Wedding... Stress... & MORE STRESS!

It is LESS than two days until I am not longer just plain Morgan with no middle name Johnson! How crazy is that!? I can't believe how fast time has flown right by. And can I just say to all the people who make wedding planning look fun... it IS not! So many decisions... So many things that don't work out... By now I am so used to disappointment. My wedding I had planned out on pinterest and in my head are not even CLOSE to the same as they are now. Suprisingly I like the way this one is working out way better. Yes it did take some time, many tears, and talking into to be okay with it, but I think it'll be a blast of a wedding. (As long as the weather holds up and there isn't TOO much smoke!)

On that note, I just want everyone to know that everyone and anyone is invited to the reception/after party thingy we are having! So here is your formal invite if you didn't already get one!

You can just print these little puppies off and BAM you are invited :) Now I thought I would share one of the biggest stresses so far about this wedding. The dress. In fact, the place I got my final dress from asked ME if I would write my story and post it on their website for all to see! I feel like I'm one of those every day blog posters slash the ones with a degree in English! Because.. well... let's all be honest. I am definitely one of the worst when it comes to writing, spelling and grammer. I am just glad Austin doesn't read my blog because he would go through with a red pen and give me a big fat F.

So in this post I'm giving to the grand people of Sweetheart Bridal I left out a few minor details. So in this here blog I will give you the FULL run down of it all! Aren't you just so darn lucky?

While trying to find my perfect dress I had a little bit of a struggle. It didn't take long to find one that I really loved, the only problem, the price tag. It wasn't an outrageous price but it was a little too high for my liking. I had brought my cousin Brooke with me and she told me of a friend who found her dress in a store, then went online and found it for about half the price. It took some time but I found my dress from the actual designer. I then put in the dress model number into google and found quite a few sites that had the dress.

As I was looking around I found the cheapest one. It had the exact same picture from the real site but that didn't really strike me as odd. I showed my mom and we were extatic to find it! We went ahead and quickly made the purchase. Plus super rushed delivery for only 25 bucks! After the purchase was made it came up with a little Visa security confirmation box. Then it said I was paying 2,482.11 CNY. I quickly googled it and found out that it was chinese money. I thought to myself, "ohh boyy!" I called my mom and was a little freaked out. I have purchased things from China before that were not bad products but CLEARLY fake.


Trust me, I know it isn't attractive on this person. In fact, its not attractive on me. But thats because it isn't the same :)

 The designer that makes the dress is in the UK so I justified that just because it was from China it wouldn't be any different. We had rushed the delivery and it was supposed to be to my house within 10-15 days. So I waited.. I had never recieved a tracking number so I had no way of knowing when it'd come. My mom e-mailed them and they said not to worry they would get it shipped out. Another week went by and still the dress hadn't been shipped and they said it would get here soon. Another week.. and another... then FINALLY the dress showed up. I was so excited and quickly tried it on.

The dress was... different. It wasn't as flattering. It still fit me pretty well, but somehow.. this was NOT my dress. We couldn't figure it out. So we grabbed the picture of me in MY dress and come to find out, it was very different. My dress had cute little cap sleeves. This dress had HUGGEE sleeves that was not tight fitting to my arm. It flared out under my armpit and my dad mentioned it was just my drip edge for when I started sweating. It was sooo heavy compared to the first one! The torso and back were pleated and mine was solid in the back and just a tiny bit of gathering in the front. I was devastated. My mom and both grandmas are very good sewers so my mother assured me we would fix it. As we started taking the dress apart we found out how it was really made. It was made up of not only one big piece of fabric, not even just two... but THREE!? My mom soon became very impatient and frustrated. They fixed the sleeve and the front but there was no way to fix the back. Since it was made of so many pieces it just really wouldn't fit back together without just putting it back the way it was. I was on the verge of tears telling my mom I hated it still and she decided she quit. That made everything worse! She couldn't QUIT on me! What dress would I wear?! I only had THREE WEEKS TILL MY WEDDING!

