A few items of business...

I think I just had the fourth anxiety attack this morning. No lie.

In approximately 3 hours I am set for a physical and I'm feeling slight fear. Pray for me. I may not come out alive. Also, I'm in need of some backdrops. I am searching for something to use at the reception that is classy, can be used outside, and will cover up an 8 foot shed. Keep your eyes peeled. Please and thank you. Oh and I woke up with a massive pimple on my cheek. Cute.

Birthday Recap

I already wished myself a happy birthday, however I have yet to document the days events. Indulge me.I went to school. What a lame way to spend a birthday. When I got home my family was watching Sandlot. I joined them, seeing as it is one of my favorites and should be classified as a Great American Film, and shortly after finishing it, went tanning. Who doesn't go tan on their birthday? It was free. Why not. Dewy came over at about 6 pm and we all went to dinner at Iggys. I wasn't too impressed. The food was ok, not stupendous, but the birthday Sunday was nothing short of miraculous. Not kidding. When we got home we opened presents (obviously the coolest part of the entire day) and had cake. I received the Jason Mraz Cd, David Cook CD, a set of pots and pans, luggage, the movie Twilight (which I made Dewy watch with my that night and guess what... he liked it so don't let him fool you), and some freaking hilarious cards. I'm sorry, but there is nothing better than a great card. My family and I have a new obsession with the Hoops and YoYo brand cards. Go find them at Wal Mart. You will laugh your head off. Be prepared.

I notice these days that I build up my birthday in my head and then when it gets here it feels like another day. Truely though the day was fun. I love being queen for the whole day, and who doesn't like free money in the mail? I love getting paid for something I really have no control over, nor did I exhort any effort to accomplish... like getting older for example. Heaven bless all the relatives of mine who must have known I am a poor college student, soon to be poor college newlywed, who needs to increase her cash flow. I love you all. Thank you!

Happy Birthday To Me

It is officially my 21st Birthday!! I accept large amounts of cash and expensive gifts. Thanks bunches.

Winter Girls Camp

No phrase gets me more excited than these two simple words: Girls Camp.

This weekend I had the chance to magnify (or just fulfill... whatever) my calling as Ward Camp Director. We took the Young Women up to the Bishop's cabin for an overnighter packed with fun. We made the drive up on Friday evening to the cabin which is just passed Park City. When we got to the mountain we had to park our cars and snow mobile up the rest of the way. I had downed a Diet Dr. Pepper on our way there and lets just say my bladder was screaming at me. I ran to this HUGE house that was near the place we parked our cars and banged on the door. This poor unsuspecting lady answered and gawked at me as I, to the surprise of the girls, sought out her restroom. So classy.

We shuttled up, ate dinner (which was freaking fantastic) and got in our swim suits. There is a natural hot spring a little bit away from the cabin and that was to be the nights activity. When we got there I noticed a couple cars nearby and it occurred to me that it was 10 pm on a Friday night. DATE NIGHT. Needless to say, we crashed some unsuspecting couples' party. We hung out for about a half hour in the steaming hot water (seriously if you put your face near the water you got an awesome facial...look at the picture... talk about steamy) until a parade of about 12 cars showed up and dumped off a ton of half wasted half nakes people. Even classier.
We left and went back to throw a birthday party for one of the girls in our ward who spent her 16th birthday playing Catchphrase and Nurts with people in her ward. What a champ. Saturday we snowmobiled and watched Enchanted, cleaned, packed up and headed for home. It was a nice little getaway.

Tag, I'm it!

I was tagged by Cathy Wall. here are the rules
1. Go to your picture file
2. Go to your 6th picture folder
3. Go to your 6th picture
4. Blog about it
5. Tag 6 people
Oh what a night. This is a picture of Danielle, Alex, and I (obviously) when we went bowling. We were at the Family Fun Center in Roy and basically were finding ways to entertain ourselves becaue the people there were... well.. not so entertaining. Danielle insisted that I hold that stupid bowling ball while she posed as a bowling pin. Awesome. After we took this picture we headed over to a photo booth and tried taking pictures of the three of us in it. It was an absolute joke, never mind the fact we had to beat up girls dressed in flannel and leopard prints before we could get in. Classy.

I tag: Camie, Emily, Angela, Maddee, Tesha, and Malissa

Busy Week--Picture overload... be warned

So much for spring break.
This week I worked Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and by the time I left on Wednesday night I never wanted to see that office again. I'm not used to doing that three in a row garbage. It had its benefits though... like having the entire weekend off... but I wouldn't recommend doing it.
Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were spent doing wedding everything. I met with a cake decorator, flourist, wedding planner, tent rental person, videographer, photographer, and picked out my wedding dress. I wish to high heaven I could post a picture of it for you all to admire, but alas, Dewy is nosy and if I posted a picture he would find out and take a sneak peek. Not good. The pictures of some of the dresses I tried on are here though... The real one is not included. There is a funny story to go along with the dress thing though. Please admire these GORGEOUS pictures of my naughty mom and sister who took it upon themselves to be disruptive while I shopped for the perfect dress. ..



Anyway... back to the funny dress shopping story. The second place I went to look at a dress is called Bridal Reflection. Its a little old lady who rents dresses out of her home, and is a little off her rocker. Grandma has some screws loose upstairs. Not kidding. When I walked in she looked at me for a minute, then (dead serious) said "well, take your clothes off. What are you waiting for? Get naked and put that slip on." Awkward. As I began to strip myself of clothes and dignity, in walked two cowboys needing to be fit for tuxedos. Also let me add that this place has NO dressing rooms. I was standing in the middle of the place about to drop my jeans and had these two walked in about 5 seconds later, they would have had a free show. Classy.


