1. What is your occupation right now? Teller, Wedding planner, paper-writer, student
2. What Color are your socks right now? green, blue, and white striped
3. What are you listening to right now? My space heater
4. What was the last thing that you ate? Soup and breadsticks
5. Can you drive a stick shift? Can I drive one?? Yes. Can I drive one well enough to leave a church parking lot?? NO.
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Dewy
7. Do you like the person who asked you to do this? Of course... Sheri girl :D Such a champ.
8. How old are you today? 20... 21 in 23 days! Let the countdown begin.
9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV? Basketball or Football.. its a tossup
10. What is your favorite drink? Diet Dr Pepper which has been absent from my life for approximately 3 weeks. Ugh.
11. Have you ever dyed your hair? Get real... My hair did manage to stay untainted until high school. Go me.
12. Favorite food? hmmm... Chinese and Japanese, desserts, orange mints, anything edible????
13. What is the last movie you watched? Gifted Hands---SUPERB SHOW! Watch it!
14. Favorite day of the year? I love the 4th of July and Christmas... lots of parties and lots of food... oh and Thanksgiving. Lots of football.
15. How do you vent anger? I either stop speaking entirely, call mom and allow my fury to flow freely, text or call Danielle and Alex, or whine to Dewy until he gets annoyed. Sometimes all of the above..
16. What was your favorite toy as a child? I had this stuffed bunny my Auntie Cindy gave me when I was born. I would walk around sucking my thumb and holding the bunny while sticking its ear up my nose. Weirdo.
17. What is your favorite season? Summer. And it's not coming fast enough. I like fall clothes though. At this point... ANYTHING BUT WINTER
18. Cherries or Blueberries? Cherries! Off grandma's tree!
19.Do you want your friends to do this questioner? Duh. Dumb question.
20.Who is the most likely to do this? Camie
21.Who is least likely to do this? Jordan
22.Living arrangements? Me in the parents house for now.
23.When was the last time you cried? Yesterday was a sob fest. So lame.
24. What is on the floor of your closet? About 74 pairs of shoes. No lie.
25.Who is your friend you have had the longest. Mommie and Kaylee.
26. What did you do last night? Went to dinner with Dewy at Tepanyaki! Yumalicious.
27. What are you most afraid of? Clowns, snakes, failure, and spiders. Oh and Death. Not me dying but my family or Alex or Danielle or Dewy. I just got a sick feeling in my stomach. Told ya. Ew.
28..Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? Cheese!! Spectacular.
29.Favorite dog breed? Don't have one. I'm a deprived child who only had fish and turtles for pets. My fishes always died and my turtle ran away. Twice.
30. Favorite day of the week? Sunday. Nothing is better than a Sunday nap.
31. How many states have you lived in? 1
32 .Diamonds or pearls? Both. Accompanied by chocolate, flowers, clothes, shoes, or money. Or all of the above.
33. I tag: Camie, Jordan, Emily, Angela, Maddee, Cathy, Kara, Malissa, Ally, and Erica.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
I'm getting married... whoa.
Friday night Dewy and I went on a date. I love our dates. We doubled with our already married friends Tyler and Janielle White. Dinner was Tepanyaki. I could stop right there and my weekend would have been complete, but alas when have I ever been short winded? Allow me to continue.
As conversation at dinner progressed with the White's, Dewy and I began to ask questions about married life. Janielle took control of most the conversation, however the highlight of my night was when Dewy asked them what the biggest surprise was about marriage. Without hesitation Tyler piped in. "Janielle's farts stink." Classy. After dinner we went back to their appartment and watched their wedding video and looked at pictures from their honeymoon. I'm on the prowl for great ideas. Ty and Jan actually went to the same place we are going for a honeymoon and even stayed in the exact same resort! The pictures were phenominal and it left me feeling so sad that I still had 15 weeks to go. Thats like a whole semester of school. Sick.
As we drove home that night Dewy and I sifted through his iPOD for sappy love songs we could use on the video and at the reception. We sat in his car in his driveway listening to songs forever and it was in that moment that I realized I was really getting married. My perma-grin extended to my ears and I can't remember ever being more happy than sitting in Dewy's 1994 Corolla, listening to him sing lines from Dave Barnes off key. I'm going to be a wife. What if I suck at wifey-ness??
