Metro= Gots to Go!

As I've welcomed (well, ok, not exactly "welcomed") back another semester here at the good old 'Y' I have noticed an alarming trend: meterosexuality is in, even here. I want to put my foot down, right now. BYU and its students are usually at least ten years behind every other national trend. So, why did we pick the worst possible current one out there to embrace? I have some theories about why it's so prevalent, here. The biggest theory I have is the ever present So Cal and Arizona force that exists at BYU. With this presence, I have softened my stance a little bit on fake platinum blond hair and orange skin. But, that was the girls. I draw the line at the "men". Remember back in the days when we all wanted to be like Bruce Willis (a man's man) and not David Beckham (who is contractually obligated to take his shirt off after every time he touches a soccer ball and advertise a hair care product while doing it)? I'm almost struggling to remember those wonderful days.

This is a man.

He's wearing a scarf!

         Now, I am not opposed to showering daily, putting on a decent shirt and pants and shaving. I am opposed to it, however, when that showers takes an hour because you have to clean every pore on your body with Beckham's Body Wash, finding your 75 dollar Abercrombie shirt that has strategic holes in it (as to make it look grungy), finding the skinny-fit jeans that fit the tightest and then shaving with a woman's razor as to not hurt your delicate skin and that facial you just got. So, come on, America (and BYU) rise up and be men.

So we're pretty intimidating...

Tonight we decided what our wrestling names would be, you know, if we believed in idiotic things like the UFC.

Julie's name: DEATH by THUNDER!!!!!  (thunder thighs? yeah?)

Dylan's name (ideas....but I don't think any will stick): Death by CHICKEN! or The Thinning Hair Man or The Grower (cause he wishes his hair would grow back, or that his biceps would stop shrinking)

A trip down Manti's lane

A Picture Post!
We went down to Manti the other weekend, to go to a session at the temple there, and to take pictures! For the "artsy" pictures, go to my photo blog, but here are lots of pictures I took of us (more of our individual "model" pictures coming later). Yeah, I pretty much think my husband is ridiculously handsome, especially against the background of the temple, so there are a lot of him posing at different spots around it. And the ones of the two of us, full-length? You can thank my sunglasses, the battery grip, and the grass for keeping this at just the right angle to get those shots, and of course the self-timer. Unlike the one where I am holding it out, this one actually shows more than our faces and the arm extended to hold it out :) But those are classic, too. We just think it's nice sometimes to see all of us. 

I Don't Wanna Grow Up, I'm a Toys 'R Us Kid

It's official: I'm becoming an adult. It's about time. I am 24 years old and married. But, it didn't really hit me until we bought Julie a new (well, relatively speaking. The year 2000 seems likes yesterday to me) car and we had to figure out car insurance. Julie looked into it and asked me whether or not I think Geico would be a good insurance company to go with. I knew two things about Geico.

1- they have a gecko on their commercials who talks and makes me chuckle. But, I hate their other commercials with the stupid cavemen. 2- Kayne West informs me that instead of allowing a gold-digger to get lipo with my money, I should have gone to Geico with my money. So, with this information, I told her it sounds like a good company (Julie researched it way more than that and it seems good). This was a major step in my development into adulthood. Now, I've got to figure out which grad school I want to go, how to pay for it, how to get into it in the first place, start family planning, get a career, etc. (On a side note, when I pick a grad school, I want to pull a LeBron James and make it annoyingly overplayed. I'll hold a press conference with all of my family and say "Dylan Cannon has decided to take Dylan Cannon's talents to (blank)".) Getting back on track, becoming an adult seems overwhelming. But, I take comfort in the fact that so many people have done it before me. So, adulthood, here I come. Weeeeeeeeeeeee!

BYU Football= Family

   Is it football season, yet? As you might have guessed, this is Dylan. I will make no qualms about it: I LOVE BYU FOOTBALL!!! While much of this is due to my love of watching the games (although Jules probably doesn't love watching them with me. I feel I am a pretty even-keeled person UNLESS I am watching BYU games), there are also deeper reasons why I love going to the games and the arrival of football season.
    To me, BYU football is all about family. Since I have been at BYU, gameday Saturdays are the time when I get to catch up with all of my family. Although my family only lives in Salt Lake, I am terrible about keeping tabs on them. It's a time that I get to see my wonderful mother and my fascinating father. I also get to razz my brothers about their hair, being vegetarian, "fruity" (liberal) and for not taking good enough care of my dog, Aggie (who was named after Agatha Christie and not the Utah State Aggies no matter what Alec tries to claim).

   Football Saturdays also allowed me to become very close to my grandparents, Pat and LaVell Edwards. My Grandma has made it a tradition to make us gameday stew after every home game. It is a bit of manna from heaven. Well, probably better. Manna has actually never sounded that great to me. She always takes care of us. Back when he was still coaching my Grandpa would come home after the games, kiss my Grandma and then ask all of us how we were doing in school and what was going on in our lives while not talking about the game (whether we won by 100 or lost by almost that much). Of course, we all wanted to talk to him about football and rant about the refs but to my Grandpa football was a means to an end to teach college students life lessons and make them better. He cared most of all about us, his family, and always showed us where his priorities were. I think because of that, and not because of any of his accolades, my Grandpa is my hero. He would be my hero and I would look up to him if he were a farmer or a construction worker rather than a coach.
   He also unknowingly had a hand in a life-changing day last October when Nate Sell tried to bring Julie into the BYU-Utah State game with student tickets I gave him. When it was discovered Julie was not a student, they would not let her in. My Grandpa came to the rescue and gave me a ticket for Julie to get in with. Because of that, I was able to talk to her briefly. About three months later, at the very spot by the stadium with my Grandpa's name on it where I first laid eyes on the most beautiful woman ever (who is Julie if you didn't pick up on that), I proposed to her. Now, she is part of my family and we are looking forward to using BYU football as a fun and convenient excuse to see some more of my family. That's why to me, BYU football represents family.