One Month Anniversary... Everybody Sigh... Ahhhh

Well... I figure after a month or so I have absolutely NO excuse for not having wedding pictures posted yet. The morning began with a wedding ceremony in the bountiful temple where the sealer pronounced us man and wife at 9:13. On the way to the temple the weather looked dreadful, and in fact was pouring as we drove through Layton. Upon entering the parking lot of the temple, a rainbow appeared (we are pretty famous for our rainbows) and the clouds parted above the center of the temple. Serious. When we came out the sun was shining, and our pictures were taken without even a hint of rain. On the way to the luncheon (which was at the Timbermine... Yum) it poured once again. Yet again upon arrival the rain stopped and we ate our lunch with the sun shining through the windows. The rest of the afternoon was sunny and even into the reception until about halfway when a dark cloud began to approach. When the line ended, Dewy and I proceeded to the side yard to cut the cake, toss the bouquet, and the garter and as soon as Jason Bell had the garter in his hand, the pouring began. Nice little curtain closer if I don't say so myself. The day was miraculous. Now for the funny stuff...
As we came out of the temple and met our families a small, darling little girl came and grabbed the bottom of my dress in a hug. Pretty sure she thought I was some Disney Princess escaped from the theme park. As the pictures progressed I felt her tug on my dress, pulling me away from my groom. I bent down to inquire what she needed. She replied, "I saved you." Hmm... "From what?" I asked her. "From him." She replied and pointed up to Dewy. Classy. Needless to say at that point I may have been a little bit afraid of him, and may have needed some saving. Just not yet. Ha.

As the clock struck five I thought to myself, "OK. The cake should be here anytime." As the clock struck 5:30 I thought to myself, "Hmm... wonder where my cake is." As the clock struck 5:50 my mom proceeded to call our cake lady and inquire about the cake's whereabouts. Great news. She had written down that the 17th was actually a Saturday, not a Wednesday, and hadn't made a cake. Tears began to flow, not mine but the cake lady's on the other side of the phone, and mom came out to inform me "We have no cake." I replied with, "I'm sorry...what?" And the reception began. Meanwhile, one of the ladies who helped decorate for the reception, A woman named PJ whom I visit taught and who coincidentally actually decorated weddings, ran home to grab one of her fake model cakes to set on my cake table. Another lady who helped decorate and actually did all of my flowers ran to the grocery store and bought two round cakes, frosted them, set her child's sippy cup in the middle so there were different levels, and covered it with flowers. I didn't realize I actually had five cakes total until this picture of all of them minus the real on in the living room. The small real cake replaced the large fake one until about 7:40 when my real cake showed up. Not completely how I wanted it, but close enough. Not many receptions are so extravagant they change cakes every hour. It's funny how even if something goes horribly wrong, after you put so much time, sweat, money, and tears into the darn day, the day still seems perfect. It wouldn't have been MY wedding without a great story to tell now would it? The poor cake lady was in complete disarray, but let it be known... My cake tasted miraculous, as all of hers do, and I think she is a wonderful cake lady.

Dewy grew up in Washington Terrace next door to a man named Don. Don is a rather outspoken, completely inappropriate old man who I think is rather hilarious. He attemps to kiss every female he meets. As he came through our reception line, he leaned in to kiss me and I nonchalantly turned so he hit my cheek. Then the words, "ya sure are a pretty little Sh**" proceeded to tumble out of his mouth and I fought a laugh burning as I caught my parents' eyes. Ha. Oh Don.

All in all our day couldn't have been more perfect for the two of us. Thanks for sharing it with us! Enjoy the pictures!

Giveaway

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Random Fact

Did you know the Moroni on top of the Oquirrh Mountain temple got struck by lightning and turned it jet black? Now you do. Not to worry. They got a new one.

Oquirrh Mountain Temple

Last week I went with my family to the walk through of the new temple in Daybreak. We had a great day spending time together in the temple. I felt slightly sinful as I envied the decor inside. Big plants, HUGE pots for said plants, lots of sharp, beautiful artwork, etc. I wanted it for my new house. I guess you cant really get in too much trouble for wanting your house to look like the inside of a temple I guess... I almost had to ask my mom to watch me so I wouldn't attempt to steal a pot. Ha.

As you exited the temple at the end of the walk through, you came out into a tented area where there were sister missionaries handing out cookies and bottled water for all temple-seeing patrons. They told me I was pretty. Kaylee was pissed. I was pleased as punch. My family spent the entire day making fun of my shirt. Hot pink, rather shiny, and had some ruffles down the front. Dad said I looked like a horse Jockey. When I walked into their kitchen Nick clapped his hands hear the side of his head and said "Ole!" He thought I belonged in the Hispanic culture. I think I looked pretty awesome. I kinda miss Kaylee. She never wants to come hang out with me. Lame. Great news is, I'm still fun and cool! Kaylee says Dewy and I are old news. Once again, lame. After the temple my family met up with the Brawleys. The Brawleys used to live by my parents in Harrisville and they have twin boys who were my age and my best friends growing up. When we were in about 5th grade they moved away. His dad was a head honcho at Dillards and he was in charge of the new store in West Jordan. We stayed in touch, and since then they have moved to Arizona. I haven't seen the boys for almost two years since flying out Arizona to be there for one of their farewell talks before they left on their missions. Anyway, we did lunch and watched their sister play some softball. Had a jolly time, and came home. Good day. I had to put this picture on here. Kaylee looks like a pregnant, slightly handicapped, Pippy Longstalking. Classy.