As conversation at dinner progressed with the White's, Dewy and I began to ask questions about married life. Janielle took control of most the conversation, however the highlight of my night was when Dewy asked them what the biggest surprise was about marriage. Without hesitation Tyler piped in. "Janielle's farts stink." Classy. After dinner we went back to their appartment and watched their wedding video and looked at pictures from their honeymoon. I'm on the prowl for great ideas. Ty and Jan actually went to the same place we are going for a honeymoon and even stayed in the exact same resort! The pictures were phenominal and it left me feeling so sad that I still had 15 weeks to go. Thats like a whole semester of school. Sick.
As we drove home that night Dewy and I sifted through his iPOD for sappy love songs we could use on the video and at the reception. We sat in his car in his driveway listening to songs forever and it was in that moment that I realized I was really getting married. My perma-grin extended to my ears and I can't remember ever being more happy than sitting in Dewy's 1994 Corolla, listening to him sing lines from Dave Barnes off key. I'm going to be a wife. What if I suck at wifey-ness??
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I may or may not be asking for help...
Welp. Mom comes home tomorrow. Finally. I am proud to say that I did laundry AND cleaned today... This wife thing is going to be a cinch. Ha. I'm also proud to say I have been to the gym three days in a row. Talk about impressive.
Tonight I got to play with my future hubby, and we spent most of the night running around Hooper. We stopped first across the street from his house to visit his neighbor, and my old tumbling coach. Second was a visit to Ralph (whose real name is Brandon but everyone calls him Ralph because Dewy's family is slightly odd that way) and Shelby's. We played with their four boys and I got to read stories to the littlest rugrat Coy. Such a cutie. The kid is 2 and knows his ABCs... who does that?? Genius.
I feel like I have a trillion and three ideas zooming around in my brain. Wedding plans, Winter girls camp plans, Summer girls camp plans (Callings... sheesh) and I have no idea where to even begin. I'm calling on all organized folk. HELP. I think I am getting girls camps taken care of ok but I have no idea what to even start with for this wedding. Dewy and I looked at Honeymoon places last night and that was fun. Of course that would be the ONLY thing he wants to help plan. Ha. It's slightly my fault however because his first helpful planning ideas were to have the luncheon at Chuck-a-rama (which makes me CHUNK-a-rama) and to have his groomsmen wear turquoise shirts and red ties... I'm sorry?? His next brilliant plan was to have the men wear GOLF POLOS! I guess my lack of enthusiasm and possibly the fact that I dismiss his ideas like last nights meatloaf could contribute to the fact that he doesn't want any say in anything anymore. My father is hereby banned from being anywhere near wedding plans, because all he does is put crazy notions into Dewy's head (golf polos) and it takes me a lot of prodding, time, and kissing to change his mind. 102 days left... 102 days.
Tonight I got to play with my future hubby, and we spent most of the night running around Hooper. We stopped first across the street from his house to visit his neighbor, and my old tumbling coach. Second was a visit to Ralph (whose real name is Brandon but everyone calls him Ralph because Dewy's family is slightly odd that way) and Shelby's. We played with their four boys and I got to read stories to the littlest rugrat Coy. Such a cutie. The kid is 2 and knows his ABCs... who does that?? Genius.
I feel like I have a trillion and three ideas zooming around in my brain. Wedding plans, Winter girls camp plans, Summer girls camp plans (Callings... sheesh) and I have no idea where to even begin. I'm calling on all organized folk. HELP. I think I am getting girls camps taken care of ok but I have no idea what to even start with for this wedding. Dewy and I looked at Honeymoon places last night and that was fun. Of course that would be the ONLY thing he wants to help plan. Ha. It's slightly my fault however because his first helpful planning ideas were to have the luncheon at Chuck-a-rama (which makes me CHUNK-a-rama) and to have his groomsmen wear turquoise shirts and red ties... I'm sorry?? His next brilliant plan was to have the men wear GOLF POLOS! I guess my lack of enthusiasm and possibly the fact that I dismiss his ideas like last nights meatloaf could contribute to the fact that he doesn't want any say in anything anymore. My father is hereby banned from being anywhere near wedding plans, because all he does is put crazy notions into Dewy's head (golf polos) and it takes me a lot of prodding, time, and kissing to change his mind. 102 days left... 102 days.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Candid Moment
I just had to post the picture... I like it. Gentrie (Dewy's sister) took this picture while Dewy and I were fighting over who got to play Solitare next... as you can see I was winning. Like always.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Let the Planning Begin
Sometimes I find I make a fool of myself when trying to mock certain individuals and their "injuries." I often find out, after I have been running my mouth, that the people around me were laughing at me rather than my joke. Let me shed some light on my Saturday night.