She told me we could go borrow a dress from one of my cousins. (What girl really wants to borrow a dress? Especially when they just had their own?) So I was against that. She showed me the dress in a picture and it was a ballgown. I hated ballgowns! She told me we could go shopping again and I told her if we couldn't find one that I would borrow one. We both agreed to that.

We found this little bridal shop called Sweetheart Bridal. We went inside and were quickly helped. It had a nice personal feel to it, not just a bridal store with 15 different brides inside already going through a factory line. The man in charge helped me look in my sizes but I was skeptical I'd find one I liked better than my first dress. So I picked one, my sister in law picked one and he picked one. We went back to the changing room and put on the first dress. Even just in the mirror, I LOVED this dress. I went out and my moms face told me that she loved it as well. I stood on the stool and admired it. I didn't even want to try on the others.
Finally after taking pictures I tried the other ones on. I didn't feel the need to even come out and show these ones because they weren't near as good. So I put the first one back on and admired it some more. Now THIS was my dress. We decided we wanted to go look at a few more places. Every place we went to, I looked at a few, but didn't pull any to try on. We went to about three more places and everywhere was the same. So my mom decided we had better go and buy it. I was beyond excited. Even more than the very first dress I found. This dress is my dress! A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders! (Literally!)

(This is the extra that I left out.)

The dress needed to be altered a little so instead of fixing it.. I got a boob job! JK. But really its like the same thing. I got the bombshell from Vickies and it literally makes me like a double D. Quite spectacular if you ask me.

So we went home and had a friend come over and see if she could hem the bottom. While she was looking at the dress a couple family friends were on their evening walk. My mom practically chased them down and told them to come in and look at it. After talking for a bit my mom and one of the ladies gets this weird look on their face. She told me that this dress, is in fact, her daughters very dress. The dress that is trying to get sold for a third of the price we bought it for. The same dress that her daughter tried on earlier that day and couldn't wear anymore. The EXACT dress that had already been FIXED!

At this point I think my mom is in complete shock. She just gives me this look like she is constipated slash going to roll over and die. (It was quite frightening.) She looks at the reciept and this is when I think she did IN FACT die. It said "NO REFUNDS ON ANY DRESS. NO MATTER WHAT! EVEN IF YOU ARE THE PRESIDENTS DAUGHTER OR ANGELINA JOLIE!" Something to that effect.

Anyways... this story is dragging on. Long story short. She talked them into letting us return the dress but I had to write this story and put it on their blog. So I guess that I'm not that amazing of a writer that they'd ask me to do it. Although, we could just pretend. :)

ALSO! Don't forget to come! The after party is just a huge dance! So come play. It'll be fun I promise.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!

Today is my cutest little sisters birthday! I can't believe she is already 15 years old. I still remember being in first grade asking my mom to let me take her to show-n-tell. Ever since she has been my built in best friend. We did everything together. I was the cool older sister that would turn all the chores into games. We'd play everything from fear factor to the Olympics. (It always insured I would get an extra set of hands for my chores.)
We'd spend all day on Sunday playing Nancy Drew and eating chips with BBQ sauce. Every family trip we took, we were the backseat buddies. We used to do science experiments and try frying different foods. maraschino cherries are NOT a smart idea for your information. I think some of my most vivid memories are of us and the bathtub. The day I was taking a bath with you and I was soaping you up then started tickling you. You threw your head back then smacked it so hard on the faucet. You started crying your two year old eyes out and I was trying to calm you down. I remember Bubby walking in and screaming at me that you were bleeding. I was so scared I killed you. I am so happy you survived that terrifying day. Then the day when you were in the tub and I threw cold water over the curtain on you a couple times, and afterwards when I was leaning over the tub washing my hair you came over and started smacking my butt. Then I yell, "I only threw water on you TWICE! Stop spanking me!" You being the sassy pants you are smartly reply, "OH PRESSURE PLEASE!" I remember teaching you what pressure really meant, and always using that as my comeback. I remember taking you on walks in your stroller and putting you at the top of a steep driveway then letting you go. It usually was a fun ride for you until you hit a rock at the bottom and your stroller tipped over. I ran down that hill as quickly as my little legs could go and hoped you were still alive. I remember cleaning the BLM and dropping you when you were just less than a year old and hurrying and picking you back up and telling you I was so sorry. I hoped that I wouldn't get caught (never did). Speaking of the BLM, we would always team up and race Bub with the garbage's. I remember the day someone threw away hundreds of little markers, and we took that garbage bag and hid it in the car because we wanted all of them. I remember the day I taped the tip of your nose to your forehead so that you would have a pig nose all day long, then after we took the tape off your nose stayed there.