Also this weekend I played with my long lost friends Alex and Danielle. We watched about 11.27 hours of friends, did hair, and took lots of pictures. It was grand. Alex tried a new hair cutting technique on Danielle and how could I pass up taking photos of that? Lets be real here... Alex also practiced a possible do for my big day..



I'm still debating on if I want it straight or curly, but I really liked the one we did that night. This week I meet Dewy's aunt and uncle from Texas. Wish me luck... I hear his uncle looks like Kevin James. Maybe I'll call him Paul Blart, or Albert. Probably I'll chicken out.

Navajo Tacos and Show and Tell

About a week ago I discovered I have quite a following (forgive my indulgence but I was quite proud). I discovered about 5 or so readers of my blog, and made it a point in my mind to make a post about my discovery, however somehow it managed to slip from my memory momentarily, so let me apologize to the staff ladies at Rocky Mountain Junior High for my lapse in courtesy.

Dewy and I had the fantastic opportunity to eat lunch with his darling mother at her work. I haven't had school lunch since... well... junior high I bet, and I found it was surprisingly better than I remember. Navajo Tacos. Scrumptious. We met up with Nan at the school and I could not have been even slightly prepared for what happened. As we entered the office I felt like I had walked back into pre-school. Remember show and tell day? When everyone scrounged around their toyboxes to find the most impressive and up to date action figure? I was to be that action figure. Now don't get me wrong.. I absolutely adore attention.. thrive on it even, however I found my face getting redder by the minute as sweet lady after sweet lady grabbed my cheeks and gushed over me to Dewy. Please ladies, keep those comments flowing.. the kid could back out at anytime still. I need your help until I have him hog tied for eternity. Anyway... We ate lunch and then I was taken down the hall to meet who I was told was to be my arch nemisis. There is a certain teacher out at the junior high who is in love with my fiance. My palms perspired as we opened the door to her classroom, however when said teacher appeared at the doorway all fears melted away as she made me promise and solemly swear to take care of Dewy for he was supposed to be for her. What a sweet lady. The trip ended with me learning how to make sneaky purchases that Dewy couldn't track and left me feeling like the luckiest gal on the block. Thanks for lunch Nan, and sorry ladies for taking so long to make your debut on the blog. Thanks for reading!

Please no...

I have this fear creeping to the surface that I am turning into Bridezilla. Don't let me. Please don't let me. I'm not that girl. No sir.

Yesterday I was so unbelieveably frustrated and my poor fiance got the brunt of all my frustration. Have you ever tried to please everyone and let it get to the point that the vein in your forehead was pulsing out on a constant basis and seemed to be the new feature to what was once a fairly decent face? Yeah me neither.

I cannot find the right color for the groomsmens shirts. There is no such thing as a turquoise (in the right shade--and let me just say there are about 3.47 billion of those) polo with a NIKE swoosh on the sleeve made of the silky DryFit material. Nope none. Ugh. I need to call Tiger Woods... where did I put that number...

Home Sweet Home

Dewy and I officially have a place to live. Funny how things happen like that. We went from having never looked at houses and not a clue about where we wanted to live to locking away a humble abode in a matter of 3 days. How great.

Dewy and I will be living in North Ogden (about 2.54 minutes from my work--hoorah!) in a 2 bedroom 1 bathroom duplex. The place is brand new inside and our landlord is a darling older lady who, when I met her, was wearing a bright orange sweat suit and bright orange lipstick. I think I just found a new friend. Our rent is so affordable its a complete joke, and the place kind of just fell into our laps. My lovely little friend and co-worker Ally and her husband (who is equally lovely but not my co-worker) used to live in said duplex, but have moved on to purchasing their own home. Some renters quickly moved in and stayed for a week before being offered a sweet deal of homesitting for a relative for a year or two and as such left my future home vacant. We caught wind of the news before the darling landlord could even put up and sign and it was ours in a matter of two and a half days. Boo for having to pay rent for April and May when no one will live there, but who freaking cares? I have a home, I have a future husband, and I only have to wait til June 17th. Such a long time. I think I'll make a chain. Like you did in elementary for Christmas time. Only instead of red and green I'll pick something prettier and instead of paper maybe I'll do chocolate like an advent calendar... or maybe carrots. Boo wedding dresses. Boo.

I propose we make the week 8 days and drop one work day...

Alex and Danielle are having parties without me. I wish that there were more days in the week and more hours in the day, however I have a feeling that even if there were I wouldn't have any more free time. Oh how I love them, and oh how I miss them.

Also, I don't care how brown-yellow or dead it is, I FREAKING LOVE THE GRASS. Hallelujah! No more snow. Everyone pray for it. No more snow. This week I must pick a location for the reception. If anyone has ideas PLEASE don't hesitate to share. I'm going to check out Lomond View Gardens after Weber State releases me from it's wretched grasp. I'm on a rampage. I feel like my mind is run run run nonstop until it hits the pillow, after which my dreams are assaulted by plans and camps and pictures and cakes and food and dresses and decorations and flowers and fruit and the like. Its rather exhausting really, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I need a spa day. Anybody got an extra $100.00 they need to find something to do with??