Moab take two.

Here's lover boy and I on our way down to Moab. 

And this is us after a 10-hour adventure and no a/c in our jeep and 102 degree weather...

Can you see my hair??? It's so gnarly and ratty and a disaster waiting to happen. Can I get a woot woot?!

Good thing Moab can't get enough of us! We sure do love this place and getting to spend time with both our fams. 

Oh. And we just got back from dinner. Who knew it was karaoke night?! Don't ask me how I ended up there with Rose and Brenna while I also did the "Grease" shimmy with the 80 year-old DJ as we sang "you're the one that I want". 

It was a great day!! 

Mattress meets living room, again.

B and I pulled out our mattress and put it in our living room last weekend so we could have a slumber party and watch Planet Earth while snuggling and falling asleep.

It really is the best set up, so naturally we have to leave it there all week.

We don't even mind that it takes up our whole living room (aka: pretty much the entire house) and the fact that our house turns into a complete disaster.

There's just not room for cleanliness and tidyness in the midst of a week long slumber party. Hellooooo.

And I also feel very educated and well rested after finishing the Planet Earth series as each one is so informative yet impossible to stay awake through.

So that's cool.

And we have officially started watching Prison Break.

Anyone seen it??

DO THEY EVER GET OUT?!

It's super intense, and kinda scary.

And anyone who knows me, knows that I HATE anything that is remotely scary in the slightest.

But I'm actually loving Prison Break, it's sooooo good!

And for the scary parts? Easy fix.

"Babe, this part looks like it's gonna be scary...makeout with me".

So we watch the good parts, and kiss like young children in love during the scary parts.

It's a win-win for everybody.

And can I just say that I am loooooving your comments and emails regarding my last post?!

You guys are killing me.

And you know? Most of the question have to do with B and I and our history.

So next week (or maybe the week after that), I'm going to do a little something I'd like to call the R + B series.

Complete with...

Part I: how we met

Part II: our first date

Part III: our first kiss

Part IV: some break-ups and such

Part V: I love you's

Part VI: let's get married

And anything else I think up!

How do we feel about this?

Just overflowing with excitement?!

Good. Me too.

FAQ and about me/him/us.

Hi kiddos!

So I'm in the procces of creating a FAQ and About Me/Him/Us section for this little blog of mine.

Because lets be honest, my favorite part about blog stalking is learning and getting to know the actual writer of the blog.

And you know what? I realize that my blog is lacking that little aspect. 

I mean, I don't even think I've offically introduced myself here.

Whaaaat?

And since we're all about being 100% real, honest, and raw here at On the Reals,  I figured I'd ask you all for questions you'd like answered on anything and everything you want to know about my little life.

So shoot.

Ask me anything.

And if I don't answer on the blog, I promise to answer you individually.

I just want to get a better idea of what you guys want to know about me so I don't waste my time creating a FAQ and About Me section that complete bores you to tears.

So leave me a comment or Email me at

riksanford (at) gmail (dot) com

{or just press on the little email icon on the left side of my page to be automatically directed to my email}

Thanks a ton in advance for your help!

You already know you rock my world.

The Parade of Homes...and a phone call to my man Lebron.

Our weekend started out with the Parade of Homes.

and let me tell you, I looooove the Parade of Homes.

But I'm only a happy camper for a total of like, 3 houses.

I think it's because there's also a part of me that hates the Parade of Homes.

It brings back awesomly horrible memories of me as an innocent 8-year-old being dragged to the Parade of Homes by my mother and grannie and having to walk through every freaking house on the map resulting in a total of five thousand hours on my feet and the viewing of one million overpriced house decorations. 

But now that I'm an adult and can stick up for myself,

I demand that my mother takes my father instead.

 And I require her to highlight her favorite three houses.

And I also insist she give me her re-entry passes so I can enjoy those three houses with my hubby...

 for free.

And of course most of this is really her idea, I swear I don't really demand anything of her.

Because why?

Because one, I think she seriously thrives on the fact that I got some of her interior design love running through my veins and she feels the need to cater and nourish that love for interior design until it blossoms into a tree the size of jupiter. 

And because two, I think she realizes how torturous it was to drag lil' ol' innocent 8-year-old me through the Parade of Homes. Especially with all the delicious looking food that is fake, the hideous booties they make you wear, with all chairs, couches, beds, and all things comfy blocked off. A touture chamber for a child, I tell you. and I think that mother of mine is trying to make up for it.

But more importantly, ask me how I got my husband to come with me.

I'll tell you...

Countless hours of basketball being watched with him.

And don't forget trying to remember all the basketball facts he educated me on.

And trying to pass the basketball pop quizzes he'd give me.

And also having to watch all the basketball youtube videos he'd show me during commercial breaks of basketball games.

And laughing at all the basketball memes he sent me via text.

And planning our nights around basketball game times.

And actually becoming a legit HEAT fan through all of this.

Oh ya... he owed me big time.

Cheers to the Parade of Homes and Mr. James being the most loved and hated man all at the same time.

Speaking of, my mom is a Lebron hater and said we can drive any car of hers for a month if the Heat won the playoffs. So hey mom! That'll be one Jeep 4-door for the month of July, please!

And also...B somehow got Lebron James' cell phone number.

Apparently it got leaked onto the internet.

Legit.

Ring. Ring. Answering machine picks up.

"this is Lebron, leave a message"

AHHH!

You best believe B dialed his number twice for me and let me leave a message declaring my love for him and his skill.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE temple pictures.

