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| I am a girl named Ryan. |
| Yes, a girl. Always been one... Will ALWAYS be one. I am also a daughter, sister, wife, mother and graphic designer. I blog here to share the stories of how I can some how manage to be all of those titles & SOMEHOW stay sane. If thats what you call it. |
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| You know when your schedule is so busy you dont even have time to stop and think? And you cant even remember what day it is? But all you know is you have to be somewhere NOW and you have to go to the store NOW and you have to drop off something NOW and you have to GO NOW AND DO NOW AND BE NOW! And OMG! I am in the fastlane, been stuck here for 3 days and I dont think I'm getting out for a couple more days. |
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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
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A good friend of mine sent me this little 40 Things List... and I thought it would be fitting for a Tidbits of Me, Tuesday. So here it goes... and hope you enjoy!
1. What is your occupation? Graphic Artist at a local newspaper. So, I design ads and other weird shit while dealing with tons of bullshit and cranky employees but I am always in on the latest town gossip.
2. What color are your socks right now? Socks?... socks dont look right with flip flops!
3. What are you listening to right now? The hum of my computer and the ......... of the morning. That's right, the quietness of the morning.
4. What was the last thing that you ate? I might have rewarded 8 weeks of awesome diet practice with some Pizza Hut... damn I didnt know this list would make me have to admit my little pizza loving affair last night...
5. Can you drive a stick shift? In the case of an emergency only. I hope.
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Tickle me Pink.
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My cuz. And OMG... you need to go over and wish her lots of good thoughts because she is about to buy a house. A home. Of her very own and how exciting is that?!
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yeah, shes all right. Really I am jealous of her cause she is SuperMom to 3 kids and about the POP! with her fourth. And when I say POP!... she is being induced NEXT WEEK! She has crazy energy and an awesome personality. Oh, and a really cool new backyard!
9. How old are you today? So... much... older... than... yesterday...
10. Favorite drink? Iced Chai Tea Latte or a Triple Venti Carmel Macchiato.
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Curling. Cause lets face it... that shit is crazy!
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? Nope. Never. Nada. Except this one time... if you call it "dyeing your hair."
13. Pets? Does a toddler count?
14. Favorite food? Pizza. Cause lets face it. Remember #4? If I was going to have a food affair... it would be with pizza. All the way.
15. What was the last movie you watched? Spiderman 3. Yeah, thats right, the hubbie and I actually had a date. And saw a movie... IN the theater! YAHOO!
17. What is your middle name? Leigh... the only part of my name that is "girlie."
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? I had this little airplane thing that came with people. And it was the coolest thing EVER. I put stickers all over it and flew that thing everywhere.
19. What is your favorite, fall or spring? I am all about fall. Thus the colors I chose for my new layout. And the season I got married in.
20. Hugs or kisses? Hugs! And the same is true if we are talking about chocolate.
21. Cherries or Blueberries? I would rather have a strawberry... but cherries are ok too.
22. Do you want your friends to email you back? Really... this would equate to "Are you going to tag someone to do this?" And yes, I tag Heidi... again... cause she is such a good sport!
25. Living arrangements? Bubba lets my husband and I have some space in the house... not too much though. I have 3 dinosaurs and Spongebob starring at me at this very moment. And Spongebob is so excited I mentioned him in this post... you should see the smile on his face.
26. When was the last time you cried? I cant believe I am going admit this... Has anyone seen the movie Deja Vu? The one with Denzel Washington? I got a little teary somewhere in there at a good part. If you havent seen it, you need to. It is one hell of an awesome movie. And have some tissues on hand... just in case.
27. What is on the floor of your closet? I dont think we want to go there. We'll leave it at carpet.
28. Who is your best friend of all time? That would defiantly have to be Mandacakes. 100%. All the way. We have been through thick and thin together. To the depths of hell and back. And more.
29. What did you do last night? Gawd. Do we have to keep talking about the pizza affair I had?
30. Favorite smells? A fresh cut lawn. Right before it rains. And a clean Bubba right out of the bath.
31. What inspires you? Bubba. She inspires me to be a better person so I can teach her to be an even better person.
32. What are you afraid of? Balloon. Do I need to say more?
33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheese AND spicy. Oh, oh, oh and with some onion. And I like BBQ sauce instead of ketchup. And can I have a double. And some fries too. The curly ones.