I worked all day Saturday with plans to leave slightly early to be up at Weber State. Dewy text me about noon claiming he had just returned from the hospital where he had to get 8 stitches in his hand. He was going to eat some canned peaches, and in his attempt to open the can he managed to slice his palm open. Classy. Needless to say I may or may not have let some slightly mocking comments escape my lips. When I met up with him at Weber State sure enough his hand was wrapped in baby blue wrap. 
I was instructed NOT to take a picture because he knew it would go on the blog and he didn't want anyone making fun of him. I snuck one anyway. Little did I know he only said that so I would indeed snap a shot. He knows me so well. The plan was to head back to my house after the competition, but we needed to make a pit stop at his house first so he could "change the wrap" on his wound. We got to his house and he sprinted inside claiming nature was calling. I came in a few seconds later and Brandee (Dewy's sister) struck up a conversation about pictures for a few seconds before Dewy came and got me to change his wound. I cannot believe I didn't see it coming. We walked into his room where there was a whole little station set up on his night stand with gauze and wrap and scissors and pain meds... everything you would need if you got stitches. I sat down and ever so gently so as not to hurt the poor chap began to unwrap. It took forever. Anyway... after the wrap was off and all that was left was the gauze, I began to get the tools I would need to re-wrap it, completely leaving his palm covered by the piece of gauze. I reached back over to his hand and slowly, so as not to rip out any stitch that may be stuck to the gauze, peeled it off. There was no wound, there were no stitches, there was however the most gorgeous diamond I have ever seen laying in his hand sparkling off the light. 
My mouth dropped open, it's caught on tape and I look like a fool, and I stopped breathing for 3.47 minutes. I didn't cry, I didn't scream, I just sat silently shocked bathed with euphoria that it was finally happening. Dewy dropped to his knee and said the most wonderful things which I will never post on a blog and ended by asking me to marry him. I sputtered out a yes just before grabbing his face and kissing him a good one. Then all of a sudden he says, "Jay, you can come out now." CJ was in the closet the entire time filming. I loved it. This picture is a reinactment... obviously.
The very best part was when he told me about how he had asked my parents. The whole week he had led me to believe that he was trying to build the courage to go talk to my dad who on occasion is slightly intimidating. Little did I know that he had talked to my parents on Valentines. Once again... I was played like a fiddle saying things like I wouldn't marry him if he didn't so he better man up. Oops. Anyway... when Dewy came over on Valentine's to ask my parents for their permission and their blessing, he brought with him ten toy cows and claimed it was his dowry. What a creative little gentleman. My parents thought it was quite comical and apparently it broke the ice rather well. Needless to say we spent the rest of our weekend making phone calls, shooting text messages, visiting extended family, and enjoying the company of loving family and close friends. I still can't believe it's really happening. I have been in a daze the last 48 hours. 
Dewy and I are set to wed June 17, 2009 in the Bountiful Temple at 9:00 am. He is the man of my dreams, who asked the question of my dreams, taking me to the place of my dreams. June is not coming fast enough. I love you Dewy.
I worked all day Saturday with plans to leave slightly early to be up at Weber State. Dewy text me about noon claiming he had just returned from the hospital where he had to get 8 stitches in his hand. He was going to eat some canned peaches, and in his attempt to open the can he managed to slice his palm open. Classy. Needless to say I may or may not have let some slightly mocking comments escape my lips. When I met up with him at Weber State sure enough his hand was wrapped in baby blue wrap. 
I was instructed NOT to take a picture because he knew it would go on the blog and he didn't want anyone making fun of him. I snuck one anyway. Little did I know he only said that so I would indeed snap a shot. He knows me so well. The plan was to head back to my house after the competition, but we needed to make a pit stop at his house first so he could "change the wrap" on his wound. We got to his house and he sprinted inside claiming nature was calling. I came in a few seconds later and Brandee (Dewy's sister) struck up a conversation about pictures for a few seconds before Dewy came and got me to change his wound. I cannot believe I didn't see it coming. We walked into his room where there was a whole little station set up on his night stand with gauze and wrap and scissors and pain meds... everything you would need if you got stitches. I sat down and ever so gently so as not to hurt the poor chap began to unwrap. It took forever. Anyway... after the wrap was off and all that was left was the gauze, I began to get the tools I would need to re-wrap it, completely leaving his palm covered by the piece of gauze. I reached back over to his hand and slowly, so as not to rip out any stitch that may be stuck to the gauze, peeled it off. There was no wound, there were no stitches, there was however the most gorgeous diamond I have ever seen laying in his hand sparkling off the light. 
