Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah (2-Month Anniversary!)

{blah blah blah blah blah (Ryan is cutting spices while he dictates to me.)

So you may be well aware that Thursday was our 2 month anniversary.  Now that isn’t quite right.  Although the date says we’ve only been married 2 months, Hannah and I are sure that it’s been more like 6 months-2 yrs.  We have made way too many adult decisions for it to be merely 2 mos.  We bought a microwave last night.  Then we made the adult decision to put all of our wedding pictures into a wedding album while I read The Hobbit to Hannah.  That is completely an adult decision, and couldn’t possibly be made on the experience of only 2 months.  In fact, just last week Hannah made the adult decision that we needed to eat more vegetables and I made the adult decision to agree with her. (To be fair that isn't true. Although it is funnier to say it that way.)  Clearly we should be credited with extra time.  Therefore, Thursday might have been our 2 month anniversary, but Friday was our triple-awesome anniversary.

            I asked Hannah what to write next, and she said “Mr. Ryan, this is your blog.”  So I have made the decision to follow her advice and tell you about our 2-month anniversary date. 

Our latest grown up decision was to buy an ironing board.

Now on Friday night Hannah and I decided to skip the BYU-Hawaii game (we don’t have a TV and didn’t know it was happening until we were partway up the mountain [by the way BYU trounced University of Hawaii]) I don’t know if you’ve ever hiked the Y.  It is a nice, pleasant stroll up.  It’s only a mile and a half.  Straight up the mountain.  With a ten-degree temp difference.  And less air than you could keep a bird alive on.  Most of the way up you’re not sure if you left your lungs behind.  And your legs keep attempting mutiny, and you feel like you’re going to fall on your face, but the mountain keeps catching you every time.  The great thing about hiking the Y is that after you get to the top, and have been up there a while, you promptly forget the trek up and think to yourself  “Wow!  That was a great hike!  I want to do that again.”  It’s probably the lack of oxygen.  We enjoyed ourselves a love, so we’re planning on doing it again in the Spring, when the weather turns warm again.

            Hannah is calling me Mr. Dictator.  She probably doesn’t want me to mention that I’m dictating to her, while I’m off lollygagging {doing the dishes}.  I just asked Hannah if she’s adding stuff.  She won’t tell me. 

However, I digress.  The hike up was pleasant.  We took up with us an entire Little Ceasar’s pizza, wrapped in tinfoil.  Divided and lovingly placed in our daypacks.  At the top, we tenderly laid a blanket just above the foot of the Y and watched people below leave the massacre that was the BYU-Hawaii game.  It was pleasant sitting up there, seeing the unending line of red brake lights and white headlights, with the distant peal of victory bells far below.  I am unsure of how long we were up there (2 hours), however I enjoyed myself immensely, for I got to sit far away from the world with my wife in my arms, eating lukewarm pizza and ignoring our cherry turnovers. 

To be short in writing {too late!}, let me conclude with the story of the Englishman who went up a hill, but came down a mountain.  Or something like that. Hannah tells me it’s a great movie and I need to see it. 

As I sit here trying to decide how to conclude this, Hannah has reminded me that I need to include the word of the day.

Orphan: A person who has lost his parents

Often: Frequently

When you said “orphan”, did you mean “orphan” – a person who has lost his parents, or “often”, frequently? –Major General Stanley

So the moral of the story is Hannah and I are doing well. We love each other, and are glad to be here.