34. Favorite dog breed? Hairless, potty trained and not mine.
35. Number of keys on your key ring? 8. And I have no idea what 2 of them go to.
36. How many years at your current job? 1½... feels like 20.
37. Favorite day of the week? Wednesday.
38. How many states have you lived in? Six. Wisconsin, Texas, South Carolina, Georgia, Michigan and Alabama.
39. Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving.
40. Ever driven a motorcycle or heavy machinery? Never driven a motorcycle... only rode on one and heavy machinery? Hmmm... riding lawnmower count?Labels: Tidbits of Me Tuesday.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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I would really like to get better about posting a Tidbits of Me, Tuesday in which it could be read, by the masses... oh yes, the masses... ON TUESDAY. You know like... THUS THE TITLE. But, as I fail at much... I fail at being prepped and prepared for anything that I plan. Pertaining to a "Schedule of Posting" anyways... cause let me tell you... I was prepped and prepared for 10 MONTHS ahead of time for Bubba to come into this world. (Okay, maybe less the 9 weeks that I didnt have a CLUE I was pregnant.)
Damn. Where am I heading with all this? As my girl over at Adventures in Baby Fat would say... ONWARD!
Six days ago when I got home from the Day of the Evil MRI I decided that I would go on a diet. Not just a casual diet. But a STRICT diet that would for sure show results. Results that would guarantee a more successful time at my next MRI in six months. So my goal is to lose 50 pounds in the next 6 months.
I am by no means a HUUUUUUUUGE girl. I am just a little on the heavier side of delicate. Maybe just HUGE. Yeah, thats what we'll say. I have NEVER been satisfied with my weight... what woman ever has?
So Mandacakes has been sharing her Fitness Broo-ha-ha with me and I have been eagerly taking in every bit of advice. Even though she claims that all this diet information is boring... I am soaking it up.
And I have been buying a TON of veggies and fruits. Whole wheat and healthy grains. I am actually to the point that candy and sugars are like poison. I just dont want them. Having a donut at work is the LAST thing I want. So in that sense... this diet is going very well!! And I do feel great. I even started riding my bike to work. Yeah!
The only thing that has really sucked about the whole diet thing is... my body is a little freaked out. I have had a little higher gas build up and some seriously industrial waste smelling number 2s. ICK! But moving right along.
So other than squirming in my chair a little more at work... trying to hold back the little toots that want to escape... I have also had the hiccups. A lot. The hiccups that cut deep and nothing will take them away. As I sit there at work downing water and holding my breath, I continue to jump with every hiccup and sometimes those little bastards escape right out of my mouth. The audacity!
So yesterday when one of my male co-workers walked past my desk and a hiccup let loose... he looked at me with a little smirk on his face and asked if there was anything he could do to help.
I politely looked him in the eye and said, "I will rip BOTH of your balls off and shove them down your THROAT if you think for a moment that you are going to scare them away."
See the thing is... I am not a fan of being scared. Are there any people that ARE fans of being scared? Yeah, I know there are some freaks out there that LIKE to be scared. Anyways, I have always had an unnatural phobia of loud noises and being scared. I think it started with my EXTREMELY unnatural HATE of balloons.
Yeah, thats right. Bring one of those babies around me and I panic. Full blown terror. I feel I can admit this to you... the masses... because I know that none of you will use this to your advantage and try and chase me down with a balloon. I mean, please dont. PLEASE!
At my 5th birthday party, at Wendy's!, we played this game where there are balloons all over the floor. In the allotted time you have to SIT on as many as you can and pop them. (My heartbeat just went up to 100 as I am typing this...) Well, I lost the game. Lame huh? The BIRTHDAY GIRL LOST.
Since I was the LOSER... my (competitive, military) father picked me up and started setting me on balloons and popping them, telling me and SHOWING me how easy POP! the game POP! was and POP! for the love of Christ POP! RYAN, why couldnt you do this?
So... uhm... yeah. I have NEVER liked balloons pretty much since then. Which has turned into a HATE for them popping. That lead to every LOUD noise... scaring the living crap out of me. Car backfire? JUMP! Dog bark unexpectedly? Three years off my life. Something fall to the floor? Out of my skin!