My mouth dropped open, it's caught on tape and I look like a fool, and I stopped breathing for 3.47 minutes. I didn't cry, I didn't scream, I just sat silently shocked bathed with euphoria that it was finally happening. Dewy dropped to his knee and said the most wonderful things which I will never post on a blog and ended by asking me to marry him. I sputtered out a yes just before grabbing his face and kissing him a good one. Then all of a sudden he says, "Jay, you can come out now." CJ was in the closet the entire time filming. I loved it. This picture is a reinactment... obviously.
The very best part was when he told me about how he had asked my parents. The whole week he had led me to believe that he was trying to build the courage to go talk to my dad who on occasion is slightly intimidating. Little did I know that he had talked to my parents on Valentines. Once again... I was played like a fiddle saying things like I wouldn't marry him if he didn't so he better man up. Oops. Anyway... when Dewy came over on Valentine's to ask my parents for their permission and their blessing, he brought with him ten toy cows and claimed it was his dowry. What a creative little gentleman. My parents thought it was quite comical and apparently it broke the ice rather well. Needless to say we spent the rest of our weekend making phone calls, shooting text messages, visiting extended family, and enjoying the company of loving family and close friends. I still can't believe it's really happening. I have been in a daze the last 48 hours. 
Dewy and I are set to wed June 17, 2009 in the Bountiful Temple at 9:00 am. He is the man of my dreams, who asked the question of my dreams, taking me to the place of my dreams. June is not coming fast enough. I love you Dewy.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Let's not get too ahead of ourselves here...
Welp. I scheduled the Temple. AH!
After I had contacted the temple and set the date in stone, I got a little planning happy. Now remember, I haven't even been proposed to yet. He could still back out at anytime, in which case I would be forced to cause some bodily harm to his being. Anyway... I had a very productive day planning things I could think to plan and buying magazines to help me along. While purchasing said magazines at the store, I was asked if I was getting married. Nope. I look at bridal magazines for kicks. Hey, its possible I guess. Anyway a conversation developed and the checker in the line next to me said she was getting married. I asked when and she told me June 17th. I said me too. I asked her where. She said Bountiful. I said me too. She had just gotten off the phone with the temple and was scheduled to be the wedding after mine. What are the odds?
Anyway.. I got as far as deciding on my colors and starting a guest list before I realized how bogus the whole thing was. I'm not planning anything until that ring is on my finger. So there. We will see how long this lasts.
After I had contacted the temple and set the date in stone, I got a little planning happy. Now remember, I haven't even been proposed to yet. He could still back out at anytime, in which case I would be forced to cause some bodily harm to his being. Anyway... I had a very productive day planning things I could think to plan and buying magazines to help me along. While purchasing said magazines at the store, I was asked if I was getting married. Nope. I look at bridal magazines for kicks. Hey, its possible I guess. Anyway a conversation developed and the checker in the line next to me said she was getting married. I asked when and she told me June 17th. I said me too. I asked her where. She said Bountiful. I said me too. She had just gotten off the phone with the temple and was scheduled to be the wedding after mine. What are the odds?
Anyway.. I got as far as deciding on my colors and starting a guest list before I realized how bogus the whole thing was. I'm not planning anything until that ring is on my finger. So there. We will see how long this lasts.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Ring shopping anyone??
Don't mind if I do! 
Today Dewy and I went to look at some diamonds. We had so much fun!! We shopped at a couple different places and I picked a couple out so we will see what happens. We stopped at quite a few places but they were closed which was a bummer, but nonetheless I found some frickin sweet ones that I would be utterly overjoyed to receive. I'm not sure how I managed to snag this guy of mine, but boy do I love him! The only question is, can he tolerate me for eternity?? Yipes. Give him a powerbar first--possibly a Gatoraid too-- and I think he will be ok.
