news.

I need to blog. I don't know why.

I think I'll confess a little. Yeah that will work.

I'm afraid of the dark.

I will hold my pee until morning,

solely so I don't have to walk across the hall in the dark and use the bathroom.

What if a hand from under my bed grabs my ankle when I come back?

I sing in the car. Loud. And sometimes I dance. When I pull up to a stop light I hold my phone to my ear while I sing so it looks like I'm talking on the phone to someone. Serious.

I lost my wedding ring. Then I found it.

I got a speeding ticket, and I cursed.

The kid sitting next to me in the computer lab is trying to read what I'm typing out of the corner of his eye. Yep. Busted.

My sister in law made a good point. Everytime she sees me I'm quitting diet dr pepper, and everytime I say that I have one in my hand.

I hate spiders. So does Dewy. Crap.

Right now my IPOD is playing a whole lot of Hannah Montana and Jonas Brothers.

I'm acting like I'm listening to T-Pain or Usher cause I'm in college and Disney stars are not acceptable.

Psh. Year 3000 by Jonas=awesome.

Sometimes I wink at myself in my mirror when I do my makeup. Too bad Haulee winks at herself all the time in the car. ha.

A girl just sat on the other side of me and she is wearing a hair net... what the...

I changed my clothes 13 times this morning. literally.

Last night when I swept the floor, I swept crap under the rug. On purpose.

I secretly L O V E school. Yep.

Finally, Sometimes I over exaggerate. A LOT.

C'est La Vie just came on. Say you will, say you won't say you'll do what I don't... something something hey hey hey.. time for class.

called to serve.

Welp. We know where he is going.

Here is how it all went down.
The trek to the mailbox...

Waiting for everyone to get there.

The map has stickers where everyone placed a guess on his possible destination.

My parent's next door neighbor brought over the knife that had opened 11 other mission calls. It's tradition. It made Nick look like an idiot. He had some struggles getting it open. Ha.



Nick turns 19 on DECEMBER 14. He marked his date of availability as DECEMBER 15. He leaves DECEMBER 16 for

Columbia South Carolina Mission Spanish Speaking.

Kid won't be here for Christmas. Boo.

Nick is way excited and so are we. He is going to be a fantastic missionary.

I'm so proud to call him brother.

mission call

Nick gets his today. Cripes.

way to go tuckett.

Dewy's cousin, CJ, plays football for Weber State.

Poor chap.

From what I hear he is pretty legit.

Anyway... He got to play in the Homecoming game.
Here's proof.

He is number 22 from what I'm told...

domestic goddess.

Yep. Me.

My parents have peach trees which produce ginormous peaches.

Seriously.

You have heard the song about coconuts...

"big ones, small ones, some as big as your head"

... there you go.


I asked mom to teach her idiot daughter how to can.

She abliged.

So far I have done two days of canning peaches and one day of making peach and raspberry (also from their garden) peach jam.

I'm frickin legit.

No pictures of jam. Sorry.
I swear I really did make some.

austin + football practice = lots of tears.

Austin is in the middle of his first season of football.

He hates his life.

Actually, he just hates practice.

.
The first few weeks he cried and cried begging my mom not to make him go.

He would cry hours before, cry while getting dressed and ready, cry all the way there.

Upon arrival wipe his soaked and swollen eyes and ask my mom,

"Are my eyes red?"

to which she replied,

"nope."

liar.

He would get out of the car and go to practice and would work hard tear-free.

The kid freakin plays with Nick, and once even got his arm broken.

How could a tiny 8 year old scare him?

weirdo.

matrimonial bliss.

Jace got married.

I was puking my brains out and missed the temple ceremony.

Boo.

Dewy tried to make me stay home from the reception

because he was worried I would puke on the guests.

get real.

p.s. Jace's bride, Rocio, is about as big as my pinky toe.

Sometimes I feel like a baby rhino.

sweet revenge.

I hate...no... I L O A T H E mornings.

Loathe them entirely. Always have.

This morning when the alarm went off signaling Dewy's wake up call he first moaned and groaned, second sighed, and lastly decided to steam roll on top of me.

Cue fury.

He then proceeded to lay on top of me, squeezing my lungs closed and poked at any part of my body he could reach without moving. Thighs, calf, sides, face, arm, ect. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. AND it was morning time.

Cue AVID fury.

When Dewy wakes up I have a good 30-40 minutes of sleep left until I have to get up and get ready. Today those precious minutes were demolished by a steam roller and the song "You Are So Beautiful To Me" (Dewy's favorite tune to sing while I lay like a hag in bed. Today he jumped on me and sang it. )

Tomorrow is Saturday. I have to work on Saturdays. Dewy does not.

Revenge is imminent.

help.

I have to write a LOT of stories this semester.

My creative edge is slightly lacking.

Any G O O D ideas??