Isn't she just soo cool?

As mean as I was to you I now realize we had some of the best times. Like sitting in bed with the window open, looking up at the stars like we were sleeping outside and talking as long as possible. I remember when you got hurt on the teeter-totter and I would wake up in the middle of the night to feed you apple sauce. I would even mix in a little sugar (just the way you liked it) and hold a wash cloth over your cut so it wouldn't sting.

I love you very much Kimber and I hope you have an amazing 15th birthday! :)

She saved me from this awful date :) YOURE THE BEST!

ENGAGED!!

EVERYONE! I am engaged to the amazing Austin Douglas Davis!!

Here is the story!

Aren't we precious?

Saturday March 31, 2012
So, Aust was coming up to visit Saturday March 31. He was scheduled to be here after I got off work at 8. While he was driving I came up with the BEST idea ever! To get married! He obviously agreed. We were going to go to Walmart get a cheap ring and pull an amazing April fools prank! When he got here we met up with Bub and headed to Walmart. We found the perfect ring and decided that to pull this prank off we would have to set it all up that night, carry it over till the next day and then tell everyone April fools. We got to my parents around 9:30 PM. We all walked in and I wasn't really sure how this was going to go. We were giggling and being super awk. I just kept putting my hand up on the counter so my mom could see it, but I didn't want to bring it up. She was NOT paying attention. So Aust went up the the bathroom and left Bub and I alone. Her back was turned to us and we started giggling. She turned back around and asked what was going on. We quickly said nothing and then she saw it. The moment she saw it I hurried and put my hand down by my side and hid behind the counter. She looked at me with the most scary look I've ever been given by her and she says, "Let me see it." Then I acted dumb and just laughed then showed it to her and she was shocked and well, ticked off. For the rest of the night her and my dad bombarded us with questions and statements like:

"Austin, what are you doing with your life and how can you provide for my daughter."
"How, when, where WHAT! Just happened!?"
"I would have really appreciated it if you would have come asked me for my daughters hand first."
"Is this an April fools prank?" "No." "I wish is was." (with complete seriousness in her eyes.)

Brett thinking this was hilarious and enjoying the completely awkward moments we were going through just laughed, made jokes and added his two cents every couple minutes. Finally it just came to a point where we couldn't take it anymore. So we grabbed out pizza and headed out for the night.

Sunday April 1, 2012
Austin and I walk through the door and there is a family from my home ward over for dinner. Great, this was going to be really difficult to tell everyone the truth. We run downstairs first thing to hang out with Brett and Tanya. We were just on the computer goofing off when we hear, "DINNER IS READY!" So we mosey on upstairs and my mom turns to me and says, "Well, are you going to tell everyone?" I couldn't take it and I busted up and told Aust to tell. He wouldn't so of course Brett asks if he can. He says, "EVERYONE. Can I have your attention. We have an announcement. "Morgan and Austin are NOT getting married! APRIL FOOLS!" The looks on my parents faces. Priceless. Everyone was laughing so hard except for my mom and dad. I thought they were going to kill me. Well in fact my mom did come over and try to punch me. It was the best April fools prank I've ever pulled.

Dilation

I go to the eye doctor about once a year. 

Every year I get a brand new set of contacts that I commit myself to.

I tell myself I AM going to start wearing these every day.

Last year, I stuck with my contacts for about a WHOLE month. (It's a record)

Then, they start giving me headaches and drying my eyes out so I quit and become blind all over again. 

(I can still see pretty darn good without contacts, just not enough to legally drive)

This visit at the eye doctor was pretty standard. Go in, read the random letters.. Think that 5 is S pretty normal business. Answer all the better one or better two questions and get the numbing drops so they can check my eye pressure, (favorite part, never knew that's what it was) Then I'm seeing the actual doctor and I'm out of there! 

