Details of our home.

Today while I was waiting for B to come home from work, I found myself snapping pics of the love shack.

Since spring has sprung and it's finally starting to warm up,

I can feel my love for all things bright and flowery intensifying. <----- is that a real word?

 Nice dust on the table, eh?

No lie, I love coming home and opening the blinds to let the sunshine brighten up the house. 

Aaaand...there are dandelions covering our back yard. 

On the reals, I love them. 

I think they are so pretty. 

Pretty?! Pretty. 

Check it. 

And here's the outside of our casa.

 It's just a small little guy, but I love it too much. 

I love the weeds everywhere. 

And the dead bolt that's installed upside down.

And I love that there's no garbage disposal, doorbell, AC, dishwasher, and washer or dryer.

I also love that there's enough closet space to accommodate a 2-year-old's wardrobe.

And enough cabinet space to store maybe a weeks worth of food. 

I also love that the sidewalk that leads to our front door ends in the middle of our front yard before it even reaches the road. 

Seriously. 

B and I love all the little weird quirks that make our first home together unique. 

We've had the best time fixing it up and making it a place of our own. 

I'm pretty positive the Love Shack days will be days that I'll always want to re-live and remember. 

Yup, they're that good. 

So anyway, that lover boy of mine pulled up to the house right as I was taking that picture up there. 

So naturally I had to snap a pic of him too...

Is he not the sexiest thing on planet earth?!

Gosh dang I love that man. 

So there you go...some decor, some weeds, some house issues, and a sexy man. 

All in one blog post. 

Two months say, whaaa?

The last two months have taught us that B hates the word poop, the living room is a better bedroom than our actual bedroom, the gas bill is begging us to run the heat less, Star Wars marathons are the best past time, and ignoring piles of dirty laundry is what we do best.

It has been a gooood two months. But don't get me wrong...there has definitely been some rough patches. Merging two selfish lives into one selfless marriage is tricky stuff... cuz let's face it, up until you get married, the majority of things that you do is to benefit yourself...what should I buy, what should I do. And now, all the sudden you're expected to turn the I to US?! Just like that?! That, my friends, is not done flawlessly. At least not for us! (and for you flawless couples out there, write a book about it, educate the world, and make millions). But hey! That's the fun part, learning and growing together, right?! And not to mention birth control...I literally started to cry at the thought of getting a dog. My emotions are crazy loco. Crazy loco, kids. You can imagine those rare (or not so rare) moments when B is wondering when his "cold hearted, non-emotional" woman turned into the mother of all womanly hormones herself. Yup, that's me.

But what I'm saying is this. I. LOVE. MY. HUSBAND. For all the happy times and hard times and frustrating times and funny times and baffling times and boring times and arguing times and sexy times and just all times, all the time. Happy two months Mr. Sanfy! Maybe after 5,000 years of marriage together we can write a book about how to have a flawless marriage and educate the world on all our attained knowledge and then make millions together. :)

In honor of my boy being home...

In honor of my boy being home, I made him his favorite raspberry rolls with cream cheese frosting...

Made them look nice with a fancy homemade card, that is.

A special thanks to Shirley's Bakery for making the best rolls ever, and for those plane pilots that flew Mr. Sanfy home in one piece. Distance definitely made my heart grow fonder.

So happy to have my hubby home!

I'm missing my man :(

Blake is on a week long business trip. 

His work sent him to Atlanta and New Orleans for the final four conventions. 

Cool right?

Wrong. 

I miss him so much!

We (yes, me AND him) are pretty much pathetic. 

We've probably said "I miss you so much!" via texting like a ba-jillion times. 

We're pretty much miserable without each other.

I found these pics of us from my freshman year in college when I was 18!

I swear we didn't date. 

Just hung out alllll the time. 

We weren't even friends with benefits. 

 I know, serious as a heart attack.

Didn't makeout. 

Didn't kiss. 

Didn't even cuddle. 

or hold hands. 

or hug longer than 1 second. 

Don't ask me how I was able to keep my hands off him for like...way too long.

We just liked to hang. 

And do things that couples do...

Like go on the Sundance moonlift ride.

(while we sat on opposite sides of the lift)

And watch movies till 2 am together.

(again...opposites sides of the couch)

 And for some weird reason, we would tell each other everything about our love lives.

