compliments of gentrie.

Gentrie,
i would like to take a second to shout out and tell you i how cool you are and how much i wish i could be you.. i like how you curl your eye lashes and paint your toes.

love amber (who is really gentrie)

i'm thankful for you.

This weekend was outrageous. I loved every second of it.

My family went to Disneyland, so we spent the weekend with Dewy's family. It was a blast. Aunt Tina and Uncle Brent came up from Texas, and because they were here we decided to have Thanksgiving and Christmas all in one day. It was a week long celebration. Monday we went to my in laws to welcome the travelers, and we went back on Wednesday to hang out. Wednesday night Uncle Brandon and Aunt Shelby and their kids were there to party with us. Two awesome events from that evening: Meet Coy.

1- Coy (Brandon and Shelby's two year old that I ADORE) asked if he could have a sip of my drink. As I let him taste my Diet DP he pulled a sour face and said "That apple juice is SPICY!" So cute.
2- Coy went around the room asking everyone what they were thankful for. As he got to Dewy, Dewy said, "I'm thankful for Gabe, Wyatt, and Noah. (Those are Coy's brothers) And thats all." To which Coy responded, "I'm thankful for you." Way to go Dewy.



Thursday Dewy and I slept in and made it to Aunt Tammy and Uncle Kelly's in Provo at 12pm. We went around the room naming off real things we were thankful for, and I learned a lot about the people I was surrounded by. I grew to love them even more. After we ate, we had a turkey shoot.

I was frickin L E G I T. Tina took first, but I took second after they harassed me about not knowing what I was doing. Lame. At about 4PM we busted out Christmas.
We played musical chairs, acted out stories, and then sat and relaxed for a while before heading to our sleeping arrangements. Mine and Dewy's were at the Comfort Inn and Suites--compliments of Uncle Brandon. Thank you sir
.
Here are the rounds of musical chairs. The adults were the funniest.

We had some coloring contests as well. Observe the artists.

This is Brooke, Dewy's cousin. She is adorable, and her girls are darling. Scout and Boston. Could you come up with anything cuter to name them? Of course not. And baby girl number three is on the way.

Grandpa Tuckett gave us booties and I am a huge fan. Here is Tate acting as the bootie model. Nice.

Friday morning I did indeed dare to go out into Black Friday. I have NEVER done the early shopping thing before, and I'm slightly upset about all my wasted years. We began at 4 where we went to Target. As we pulled into the parking lot, and my lovely green eyes beheld the atrocious line that wrapped around the parking lot and behind the building, I felt slightly afraid for my life. I was sitting in the car when they opened the door, and I feared for everyone else's life when I saw them all stampeding inside. Holy crap. I got a whole bunch of fantastic films for dirt cheap. Hoo Rah. After target we hit University Mall. Um super cheap hoodies from Aero and AE? Don't mind if I do! I may or may not have gotten slightly out of control waiting for American Eagle to open. The employee's kept lying to us! Gentrie and Tiesha kicked the doors, and I merely shook them a bit while getting glared at from a not-so-impressed cashier inside. Lame. Anyway... I snatched a bunch of goodies, and got pretty much all of Christmas taken care of. When I informed Dewy that he got me a hoodie and I loved it he told me "I know I'm the man."

We took pictures to keep ourselves from knocking the door down and tearing apart their Christmas tree. Here is Gentrie and Tawni and I in our sweats. Gentrie, don't be mad.

Cute.

The weekend was an absolute blast.

heres the thing.

Ok so my friend makes and sells headbands and they pretty much rock.

She seriously makes them. She can dye the fabric and everything.

You should probably buy one

...or two

...or three.

If you want to tell me what you want I can get them for you.

I wear mine like every day.

Seriously.

Check them out HERE.

job.

I like mine.However, I'm expecting to graduate in about 2 weeks (squeal) and I would really like to have a job where I could use my degree. I have a

Bachelor of Science Degree in English

The original plan was to teach, but in order to do so I need to be working toward my certificate, and I am more concerned right now about getting my darling husband graduated before I start in on another degree...

Anyway... I'm really wanting a job that will put my degree to use, or even a full time job that requires some of my mad skills. Any ideas????
No Rush.

what the...

According to FB, today is
NATIONAL HUG A MORMON DAY

Who made that a holiday? Seriously.

poem.

I just wrote a funny one.
Its for Dewy's family Thanksgiving/Christmas party.
I can't post it yet or it will blow the surprise
{cause we all know that EVERYONE reads my blog--including his fam}
Prepare yourself for the humor.

happy halloween.

Yes its late.

Try and get over it.

I worked on Halloween, and our office dressed up.

We were

{busy bees}

and as you can see, our boss was the

{queen bee}

She wouldn't give me her crown.

Boo.

P.S. Thanks Emily for letting me have this picture.

how to succeed in business.

Last night Dewy and I went to go see Weber High's play "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying". Kaylee is in it, or I never in a million years would have been able to drag Dewy along. I was a bit apprehensive (I had heard it was a little dirty) but it was actually really good. Well, the acting was at least. There was a song about groundhogs and I thought Dewy was going to fall out of his chair he was laughing so hard. I just love Miss LaRue. If I were to act, I'd be her.

