Bridesmaid Fiasco Finished

Holy cripes... who knew trying to find a solid red dress was such a frickin pain. Solid red. Not some weird purple or outragous gold... RED. Honestly. Great news is..... drum roll please... FOUND SOME! Oh and don't EVER go shop at the Maurice's in Brigham. I wanted to punch their manager in the teeth. Under the dress the girls will be wearing a black cap sleeve shirt and the ensemble is completed with black heels. LOVELY. The belt, and whole dress, looks better when its all done to fit a model... so sorry but I am NOT the size three that my bridesmaids are... oopsie. Also, notice the black netting stuff coming out the bottom... I may cut that off. What do you think? Leave it or chop it?

Bridal Shower Pics...

Cause I know you have been utterly DYING to see them... get real Amber. I'm not updating for you blog stalkers (I know there are at least two out there) I'm updating for my blog book so there!

Here is mom and I (obviously) and BranDee my lovely future sister in law and the lovely young lady in the back is Dewy's Great Aunt Joyce, who might I add is rather hysterical.

Here I am opening my first gift of the evening. Here, also, is proof of house spoiled I was. Hooray for presents!

Woops... lingerie!! CLOSE YOUR EYES! Can you see how redfaced I am? That in itself is embarrassing!

Um kind of the best card ever made. Compliments of BranDee Lewis! Inside was the most wonderful note too. The gift was miraculous until I opened the baby bottle and baby washcloths... someone smack those Hodges girls upside the head! Love them!

The final picture from the evening. Here we have Aunt Tammy giving me a hug, "sweet" Susan (because thats what she calls herself :D haha) behind me, and the arm of my future mother in law on the left. Thanks again gals! It was a blast!

Confession Time

There is a practice of mine that I fear I need to confess of. Don't judge me.

I am about 96.3 percent sure that I have a phobia of public stalls. Not bathrooms mind you, but stalls. That small confined place gives me the heebeegeeebees. And I want to know whose idea it was to make the stall doors open inward. Hello. You are jammed in there tight enough without having to finagle a way around a door in order to exit. Or maybe I'm just too big for stalls. Cripes...

Anyway, my confession is this. I rob handicap people of their rightful stalls. Tonight, this practice bit me in the rear. As I entered the bathroom at Chilis I was the only occupant. Thank heavens. I picked my regular oversized stall and took care of some things. As I went to leave the stall I opened the door only to discover two large disapproving elderly women glaring at me. I had stolen their stall of choice and they were forced to either use a normal one, heaven forbid, or wait. They chose to wait. Not my problem, and yet I feel slightly guilty. Meh.

Real Fans, Real Fun, Real Plays: THE UTAH JAZZ

REAL CRAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!! Thats the part they left out. I loathe them entirely. Could there be a more disappointing team in the world? Thats better at self destructing? NOPE. Boo.

Bridal Shower Spoils

When I say spoils I mean that they spoiled me... not that it was spoiled. You get the idea.

Last night Dewy's family threw me a BRIDAL SHOWER and it was utterly stupendous! I couldn't even have dared imagine what I would leave with. Seriously. And the best part is I only got embarrassed once. Almost twice. The theme of the shower was a gift that went with the first letter of your first name and let's just say the lovely Lori Jo Wilcox (Dewy's neighbor who coached me in tumbling and who we consider family) got mighty creative. It started out with a ladle and laundry detergent and before I knew it my face was buried in my hands and redder than my shirt. Darn that Lori Jo!

Also, the shower took a sentimental turn when I opened Aunt Tina's gift. Her gift's theme was "Time" and one of the presents said "A time to remember" and when I opened it up it was a picture of Dewy's grandma (who passed away) on her wedding day looking in the mirror, and her temple sash. Tears tears tears and more tears. I don't cry. Ever. I'm blaming the birth control.

Also, allow me induldge momentarily on my babysitting frustrations. I'm sick of being babysat. Royally sick of it. I can't even go take my bridal shower gifts to my own house without having to pull a babysitter to watch me and Dewy... can anyone say WTF??? (which in my vocab stands for what the fetch) Seriously...

No worries... I took pictures. I'll put them up eventually. That may or may not have been slightly egotistical. No worries? Like you even cared. Ha.

Sunday Madness

Sundays Dewy and I have been trying to take turns going to each others wards. This would be so much easier if he was...say...my next door neighbor. Especially last Sunday. I woke up and got ready for Derrick Knighton's (a super close friend) homecoming...or rather the first talk he gave after being released from his mission. Straight from there I hustled to Hooper to go to church with Dewy and the Hodges Clan. It went wonderful, except when Nan (Dewy's mom) introduced me in Relief Society and all the ladies stared at me and I felt awkward and made it more awkward by slouching in my seat. Awesome. After church Nana made a FANTASTIC dinner where I was introduced to the art of mixing ranch and gravy... who knew? This is where the picture was taken as well...and I basically had to pull his teeth to get him to take it. I practically had to sprint from the dinner table to make it to my meeting for girls camp. Anyone tired yet? After my meeting Dewy met me at my house and we drove up to Grandma's where we played a mean game of wiffle ball. After grandma's I came home and started my homework. The day ended at 2:30 in the morning when I finished my final for one of my British Lit classes. Phew. I will be whining about finals all week so buckle up.

