: x-small;">{that does not by any stretch of the imagination include <i>every</i> DIY project we did, but alas}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. first off, <b>our entire invitation suite</b>. I joined a site called <a href="http://www.weddingclipart.com/">OneHeart Weddings</a> and got some inspiration, and some clip art, from their site and designed our main invite, sealing invite, RSVPs & directions insert. Oh and I used postcards.com for our save-the-dates {way easy}. we bought our paper at a local wholesale paper store and ordered our "pockets" offline, which saved a bundle. we printed everything at our FedEx store where Mr. Shawn thought I looked like Zooey Deschanel and only charged us for the printing <span style="font-size: x-small;">{boo ya!}</span> The stickers were from Michael's. and the little photo stickers on the back of each and every invite were from Michael's too - but the labor was all mine {and M's. yep, for reals.}</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>shout out</b> to mrs. jenn fearnley who helped me stuff all of our invitations one night while M and Levi painted their nursery {<u>which is now filled with our godson! woohoooo</u>!} there are no amount of words for a "thankyou!", but "thankyou!" </span><br />
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2. the <strong>wedding party</strong>:<br />
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So our official wedding party consisted of <strong>Maid of Honor</strong>: Stephanie Bennett <span style="font-size: x-small;">{my sis!}</span> and <strong>Best Man</strong>: Austin Canfield <span style="font-size: x-small;">{M's bro!}.</span> They were seriously so awesome at being helpful and calm and awesome and did I mention helpful? Steph made my <strong>garter</strong> <span style="font-size: x-small;">[with a KC Chiefs insignia! boo ya!]</span> and I got her <a href="http://www.lisaleonardonline.com/Vintage-Frames-Necklace-P47C8.aspx">this</a>. For Austin we got him <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62337384/computer-video-gamer-symbol-silver-leaf?ref=sr_gallery_2&ga_search_query=cuff+links+video+&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_ship_to=US&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade">these</a>. <br />
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Then there were our very best friends that came out and supported us, and we wanted to include them too. So for the <strong>girls</strong> I had my very crafty and best friend <a href="http://jarashlund.blogspot.com/">Ashley</a> help with little gifts that I thought up but could never do myself. She created a pair of sequined heart shoe clips and a cream felt flower clip for each girl. For the<strong> boys</strong> we opted for suspenders and M picked out each one for each guy!<br />
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And then of course -<strong> Us</strong>. <br />
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<strong>The Mrs:</strong> I never really grew up dreaming of my wedding and what it would look like, least of all what I would wear, so when it came time to shop for a <strong>dress</strong> I only had an inkling of what I wanted: lace and not poofy <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and no train! and no vale!}</span> Long story short I found this dress, which actually didn't end up looking like this dress at all, and changed it to how I wanted it. There were some bumps along the road but it ended up exactly like I wanted - and I felt so beautiful in it. For my accessories I kept it simple since the dress was so intricate. I bought the <strong>earrings</strong> from etsy and then bought all the moms the same pair with a different color 'gem'. and then <strong>shoes</strong> I found at Target for $10.<br />
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<strong>The Mr:</strong> We actually bought M's outfit while my dress was getting made but we went with a<strong> tan suit</strong> and this amazing tie we found on a super sale at Macy's. He picked everything out and I just said yay or nay, so I'm glad he's good at picking out. Also, those <strong>cuff links</strong> were his gift our first Valentine's together <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and little did we know it would be the last time he wore them, we got back from our honeymoon and they are lost!}</span> For the beach he went way more casual and he just bought some darker dress pants and a white linen blend button down. I also made both their <strong>boutenniers</strong> <span style="font-size: x-small;">{M didn't want flowers and found a picture similar to these online. He came to Hobby Lobby with me and picked out the leaves and pins and I found the starfish from Oriental Trading}</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">3. the <strong>flowers</strong>: </span></span><br />
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So everyone seriously thought I was crazy for deciding to do all the flowers for our wedding. But I didn't want to pay for all that crap I didn't want when I thought I could do it myself. So I did a bunch of online research of flowers, figured out what color scheme we wanted and even watched some YouTube videos on bouquet making. Since the whole event was in 2 cities over 2 days it was a little more complicated so I opted for an easy, <strong>simple bouquet</strong> for the day of the wedding <span style="font-size: x-small;">{hydrangeas we found the day before at the same place I got boutenniers for my proms! ha!}</span> and then the more fun, jumble of flowers I had the idea for in my head for the ring ceremony/reception. My friends helped me the night before the wedding in my parents kitchen making me and Steph's bouquets and actually they were really easy! It was so fun to learn how to do that with them.<br />
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I ended up finding <span style="font-size: x-small;">{seriously 3 weeks before the wedding}</span> a <strong>wholesale florist</strong> in Wilmington, who was this awesome old British guy who was so helpful and honest and even shipped in stuff for free for me... it was awesome. The day of the reception M and I went and picked up all the bunches at his warehouse and then I put together all the centerpieces while everyone was decorating and our DJ<span style="font-size: x-small;"> {our friend Lara}</span> was learning the sound equipment we rented. Then after everyone left and everything was set, I made <span style="font-size: x-small;">{with the help of my husband[!]}</span> mine, Steph's and the toss bouquets with all the leftover flowers.<br />