I wouldn't even get mad when he would stop by to say hi and hangout with me before going to a different girls house. 

What strange times. 

But I must admit, I'm glad we were friends for so long before we dated. 

That's how relationships are supposed to start, right?!

And here's another one of us that I found!

But we're dating by this time. 

And B has a zit on his forehead the size of Canada. 

(I don't feel bad for posting this, the kid literally has flawless skin and pops out one of these big mama's like... MAYBE twice a year)

Rumor has it, Canada has made it's yearly appearance on B's forehead while he's been gone. 

I'm not even kidding you guys,

I can't wait to see my boy in a few days...even if he brings Canada with him.

Aye aye aye.

This week?
3 mid terms
2 group projects
1 paper
2 solo piano performances (freaking heck)
On top of work, dance rehearsals, classes, and being a wifey.

I've been kinda stressed, but decided to ditch the to-do list and go longboarding with my man. It's one of our favorite things to do, and now that the weather is warming up...how could I pass it up?! And of course we had to get dinner with the fam, then hit up Sammy's to curb my shake craving, and end the night with The Office.

That husband of mine...seriously the best to-do list distracter ever.

The Office.

Somethings about Mr. Sanfy...

ONE: He laughs so easily. Everything makes him laugh.

TWO: He. has. the. best. laugh. ever. (and no, this isn't biased...even when we were just friends and dating other people I ALWAYS thought he had the worldest best laugh).

THREE: No show makes my boy laugh harder than The Office.

Somethings about me...

ONE: I also love The Office.

TWO: Nothing makes me laugh harder than when B is laughing super hard.

So...you can imagine how much laughter goes on at the Sanford residence as we are currently on an Office craze.

We have watched it every night for the past week.

And it's great because I acutally watch some of it before zonking out (it's impossible for me to stay awake during ANY kind of movie watching, ever).

And it helps that B won't let me shower, or wash my face, or brush my teeth until after I have watched at least an episode or two with him to guarentee that I'll stay awake...I can't sleep with makeup on my face, I'm scared my eyelashes will break off during the night. (Apparently that's why my mom has short eyelashes...because she used to sleep with makeup on. Weird. It has nothing to do with the fact that she's Asian...hmm).

Anywho...I'm loving this Office addition to our nights.

Except it's causing the mattress to become a permanent part of our living room furniture.

Oh well.

It looks best in there anyway.

Oh! and also.

B is convinced that Jim and Pam's relationship is the best love story out there. What? Has he never heard of Bella and Edward?

Ha.

He is also convinced that Steve Carrell is the nicest celebrity in all of history.

"Ah! And Steve Carrell is just so cool and nice!"

What? I'm pretty one thousand percent sure that B has never seen nor met Steve Carrell in his life.

?????????

Reminder: make a grocery list next time.

In an attempt to help me cross off some things on my to-do list, the boy offered to go grocery shopping for me.

Before leaving to dance rehearsal I yell to him, "don't forget to get spinach and fruit!"

................................

I come home from dance and am devouring the kitchen for something to eat.

"um...babe, what did you get at the grocery store?"

"um...spinach and fruit. Just like you said."

Ohhhh, that boy of mine.

I supposed I can only blame myself for this.

No grocery list?! What was I thinking?

Guess we're living off spinach and fruit for the next 2 weeks.

Cheers!

Got myself a piano man.

Three things you should know.

1. Our house is now the proud babysitter of an upright Yamaha piano for the next few years.

2. Yesterday I finally cashed in my high school graduation present from my parents and now have my very own copy of all my favorite piano books and sheet music that I have grown up playing for the last 15 years.

3. B's biggest regret in life so far is that he quit piano lessons.

So what?

Soooo....add those three things together and you get a husband with all this new music and an insane urge to get really really good at the piano.

It's 1:30 am and I'm laying on our mattress (which is still in our living room...right next to the piano) watching B practice a song, then brush his teeth, then practice his song again, then eat some food, then practice his song again, then get ready for bed, then practice his song again, then leave the room, then come back in with a torn face "Rik...I'm conflicted, I know I have to go to sleep...but I REALLY need to practice my song!"

Hahaha it was the cutest thing. No lie. It's funny to watch his face light up when he hits the right notes and hear him yell "did you HEAR that?!", when he does an especially good job.

