You're So Vain

Sometimes I find myself losing brain cells as I read over random blogs at my place of employment. I would add links from this post to said blogs, but alas fear the outcome of being sued for slander. Let me explain.

Today Emily discovered a blog in sole dedication of plasitc surgery, shoes, and new bikinis. Now I love shoes as much as the next girl in line but who posts solely about the pajamas she wants, her new gladiator heels in sterling silver, and the fact that having a baby would ruin her nearly perfect body? Find some substance. I beg you. I then found myself going to blogs linked to hers. I found a blog dedicated to a girl's love of pearls and preppy clothes, a blog entitled pink tutu (need I say more), and even a girl confessing to spending 545.00 on a new bikini when she went to play at her country club. I'm sorry what?

Also, saw a blog today which made my whole day worth it. Who has a wedding cake where the layers are held up by Bud cans? Classy...

Back to Real Life

Dewy and I got home from the honeymoon early Thursday morning. That red eye flight kicked our trash. Hard. We sat next to a 25 year old bearded wonder who wasn't at all ashamed of his body odor. Gross. We were exhausted and starving and my darling mom knew we would be. When we got home, my parents had moved my bed into our new home and bought milk and cereal for us to eat. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
I plopped on the kitchen floor (because we had no dining room table) and downed a bowl of fruit loops before falling asleep on the bed. We spent that day moving some things in seeing our families, and grocery shopping. Oh just a sidenote, we got 225.00 worth of groceries for 24.00! Thanks for the gift cards! We opened gifts with our parents on Friday night and I spent that night sorting through the gifts with my mom while Dewy built my pantry. Saturday Dewy went golfing while I returned duplicate gifts and picked up some things we needed. I was QUITE successful. That night we decorated and put everything else away. My house finally looks like a home. Wahoo. Now back to real life. Boo.

ALOHA

We are back from Maui, and although I don't have any pictures yet of my wedding day, I DO have some of our honeymoon so we will post about that and do the wedding later. We spent the wedding night and the following night in the Marriot in SLC. When we got the hotel they gave us room 501. Accompanied by the bell hop we went up to said room only to find a man asleep on our bed. Super. Cue flustered bell hop. The bell hop kid ran to the front desk, got us a suite on the second to top floor, filled our ice bucket, brought me a menu and phone numbers to pizza places that delivered because I was starving, and got a rather large tip. Thanks champ. We played at Gateway and saw a flick and all around rested until our flight to Hawaii on Friday. Oh my long flight. Dewy didn't feel well the morning we left for Maui so decided to take some meds...oh wait... I meant to say decided to take A LOT of meds. The kid made himself sick and our first night in Maui I woke up to my new husband puking his brains out. Great. Earlier that night when we arrived (which was midnight Utah time and we were exhausted) we ran to the grocery store so we had food for breakfast. This turned out to be blessing because at 3am I had to run to Foodland to get said husband some Coke and Saltine crackers to settle his little tummy and I knew where to go. The trip was an absolute blast. We relaxed on the beach, at the pool, in the room, went shopping, went for drives, and spent a week just me and him enjoying the company and figuring out what to do as we found ourselves alone with our new spouse. No more babysitters. Woot woot. We shopped in my favorite little town called Lahina, but for the most part hung around Kihea where our condo was. Enough talking. Here are the pictures!

I have some quite comical stories that may be slightly inapporpriate to post on the blog. If you see me, ask me about them and I'll think about telling you.

Also, today at work a lady told me I had a large bosom.... I'm sorry what?? I responded with you can have them if you take my butt too. Classy.

WHO killed Bambi?!

Last night Dewy's extended family and my immediate family played in an ultimate softball game. Kids against parents. Kids won.

On the way home, my parents and Nick and Austin were traveling down West Harrisville Road in Harrisville when the unexpected occurred. You guessed it, a frickin deer launched itself into the road and without hesitation was slammed by our minivan. A deer. On West Harrisville Road. What a joke. Nick called me hysterically laughing and explained the entire experience as I started laughing. Mom was wiggin' out because the head of the dear slammed her side of the windshield and shattered it, Austin was sitting staring out the broken windshield stunned, and Dad thought it quite comical as well. Here is how Dad explained it this morning: "Thing didn't even know what was coming. It went leap leap, SLAM! and we hit it. Right in the middle of West Harrisville Road." All the while he was fighting a giggle and using hand motions to demonstrate the accident.