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I remember right after we finally finished that we only had a few hours before the ring ceremony started and I was going to get ready with my friends and I didn't want to forget in all the craziness to show M his groom's cake - so I made him close his eyes and I opened the fridge they were being stored in. Almost 9 of the cake pops actually melted in the trip from Winston to the beach <span style="font-size: x-small;">{remember, 107 degrees on wedding day!}</span> so he ate one of those <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and said they were still good!}</span> and was really surprised and happy. I remember loving that moment. <span style="font-size: x-small;">{note: that was the only one he got! everyone devoured them, haha}</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. the <strong>entire reception</strong>. <span style="font-size: x-small;">{ok sorry I'll try and break it down a little more}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<strong>burlap table runners</strong> with ruffles on each end were made by my mom Lisa. all of them. Also the <strong>burlap bows</strong> on the back of every other chair were dreamed up and created by her. <strong>centerpieces</strong> were a collective effort across the country. I wanted a mismatch of vases and candle holders, based on some inspiration<span style="font-size: x-small;"> {before we M & I were even engaged}</span> I had while helping Mrs. Jenn Fearnley move their new bed from her great grandmothers house who had recently passed away. While roaming I found some adorable milk glass vases and her grandmother let me take them <span style="font-size: x-small;">{along with some hat pins, which helped during the bouquet making}!</span> So I kept them and then shared my idea with my mothers and my friends and after countless goodwill, salvation army and flea market trips our centerpieces were almost finished. The last bit of fun was added later in our engagement when we took a trip to Alabama to help with the tornado relief effort. We did a lot of tree removal and at this one particular house we asked if we could take a part of their tree home with us <span style="font-size: x-small;">{yes, we got many weird looks} </span>and M cut them up in slices, sanded and stained them. We put one on every other table and used the rest of the stump for a place to put 'our' cake. Oh and I also used my stepdad's woodburning kit and woodburned <b>"M <3 J"</b> on all of them. <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and then of course I arranged all the flowers in the vases}</span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">b.<b> the cupcake tower & groom's cake</b>: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">being the cupcake lover I am we opted for an un-traditional <span style="font-size: x-small;">{but still done a lot}</span> cupcake cake with our own little layer <span style="font-size: x-small;">{on our tree stump}.</span> We ordered the<strong> cupcake tower</strong> online and then bought a few vintage maps<span style="font-size: x-small;"> {one US, one world}</span> and covered the tiers in that. I used some paint from another project with a little matching ribbon for the connectors. My MIL Karen bought the<strong> cupcake liners</strong> which I found on <a href="http://www.save-on-crafts.com/">this website</a>. The groom's cake were <strong>cake balls</strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"> {red velvet + cream cheese frosting}</span> decorated like tuxedos. <span style="font-size: x-small;">{didn't make those - they were ordered from </span><a href="http://www.cakesbykimnc.com/"><span style="font-size: x-small;">this</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> place}</span> the <strong>cake stands</strong> I made by buying plates and stands from goodwill and epoxing <span style="font-size: x-small;">{made up word}</span> them together. <span style="font-size: x-small;">{also, the whole grooms cake was a surprise! boo ya!}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">these were also our <strong>favors</strong> and we wanted to incorporate all our different sides, so we asked random people in our family what their favorite candy was. <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and of course we chose our own}</span> At the same time we were gathering our centerpiece stuff we were looking out for larger glass containers which ended up housing all the delish candy. <span style="font-size: x-small;">{we also borrowed some from family}.</span> We bought most of our candy in bulk from a local wholesale place in Memphis, as well as Sams & Target. The<strong> banner</strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"> {which says <em>'sweet shoppe'</em>}</span> was made by yours truly, and was definitely a project that tested my then-nonexistent sewing skills, but it ended up looking great with a lot of advice from others. We also used a bunch of Lisa's Christmas village props to help add dimension. I bought the <strong>bags and stamps</strong> at Michael's and Lisa <strong>stamped </strong>all of them with our initials. I also found some<strong> frames</strong> at goodwill and printed off some signs on our extra wedding invite paper for some "instructions" for the guests. For the<strong> labels</strong> I spray painted chalkboard paint onto a black posterboard and then glued them on wooden squares I found at Michaels. Morgan screwed little holes in the top corners and I tied them on the containers with twine. The night before the sealing we set everything up on my parents table in Winston and with all the candy in and Morgan and I wrote all the labels <span style="font-size: x-small;">{hence: ROCK MANIA for rock candy}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">d. the <strong>guest book</strong> & <strong>other deco</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I already had a <strong>polaroid camera</strong> so that's where the idea came from, but I ended up finding a good deal on a bigger one and film so our guestbook was born! I bought a cheap-o scrapbook from Hobby Lobby and put black corner stickers on all the pages so every one could take a picture, put it in a slot and then sign their name/message. It was really fun to see everyone so interactive, and since I had so much extra film <span style="font-size: x-small;">{from the deal!}</span> our friends just started taking pictures of everything going on and so we have those throughout. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So some of the <strong>'smaller' details</strong> were among my favorite - like the <strong>burlap covered J & M</strong> hanging outside the doors coming in. I had the idea and Lisa and Ashley made it happen. We also had <strong>strings of pictures</strong> of Morgan and I <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and everyone in between}</span> on twine with little clothes pins from Michaels/Hobby Lobby hanging on all the huge vintage doors that I loved. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">My mom Cindy also <strong>cross stitched</strong> this amazing picture that had a lyric from our first dance <span style="font-size: x-small;">{I Can't Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley}</span> and our feet on the beach and initials. We put it on our gifts table and it got kind of covered up by the end of the night, but its hanging in our apartment now!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. the <strong>beach ceremony:</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cindy was a huge help in everything beach ceremony - essentially the entire set-up - and then she also got <strong>these fans</strong> from Oriental Trading that came in handy, for realz.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the <strong>end of the rows</strong> I bought raffia from Hobby Lobby and essentially just looped it and tied it with twine so we could easily just hang it on the end of the chair. For every 3rd row I found some big starfish to tie on it as well, bringing in that beach-y feel <span style="font-size: x-small;">{more than being on the beach? idk} </span><span style="font-size: small;">Other than that we kept it really clean and simple. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVNpCGfXxQk/TpzAf13QSgI/AAAAAAAABWI/0hdmEidmItc/s1600/093.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GVNpCGfXxQk/TpzAf13QSgI/AAAAAAAABWI/0hdmEidmItc/s400/093.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGX0LtPyt4s/TpzAeJKln4I/AAAAAAAABV4/bVDnzzxF4ik/s1600/004.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGX0LtPyt4s/TpzAeJKln4I/AAAAAAAABV4/bVDnzzxF4ik/s640/004.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, like I said, we had a lot of details and a lot of DIY projects but it really made it a team effort between M, my family and friends and I and I'm really glad we did it that way. It became a wedding that was completely<strong> us</strong> as well as <strong>them</strong>, and <span style="font-size: large;"><em>it was perfect.</em></span></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-28639509475858831792011-10-10T08:57:00.000-07:002011-10-10T08:59:05.027-07:00part IV: {reception}<div style="text-align: justify;">our ring ceremony was at 5:30 on Saturday, with our reception following at 7:00 at this wonderful renovated train station with big vintage doors and exposed red brick. we loved the place. we spent all morning <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and afternoon, really}</span> fetching flowers, setting up the venue, and pretty much running around. it was busy, but we had a lot of fun doing it with everyone. so many people stayed up late on friday night setting up and then waking up early saturday to come help. it was awesome to see it all come together with everyone that pitched in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">we had a buffet dinner of <b>good ole southern cuisine</b>: M's choice {and my resounding approval}... pulled pork, roasted chicken, mac & cheese, corn on the cob, and mashed potatoes. <b>and yes, we did eat,</b> we made sure of it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">we had our <b>cake cutting</b>,<b> first dance </b>and <b>dances with our dads/mom</b>. i threw <b>my bouquet</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">{which hit one of those awesome hanging lights and exploded before my cousin Ashlyn caught it}</span> and a <b>customized KC Chiefs garter</b> my sister/MOH made me. and we watched a wonderful <b>video my amazing father made</b> that pulled everyone together. and then <b>we danced the night away</b> <span style="font-size: x-small;">{thanks to our amazing friend/DJ Lara Hubbard who manned the ipod playlist and was an expert at that sound equipment, couldn't have done it without you!}</span></div><br />
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I remember dancing our last slow dance <span style="font-size: x-small;">{At Last - Etta James} </span>and M leaning in close and daring me to list one thing that I didn't like about that night <span style="font-size: x-small;">{knowing the perfectionist I am}</span>. and I remember saying<b> "that it won't last longer"</b>. its true, we were tired, we were getting burnt out. our feet hurt, and we probably really smelled. but we could have stayed there all night laughing and dancing and celebrating with everyone. it was truly a perfect night.<br />
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</div><span style="font-size: x-small;">{<b>fun fact</b>: after the ring ceremony everyone peaced out on the trolleys back to the where the reception took place while M and I took pics on the beach. on the way back we saw a McDonalds - and we zipped through the drive thru for a large DC and a large DDP. Only M's family knows that because we stopped back at the hotel to tidy up {it was real windy at the beach and my hair was shot to heck} and they were walking down to the reception center when we pulled up. I remember his dad saying to M "so, you get married and take her to McDonalds, real classy" even though he already knew it was my idea :)}</span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">many that are close to M and I were not able to attend our sealing inside the temple, and so we wanted to do something that would somehow include them in witnessing our union as husband and wife, so we opted to skip exchanging rings at the temple and wait until the next day. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, disclaimer: this is something we had been planning to do for a long time though, because I knew it was something I would definitely do when I got married, and so when we started talking about how we would do it we quickly came to one conclusion, it was going to completely shout to the roof tops <b>"THIS IS SO M AND J"</b> and that is how our ring ceremony was born. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had it at the <b>beach</b> because thats one of our favorite spots on earth. We did it on the <b>NC coast </b>because thats where I have spent so many of my happy memories. We had <b>M's dad</b> conduct the ceremony and speak. We had our <b>brother and sister</b> as our MOH/BM. We said vows that we literally thought of <b>on the spot</b>. And we had M's other <b>brother play</b> <b>piano</b> for our intro/extro <span style="font-size: x-small;">{yeah, not words.}</span> It was <b>so us</b>, and I am so happy we did it, not only for those close family members and friends who had the opportunity to participate in our wedding in some way, but because we were able to express to eachother in another way our symbolic sense of <b>our love that will last forever</b>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">and hey, I got to wear my dress twice. not too shabby, eh?</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so, we had a<b> linner</b>. {lunch + dinner <span style="font-size: x-small;">- and yes thats exactly what I put on the invitations<b> thankyouverymuch</b></span>} and we had it at one of the most delicious italian places in raleigh I've eaten - ok maybe I was just real starved but for reals, it was the bomb dot com. Anyways we decided italian because <span style="font-size: x-small;">{spoiler!}</span> we had barbeque at the reception <span style="font-size: x-small;">{and its my fave, duh}. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and oh, italian we did eat.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">we had our own private room with a bunch of round tables set up - it was a perfect way to have all our family and friends in one room and let them get to know eachother - and catch up - some of them hadn't seen eachother for years! and it was a great way for M and I to mingle and really connect with everyone in the midst of all the wonderful wedding-ness.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some things I remember about the dinner:</div><ul><li><div style="text-align: justify;">I was showing Mary Grigg my ring, and telling her about how M & I's wedding bands are identical and have the same engraving inside - and she told me a hilarious story about her 10th anniversary gift {which by the way, their anniversay was THAT day! now we have the same anniversary! shout out!} </div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: justify;">M & his cousin Robert sitting and chatting forever like little girls. There was a few times M would disappear and I knew I would find him next to Robert - {they hadn't seen eachother since before M's mission and used to be real close}</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: justify;">hearing the laughter from the table in the corner {which housed the following: Ashley, Jessica, Rachael, Lara, Ryan and my brothers Billy and Michael. yeah, what a combination}</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: justify;">Madeline sitting on my stepdad Gary's lap pointing at all the pictures in the Wilmington guidebook and saying "daddy!" "daddy!" "daddy!" at every picture she saw. yeah she wasn't too good at talking yet.</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: justify;">and lets be honest here - THE FOOD. IT WAS SO GOOD.</div></li>