Today Dewy and I went to look at some diamonds. We had so much fun!! We shopped at a couple different places and I picked a couple out so we will see what happens. We stopped at quite a few places but they were closed which was a bummer, but nonetheless I found some frickin sweet ones that I would be utterly overjoyed to receive. I'm not sure how I managed to snag this guy of mine, but boy do I love him! The only question is, can he tolerate me for eternity?? Yipes. Give him a powerbar first--possibly a Gatoraid too-- and I think he will be ok.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
My Love, My Valentine
Being the lucky gal that I am, I spent 11 hours of my Valentine holiday sitting in an uncomfortable chair at work. Contrary to what you may think however, my day was very enjoyable. 
We had just opened our doors at the office, and Breanne and I had made our way back from the bakery where we purchased a .60 bagel for breakfast. I just no sooner sat my rear in said uncomfortable chair, when Jeff (a grocery store employee and friend of mine) poked his head in and inquired about my last name. Malissa replied Allen and Jeff disappeared. 47.3 seconds later, accompanied by a few other staff members at Lee's, Jeff reappeared carrying the most beautiful arrangement of roses I had ever seen. 12 deep red and long stemmed. Stunning. Here is the best part. My name was on them. 
I called Dewy and babbled like a fool about them and how lovely they were. He told me Happy Valentine's and that he loved me and hung up to get ready to go to the temple. We all received flowers today and it was so much fun to watch each arrangement come in and take about a trillion and two pictures. We munched on sugar cookies and gabbed all day at work. 
Today was the first time I got to spend the holiday of love with the man that I love. Dewy took me to dinner at Boccia's and, as always, we had a great time. The waiter hit on me. Weird. After dinner we came back to my house and hung out with my family. Happy Valentine's Day Dewy! Thank you for the gorgeous roses and the lovely dinner! 
We had just opened our doors at the office, and Breanne and I had made our way back from the bakery where we purchased a .60 bagel for breakfast. I just no sooner sat my rear in said uncomfortable chair, when Jeff (a grocery store employee and friend of mine) poked his head in and inquired about my last name. Malissa replied Allen and Jeff disappeared. 47.3 seconds later, accompanied by a few other staff members at Lee's, Jeff reappeared carrying the most beautiful arrangement of roses I had ever seen. 12 deep red and long stemmed. Stunning. Here is the best part. My name was on them. 
I called Dewy and babbled like a fool about them and how lovely they were. He told me Happy Valentine's and that he loved me and hung up to get ready to go to the temple. We all received flowers today and it was so much fun to watch each arrangement come in and take about a trillion and two pictures. We munched on sugar cookies and gabbed all day at work. 
Today was the first time I got to spend the holiday of love with the man that I love. Dewy took me to dinner at Boccia's and, as always, we had a great time. The waiter hit on me. Weird. After dinner we came back to my house and hung out with my family. Happy Valentine's Day Dewy! Thank you for the gorgeous roses and the lovely dinner! 
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Pamper Me
Last night Danielle and I went to visit Alex at school. I had an appointment for a scalp treatment (though I wasn't exactly sure what that meant) and Danielle was coming along for the ride. We had to be at Taylor Andrew's Hair Design in Layton by six. We left at 5:53. Wouldn't expect anything less from us.
We got there and I had a 2 hour scalp treatment which felt fantastic. Way to go Alex. After that we all got pedicures, because they basically forced us to (I mean who wants a pedicure for cheap? Lets be real) and then Danielle and I had the weirdest experience of our lives. Nose waxing... who came up with the idea??
They stick a long skinny chop stick type thing with hot wax on the end up your nose and let it harden. The wax is green. How appropriate. Danielle and I squoze (is that even a word) into the same little chair, noses in the air, ready to be nose-hair free. The girl doing mine dropped hot wax all over my cheek before it made it to my nose. I got a nose wax AND half a face wax. Super. The best part though was when she tried to yank the stick out of my right nostril. She yanked and the dang thing didn't budge , but I sure had a nice whip lash. She about pulled my brains out. No nose hairs feels weird. Fresh and clean. But wierd.
We got there and I had a 2 hour scalp treatment which felt fantastic. Way to go Alex. After that we all got pedicures, because they basically forced us to (I mean who wants a pedicure for cheap? Lets be real) and then Danielle and I had the weirdest experience of our lives. Nose waxing... who came up with the idea??
They stick a long skinny chop stick type thing with hot wax on the end up your nose and let it harden. The wax is green. How appropriate. Danielle and I squoze (is that even a word) into the same little chair, noses in the air, ready to be nose-hair free. The girl doing mine dropped hot wax all over my cheek before it made it to my nose. I got a nose wax AND half a face wax. Super. The best part though was when she tried to yank the stick out of my right nostril. She yanked and the dang thing didn't budge , but I sure had a nice whip lash. She about pulled my brains out. No nose hairs feels weird. Fresh and clean. But wierd.