The front of the van is smashed in and the antenna is all sorts of skiwampus. Weird things only happen to my family. I swear it. Who hits a deer on a main street in Harrisville? Only the Allens.

P.S. I get married in the morning and I find myself working today... whose idea was that???

June 15th?? What the...

Um... I'm married in less than 48 hours. Good thing I have officially mastered the Amber Hodges signature. I haven't blogged in a long time and boy do I have a lot to say. I'll say it later. Amber Hodges. How miraculous.

Pray for sun. If it rains I'll be bridezilla on steroids. Sunshine, possibly partly cloudy, and at the most light sprinkling will be ok. All other weather conditions stay FAR away. Far Far away.

Glitter Toes

For family night we had an ultimate softball game. The Allen's and the Hodges played out in Hooper. Kids against parents. Kids won. Ha. After the gameKaylee, Gentrie (my sister-in-law to be), Dewy's cousins Tawni and Tiesha, Steph who you all know already, and myself went to Angela's house for more glitter toes. There is a special place in Heaven for that lady. We kept her up late and wore her right out. Thanks Angela! They all loved it.

Dewy's Man-Shower

Dewy's work is legit. Seriously.
Goldenwest Credit Union's Mortgage department through Dewy a party/shower and I was invited. The theme was a luau (pretty sure I spelled that thing wrong). The picture of the blown up palm tree is a cooler-pool thing full of sand where Dewy and I were invited to "dig for buried treasure." Little did we know it REALLY WAS buried treasure! Dewy and I discovered 200 smackers in that sand. Yep you heard correct: $200.00 of gold coins, fives, tens, and twenties all buried in that little blow up cooler. What a fun party! Thanks Goldenwest Mortgages.

Friend Shower...Finally

I had to drop a special thanks to my lovely friend Stacey. She came in to see me at my work all in a huff because she hadn't been invited to my friend shower. Great news: DIDN'T HAVE ONE. Stacey sent out invitations that very day and planned the entire thing so that I could have a friend shower before I got married. Such a sweetie. Thanks to everyone who came and even those who didn't but sent gifts! I loved every single one! Stacey you are a gem.

Here are just a few of the girls who came. Say hello to Jordan (starting from the left) who is going to help me throw Stacey a bridal shower, Stacey herself, Me, and Awnaliese. Thanks again!!

Bachelorette Party...Kinda

Its time for Alex and Danielle and I to have our final "single ladies" night on the town. Here is what we did to celebrate:

Night starts with a gift. Oh boy. Got some rather embarrassing items that will not be mentioned, along with a lovely robe that I adore. Its black and silky and fits perfect and I wear it every single day over my new underwear when I'm at home. Ask Dewy. It's my favorite piece of clothing. Dinner takes place at Texas Roadhouse where I'm pretty sure I ate every roll in the place. Oops. Classy. We then cruised around our old hang outs to reminisce about old times. Times of Richard Pettit, going to the bathroom in the street (Alex), idiot boys, and lots more were discussed. Us three are out of control. Thanks ladies.

Girls Camp.. Like Whoa

Welp. I spent the week at girls camp. Holy drama fest... in a good way. I'm not sure whats in the water in Harrisville, but all our girls get along. Always have. Camp is a much anticipated event that all girls look forward too--even non members. Here's what went down:

Monday night: Girl falls from top bunk onto cement floor in the middle of the night and royally freaks out, different girl is barfing her brains out. Super. Also, met Sister Dalton the Young Women general president.

Tuesday night: Girl is still barfing her brains out and leaves at 4am with dad. Girl who fell jacked her elbow and is homesick. Her and sister set to go home in the morning.

Wednesday night: Execute spiritual activity I have spent 4 months planning. Cue nerves. I spent the whole day worrying and analyzing everything possible that could go wrong. Activity was a complete success. Awesome.
Thursday night: Fireside with a member of the Young Women's general board and the Stake President (aka my dad) and had testimony meeting. After the serious stuff the party started. Kicked all the girls in one cabin and leaders took another. Both groups partied hard.

That last picture is what I found Friday morning when I went to wake the girls up to pack up. What a wild, exhausting week.