Question For You!

Google just changed the GFC to where only blogger based people can follow using that widget.

Lamesauce!

Meaning, that I have a question for all you blogger peeps.

What would be the easiest way for you to follow my blog, or really any blog for that matter?

Google Plus?

Bloglovin?

Follow by Email Widget?

Facebook Fan page updates?

Can't wait to hear your feedback!

<3 Bri

Is It Weird?

Is it weird that I:

Don't really like the idea of thrifting?

{It scares me}

That I'm going to Zumba classes & the gym this week so I can get a pair of VS yoga pants that Ryan bribed me with if I get back to working out?

{I've been saying "I gotta start working out again" way too much, so Ryan took matters into his own hands}

That I am just now understanding the idea of investing in expensive and well-made closet pieces?

That I am the last one in the WORLD who has finally bought a chambray shirt?

That I forget I have braces on and accidentally try to take it out thinking it's a retainer?

That I am taking the advice from my 16 year old brother to watch ANTM for some posing inspiration?

{Jesse you skunk}

That I don't know how to freaking curl my hair with a curling iron?

Get mega excited when I have even one new follower?

That I report the number of followers I have to Ryan on a frequent basis, even when it's just one more from the last time I reported it?

{Ryan. I have 155 followers. *Next day*. Ryan, I have 156 followers}

That I have enlisted my hair school friend to "teach me how to do my hair"?

{How have I not learned anything from the past 20 years??}

That I chant to myself "perfect teeth perfect teeth" whenever I want to rip my braces off?

That I'm hopping around for joy like a lunatic at 50 degree weather?

Dress: Banana Republic via Platos Closet//Sweater: Loft//Necklace: Banana Republic//Shoes: Target

Ok, so I have some pretty amazing shopping stories for you real quick!

I got these heels for 8 dollars at Target. 

SCORE.

I found not one...but TWO hardly worn Banana Republic dresses IN MY SIZE for 12 DOLLARS A PIECE at Plato's freaking closet. Fate? Well duh.

Happy Monday peeps.

<3 Bri

The Story of Us: A Disneyland Newbie {Part 9}

On December 1st, 2010 we became Facebook official.

Gosh. Even the fact that we feel we have to do that is lame.

Anywho.

We drove the ten hours from Provo, UT ---> Corona, CA.

The whole time filled with conversation, movies, and hand holding.

Ryan & I get to Corona, CA at about 1am, where my family was still awake to greet us.

Ryan, even though he was exhausted from driving, is all peppy and excited to meet my family.
{He insisted on driving the WHOLE TEN HOURS. Now there's a man if I've ever seen one.}

I really didn't know how much I appreciated this until after the fact.

That I would be able to leave him in a room with practically anyone, and he would be able to not only hold his own, but make that person his bff five minutes later.

We hurried up to get some zzzzzz's and woke up the next day ready for Disneyland!
It was my first time touring the park with a D-land newbie, suffice it to say I  was pumped! 

His first ride on the Teacups!
Oh, and if it looks like he hardly had any hair.
It's cause he pretty much shaved all his hair off before Cali.
Without telling me.

I made him grow the faux hawk and scruffy beard back after the trip.

We ate at Blue Bayou, the restaurant inside the Pirates ride.

I was having fun trying to get Ryan smile "normal" for the camera, instead of one of those fake smiles that makes you look slightly ticked off in pictures.

 I win!

After spending the whole day & night with him, I started to realize that I have a lot of fun with him.
We are like two peas in a pod and get along swimmingly.


Best friend material?
No doubt.
Husband material?
I was still in denial.

We stayed at Disneyland all day, ate delicious Monte Cristos, rode all the classic rides, and watched the fireworks before we headed towards the tram to go home.
On the tram with his arm around me, my head buried in his shoulder, and the scent of his cologne in my nose.
I started to think that maybe, just maybe, I could get used to this...

<3 Bri