Happy Birthday Dad!
I have slacked a smidge and been slow at getting my post up about Dad's birthday. Ooops.
Monday February 9 my dad turned 45! He claims he is quiting at 75 but we will have none of that. We celebrated by going to dinner at a family favorite (both for employment and dinner) the Ogden Pizzeria. After dinner we went to Nick's indoor soccer game, which is exactly what dad wanted to spend his birthday dinner doing I'm sure. I fell asleep twice during the game. Awesome.
After the game we came home and busted out the traditional cake and ice cream. We opened presents, had some neighbors stop in, and played rounds of guitar hero. We had a jolly time. I love my dad. Our family would fall apart without him, and I'm glad had the chance to celebrate his birthday as a family. Love you dad!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Dear Jeans,
I just wanted to write to you and explain my frustration and exasperation with your existence. We used to be such excellent friends, both complimenting the other. We were literally joined at the hip, never leaving the house without each other. These last few weeks and months you have changed. You seem worn out. You can't loosen up, and your sudden changes have given me anxiety. We both enjoyed when we could keep a comfortable space between us, and that space seems to have disappeared. You have changed with out any warning or explanation. You suffocate me, and leave me feeling angry and slightly violent. Please consider loosening up. I miss the old you.
Sincerly,
Amber
Sincerly,
Amber
Date Night
Saturday was Dewy and my weekly date night. He picked me up after work and we went to eat at Rubio's Mexican Grill. I had fish tacos. I loathe fish. I liked these. Weird. Then we went to the mall to catch a flick. It was about 8:30. The movie didn't start until 9:40. Better hit the arcade..
We strolled right over to Mountain Fun (great name) the arcade next to Tinseltown. We were the only American citizens over 10 in there. I'm sure of it. Dewy and I went straight to the ticket counter to scope out the prize options. He asked what I wanted. I told him the cute fuzzy pig. It was 200 tickets. Game on. 
Dewy played the basketball game a few times and totally beat the high score. I'm so proud! I'm sure he may have shattered some kids dream when he did it, but it was in my honor and I couldn't have been happier. I played some skiball and totally dominated, then we played air hockey which I dominated once again. Poor chap. When we had used up all our tokens we counted our tickets only to be assaulted with euphoria. We had 208. That pig was mine and so was a packet of plastic rings. I looked like a dweeb walking around holding a pig. It's soft and I sleep with it. Get over it. 
We saw the show He's Just Not That Into You and Dewy may or may not have been the only guy there. He endured cuddling with me, watching a chick flick, and my yelp of satisfaction every time something sappy happened. What a champ.
We strolled right over to Mountain Fun (great name) the arcade next to Tinseltown. We were the only American citizens over 10 in there. I'm sure of it. Dewy and I went straight to the ticket counter to scope out the prize options. He asked what I wanted. I told him the cute fuzzy pig. It was 200 tickets. Game on. 
Dewy played the basketball game a few times and totally beat the high score. I'm so proud! I'm sure he may have shattered some kids dream when he did it, but it was in my honor and I couldn't have been happier. I played some skiball and totally dominated, then we played air hockey which I dominated once again. Poor chap. When we had used up all our tokens we counted our tickets only to be assaulted with euphoria. We had 208. That pig was mine and so was a packet of plastic rings. I looked like a dweeb walking around holding a pig. It's soft and I sleep with it. Get over it. 
We saw the show He's Just Not That Into You and Dewy may or may not have been the only guy there. He endured cuddling with me, watching a chick flick, and my yelp of satisfaction every time something sappy happened. What a champ.
WHHAAAAAEEEEEETTT!?
Please ignore my messy room. 
Sometimes we push Alex off the bed and its funny so we try and reinact it for pictures for the blog. The title of this post will only be understood by Alex and Danielle. You don't get it. It's ok don't feel bad.
Sometimes we push Alex off the bed and its funny so we try and reinact it for pictures for the blog. The title of this post will only be understood by Alex and Danielle. You don't get it. It's ok don't feel bad.
Sunday Entertainment
Yesterday I accompanied Danielle in her musical number at the singles ward. In was a homecoming. I wanted to shoot her in the ear. She did a FAN-frickin-TASTIC job though.