</ul><div style="text-align: justify;">The room was full of love and how grateful I am for those few hours that we got to spend with those people that just shared such an important event in our lives. I'm so glad we decided to do it, and a big thankyou to M's parents for making it happen :) best in-laws ever!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ok sorry, I care - but I'm still going to subject you to it again, because I love telling the story of our wedding, and I never want to forget my thoughts about it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so the first place to start is of course, the actual wedding! - our sealing in the Raleigh, NC LDS Temple - for time & all eternity will always be the most spiritual, happy, love runneth over, experience of my life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the details of that experience, however, are private to my husband and I, so onto the 'after'!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I remember thinking as we waited in the entrance of the temple as our photographer got ready, "it is probably so hott out there and I really like the AC" - ha, no I'm kidding<span style="font-size: x-small;"> {thought I should have thought about that! it was 107 degrees!}</span> what I was really thinking was "i'm married, we're married, i'm still crying, this is awesome" and as we walked through the door i started laughing because seeing everyone crowded around the entrance of the temple for some reason was so ridiculous looking to me, and I had no idea that was what normally happened. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and then I remember seeing my brother Billy who I hadn't gotten to see before our wedding because he goes to school/works on the coast so he met us there - </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so after hugging him I scanned the crowd and found my mom. and started crying, again. Seeing my mom for the first time after I had gotten sealed was a really emotional moment for me for a lot of reasons, but at that moment all I can remember is her smile and the happiness she expressed on her face. I was so grateful for that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then there were a lot of pictures! and sweating! and pictures! and lots of sweating! By the way, it was NOON when we came out of the temple. nuf said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I had previously sent my photographer a 'shot list' for pictures since there were so many of us, and were going to be our "more formal" pictures of the wedding. I'm so glad I did because her assistant for the day just called out names and groups and it was so organized {mostly}</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Once we got through the list everyone peaced out {and cooled off} and headed to the restaurant and Morgan and I took the 'us' pictures. I was still processing everything, and completely sweaty and we were hurrying because they were going to close the temple but for some reason, I was totally calm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm so grateful for family and friends that were there to support us on that amazing Friday afternoon that changed the course of our lives and sealed us together for eternity. We were so humbled by the outpouring of love from every side - my side, morgans side - every which side. and still talk about it almost every day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">So thank you to all who were there to support us, parents, aunts, uncles, family friends, friends that are like family, all of you who were present {and even those who werent} - we thank you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><strong>up next: Part II {sealing linner}</strong></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-24515460349280739032011-10-04T07:57:00.000-07:002011-10-04T08:00:16.590-07:00See look! I'm involved!<div style="text-align: justify;">Last weekend.. no two weekends ago... no, whatever - a few weekends ago was our General Relief Society Broadcast. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2011/10/forget-me-not?lang=eng&media=video">{like everyone else, the Deetster's talk was my fave}</a></span> My stake held a dessert reception and an event called Women in the Arts beforehand, and invited any sister to display one of their talents throughout the cultural hall. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So what did I do? I cheated and and put my scrapbooks on display.. that I did years ago. Oh and threw in our wedding guestbook for good measure <span style="font-size: x-small;">{that post is coming, promise}</span> and tried to make it look pretty with a homemade chalkboard and kraft paper.. <span style="font-size: x-small;">{yes one of the RS sisters may have forced me to use one of their table cloths because I wasn't 'fancy' enough... woops}</span>.. and here is the proof. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">told you people I'm not a hermit who doesn't participate!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">though i did not actually take my camera, i stole these pictures from the RS blog. baby steps, people.</span></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-74412297735243625602011-10-03T11:21:00.000-07:002011-10-03T11:26:31.483-07:00Monday Night Menu: Becoming a wife<div style="text-align: justify;">So most of you know M and I dated for almost 2 years before we were married. We started being a "thing" only 3 months after I moved to Memphis - 6 months after I had graduated from college.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ok, I'll make it more simple: I was on my own for two and half years and never did I think to prepare to be a wife.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So that might sound weird, but its true. Now that I look back {after only 2 months of marriage, I know, I'm being dramatic} I can see the ways that I did prepare - but I never really did it on 'purpose' - now I don't know if thats a good thing or a bad thing, and I don't really care {and at this point it doesnt matter, right?} but I'm sort of happy that I did it that way, because right now, I love learning how to be a wife <em>with</em> my husband.