I basically had to drag his butt to bed last night so we could both get some sleep....but I hope this phase lasts for a long long time. And so far so good. Tonight I have to teach dance from 5-10 and when he figured that out he said "ohhhh yaaaa...you know what I'll be doing all night, practicing my piano".

Practice on babe, practice on.

Happy one month to us!

In a month we've learned that we're bad at grocery shopping, B gets anxiety when I wear his shirts if we're eating, you can go a month without garbage bags, internet, or cable...but barely, and Sunday dinner at the parents is the best meal we get all week. It's been a good month.... can't wait for the rest of them and all the valuable knowledge they'll undoubtably bring.

I don't cook.

Pictures number 1 and 2 - texts between B and I on valentines day.

Picture number 3 - Me, the next day, pulling out every inch of cooking knowledge I have and showing B what's up. Seriously....it's like I became a chef over night or something. Hey-oh.

THE story.

Hey kids!

Riki and Blake here.

Great news...

We're engaged!

Aaaaand we're here to tell you the story.

HER side and HIS side. 

So hey....here we go!

The whole week before I came home from Romania...B was being so sketchy! Whenever I asked what he was doing it was always "stuff." or "nothin." or something like that. Supes sketchy.

K yeah sketchy. Whatever. I would say more like, like.. Well I don't know, but not sketchy. I just had a sweet proposal plan and I didn't want her to know about it. My plan was to deck out this old rustic barn and just make it look super cute. You know, gotta create a nice environment for her. So like the hardest part was finding a dang barn. I would drive around for days looking for the right place. Finally I found out about the place. It was perfect. So I measured out how many lights I would need to light up the place and off I was to Lowes.

You see....just busy doin' "nothin".

Anyway.

I got home from Romania on Sunday night (best night of me and B's dating life, FYI) and Blake told me we were going on a date the next day. He said he had a study group from 3:30 to 5:30 and would be at my house to pick me up afterwards.

Yeah definitely wasn't at a study group. After three days of setting up the barn I still had a few last minute things to do.  So my brother and I went straight to the barn to finish setting up. I was getting super antsy and nervous. 

I got a text from B at 5:45 telling me he was running late.

Setting up took longer than we thought. 

And then a call from him around 6:00 telling me that he was outside my house.

Look at my man...being all gentleman like and calling me to tell me he was here for our hot date. What the heck?!

I wasn't really outside.

But his friend Eric was.

We got in his car and started driving away. We talked and laughed as if nothing was out of the ordinary...clearly avoiding the MAJOR elephant in the room. 

AKA: Why the heck was he driving me around and where the freak was B-dawg?!

Def. knew something was up. 

Meanwhile I'm back at the barn freak-a-leakin! It was all set up and ready to go, but I was pacing like a fool waiting for her to arrive. I was checking and checking and re-checking and re-checking everything to make sure it was perfect. Holy freak I was nervous. I don't know why, I mean, I knew she was going to say yes but I was going crazy. I told Eric to text me when they were 1 minute away and after what seemed like an eternity I finally got the "almost there" text. AH! Got in position and waited...

After driving way in the heck out to Mapleton, Eric finally pulls into this empty, black field. I was supes confused at what was going on. But as soon as he put the car into park, I see all these lights go on. When I looked over at them, I see a huge barn all lit up. There are white Christmas lights all over, wrapped around poles, and draped across the ceiling. There are tons of pictures of me and Blake hanging from the ceiling, rose petals in a pathway leading to a big haystack with a huge "R + B" sign hanging down, and the most handsome boy dressed in a suit standing in front of the sign...holding flowers and smiling at me. My heart seriously started racing. I basically ran out of the car, walked up to him as fast as I could, and gave him the biggest hug. 

Finally I had her in my arms and was able to calm down. I was so happy! And she looked so good too. I had a song playing and we danced. She had been back from Romania for less than 24 hours and it felt so good to be with her. I love her so much. So we danced, but I don't know for how long. We were just so stoked to be together.  

Ya...who knows how long we danced for, or what the heck we even talked about. But I just remember being so happy and so smiley and thinking how insane it was that this was actually happening.

I told her how much I missed her and that I didn't want to have to miss her anymore.