The speaker before us was an odd duck. One of those you-could-be-cute types until they open their mouths and they spout off words like celibacy and retard over the pulpit. He scratched his armpit about nine times. Possibly ten.
The homecoming, or rather the first talk after her mission, was for a sister who I used to play ball with. She is a riot. Alex, who was an awesome friend and came to hear Danielle and I and even showed up on time, leaned over to me to ask where she went on her mission. I said Ohio and she responded with "Kuwait??"
I'm sorry what? Who serves a mission in Kuwait? Which I probably didn't spell right but haven't gotten enough sleep to care.
The speaker before us was an odd duck. One of those you-could-be-cute types until they open their mouths and they spout off words like celibacy and retard over the pulpit. He scratched his armpit about nine times. Possibly ten.
The homecoming, or rather the first talk after her mission, was for a sister who I used to play ball with. She is a riot. Alex, who was an awesome friend and came to hear Danielle and I and even showed up on time, leaned over to me to ask where she went on her mission. I said Ohio and she responded with "Kuwait??"
I'm sorry what? Who serves a mission in Kuwait? Which I probably didn't spell right but haven't gotten enough sleep to care.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Beware of the Allen's driveway...
Last night was dramatic. Last night my mom backed into Dewys car. Last night Kaylee was to blame.
Kaylee is going to the science fair, which is today, and waited until last night to get everything ready. Of course you wait til the night before. Who doesn't? Mom was slightly annoyed (or livid) at having to go to Wal Mart late last night and as she pulled out of the driveway our monster Crystler minivan nailed Dewy's unsuspecting '92 Toyota Corolla. Oops. Both cars were harmed in the making of this accident.
Dent in Dewy's door and above the back passenger's side wheel accessorized with a plethora of scratches. Dent in the MV's (code at my house for minivan. It sounds cooler) bumper and scrapes along the back driver's side wheel. Mom cried and left for Wal Mart. Dewy laughed when she was gone. If Kaylee had done her project before hand, mom wouldn't have had to go to Wal Mart which would have kept that blasted MV in the garage and dents wouldn't have happened. I blame Kaylee. Ha.
Kaylee is going to the science fair, which is today, and waited until last night to get everything ready. Of course you wait til the night before. Who doesn't? Mom was slightly annoyed (or livid) at having to go to Wal Mart late last night and as she pulled out of the driveway our monster Crystler minivan nailed Dewy's unsuspecting '92 Toyota Corolla. Oops. Both cars were harmed in the making of this accident.
Dent in Dewy's door and above the back passenger's side wheel accessorized with a plethora of scratches. Dent in the MV's (code at my house for minivan. It sounds cooler) bumper and scrapes along the back driver's side wheel. Mom cried and left for Wal Mart. Dewy laughed when she was gone. If Kaylee had done her project before hand, mom wouldn't have had to go to Wal Mart which would have kept that blasted MV in the garage and dents wouldn't have happened. I blame Kaylee. Ha.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Homework hero
Dewy is here doing his homework. I would snap a shot of him reading but it would "break his concentration and all would be lost." Whatev. At least he is doing some of his own homework tonight. I already wrote his paper. Anyway. This picture is of him trying to learn a duet with Kaylee on the piano. Welcome to family night at the Allen home. He tried hard to learn. Poor chap. He is so great to suffer through Kaylee and Austin's shananagans. Love him!
Pictures I Promised
I haven't been feeling super blog motivated. Weird. However I refuse to apologize for taking so long, because I find that to be arrogant and unnecessary. 
Here are some of the pictures documenting proof that we did indeed take Alex out for her birthday. Please do not be offended by the almost kissing picture. We do love each other. Not that much. Goo.
Danielle looks like she wants to eat Alex's face. Alex looks disgusted. Maybe Danielle had bad breath.
We took about a trillion and four pictures and I wasn't about to wait the four days it would have taken to upload them all. And I'm not smart enough to make a slide show. Enjoy.
Here are some of the pictures documenting proof that we did indeed take Alex out for her birthday. Please do not be offended by the almost kissing picture. We do love each other. Not that much. Goo.
Danielle looks like she wants to eat Alex's face. Alex looks disgusted. Maybe Danielle had bad breath.
We took about a trillion and four pictures and I wasn't about to wait the four days it would have taken to upload them all. And I'm not smart enough to make a slide show. Enjoy.