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can't really explain why, just that I love it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One thing that is probably one of my favorite things about becoming a wife is cooking! {I know, another weird thing}</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm not the kind of girl that has always loved to cook and has been honing her cooking skills for years - nope, I'm the kind of girl that ate mac & cheese and blueberry muffins all through college {from boxes, of course} and is completely content eating a bowl {or two} of cereal for dinner. So its been an adventure ever since Morgan and I started dating and started cooking together, and it continues to be now that we're newlyweds.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">One thing I've started doing since we got married is make out a menu every week - not to say that we always follow it because things always come up {like chicken not thawing for 3 days in our freezing fridge} - but it has helped me organize our grocery shopping {and budget} and try new recipes every week. What I've found is that the some of the things that I've always been scared to try or shy away from have become part of my "Staples Menu" {or a running list of things I think I'm particularly good at, or taste muy bueno}</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So this week's menu:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Monday - homemade pizza <span style="font-size: x-small;">{</span><a href="http://www.eatingwell.com/recipes/easy_whole_wheat_pizza_dough.html"><span style="font-size: x-small;">whole wheat dough</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">. </span><a href="http://www.bakespace.com/recipes/detail/Lemon-Pepper-Chicken-Pizza-with-a-Garlic-Olive-Oil-and-Herb-sauce/34115/"><span style="font-size: x-small;">great garlicy-olive oil sauce</span></a> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/04/herb-roasted-whole-chicken/">with leftover chicken from this</a>}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tuesday - whatever <span style="font-size: x-small;">{Morgan plays basketball after class - which means either leftovers or cereal - guess which one I usually choose :)}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wednesday - Buffalo Wild Wings<span style="font-size: x-small;"> {yea, we're going to IKEA, and guess whats down the road? yep, cop out}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thursday - Brinner - waffles & strawberries, turkey bacon, scrambled eggs <span style="font-size: x-small;">{waffles - my dad's recipe}</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Friday - Date Night - Tacos! <span style="font-size: x-small;">{not exactly original, but new thing: </span><a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/hard-taco-shells/detail.aspx"><span style="font-size: x-small;">making hard tacos out of tortillas</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">} +</span> a redbox. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Saturday - <a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2009/04/baked-chicken-parmesan.html">Chicken Parmesan</a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sunday - Cheeseburgers + <a href="http://playwithsugar.blogspot.com/2009/07/oven-baked-parmesan-seasoned-fries.html">Parmesan Ovenbaked Fries </a></div><div align="justify"></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-56454066938886507622011-09-30T12:59:00.000-07:002011-10-01T07:27:08.768-07:00Little Baby LJToday I'm thinking about this lady (ok, and her husband)...<br />
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</tbody></table> because today is the day that little (actually, its going to be big) baby is supposed to come into this world<br />
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so here's hoping! i want to meet him so badly!<br />
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So I suggested chicken wings - of course - so M went in search of the best place around our parts courtesy of the internets.<br />
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and we found it. plugged it in to the (not-so-trusty) tom-tom and went on our merry way.<br />
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on our way we saw a different wing place, but we couldn't remember if it was one of the 'good' ones (they aren't very original - 'Wing Factory' 'Wing Place' 'Wing Joint' - I mean seriously I can't tell the difference)<br />
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SO we passed it up and went to the supposed 'good' place -<br />
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after about 63 minutes we figured out that it, in fact, did not exist anymore. <br />
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sooo about another 20ish minutes and we were back to the previously mentioned Wing Something-or-other place we had passed earlier.<br />
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sat down, and sat and sat and sat some more <br />
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Until numerous servers/workers/wing people all ignored our stare downs and pleas for good ol american chicken wings and we walked out {yeah I was not patient anymore at this point.}<br />
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so we walked around the shopping center hoping (so much!) to find a place that was still open<br />
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NO SUCH LUCK. surprise surprise.<br />
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so we got back in the car, pushing about 104 minutes since departure of our apartamento, and drove to none other than <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">5 GUYS</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and no one was there - so we got piping hot cheeseburgers and a butt load of extra fries</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and we drew pretty pictures of said cheeseburgers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If that's not american, I don't know what is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">**not all the ketchup pictured above was consumed. yes, we are wasters.</span></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-85282713715281526452011-09-29T05:45:00.000-07:002011-09-29T08:47:08.653-07:00LIFE!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">well, work life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it changes in the blink of an eye <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(or a meeting randomly at 10 AM on a Tuesday) </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and when its for the better, you just sit and wonder - wow. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(its for the better right? its for the better right? i'm pretty sure it is. over and over)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i've been in what people call the "industry" or "professional world" for almost two and a half years now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and i'm <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(still?)</span> not used to it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but i think thats good. i'm always on my toes, ready for the next new step. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and that, my friends, is how knowing how to use powerpoint <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(well. because those SmartArt graphics are important ;)</span> gets you a pat on the back and a front door into meeting the head of the department. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(well, thats the simplified version)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but whats funny is that the whole time all i was thinking about was getting out that front door as fast as possible to meet my husband to go on a temple date night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">so the moral of the story, kids? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">temple > powerpoint.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">and don't you ever forget it</span>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-61084870973329779392011-09-23T07:39:00.000-07:002011-09-23T07:41:45.674-07:00Good thing my husband doesnt read my blog<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">because he would probably not be happy I'm sharing this, but getting this e-mail this morning made my (very very very very long) week... </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Subject: Hello Wife ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hey my love I just wanted to let you know that I'm back safe from my run. I sent you this txt this morning:<br />
