On Saturday Ryan and I celebrated the anniversary of our engagement. We kept wondering if it was actually something worthy of celebrating, since we would both rather be married by now. But, we're not ones to pass up an opportunity to spend a summery Saturday together, so celebrate we did! We didn't fit in all the activities we wanted to, and we didn't take as many pictures as I would have liked, but we managed to squeeze plenty of fun and lovey dovey-ness into one afternoon. It helps that we like each other so much.
Showing posts with label i love ryan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i love ryan. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
to love, honor, and share a toothbrush.
Wedding bells are chiming, folks.
I can't wait to finally dig in and start planning, crafting, creating, and listing for everything. All I want to do is look at pictures of other people's weddings and get ideas. I think my parents' wedding was beautiful and simple, which is what I want so much for my own wedding.
ps: my mom had seriously awesome dresses back then.
pps: i can't wait to marry ryan. he's dreamy.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Instead of going to class, studying for tests, attending meetings, or participating in any act of adult responsibility at all...
...Ryan and I decided
fake registering at Target
binging on Taco Bell and a 44oz Coke from Speedway
visiting little Ollie on his 1st birthday
eating even more
watching Dancing With the Stars, American Idol, and Glee (while snuggling)
and contemplating moving the wedding up (!)
seemed like a much better way to spend the day.
So we did.
Suck on that, responsibility.
In other news,
Happy Birthday Baby Olivaire!
we love you!
Labels:
happy birthday,
i hate tuesdays,
i love ryan,
playing hookey
Sunday, April 11, 2010
is it really almost monday???
This weekend went by too fast.
I was having so much fun (see below), and then Monday (and homework) had to show up and ruin everything. Stupid. I wish I could just live during the weekends until the wedding.
So, Ryan and I had a little Mambo Italiano picnic in my livin' room on Saturday. Because our love is as red as strawberries in the summertime. (on sale, 2 packages for $3.00! Heyo!)
I was having so much fun (see below), and then Monday (and homework) had to show up and ruin everything. Stupid. I wish I could just live during the weekends until the wedding.
So, Ryan and I had a little Mambo Italiano picnic in my livin' room on Saturday. Because our love is as red as strawberries in the summertime. (on sale, 2 packages for $3.00! Heyo!)
smooch smooch.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Ryan is a nice man...
...and I love him.
Today Ryan drove to my apartment, picked me up, and took me grocery shopping, which is one of my most absolute favorite things to do. Then we went back, popped in a movie, and proceeded to conquer the most ridiculous assignment I've had to do in a long time. And when I say "we," I mostly mean Ryan conquered...while I watched... as he patiently constructed a paper bridge that needs to hold up 8 text books.
(Its really such a very silly assignment for someone who has no idea how to mathematically construct a stable bridge. Will post pictures of the whole mess once the results of the class come in.)
Anyway, I sure am glad that my engineer man was here to help me today, and that he did it so willingly and without complaint. We even managed to have a little fun during the whole process. What a guy.
And these are only a few of the reasons why I love him so much. I mean, have you seen that face? So dreamy...
(Its really such a very silly assignment for someone who has no idea how to mathematically construct a stable bridge. Will post pictures of the whole mess once the results of the class come in.)
Anyway, I sure am glad that my engineer man was here to help me today, and that he did it so willingly and without complaint. We even managed to have a little fun during the whole process. What a guy.
And these are only a few of the reasons why I love him so much. I mean, have you seen that face? So dreamy...
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