On the way out, they asked me if I they dilated my eyes. I said no and didn't grab the handy plastic sunglasses. Big mistake. They DID in fact dilate my eyes. I walked outside into the BLAZING bright sun... and I could see nothing. Except I am too proud to walk back inside and say, "JUST KIDDING! I do need those hideous glasses." So, I decided my house wasn't that far, I have been driving the streets of Price America for many years now, I could just squint and I'd be good. Nope. I tried everything to make it easier to see. I put my hands over my face and just peeked through. I ducked down as far as I could. I hid behind the visor. Nothing was making this easier. After the worst 10 minutes of my driving life I made it safely home. 

Next time, I am just going to grab the dumb things no matter what. I advice you to do the same.  

May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor!

The Hunger Games of course. I felt that they did a great visual job on the movie. The characters from the capitol, the arena, the seam, the capitol.. every thing was amazing to look at. They completely followed the story line great, but left actually building the relationships. Not just between Katniss and Peeta, but between gale, peeta, haymitch, cinna, the stylists, basically EVERYONE. I felt that at every slightly unimportant part they spent the most time on. Then the really important and critical events were super rushed.
I am very upset that:
Peeta never lost his leg in the movie
When they were about to take the berries it was the least dramatic event
The arena literally felt like two days
The final scene took 3 minutes to complete
Tresh was killed by the mutts
No one really seemed to struggle, no starvation, dehydration, injuries that lasted (especially Peeta's infected leg)

Pretty sure we won the Hunger Games.

I think it could have been executed way better than it was. So kind of a let down... but not completely.
This is mostly because I have the greatest best friend in the world. We purchased a pair of bows and arrows and applied our war makeup. Then set out to shoot everyone waiting in line at the theater. We laughed and had a great night. Even though I am sure most everyone thought we were retarded I will never forget how much fun we had.. Just adds to all the amazing memories I have with this girl. Like, being Thing 1 and Thing 2 for Halloween, tanning topless in the middle of no where. Making videos about how we love Miranda Gold. Spilling salsa on Jaz's white pants. Our twinner pants. Trying to be mean to everyone we saw.. No matter what is going on when Jazmin Ruby and I are together there is no stopping how crazy we become. I love her. I think the odds were in my favor when I found her in math with Melanie Nelson. She will forever be my bestest friend in the whole world! I love you Jaz.

PS, when the mutations jumped out of the trees I literally jumped out of my seat. (I was expecting Cato... not the mutts) I was scared out of my mind. They did a good job with that at least..

Sucked back in...

Blogging, just like everything in my life for the first few weeks is so much fun. Everything I did, afterwards I thought.. '"I'M GOING TO BLOG ABOUT THAT." Now that the honeymoon stage between my blog and I is over I think, "I have nothing to share with anyone!"

So I made a goal, and the goal was. Blog once a month! Good thing I am like a visiting teacher and I am blogging on the VERY last day of the month. Just remember it is February and the shortest. So technically I could have two more days to be blogging.

BUT, seeing as I never fail on my goals.. (I change them before I fail) Here is the first and only blog of Feburary.

My first two years of college were a blast. I stayed out late, snuck out of my house, (Mom I know you read this and I'm sorry) slept all day, procrastinated my homework assignments, and used any chance I could to get out of responsibility. Then I took a semester off. I worked every day and then hung out at my apartment with Daylan. I didn't have many friends because I wasn't in college anymore. I was the old lady of Price Utah. Hanging out with my favorite married woman Jazmin Snook about every two weeks or so. I spent my days being responsible. Working, cleaning, doing laundry. Going to bed on time and waking up early. For months now I have been succeeding at the 7/11 program. (Go to bed at 11, wake up at 7)

Then, school started again. I continued with the 7/11 and left activities early to go to bed. I did my homework a week before it was due, and I studied anatomy like it was my day job. I never got work off and never called in sick... Well let me just say, I can feel myself getting sucked back in to college.