Missing: Earrings and Sanity

Sometimes at 9 pm I get a wild hair and decide to box stuff up. Yeah I don't get it either. Thursday night last week I decided to start boxing up stuff I didn't need immediately and take them to our house. It started out great: I threw away a ton of crap (like a huge box full of earrings that were missing the match...who does that), packed up some boxes, and made a complete mess. I hope you all appreciate how much my mother would kill me for posting pictures of such a messy room. Anyhow.. I destroyed my room, took a break to watch the Office (because I'm an addict) and went back to work til midnight. When I discovered I was tired, I also discovered I was unable to find my bed. I grabbed my pillow (which was recovered from the mass of crap) and slept on the couch. Bad idea. At about 6 the next morning I gave up and went back to my room where I plopped right on top of all the stuff on my bed and fell asleep. Why did no one tell me what a process this was? I was under the impression people just packed up and moved. I'm 21 years old for wretched sakes. How did I acquire so much junk? Who freaking keeps a box of mismatched earrings!? Here is the best part. My room still looks like that. Super.

Is it over yet?

I hate school. Make it end. Four more days, and when its over I'm going to need a killer massage to de-stress myself. Any takers?

Holy Cripes

I'm not one for YouTube, nor am I all up to date on the World's competitions or talents, but I'm begging you from the bottom of my wretched soul to watch this video. You are going to die. Seriously. Words cannot do it justice. Oh and I think I have a crush on Simon Cowell. Not sure yet. You are going to need to just copy the link into your URL. Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

Oops... sure did

I am coming to terms with my secret shameful ways. I did indeed go see the Hannah Montana movie with my mom and Kaylee. Loved it. Don't judge me. I also think there may be something wierd or wrong with being attracted to a 15 year old cowboy boyfried of Miley's in the show. Woops. I'm such a creep.

Go see it. It's worth it, and maybe I won't be such a fool if I know other people got sucked in too.

Oh what a happy day!

I officially found the most perfect shoes made on the planet. I'm almost positive that the little lady in China who put together these works of art while working in some sweat shop for 36 cents a day was thinking of me and my frustrations in finding the most perfect shoe to go with my dress! TA DA!! Behold, The most wonderful shoe ever made for me. I have been hunting high and lo to find a pair of shoes. Me?? Picky?? Shocker I know. Do I get white or red or turquoise?? Do I go with sandals or heels or tennis shoes? If I do heels are they pointed toe or round? How high is too high? All these questions have plagued my mind and haunted my dreams. I went to every store in the mall on my hunt, but there was no spark with any of the pairs that I saw... You know when you find that one pair that seems to jump off the shelf and scream your name as you walk by? And then when you notice them jumping up and down that spark hits deep in your soul and you know that you were made for each other? You know?? I'm not vain. I'm not. But these shoes are. Praise the person who made them... someone named DELICIOUS I think...

Also, the groomsmen's shirts are finished. Never before has any article of clothing caused me so much grief, and yet such fulfillment. These groomsmen are going to be miraculous. Watch out ladies. Oh AND while stewing over other wedding stresses my phone rang and the most wonderful news came through the line. No meeting at work in the morning! Hip Hip Horray. Sure glad I said my prayers and went to conference last week. Mental note to self: offer to read a scripture in sunday school on Sunday and maybe the bridesmaids dresses will appear next week.

Friday Night League Fans

Dewy plays basketball. A lot.

Friday nights, for as long as I can remember, Dewy and I are at the gym where he plays basketball in a league. I do enjoy going, and often find great entertainment while watching the game. Last weeks show was the lady bug man. Usually I sit alone, this league however I have some company. Two of the lads on Dewy's team are dating my friends, and as such we have found ourselves sitting together on the stone cold bleechers cheering our men on. We have started a club we like to call the FNL Fans, and I am in charge of making T-shirts (so not happening). Anyway... last week our team played a clan of middle aged men. It was worse than church ball. Literally. We--Lindy, Tara, and I--quickly nominated our favorite player on the other team and gave him the name of lady bug. He was small and round and clad in a red jersey, and at one point he was hunched over protecting the ball with all he had and he looked exactly like said insect. I giggled. Profusely. He was your typical go-getter and I had to give him props for hustle. What a little champ.

The Big 2-5!!!

Tomorrow is Dewy's birthday, and as such a dedicatory post in his honor is very necessary. Dewy is hands down the most fantastic guy I have ever met. He is a genuinely wonderful person, who keeps his priorities in order. He makes me laugh like no body's business. Dewy is driven, honest, loyal, hard-working, and dedicated. I love everything about him. He is always thinking of other people before himself--always concerned about someone else. He knows exactly what to say and when to say it, and lets face it, anyone who can put up with me has to be nothing short of amazing. Dewy never ceases to amaze me. Dewy loves his family. Ask anyone in the Hodges residence and they will tell you that Dewy is a softhearted peace maker. He loves his sisters more than anything and always tells me how great they are. He worries about them, he is protective of them, and he lives to support them. He admires his parents and honors them in every way. Before I even met the Hodges, Dewy would explain how awesome they were, always atributing their greatness to his mother Nan and his father Bart. What a match made in heaven.
This is my fiance and tomorrow is his birthday. Dewy I love you more than anything in this world. Heaven knows how I got so lucky, but I count my blessings everyday. No one knows me like you do. You truly are my better half. Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Dewy!!!! Happy birthday to you!