Home Sweet Home

I have taken forever making this post. Get over it. I will now take you on a virtual tour (kind of) of our home. Here is the living room, I really REALLY want some plants, but alas will have to wait until I have money to buy plants. I never knew how much I liked brown until I discovered that I used it in every single room I decorated minus the kitchen. Speaking of the kitchen.... I really like my kitchen. I spend a lot of time here as I have discovered a newfound hobby. I FREAKING LOVE TO COOK. Who knew?? I think the first real meal I ever made was lasagna and it was the week after we got home from Maui. Ha. What a sad tale. I was in the process of making spaghetti when I decided to take pictures. I really was. This is not staged. A good little housewife would be cleaning said kitchen right now. Great news. I'm blogging .

And now for my most favorite room in the entire house, and no it's not my bedroom. Let me explain my complete adoration first. Back in April when Dewy and I registered we were kinda in a rush to get done before Bed Bath & Beyond closed for the night. Towards the end of the store we just started randomly scanning things we knew we needed. Shower curtain, towells, etc and I figured I would get online and fix what I didn't want and that way have more time to really ponder and pray about which shower curtain I desired. So I did. Later that night I got home and
logged into the website and searched for the perfect shower curtain. Bingo! Found one, registered for it, didn't give it another thought. Bored yet? My very first shower was with Dewy's family, and tada! I got my shower curtain. Aunt Shelby explained that she pulled up my registry online before she went to the store and decided she would get my shower curtain. Got to the store and discovered that shower curtain isn't carried by Utah stores (I had no idea) so she called up her husband, Brandon, who we refer to as Ralph don't ask me why, and made him run to the store in Denver to get my shower curtain. I am the only girl in Utah with this curtain. Ha.

Hope you enjoyed your tour. Now maybe some of you will get off my back about seeing the house! LOVE.

Dances With Wolves=

WORST MOVIE EVER

Sightseeing in the Parking Lot

Welp. I definitely went to lunch today and as I left my place of employment (which I am no longer upset with) I was walking to my car when my eyes were assaulted by the most comical image they had beheld all day: a not-so-slim male individual sitting in his (not kidding) purple volkswagon bug, eating a cupcake. Priceless. I was unable to supress the grin that formed on my lips.

Sleep Deprivation and a To-Do List

I can't sleep. Effects of said problem: I'm cranky.

I have a plethora of complaints about events which I shall not disclose out of sheer fear of getting in trouble.

Yesterday I did not succeed in keeping snappy comments to myself. Cripes. Sorry Dewy, I love you. Also, I have begun the endeavor of writing thank you cards. Boo. It may take a while. Please bear with me. There is a possibility that I will be husbandless this weekend. Hopefully I can finish them all then. Throw in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 or maybe a Mary Kate and Ashley blockbuster, grab me some double stuffed El Fudge cookies, and write until I'm finished. Wish me luck. Also, gotta get in to the education program at Weber State. Is there a soul out there who knows how on earth I go about that? Help.

My Poor Body

I realize the importance of the functioning human body. I do not understand the purpose of the bladder infection. Could someone please explain to me why the male species never experience whacked out misfuntioning organs? Boo.

Also, apparently being married morphs certain characteristics. I am now exceptionally clumsy. Never before have I felt rather unstable. Except for the occasional trip or stair falling experience, my clumsy moments have been minimal. Not anymore mind you. No sir. The other night Dewy was already in bed and I was finishing up my bedtime routine. As I threw away a Kleenex used to wipe my mascara off, I attempted to both stand up and turn to exit the bathroom at the same time. This goal soon came to a sudden halt as my jaw met the door jam, which resulted in me writhing in pain laying in the hallway and Dewy laughing uncontrollably from the bed. I now have a bruise on my chin. Super. Tried to take a picture but was too disgusted to post it. Sorry.

Yesterday while attempting to ready myself as best as possible for church in hopes that I would look presentable when the bishop read in our records (which was all in vain because we have yet to be an official part of the ward we attend) I dropped my hairdryer on my toe. Twice. I now have a bump and a cut on my second toe on my right foot.

I have three bruises on my legs that I'm not sure how they managed to get there, and one on my hip from running into a drawer handle in our bathroom in Maui. I need help.

Let Freedom Ring

Every year on the 4th of July, my side of the family starts off the day with the Cherry Days Parade. After the parade we spend the entire day at my parents house swimming and BBQing it up. The men go golf, the women lounge around and watch the kids, and the evening ends watching both the Weber High fireworks and Farr West fireworks from our yard as the little kids run rampant with sparklers and fire crackers. The only thing that was different this year was that I had to actually bring food. LAME. The Macrums (family friends) joined us this year as well in our festivities. Mike brought illegal
fireworks (which couldn't have been more awesome) and Nick singed his thumb when the fuse bent as he was lighting one and the spark spat at his hand. Good one. At one point during the day, we noticed my brother Austin and his friend Mason Macrum were no where to be found. The men were out golfing, so us ladies split up and searched around the vicinity.



On the side yard we discovered a very large box. Voices radiated from within. We got all the other ladies' attention as mom and I tried to listen to what the voices were saying. It sounded like they were playing a game. When we flipped open the lid to the box we discovered Austin and Mason sitting in the box, sipping soda, and playing Chutes and Ladders. Mason's response to our lifting the box lid was "Ah crap."



Awesome. We had a great time hanging with the Allen and Macrum clan. Dewy's parents were in Provo visiting BranDee so we didn't get to see them over this holiday. Our first holiday together. Tender.