All of the sudden I HATE studying. I can't make myself sit down and look at the dreaded anatomy book for more than 10 minutes. All I want to do is play, play, play! I put off my laundry until I only have the clothes from Junior High left in the closet. I watch Grey's Anatomy for hours (I figure if it "anatomy" that its basically studying right?) The other night I stayed up until 3 AM! Just like the good ol days. I skip class, I sleep way too long, hot tub and drink lava flows once a week, zumba, go dancing, stay up all night.... but I still got the number one score on my muscle test in anatomy! That is how I know its best to live it up! 

Life is Grand

The Break

Since I have been a terrible blogger lately this post will be very crammed! Since I have many AWESOME things that have happened. Obviously since Christmas and New Years were in the middle of my blogging strike.

Hopefully because it is the New Year I will be better at this. As of right now, here are the past 3 weeks jammed into one spectacular post!

It all started off with my roommate leaving me. She was going home for Christmas. So I replaced her for a few days with my bestie, Budsey!

My Aunt and her entire family came down to watch my cousin play basketball against Carbon. Brett was reffing the game and so that was lots of fun. Carbon ended up winning surprisingly!

Last minute shopping in Provo with Kimmie and my mom was tons of fun! Kimmie got to meet David Archuleta!

Kim and I also went into Toys R' Us. It brought back tons of memories from being a child. We played around and acted like kids. On our way out we stopped THE GREATEST THING EVER! A giant dinosaur egg filled with sour bites. Only problem, this particular gumball machine required FOUR QUARTERS! We knew we could weasle it out of our mom. We ran outside, knocked on her window and here was the conversation.

ME: "Mom! I need 50 cents! Can I PLEASE have it!?"
MOM: "Uhh.. Sure.. Let me see if I can find it."
KIM: "MOM! I need 50 cents too!!! Morgan is getting it!"
MOM: "Can't you two share??"
ME/KIM "WE ARE SHARING! IT COSTS $1!"
MOM: "Fine.."

That is how we got the best gumball prize EVER!

I bought myself a Nintendo 64. Probably the best Christmas present anyone got this year.

Christmas Eve dinner, Jena was sure on one. She was putting CUNE umbers on her eyeballs. Kim was asking if she could pour ranch in the Martinelli's bottle because she put her CUNE umbers in there and they needed friends. It was the funniest dinner ever.

Christmas Day was fun. We opened presents and just had fun being together. I had to work for a few hours and while I was away the family went to Elmo. We came home and opened our newest tradition presents. "The Retarded Presents." This tradition started last year when we were going on a cruise and didn't want to spend money on Christmas presents. So we all just had to buy everyone a cheap present and make it meaningful. These presents are always fun and goofy. I got Brett a Barbie doll and made him a book on how to get a girl, and how to keep a girl. Then I said, "If that doesn't work you'll always have Barbie." They are all silly and inside jokes. It was fun!

Kim and I got this stuff called "Squishy Baff." It turns your bath water into goo. We just had to try it so we got it for each others "retarded presents" It has two packets, one to make it gooey and one to dissolve it. When we got ready to dissolve it... It did NOT switch back into water. Whoops.

Cabin Time! On Wednesday after Christmas the fam went up to the cabin. The first day Brett had Kameron Perkins and Sidney Ekker come up with him. While we were at dinner Jena was giving everyone food nick-names. I am cheesecake. I told her to give Sidney one and of ALL the foods in the world. She gives her.... wait for it....HORNDOG! Probably the funniest part of the entire Christmas break. Everyone died of laughing. It was hilarious.

Tim, Chels, Brett and I all hopped in the Argo late one night to go find internet with our dish satellite. We found the best signal and I got enough to watch Netflix. Only problem, it is in the middle of the road.

New Years Eve, I had to work until 8. Then I went back up to the cabin to celebrate by watching "Night at the Museum." Right at midnight some people in the cabin right next to ours had some HUGE fireworks so that was the highlight.

Yesterday BUB got to play against CEU. I got a picture with him and I look like I am next to a star! It was fun watching him play.

That was my break! I had lots of fun seeing all of my family and just getting to relax some. Even though I had to work quite a bit and I got sick for a few days. It was a good time.