The other night I got a little package in the mail that had all our temple pictures in them. 

I was so excited and spent the night going googly eyes over my handsome husband. 

I'm pretty sure he's the most photogenic person on planet earth and I love him for it. 

**side story**

So we drove to the temple together and that's just a funny car ride for all soon-to-be couples, I'm sure.

You can only imagine, we're just both so excited to be married and there's just really not that much to say! 

Because...

 1. You've already said how excited you are to be married like 20 million times and 

2. talking about anything other than how excited you are to be married just seems weird and gross. 

So anyway...during that awesome car ride, B says, "we're getting married" and then paused for a little bit, looked at me, then with the hugest/giggliest smile on his face yelled "YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND!"

I died you guys, I was laughing so hard. 

He literally seemed like a little boy in that moment and it just melted my heart like a grape popsicle. 

So...I love him for that too.

And here's a picture overload for you, cuz you know what they say...

Why show 1 wedding pic, when you can show 80.  

Enjoy. 

^^ can we please have a moment to admire this picture? I died when I saw it...drool city, if you will. 

Thanks to my cuzzo Christina for the piccy's! You da best there ever was.

In honor of 5 months...

In the last five months we have learned that...

+ we can go a whole month without having to do laundry

+ frozen pizza and cold cereal is the only food we eat at home

+ a sauna is cooler than our house

+ b loves to pluck my eyebrows

+ a massage is the fastest way to my man's heart

+ tortilla bar is overrated

+ we spend (waste?) most our money buying gifts for each other

+ I'm now super educated on the art of basketball and Chris Anderson is my homeboy

And after 5 months we're about as good at this whole marriage as we were at month one.

Experts, you could say. 

:)

Riiiiiight. 

Happy five months Lover Boy!

They've been the most exciting, confusing, funniest, emotional, loving, and sexy months of my life!

I love you like a love song, baby. 

Just a bunch of good news.

Congrats to Aislynn on winning $25 to Peek A Boo Chic! Email me baby and we'll get you all hooked up :) and thanks for all those who entered. You rock my world. 

And in other good news...

I found my new favorite pants at the Orem SummerFest for a whopping 10 bucks! I must be living under the stars, kids. 

I love them. 

B says they're "cool". 

And my mom asked if I stole them from a genie. 

But whatevs...I still love them soooo much. 

Aaaaaand...we surprised my dad with a pup for Father's Day!

A lot more on this later...but just know I'm completely obsessed and my family is in love. And that boy of mine? Soooo happy that I finally have an Akita in my life that he doesn't have to raise, pay for, or clean up after. Like I said, living under the stars kids...living under the stars.

It's a Peek A Boo Chic GIVEAWAY!

For today's post, I'm excited to be teaming up with Peek A Boo Chic.

Peek A Boo Chic specializes in the cutest skirt/dress extenders that can be used to add length, layer, and texture to any skirt or dress.

I don't know about you peeps, but so many of my skirts and dresses are too short or tend to ride up my legs whenever I sit down,

(which is becoming a serious problem with my latest and greatest 'underwear', if you're catching my drift). 

And to be completely honest, I've always overlooked these skirt extenders thinking they would look totally tacky on me! 

However, my new lace skirt extender has become my new best friend and I actually love it. 

I've paired my skirt extender with three different looks: chic, classy, and comfort to show how cute and versatile these little extenders can be!

Today, Peek A Boo Chic is giving one lucky On the Reals reader a $25.00 gift card to Peek A Boo Chic!

 To enter to win:

Click HERE and like Peek A Boo Chic on Facebook

Yup, simple as that kids!

AND don't forget to comment below saying you 'liked' Peek A Boo Chic's Facebook Page.

Thanks for reading, and good luck!

Behind and Overwhelmed. and the sand duuuunes.

You guys.

I have way too many things to post about.

The dance conert.

My birthday.

Sand dunes.

A giveaway.

Me and B's latest purchase.

How much I loathe running.

My rockstar graduated sister.

And lots of other worthless stuff.

And all this ish is resulting in zero posts.

Or weird/random posts about my husband loving yardwork. (?)

It's like when you have a huge final to study for and 12 assignments due and then suddenly finding yourself 100% obsessed and consumed with Instagram.

Or when you're supposed to be cleaning your house, and 5 hours later all your journals and yearbooks are read and your house is somehow messier than it was 5 hours ago.

BUT, in an honest attempt to document all things good and fun in life...

Here's the Sand Dunes!

 ^^ how hot and sexy does B look?! Kills me.

I was dying at how good everyone was.

You should have seen B and his family on these things.

They are fearless and all things totally rad.

Especially Lover Boy...such a turn on.

Gosh, he's such a manly man.

So listen.

I had WAY too many "oh shizzy" moments here.

(Sorry Granny...but it's true).

It's just that you have to go super fast up these huge sand hills so you don't get stuck or roll over,

but you don't know what's on the other side of the hill.

And when the other side of the hill is a steep drop that you can't stop your wheeler from going down super fast, some words (from sheer panic) are thought and sometimes voiced.

Curse you sand dunes for making a curser out of me.

But for sure, the best part of the trip was being with BOTH my fams.

It was a Laws/Sanford vacay and it was so so so fun being with everyone.

So big thanks to the Sanford's for letting us use all their wheelers (they have like 20, I swear).

And for converting me to the wonderful world of 4-wheeling.

I'm completing obsessed.

You guys, I even went off a jump. More than once. Even got some air. And didn't even curse everytime.