Which in the end? Great. Way to go. Cause I have to maintain a steady heartrate and blood pressure but my husband thinks its funny when I jump. Bastard. Hes lucky I love him. Cause if I didnt? He would have had his balls shoved down his throat a long time ago.
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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
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When I was five years old my Mom took me into the cul-da-sac in front of our house and took the training wheels off my bike. Handed me my helmet and said, "Ryan, today we are going to learn how to ride without training wheels."
Well, I basically said, "RYAN! DO IT!" I strapped my helmet on. Pulled my socks up to my knees and jumped on that little red bike and took control.
And a couple scrapes later I was riding circles in front of the house, having needed no assistance from Mom or Dad what-so-ever, without any little baby training wheels. Cause I was a big girl now, damnit.
We use to take family bike rides all the time. Whether it be just going around the block or on longer 10-20 mile rides as I got older.
When I was 10 my parents got me my first ever 10 speed bike. Yeah, that scared the living hell out of me. But it was the next step. And I was ready. My Dad and I started riding every. single. day. after he got home from work. Monday-Thursday we went about 15 miles. On Fridays we went 40 miles. Then on Sunday we all rode as a family and would do casual 5-10 mile trips because my sister was in the little buggy thing on the back of my Dad's bike.
Slowly we started taking longer trips and then my Dad had a great idea. Lets do a MS 150 Bike Tour. My Great Aunt on my Dad's side has Multiple Sclerosis and the ride raises money for research. We would then ride in her name.
Thats right. MATCHING shirts.
It was so we could spot each other quickly on the road.
You convinced?
And oh yeah, that is SO an Astro van in the background.
 Can you figure out which one I am?
And when I say ride... obviously the "150" part meant 150 miles. In two days. My parents were confident that we would do just fine and signed up. We trained until the day we left and all 4 of us (my sister in the buggy) finished in the two days alloted. We went from San Antonio, Texas to Corpus Cristi, Texas. It was a pretty cool thing. A very good sense of accomplishment. I was the youngest rider ever to finish.
But I'll tell you there were times coming across the cotton fields with the wind whipping us at 30 miles per hour that I thought I was actually going BACKWARDS. (By the way, do you know what stressed spells backwards?... Cool huh?)
A couple years later we did another MS Tour when we lived in South Carolina and my sister was big enough to ride. That year SHE was the youngest ever to ride and finish.
I just love cycling. I would ride my bike everywhere if I didnt care how my hair looked. Yeah, thats my excuse now. When we moved to Wisconsin a couple years ago, my husband and I left our bikes in Texas. But two years ago, my parents got me a new bike for my birthday and a little buggy for Bubba to ride in. Man, she loooves that thing.
I will admit this picture is from May 2005 but
she is damn cute and this is the only
picture of her I have in her buggy.
Totally pimped out with toys and her own pillow.
 I am excited that the weather has finally began to warm up and am so eager to get riding again. I just think it is so great that cycling for me has come full circle. I know we are a ways off from taking Bubba's training wheels off... but I can hardly wait.
Her grandpa is currently fixing up my little red bike for Bubba. How cool is that?Labels: Tidbits of Me Tuesday.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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I am stubborn. Since conception I have been. I always will be. And I try to considerate it... use it as a strength.
But there are times that I can give up easily. I wont even fight.
And sometimes it is so hard to walk away. To realize that there are somethings that JUST arent worth it.
And they should be. Cause I thought so.
But thats life... its never been fair. And it isnt going to start being fair.Labels: Tidbits of Me Tuesday.
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
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 This week I wanted to talk about color. Color and me. Me and color. AND NO, this isnt some weird way to "come out of the closet" and tell you I am gay. (Even IF I put up a picture of a rainbow... that doesnt symbolize anything... I was doing a little googling and found this photo... Beautiful isnt it?! It's Hawaii.) I just may have a name like Ryan AND be a girl... BUT I LOVE BOYS. Er... I call them boys. I call all MEN boys. (Even my boss I refer to as a "boy.") OMG. I must sound like a freak...
Moving RIGHT along...
My favorite color growing up was purple. EVERY. THING. was. purple. Then as I hit high school my favorite color was green. A dark emerald green. The first car I ever bought... after this incident... was a green Grand AM. And I have pretty much been a lover of the color green since. Blue is right up there at the top. But if it was life or death? My favorite color is green.