"I'm going on my run now baby cakes! I love you so freakin much!!! You are seriously the most beautiful woman ever!"<br />
During my run I remembered your cell was probably in your car. How's your morning love?<br />
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">thank goodness its Friday, my friends, because that means its date night with that sweet, handsome husband of mine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">and yes, i may or may not forget my phone in my car often. </span></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-80652756218194147462011-09-22T12:25:00.000-07:002011-09-22T12:26:52.035-07:00Oh what I'd give<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">to be back on the shore of the Ambergis Caye of Belize with the hubs.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">suburn and all.</span></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-68088907845327803402011-09-20T09:46:00.000-07:002011-09-20T09:46:12.334-07:00Happy 1 month and 22 days<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and if you are wondering, yes I had to go to my calendar and count the days. and no i don't deal with numbers anymore (well, except for our {very newly wed} budget) so yeah, i count days now. awesome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm sure a lot of you are wondering either </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">a) how the wedding went </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">b) how the honeymoon was </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">c) how the move went </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">d) how we like DC or </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">e) all of the above.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">yeaaaa, i'll get on that. later.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">but for right now, i found a little (probably not-so-secret) secret to making cake box mixes the bomb dot com. Saturday night on the way home from the temple we were jonesing for some sweets. and I wanted to make something to enjoy during Sunday night football as well, without a whole lotta "work" (its Sunday, a day of REST for peets sake!) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So we picked up some peanut m&ms for some instant gratification and a box of Betty Crockers chocolate cake, some chocolate frosting, and some instant chocolate pudding (oh yea, we were going ALL OUT on the chocofactor). I didn't know exactly how to make the improvments yet so I didn't buy anything else, but the good news for me was that I had everything else :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So heres the (not-so secret) secret to make your box cakes oh-so-much more delicious.:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Ingredients:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- a box of pudding (whatever flavor you want)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- 1 more egg than the box calls for</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- 1 cup sour cream</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- some milk (do half the water on the box and then make up the rest with milk)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Directions:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- mix the box ingredients and the box of pudding together - set aside</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- mix together the water/milk, oil(or butter if you want some extra goodness) and eggs</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- add the dry ingredients to the milk mixture and mix/beat/whatever well</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- then add the sour cream and mix/beat/whatever some more</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">- while you are doing this DO NOT WORRY THAT IT LOOKS WEIRD!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and wa la - make sure you have some cupcake liners or some pam and finito!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">also, even though the can frosting is DELISH! next time there will be some homemade frosting on those bad boys (i made cupcakes), because lets be serious, homemade frosting is also the bomb dot com.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">p.s. don't forget the sprinkles :)</span>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-33976002079519314772011-09-19T08:44:00.000-07:002011-09-19T08:44:02.828-07:00A weird thing..<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I only eat the red and green gummi bears.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And only Haribo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1y8cBu_JiGU/Tndi4kTu1wI/AAAAAAAABOs/_uL9Oz4Rai8/s320/gummy_bears.jpg" width="247" /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">C'mon I'm not the only one.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">right?</span></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-58388663626404714552011-06-21T06:17:00.000-07:002011-06-21T06:17:48.370-07:00and its official!!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">so if getting married wasn't exciting enough, we are adding another level of happiness to the mix! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>we are moving to Washington, DC!!</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">we've been waiting to tell people until I told work <span style="font-size: x-small;">(and family, of course),</span> but we're just too excited to keep it to ourselves any longer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Morgan got into the <a href="http://dss.missouristate.edu/">Defense and Strategic Studies</a> graduate program of Missouri State -- Missouri State you ask? Their campus for the program is located in Fairfax, VA! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And I got a job at the <a href="http://www.consumerfinance.gov/">Consumer Financial Protection Bureau</a> working in Consumer Response!