We sat on the fourth row. Dewy sat next to Nick. I sat next to stinky Mcstinkerson. She cackled at the not-funny parts and every time she opened her mouth I was assaulted with a wave of wreched breath. She sang to the songs, she did the dances. There was a part where the acters were dancing and clapping, and yep you guessed it, she clapped right along with 'em. Even after 2 packs of M&Ms her breath still reaked. Ugh. How do I get so lucky. Dad was getting sandwiched by a little old lady who wouldn't share the arm rest and insisted on holding her cane right over his legs. Guess I wasn't the only lucky one.

The play was great and Kaylee was awesome. The audience needed some work.

socks.

Please observe my husband's dirty socks on top of the fridge. Weird.

Dewy says it wasn't him. I say it wasn't me. We don't even have kids yet, and already Mr. Invisible is coming out to play. Ha.

obviously.

Wow.

Really?

I put this and THIS in the same catagory. Fools.

really mom? really?

My young spring chicken of a mother decided she wanted to go back to school.
Go mom.
This for me means one more person's paper to edit/write completely.
Boo.
Mom is so great. She loves to brag about her English major daughter, and even got the group she is in to have me write their paper.
Isn't she awesome? Sure do love her.
As I am slaving away writing said paper, this is what mom and Kaylee are doing with my phone.
Cute. Real cute.





See if I ever write something for you again you lazy bums. Gosh.

rebel.

I am so rebellious. Better watch me close. Dun Dun Dun...

The computer lab guy was not impressed.

facebook.

Facebook friendship is the strongest form of friendship. Period.

Without FB I would never know when birthdays are--knowing when birthdays are is crucial--and I wouldn't be able to say to said birthday person "hey happy birthday" because said FB friend is probably NOT my friend in the non facebook world, and as such wishing them happy birthday would be weird.

Last week while sitting in a presidency meeting for Young Women's, I discovered that everyone in the presidency was friends on FB

{EXCEPT ME}

Now you could imagine my dismay when they were all aware of this fact, and NO ONE had bothered to be MY FB friend.

Rude. So rude.

I commented on said rudeness and when I on FB next I had three new friend requests...

go figure.

621 friends = FB popular. I have 622 friends on FB. Does anyone else get friend requests from creepy Indian men like every other day?

If we aren't FB friends, we probably should be. go find me.

P.S. I just glanced around the computer lab.

Approximately 13 out of the 17 in here are on FB.

excuse me?

Lady just asked me when my baby was due? Cripes.

I said Excuse Me??

She said Aren't you expecting??

I said NO and you probably shouldn't ask that question ever again.

Is there a book that teaches people to be

{T A C K Y }

Or is it merely loss of brain cells or a broken filter? Can you fix that?

I wanted to shout at her "SO I GAINED SOME WEIGHT ON THIS BIRTH CONTROL! SO I'M ABOUT TO MEET AUNT FLO! WHAT BUSINESS OF IT IS YOURS!!!?"

I hate tacky people. I wanted to punch her. Right in the baby maker. What a hag.

traffic skool.

Seriously? There are almost no words. Oh wait...Since when do I have no words???

This morning I work up at seven (excuse me???) to go to traffic school before work. Boo. They told me to be there fifteen minutes before it started so I could check in. I got there 3 minutes before it started. Whatev. I sat down in a room with 9 other individuals most of which looked slightly less than classy. As we waited for the Detective and his handlebar mustache (yep) the kid with the mohawk says

So... What you guys in for?

Excuse me?? I am not a criminal. I am NOT a criminal. I AM NOT A CRIMINAL. I sped. I got caught. I think the amount of the ticket was punishment enough so hows about you give me the test and I'll take it and if I don't pass I'll sit through your class. If I do I go free... think about it.

Anyway so Detective Mustache enters firing off one liners thinking he's funny. I don't care if you are Brian Regan, Dane Cook, or Frank Calliendo--its early Saturday morning and I'm in traffic school. Ya ain't funny. Cue PowerPoint presentation. To my own credit, I sat there paying pretty good attention, until the fruit fly showed up. I named him Tim. He flew back and forth in front of the projector screen making it impossible for me to focus, as my eyes trailed his every move. Then, without warning, he plummeted straight for my face. Yep...a kamikaze fruit fly. I blew feverishly to avoid an eye penetration. I'm sure I looked equally as classy in that moment as everyone in the class did. Stupid fly.

Great news. Aced the quiz. I got a certificate of graduation and it even has my name on it. Think I'll frame it...

just to clarify.

leather seats are for if and when we have babies.

If I have to have babies in my car

I WILL

be able to wipe the seat clean.

Call me ridiculous.

I don't care what you think.

Leather = crucial.

calling all drivers.

Um... we need a new car. Well, new to us at least. Only requirements so far:

Leather seats

Less than 100K miles

Any ideas?