Most of my wardrobe is either blue or green. I really try hard to wear red but I think it clashes with my hair. And it makes the pink tint to my face... even more freaking pinkier. I CANNOT, COULDNOT ever even TRY to attempt to wear yellow. Yellow and I? We dont like to wear each other. One bit. But I will say at my high school prom... I wanted to wear a yellow dress sooooo bad.
I have always wanted to have a "Red Room" in my house. Preferably the bedroom but I had to paper, rock, scissors my husband over that. Yeah and well... my "Red Room" is my bathroom. The bedroom is blues and greens. Which overall looks great but its no "Red Room." The bathroom? It took me TWO GODDAMN FREAKING MOTHER FREAKING YEARS to find the perfect! shower curtain. In red. But I must say... it looks FABULOUS with the red towels.
Currently both of my vehicles are champagne colored. No. they. are. not. TAN. I know so because on my vehicle registration? It says champagne. However, to EVERYONE in the universe EXCEPT THE DMV... my vehicles are TAN. McDonalds drive-thru? TAN. Oil change place? TAN. My landlord? TAN. (to be honest though, I dont think many people know how to SPELL champagne.) The weird thing about the whole design of this? I wouldnt purchase champagne colored vehicles if it were my choice. The car? It was a SUPER cheap sweet mother of deal and it was the best looking car on the lot. The van? Well, my parents sold it to me for a dollar two years ago. A DOLLAR?! Hell the freak yeah! (My parents actually gave it to us cause they got a new car but I insisted on paying them. Mom said a dollar. I said "That's right. This bitch KNOWS how to stretch a dollar!") I didnt care if the van had been bright pink with green polka dots. IT WAS A DOLLAR! (Okay, maybe if it HAD been bright pink with green polka dots, I would have said no thanks.)
What's your favorite color?
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Monday, February 19, 2007
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I've mentioned before that I am a dog lover. The hubbie? Dirty cat lover all. the. way. We have to disagree on some things right? In that same previous mentioning I talked about how hard it was for me to make the decision to give my boys a better life than cramped quarters and an infant that we fussed over more than them. So my boys... Noah and Connor... are now on a big, huge farm. Free to run. Play. Dig. Roll in... ew... whatever, and they. love. it. there. and THAT is what makes me so happy.
 Noah is the one underneath Connor. If you can see them... lol... I actually got the couch after I had both of them and then realized... they all match! Noah is a mutt but mostly Great Pyrenees while Connor is a full bred Standard Poodle.
While on spring break my first year in college... let me rephrase... technically my second year/attempt at college but my first year when I actually went to school... I decided to get a dog. Growing up we always had animals, and being an animal lover and adult, I figured it was time to get my very own puppy. However, not having done this before... I figured the best place to start? Petsmart.
When I got to Petsmart they told me to go to the local Humane Society for the dogs but if I wanted a kitten?, they had plenty that needed homes. Uhmmm... didnt I just tell you I wanted a DOG. Oh, okay, can I see that cute tabby?
So as I was filling out the adoption papers for the tabby, Nikon, I asked directions to the Humane Society...
Nikon could open the cabinet and get in.
Then close the cabinet.
And gave me a HEART ATTACK EVERY SINGLE TIME I opened the door.
 When I got to the Humane Society it took me all of 6.7 seconds to fall in love with Noah. There were 6 puppies in the litter... 5 girls and 1 boy. All the girls were asleep IN the dog igloo and Noah was ON of it just begging me to take him home.
So I fill out the paperwork and was ready to take my little Noah home. As I was getting little scared Noah in the car with totally freaked out Nikon... I realize that I had done this entire process wrong. I mean other than getting a cat ALSO... I hadnt gotten ANY food, litter, toys, treats, collars, brushes... NOTHING. Smart. one. Ryan. (Thank goodness I figured out the whole planning thing by the time Bubba arrived in my life!)
So now I have to head back to Petsmart.
RRRR. RRRR. OMG... my truck? wont? start? OK. RRRRRrrrrr....... flatline. You have GOT to be shitting me. Okay. Dont freak out your already totally freaked out, new animals anymore than they currently are. Okay.
Call a friend. And explain that not only has my truck died and you need to pick me up? I have TWO animals with me. Thank you, please be here in like... NOW. Oh, and we are going to Petsmart too... I dont see you yet?... Where are you?!
My friend saved the day and I got Nikon and Noah home just fine. And with everything I thought my little fuzz balls would need. And more.
The next day I called my hero friend again, to take me to my truck. The piece of crap. So I get to the Humane Society and realize something really strange. Where is my truck? Yep, you got it. Someone. stole. it. My heap-o-junk. All that "they" left of my truck were the papers from the glove box, thrown all over the parking lot. Nice.
When I was filling out Noah's adoption papers
they told me he would be about 60lbs full grown.
At 110lbs, I realized they lied to me.
 When I brought Noah home, he and I spent every moment together and with my light school load, we were always together. He went with me everywhere. When my Fall semster started and I became Student Government President and I started working in the Student Activities office... our time was greatly reduced. And he got seperation anxiety. Bad. Very bad. I would come home to the garabge can and ALL OF ITS CONTENTS in my bed. The litter box ALL OVER THE COUCH. My living room area rug shredded into. little. pieces. all over the house. Then I tried crating him... and all THAT did was drain my bank account. No matter how big and metal and expensive the cage was? He would get out. When I came home and he had broken out of the cage. Out of the room via a huge HOLE IN THE DOOR and shredded EVERY BLIND on EVERY window... I knew I had to get help. I talked with a vet and he signed me up with a Dog Psychiatrist. Yes, you heard me. A Psychiatrist. That worked for awhile and then he prescribed Noah a medicine called Clomacom. After a couple months that stopped working. Last resort? Well, Ryan why dont you try getting another dog. WHAT?! So I can have TWO dogs destroying my house? Sure, absolutely. I will do anything. And thats why I got Connor. He was a surprise happening... I had no idea visiting a friend that I would be bringing home a dog. But it worked out. And Noah IMMEDIATLY calmed down. Sweet. I miss having animals so much and I hope that sometime this year we can get a puppy. I think it is "time" and Bubba would LOOOOVE a DOGGEEE?! so much. What kind of animal lover are you? Cat? Dog? Rabbit? Labels: Tidbits of Me Tuesday.
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Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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 I was born in the Great Land of Cheese... I now live in the Great Land of arctic-blasts-that-last-for-weeks-on-end Cheese. And while you could safely assume from a sentence like that I was born here and have been here ever since... that is SOOOO not the case. My little life thus far has been FILLED with moving.
In fact, let me throw some statistics at you and give a little explanation of each:
I have lived in 6 states:
Wisconsin, Texas, South Carolina, Georgia, Michigan and Alabama.
Being an army brat defiantly meant moving quite a bit. And it never meant moving across town, it seemed like every move we made... took us to the OTHER side of the country. Twice I ended up BACK in Texas. My stint in Michigan was short lived. It was my first semester of college right out of high school when I thought I wanted to be a cop. I failed out because I thought beating my best time in Minesweeper was more important than class. It was worth it cause afterwards... I realized that being a cop? NOT for me.
I have moved 20 times since birth:
17 of them after the age of 5.
My first number was 23. Damn. Then I had to think about what I consider a "move." If I took ALL of my belongings from one location to the next... it was a move. That would remove the 4 months I lived with a friend in high school, the couple months I lived with Mr. Bubba before he moved in with me and the time that I couldnt stand my roommates anymore and moved in with a friend for a couple months.
I have visited 44 states:
I havent been to Alaska, Hawaii, California, Maine, Oregon or Florida.
The year after I failed out of college the first time and as I was a recovering Minesweeper addict, I worked for Hardee's traveling around the country opening new stores when Carl's Jr bought them out. It was a pretty sweet job and I got to see a lot of the country. And a lot of fry vats, dirty bathrooms and airports too. Don't miss that part!
Then after that I worked for a company traveling the country doing multimedia presentations in public schools. Damn, more dirty bathrooms in that job too. AND bratty kids. But between those 2 jobs and all the traveling on top of my Dad being in the Army... I have gotten to see a lot of the US.
From Pre-K to 12th grade I went to 14 schools total:
Only 1 school I went 2 consecutive years.
This is a hard one for me. When I would make friends, it seemed as soon as I got to really know them, I was saying goodbye. I was always so jealous of people that have had friends FOREVER. We've known each other since kindergarten! I think that is such a beautiful concept!! There are only a couple of people that I occasionally keep in contact with since high school. And I am talking a birthday email or a card here and there. Nothing as neat as swapping stories from my childhood we shared.
So, to summarize the places I have been...
Favoritest place ever... EVER: Seattle, Washington
Cleanest place: Annapolis, Maryland
I dont think I saw any trash, ANYWHERE.
Funnest place: Casper, Wyoming
Most memorable: Austin, Texas
Best BBQ: Tie Cyclone, Texas & St Louis, Missouri
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Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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As my husband and I approach the 4 year mark in our relationship, I thought it appropriate to write about our rings. Not just our wedding rings but also our promise rings. And really, what girl doesnt love to talk about jewelry!!
Mr. Bubba and I had been together for about a year when we got pregnant with Bubba. We had already decided before that to get married, once we found out about Bubba, we wanted to wait to get married until she was born. We wanted to make sure that we really wanted to be married for us, not just Bubba.
As a Christmas present to each other (we found out we were pregnant December 12th, 2003) we decided to get promise rings... they were really engagement rings. We went to James Avery and picked out these.
I particularly liked this one because it was a HEAVY Lovers Knot. And thats what we were! Heavy in love. (Need a barf bag yet?) I know that many will roll their eyes when I say this... but... I have never really been a diamond kind of gal. Yeah, I know... bullshit right? No, really. My birthstone may be the diamond but I have never been one for the good ole' sparkle and shine rock. I am just too rough on my hands and busy with life to be nice to a diamond. It took a long time to get Mr. Bubba to actually believe me. He kept saying, "You can get a diamond if you want." I guess I made it hard for him to believe me because one of my favorite teases was "You know I am an April baby... I ONLY wear diamonds. Hope you know what you are getting into."
When it was time to get our wedding bands almost two years later we chose to stay with James Avery. Speaking of James Avery, have you heard of it? I was shocked to realize many people here in Wisconsin had never heard of the company. Of course, then I realized that they are based in the south. And being as though I have spent most of my life in the southern part of the country... I just figured everyone knew!! Shame on me! If you havent heard of them, take a look! I just love their jewelry and would definitely recommend them to anyone.
I will admit that some of their stuff is gaudy and some is... well... just plain freaking RIDICULOUS! I mean, COME ON... $75 freaking dollars for a PONYTAIL holder??! Although it does look pretty. I couldnt image wearing it though. I would end up having to shave my head to get it out of my hair. I dont need any 6th grade disasters again.
The wedding bands my husband and I chose were called Song of Solomon rings. The inscription is Hebrew and we fell in love with the saying. My ring would say "My beloved is mine, and I am his" and of course his would say "My beloved is mine, and I am hers." We then themed our wedding, I am my Beloveds, and my Beloved is mine.
We wrote our vows, I made the invitations and we were on our way! As I was looking through my "EVERYTHING WEDDING" folder on my hard drive as I was thinking what to write about today, I found the vows... and thought I would share them. I tell you... it isnt an easy thing to do!
In the presence of God, our family and friends, I, ____ take you ____, to be my husband/wife, my co-pilot in life, my one true love, my best friend, my constant. I give myself to you, and promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh and cry with you, to speak and listen to you, for all of eternity. So now I have a favor to ask! Share with me a picture or link of your ring and tell the story of it with me. You dont necessarily have to be married! Have a favorite ring or one you would love to have? I wanna see it! Cause I might not wear diamonds... but I never said I didnt like to LOOK at them!!
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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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No, it's not a tarantula... its my hair. (Of course now that I said that I keep brushing off my shoulder and running my hand through my hair. Icky!) Why I chose to open Tidbits of Tuesday with my hair? Well, as much as I hate to say it... cause it sounds conceited... I think its my best feature. And it IS a BIG part of my life. Maybe... cause my HAIR is so big.
I was born with bright orange hair that has turned into a color that I still cant put a finger on. Copper? Auburn? Rust? It is always hard for me to picture myself as a redhead. I know that redheads arent as "regular" as your blondies or brunettes, and maybe because I dont see too many redheads... I cant get a grasp on actually being one? It's like I forget or something. Then its like, oh yeah, I'm a redhead. You think I'd have it pounded into my head being called a redheaded stepchild, "obviously" hot tempered or Big Red. Pffft, bite me.
When I was younger I can remember going to the grocery store or any store and all of a sudden someone. is. patting. my. head. WTF!? Patting my hair. Usually it was some sweet old lady that was all smiles and giggles as she continued to PAT my hair. I still dont understand this. It STILL happens from time to time now. I mean, I wont lie I like to rub pregnant bellies... OF PEOPLE I KNOW! I've never been one to pat peoples heads. I dont think I am going to start though either. Cause... yeah... its creepy!!
It could also be because I am extremely protective of my hair. When I was eleven... remember that age? Becoming independent. Spending hours with a curling iron and hairspray trying to get your bangs to stand 3 feet STRAIGHT UP. Starting to be conscious of your appearance. Starting to like boys. Worried to DEATH you were going to start your period. Yeah, that fun age. Well apparently my Dad had had enough of it all and took me and my six year old sister to have our heads shaved. That's right you heard me. SHAVED. Well, okay, my hair was about an inch long all over. I consider that shaved.
Talk. about. mortified. I should have known something bad was going to happen... we walked into the BARBER shop and the woman (who didnt speak a LICK of English) spun me AWAY from the mirror and grabbed the clippers and all I could hear was VVVVVVVVUUUMMMM... and then felt air. on. my. head. OMG! This event sticks out in my mind SO MUCH because I remember THAT NIGHT I had my first ever dance. And I was totally smitten with this boy Jeremy Phillips and I thought he kinda liked me too. I couldnt WAIT.
Lets just say that I never made it to that dance. I am surprised I didnt drop out of school and crawl into a hole and die. My Mom tried so hard to get me to go to that dance. She let me wear MAKEUP and her clothes. Makeup people. At eleven. Now you KNOW it was a bad haircut. My Mom even took me out to dinner that night. At my favorite restaurant. And let me order WHATEVER I wanted... because thats what victims get to do.
So I developed quite a fear of haircuts. I literally have had about half a dozen cuts since then. Maybe. When I do get my haircut it is a little off the bottom. And that is it. And quit asking me why I look horrified. Cause I am. And it has nothing to do with you, hairdresser. Geez.
I can also proudly say that I have NEVER dyed my hair either. I mean, I can honestly say that I have never told my mother about the time that Mandacakes and I dyed my hair. My Mom put the fear of God into me about dying my hair from the moment I was born. "People pay hundreds to have your color, you will NEVER dye your hair. Ryan." Point taken?
Nah. See Mandacakes and I have an awful track record of causing mayhem! when we get together. When we were THREE we knocked the Christmas tree over at grandmas. When we were nine we snuck out at 4:30 in the MORNING to ride our bikes to the gas station. Cause we thought that was sooo cool. Not to mention when we went to the gas station... we brought home a cat and hid it in her room for THREE DAYS before being discovered. Well, this is ONE OF THOSE TIMES.
Every normal 16 year old is allowed to dye their hair. Mandacakes did. So she figured I should. Well, of course I was always jealous of everyone that dyed their hair... but when it came right down to it, Mandacakes had to peel me out of the car when we (she!) decided that we were going to the store to buy me some dye. After looking for about 6 hours we settled on a color that I swear was the EXACT SAME color of my hair already. But of course I was convinced it would turn out PLATINUM WHITE. And then fall out. And grow back green with bright orange polka-dots.
So we finally get "The Dye" and go back to her house. No one is home and we knew our parents would be gone for hours and hours. So we go upstairs and start. She is teaching me as we go and if memory serves correct, was dying her hair as well. So the box says to leave it in for 20 minutes then rinse.
Okay, Mandacakes 5 minutes then.
No, Ryan you have to leave this stuff on for 30.
No, Mandacakes it SAYS 20 so I will do it for 5 mintues!!!
Then what's the point RYAN!
And suddenly its been almost 30 minutes and she has won when, we hear... GIRLS! We are home! OMG. Talk about taking a crap in your pants. I am surprised I didnt. I JUMPED into the shower FULLY CLOTHED and washed my hair for an hour. I must have used an ENTIRE bottle of shampoo and conditioner.
My Mom never found out. But if she did. I would totally blame Mandacakes. I mean... to the grave.Labels: Tidbits of Me Tuesday.
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