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We won't be moving until after the wedding + honeymoon, as Morgan starts classes August 22 and I start work August 29th! We couldn't be more excited for this new adventure we will be taking together! </span>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-80837221676763210032011-06-08T09:26:00.000-07:002011-06-08T09:26:44.063-07:00I interrupt this 3 month hiatus <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d9sKxJQLIfk/Te-ho_nI2nI/AAAAAAAABOY/IvU0qYc4Geo/s1600/11460_165787037971_735507971_2822805_5658124_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d9sKxJQLIfk/Te-ho_nI2nI/AAAAAAAABOY/IvU0qYc4Geo/s400/11460_165787037971_735507971_2822805_5658124_n.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found this randomly in my pictures folder. Halloween 2009. Hilarious.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">To bring you a little list of things I love right. this. moment.</span> <ul><li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">crystal light, pomegranate lemonade flavor <span style="font-size: x-small;">(its supposed to be good for my skin. cross your fingers!)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've had lunch with M twice a week this last month since I'm working at a bank 10 minutes down the road. <span style="font-size: x-small;">its been a little slice of heaven during the day.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">M and I start our "wedding diet" monday - scratch that I'm not in love with that, but I am in love with the fact I have 4 more days of non-wedding diet-ness!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">M only has one more Kaplan class and then I'm going to celebrate by going on a date afterwards! and then he's going to celebrate by taking the GRE! ha. ha. ha.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">my first ever bridal shower is on saturday in kansas city. IM. SO. EXCITED!. (and this wedding thing is getting. so. real.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm starting another DIY wedding project tomorrow, its going to be awesommeeeee.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">did I mention that crystal light flavor? its bueno.</span></li>
</ul>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-52117763430418034132011-03-13T08:18:00.000-07:002011-03-13T08:18:35.597-07:001.3.11 in pictures.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-f_GzUk_VFmU/TXxLZhN36zI/AAAAAAAABNA/H27Za0babQU/s1600/DSCN0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-f_GzUk_VFmU/TXxLZhN36zI/AAAAAAAABNA/H27Za0babQU/s400/DSCN0223.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grand Central Station</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZnJqkHNmNC4/TXxLoKLDl8I/AAAAAAAABNE/6X_I2_i0URc/s1600/DSCN0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZnJqkHNmNC4/TXxLoKLDl8I/AAAAAAAABNE/6X_I2_i0URc/s400/DSCN0225.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rockefeller Center</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">big-kid Lego Store</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MoMA</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Llc-iYowzLw/TXxNb0f6ogI/AAAAAAAABNY/Ma9YxFnlwvY/s1600/DSCN0282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Llc-iYowzLw/TXxNb0f6ogI/AAAAAAAABNY/Ma9YxFnlwvY/s400/DSCN0282.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Disney Store</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Toys R Us</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">him picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fgrPyd82PnA/TXxOHporATI/AAAAAAAABNk/wZ1HBJgTIZg/s1600/DSCN0296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fgrPyd82PnA/TXxOHporATI/AAAAAAAABNk/wZ1HBJgTIZg/s400/DSCN0296.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">non-blurry me picture</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VNjqSKh_YHc/TXxOVuRI_UI/AAAAAAAABNo/OgQddW2is6A/s1600/DSCN0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VNjqSKh_YHc/TXxOVuRI_UI/AAAAAAAABNo/OgQddW2is6A/s400/DSCN0297.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">as Morgan was unzipping his coat and I wasn't paying attention</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">stranger man taking our picture</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jxcxqcbO30I/TXxO0NfEvuI/AAAAAAAABNw/-q4vQW-3pEc/s1600/DSCN0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jxcxqcbO30I/TXxO0NfEvuI/AAAAAAAABNw/-q4vQW-3pEc/s400/DSCN0302.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">really bad hot chocolate and lots of calls</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bTb4yZQq6gE/TXxPSW838PI/AAAAAAAABN4/v4PwtpeiNTE/s1600/DSCN0310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bTb4yZQq6gE/TXxPSW838PI/AAAAAAAABN4/v4PwtpeiNTE/s400/DSCN0310.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">back at "our spot"</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JKFge4F5GuQ/TXxPgZxdxRI/AAAAAAAABN8/OaQyYeoOEF8/s1600/DSCN0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JKFge4F5GuQ/TXxPgZxdxRI/AAAAAAAABN8/OaQyYeoOEF8/s400/DSCN0314.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">m&m store!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">our celebratory just-for-the-heck-of-it m&ms</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">the end. </span></div><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5712612230890576186.post-82236004658747453512011-03-11T19:54:00.000-08:002011-03-11T19:54:14.178-08:00THE proposal<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: xx-small;">SO NY is next on my "TO DO list" and even though Morgan didn't propose the first day, I'm just too excited to write this down finally {after 2 months of being engaged, I'm terrible.} Don't you worry though - I'll still be posting the rest of the trip. So without further ado.....</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">ok so... Monday, January 3rd Morgan and I woke up at my Grandma & Pa Bennett's and Grandma made us breakfast,<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> even though I told her not to make us anything the whole time we were there</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span> Then we got showered, ready and walked to the E. Rockaway train station and caught our train into Penn Station. Pretty much the whole time we were in NY we just planned the first thing we wanted to go do during our train ride that morning and then after that just went wherever our feet took us. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This day we decided Grand Central Station and Rockafeller Center. So we walked our little butts off, saw where they filmed Madagascar <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">{ha}</span>,</span> went to the big-kid Lego store, saw all the ice skaters and big ole christmas trees, and got lunch. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">I can't remember where</span>. After we decided to check out the Modern Museum of Art {MoMA} and it was awesome <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{I got to see Starry Night, ahhh!}.</span> We spent a <i>loooong</i> time in there - so by the time we left the sun was setting. So I thought that it would be a great time to go to <b>Times Square</b> in all its lit-up glory for Morgan's first time <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{seriously, it was my idea}.</span> So we traipsed to 47th St. and went in store after store, as I showed Morgan all the fun places I love and have been to countless times with my family. Especially the places that I went to on the surprise 18th birthday {and Christopher's simultaneous 8th birthday} trip and when I went with my mom & her friend Christina 4 years back. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">As we left Toys R Us. <b><span style="font-size: xx-small;">{yes, Toys R Us}</span></b> I remembered we were close to the intersection of <b>7th Ave/Broadway</b> which they turned it into a pedestrian plaza <span style="font-size: xx-small;">- aka where the ball drops on New Years Eve -</span> and wanted to show Morgan where the <b>neon sign NYPD station</b> was. So as we were walking by I pointed to it, and Morgan slowly grabbed my arm and steered me in that direction. He said he wanted to <i>"check it out"</i> and <i>"get a picture"</i> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">- So I took his picture </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">- and was about to continue walking when he wanted to take a picture of me</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">- so he did, </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">- and it was blurry and so he did it again </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">- so as I came back to stand next to him and look at the camera, I snapped a picture of the NYPD station while Morgan was getting something out of his coat. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">That's when I heard <b><span style="font-size: large;">"Sweety"</span></b> and I was still looking at the camera so I said <b><span style="font-size: large;">"Yea?"</span></b> without looking up. and then he didn't say anything. <b>So I looked up</b>. And I saw the unzipped coat, the maroon ring box with a latch and Morgan's beaming, expectant face <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{with that adorable grin he has}</span> and<b> I started crying</b>. Yep. <u>Instantly</u>. And then I started saying "<i>You are not doing this right now, you aren't, are you? Are you seriously doing this right now? Really?"</i> All the while, crying and trying to wipe my face and eyes so I could properly see him. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And in the midst of my rambling he said <i>"Yes."</i> Got down on one knee, and said <b><span style="font-size: large;">"Julie Marie Bennett, will you marry me?"</span></b> and I smiled. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{and of course was still crying} </span>and said <b><span style="font-size: large;">"yes, of course."</span></b> and thats when I dragged him up <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{he's twice my size, it was hard}</span> and jumped in his arms. And thats when we heard the <i>clapping and cheering</i>. We stopped and looked to our right and saw a group of about 5 guys clapping and yelling <b>"Congratulations!"</b> so we waved and smiled and tried to say "Thankyou" but I don't really know if it ever happened because we were both in shock. So then we looked back at each other and kissed and I asked him how long he had been planning this, and asked him why he <b><u>wasn't</u></b> acting weird all day, and we smiled and he goes <b><span style="font-size: large;">"So, do you want to actually look at the ring".</span></b> True story - he hadn't even opened the box yet. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So we sat down across from eachother, touching knees, on some of the metal chairs that are in the plaza we were standing in the middle of. And he opened the box. <b>and I started crying again</b>. Instantly. And then he laughed at me. and I was gushing. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{because really, its the most beautiful piece of jewelry I've ever seen in my life}</span> So I put it on and <b>it fit perfectly</b>. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{except then my gloves didn't fit because it was so big and my hands were frozen the rest of the night because I <b>refused</b> to take off the ring. not bragging, true story.}</span> And <i>THEN</i> the cheering boys came back <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{turns out it was a dad and 4 teenage boys}.</span> The dad came over and told us he wanted to take our picture for us saying, <b><span style="font-size: large;">"You have to remember this forever, can I take your picture?"</span></b> And then I started crying again at the most wonderful thing this stranger could say - so we said yes. And took the most awful picture <i>that I will treasure forever</i>. Then we had no idea what to do. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So we walked. and decided to stop in a cafe and get some hot chocolate so we could call my parents. He let me know I should probably call my <b>mom</b> first because she had cried on the phone whenever he asked her and <b>Gary'</b>s permission. So I did. I called her. and then my house, which <b>Chris</b> answered and so I told him first and then my <b>Dad & Lisa</b> got on the phone who were already expecting it due to Morgan's persmission call. and then <b>Jessica</b>. Then I called <b>Stephanie</b> and <b>Billy</b> and <b>Michael</b>. And then I called <b>Ashley</b> and <b>Rachael</b>. And Morgan called <b>his parents</b>. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">To be fair, he had already told everyone prior to us leaving for NY that he was going to propose, so he didn't really have to let anyone know.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So then we finished our hot chocolate, and went back to the place he had proposed just an hour before and we look "better" pictures <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{though my eyes still look a little red}.</span> Then we did what were good at - going wherever our feet took us. We went and got <b>I ♥ NY shirts</b> for Morgan's family, found a vintage photo of <b>Times Square</b> showing the exact location we got engaged, and went to the M&M store to get colored peanut <b>M&Ms</b>. It was pretty late by then and we had to catch our train back to Oceanside so I called my Grandma to let her know when we'd be there <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{but didn't let her know he proposed because Morgan wanted to see her reaction in person}</span> So we got there and got in her van, me in the passenger seat, Morgan in the back seat, and I pulled off my really tight glove <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{I had to put it on to surprise her!}</span> and told her we had gotten engaged that night. She almost slammed on the breaks and said <b><span style="font-size: large;">"Is that thing REAL??"</span></b> and then she said something to the effect of "Congrats, that's so exciting, that's great, when did it happen? how did it happen? were you planning it? whens the wedding?" </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Then we got home and she called<b><i> everyone.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And the rest of the week <b>we celebrated with family</b>, <b>went into the city</b> and went wherever our feet took us, and talked about how crazy it was <b>we were ENGAGED</b>! :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>the end. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">{but sort of just the beginning}</span></b></span></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Julie Canfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665912631705550671noreply@blogger.com1