His eyes got all watery :)

They didn't get watery. Maybe I was cold or something. Actually I think I got hay in my eye. Or now that I think about it, the lights were super bright and my eyes were sensitive.

He cried. 

K, this is lame because all of you that read this are friends with Rik and you're going to believe her over me.. But I didn't cry. Eyes may or may not have been watery though. But can you blame me??  Asking the most beautiful girl in the world to be your wife??? Intense stuff.

Anyway, the boy got on one knee and asked me to spend the rest of forever with him. I basically shouted "yes" and went to pull the ring out of box to put it on my finger.

I'm like dude let me put the ring on your finger, I bought it.  But pharell she was so excited and I was the happiest boy on earth.  

To be honest, the rest of the night is kind of a blur. It all seemed surreal! But B and I were on such a high. We couldn't stop touching, and kissing, and hugging, and talking about being married to each other. He's going to be my HUSBAND! That idea still gives me the butterflies, how in the world did I score Blake Sanford? I have no idea...but I seriously can't wait to be his wifey. 

All I have to say is that I'm glad I got her while she is young and doesn't know any better because I for sure don't know how I got her to say yes.  

Man, I LOVE RIK.

And I LOVE B!

So we're getting married!!! 

And here's some pics...what's a blog post without pics?!

 It wasn't much to begin with, but I had a pretty good vision of what I wanted it to look like.

 Stringing all of the lights was the longest part...

 I got so stoked when it started coming together.

 Just after she said yes, happiest moment ever!

Once you're engaged...PDA is totally acceptable. 

High fives for lovers. Holla!

B did amazing, right?!

 This was me just a few minutes before she got there making sure everything was ready.  I was so nervous!

He looks freaking gooooood huh? That jaw line...I die.

January 17, 2013

Save the date!

                          --and her lover boy!

" What ever you 

decide to do, 

make sure it 

makes you happy " 

I've never been more happy in my entire life.

[Story and ring pic coming soon...I can't wait to tell you everything. You guys are going to die.]

Don't Mind Me... Just hacking your Blog.

Surprise! It's your boyfriend.  Most of the letters I write to you I like to keep secret.  Ya know, just between you and me.  But I think this little post will speak for everybody when I say how excited we are to FINALLY have you back! Lots of peeps say to me, "B can you believe how fast it has gone?!" And I always think to myself.. FAST? Are you crazy?? These have been the longest 3 months of my life! But you know what? It's probably felt like an eternity to me because I am crazy, madly, head over heels in love with you.  Thats why.  I've absolutely missed your guts Rik.  It's been hard not having my best friend with me everywhere I go. But hey, I'm ok with that because you have been doing amazing things in Romania.  I couldn't be more proud.  Romania is a better place because of you.  The stories you tell me about the kids say everything about how much you love them.  Gosh I can't wait to kiss your face and tell you how amazing you are! Thanks for being an example to all of us Rik. I can't say enough about how much I've missed having you around, but I'm equally happy because I know you have been giving your heart to young ones that totally need it.  I guess what I'm saying is thanks.  Thanks for going.  You're the best.  But lets be honest, I'm so stoked to have you back! You're my everyting and I miss you so much.  I love you Rik.  Have a good day, I can't wait to see you!

love b.

Happy Birthday lover boy!!

I guess it's no surprise when I say that I'm in love with Blake Edward Sanford!

And guess what?! 

Today is his 24th birthday! 

And guess where I am? 

In Romania! 

Sucky. 

Not the fact that I'm in Romania...of course. 

Just the fact that I'm in Romania on his birthday...obviously.

So in honor of his birthday, I'll tell you a bunch of pointless things about me and him. Mostly him. 

What kind of girlyfriend would I be if I didn't do that?!

A bad one. 

The answer is, a bad one.

Some Randoms------>>

There is NEVER enough ketchup on B's burgers. I swear the thing could be jam packed in ketchup and he'd still dip it in more. Ketchup lover? Or just a habit? I have yet to decide.

He keeps all of his shoes in the shoe box they came in. He has STACKS of shoe boxes.

I can't sing in Sacrament with him or pray out loud at family dinners if he is there. I always get a bad case of the giggles. I don't know what it is, but it's no bueno. 

He loves to write letters. I have an entire binder full of surprise love letters from him. 

His closet is super organized.

English accent? Terrible.

He always finishes his food last. