3 Cheers for 3 Years!

Three years ago, today, I married Mr. Alex Moore and we are off to celebrate in Hawaii. My apologies for the quiet week last week and the equal silence that will be this one. More fun and games when we return.

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We have had many great days and several very challenging ones, but looking back I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you, you handsome bow-tie-rockin’ devil. Happy Anniversary, Mr. Alex Moore.

Love, your lady.

Mon ALEX

Two years ago today I married this handsome devil:

(all photos by Studio 28 Photo, except second photo)

(PS – in the spirit of keeping some DIY content, I DIY-ed that veil, his and all the guys’ boutonnieres, and all the flowers – YAY)

In these last five years or so Alex has been patient, loving, and supportive.  Not every day was perfect, but whenever we did have one of those less-than-perfect days we worked it out, talked it out, hugged it out and ultimately grew closer, reminding ourselves that we want this relationship to last the rest of our lives and why we crazy kids got into this in the first place.  And for every rough day we had, we had one hundred wonderful ones.  Thank you, Alex, for everything – you are sexy.

And to anyone out there in relationship/partnership/marriage-world experiencing one of those less-than-perfect days, let me say that relationships/partnerships/marriages are a heck-of-a-lot of work, but when you find a good one and a great companion it is all worth it and only gets better and better.  At least that’s our experience.  That being said, if that partner is a jerk/cheater/straight-up bad person — get out, because I have had that experience too and it isn’t worth dating a dung-ball when there are diamonds out there. 

Anyway, tonight Alex and I have some romantic, laid back fun planned, then operation finish-painting-the-bedroom (almost done!) will recommence.

Happy September 4th friends, today is one of my favorite days and I hope you all enjoy it too.

RYANN-MAS

Today is my birthday and yesterday I got back from a nice,  but long trip to my home state of WA (which I will blog about in a couple days).  The reason I share these fun facts is not to solicit birthday wishes (who am I kidding, gimme), but rather to illustrate that (a.) I am exhausted, and (b.) it’s my birthday so anything goes, including this blog post. 

I now crown this post “RANDOM MUSINGS.”

1.  Dear Wes Anderson (you sneaky fox,)

You have officially done it again.  And thus you remain my all time favorite director.  In return for all the joy in my life that you have brought me, I will proudly spread the word of your fantastic new film, Moonrise Kingdom.  Everyone who is anyone should go see this movie, for it is sweet, imaginative, and transfers you to a world full of fond childhood memories and your first experience of crush-induced butterflies.  It is beautifully quirky, whimsically dark, and brilliantly funny.  The film is stylized in such a way that it could only be yours, yet the eloquent dance between love and melancholy, I believe, in this movie is the strongest of all your past work, followed closely perhaps by The Royal Tenenbaums and Life Aquatic.  Hats off to you, sir (again.)

The best part is, I know when I watch it again, I will find a million more things I love about it.

Always,

Ryann

2.  There are few things that infuriate me more than when cops are talking on the phone whilst driving.  It is illegal for me, it should be illegal for you. 

3.  Groundhog Day is a much better film than I remember it being.

4.  Which is worse for you Aspartame or High Fructose Corn Syrup?

5.  My friend is getting a loft in downtown LA and I am going to help decorate it, YAY!!  Watch out Rose Bowl, Long Beach, and Santa Monica Flea Markets!  Also she writes a killer blog that I read every day and you should too! 

6.  I wish I could sing so that I could be on the Glee Project.

7.  I started my graphic design certificate at OTIS College of Art and Design and I COULD NOT BE MORE STOKED!  So far it has been a blast and makes me so very excited about the future.

8.  I am DIY-ing, believe it or not, just my current project has taken a tad bit longer than anticipated (like weeks longer) so don’t fall off that edge of your seat.

9.  I missed Jenny whilst traveling.  Lots.  And while I love her dearly as she is, I sometimes wish she was tiny enough to fit in a little bag so I could take her anywhere, even though I dislike little bag-dogs.  I think I need to ask Mary Poppins where she got her purse.

10.  If I am ever in a bathroom –like any bathroom, including family’s bathrooms– if there is a curtain or shower door that I cannot see through, before I can begin any of whatever business I have in there, I must first ensure that there are no murderers or dead bodies in the bathtub/shower.  It is a strange fear, I will admit.  Just thought I would warn you in the case I ever visit your non-transparent-curtained bathroom and you wonder what the heck I am doing in there.

11.  Number 10 got me thinking about bathrooms and it reminded me of one of my biggest pet peeves involving public restrooms — phones.  Specifically people who insist on being on the phone while in the public bathroom.  Seriously, person in the stall next to me, hang up with your BFF, Tina while you take a whizz, what if she heard someone toot?  (I say toot only because I felt really weird about having a post with the word ‘fart’ in it – well shiz, I guess it was unavoidable).  I, for one, would think it was really weird if I was talking to someone and I heard a bunch of farty bathroom noises in the background.  Not that women toot or fart anyway.  Nor do we sweat or burb, because we are ladies.  Good day.

12.  I have decided if, or when, we get another dog it must be another corgi-mix, or somehow a short-legged version of a normally proportionally legged dog.  I have a dream of having a herd of short-legged puppies.

(I hate not citing photos, but these are all just Google Images – well except the first, that is Jenny and I, in which Jenny is standing up, not laying down)

Oops that last one is a cat, but seriously how cute is my fake dog family?

13.  I don’t want to get into a discussion about babies, but the other night I had a dream that Alex and I had a little boy and we named him Wesley James Moore and he was required to wear a bow-tie until the age of 10 (I mean, duh, his name was Wesley).  But how cute, little onesies (with bow-ties), little toddler get-ups (with bow-ties), and his first day of kindergarten outfit (with a bow-tie and suspenders).  We probably shouldn’t have children.

14.  Have you seen how cheap these chairs are at Overstock?  Once my dining table chairs break down, or when we get a bigger table I am going to get four of these and two of the armed chairs for the head and end of the table.  And yes, I know they are knock-offs.  I care not.

(Photos from Overstock.com)

15.  I think I am going to make my car into an art car.  The challenge with this is going to be avoiding becoming really tacky, really fast.  I need some ideas.  If any of you have any – that you wont be using because you have too nice of a car to sacrifice (I clearly don’t have this problem) – please feel free to share. 

Well, thank you for letting me have this day, bloggy friends.  I generally hate reading these kind of posts, so you don’t have to like it, just respect that it is my birthday and I don’t give a truck, ’cause it’s my birthday.

Also, as the card Alex got me today states, “If I were Jesus, today would be Christmas.”  Happy Ryann-mas.

WRITE THIS ONE DOWN

Ladies,

Since I am an expert in all things related to love and relationships (NOT), I feel compelled to share the following guidance with you:

If you come across a man who will buy you peonies, on a Wednesday, for no reason at all, trap, kidnap, or do whatever necessary to hold onto him forever.  Otherwise this man will be snatched up faster than an unreasonably low priced Eames lounger at the Rose Bowl Flea Market (seriously, who does not already own or desperately want one of these in LA??)

You’re welcome, women of the internets.

Gents,

Stop whatever you are doing right now and buy your lady some flowers.  No, you don’t need a reason, and yes, Batman Arkham City will still be there when you get back.

You can thank me for the loving you receive (for being such a sweet and thoughtful man), by buying me an Eames lounger.

UNIT B

As I mentioned in a previous post, we recently gave notice to the landlords of Unit B and we will be moving on to a new rental come July.

But before we get into the excitement of apartment hunting, the stress of yard selling, or the disaster of packing, here is a little of what Unit B has seen over the past two years:

*  Alex and I had a very DIY heavy wedding, so prior to the event itself we decided it would be best to move in then rather than add some stress to the back-end of all the festivities.  It was only a couple of weeks early but the point is, this apartment witnessed us in both the state of couple-hood and then as married folk, as well as the transition in between.

*  We found Jenny at a dog adoption event around the corner and she has pretty much been the best thing ever.  Plus Unit B has hardwood floors so the apartment has taught Jenny about traction, which is something I believe Jenny would say she is very grateful for.

*  We held many get-togethers with friends, including but not limited to:  Settlers of Catan dork-fests, margarita fueled guitar singalongs, Xbox Kinect dance-offs (the less coordinated, the better), Mimosas Volleyball and Pancakes (MVP) mornings, Christmas gift exchanges with heavy homemade eggnog consumption, and Oktoberfest after parties, which naturally involved things like Batman-masked hallway karate matches.

*  When we first moved into Unit B, literally almost every item of furniture was a hand-me-down.  Now, two years later we have started the daunting task of slowly replacing this furniture with items we love, very carefully selecting each piece.  This will naturally be a forever job, but it is exciting to have started this process together, I guess it makes me feel a little growed up.

(see below, ugly green couch – behind my silly dog’s yawn)

All in all, I believe this apartment will always hold a special place in my heart – regardless of how many more apartments we are to have.  This is where I lived when I married the man of my dreams, my best friend; where we had some of our first real fights, first real make ups, and this is where we grew so much as a couple and have really learned how to communicate with each other.  And of course, this is where our family has made its first expansion, adding the fluffy little bundle of joy that is our Jenny dog.   And now we are Team Awesome.

Now for a little tour — you didn’t think I was going to leave you hanging there with all that sappy stuff and no photos, did you? — for shame.  (Keep in mind, there is still a high percentage of hand-me-down/making-it-work business up in here)

Now raise your glass (pick your poison: beer, wine, Yoo-hoo,  Sobe Lean, Hot Tottie,  Ensure, etc) and let’s cheers to first apartments – may their happy memories always make you smile.  Salut!

Oops.. I just chugged the rest of my drink just thinking about apartment hunting.. groan..

LET THERE BE BEER

The Moore family has one very, very happy man in its midst these days.  Why, you ask?  Why else?  Beer.

It may be a big black box, but it will soon contain some delicious, liquid happiness — yes, folks.. it is a Kegerator:

I haven’t mentioned it yet, but Alex LOVES beer.  I mean, I know that most/all men love beer, but more than drinking it, he loves to make it, read about it, learn about it, spoon with it, write it love poems, and so on.  So to better explain the seemingly impulsive keg box purchase, please understand it will more than pay for itself in handsome man smiles.   Thank you, Craigslist.

Design-wise, it may be something we will have to work around, however soon it will be home-brewing time and then shortly thereafter home-brew-drinking time, and who doesn’t love home-brew-drinking time?  Well Jenny doesn’t but that is only because she isn’t allowed to partake, what a sourpuss.

Now.. to find an unoffensive tap handle..

 

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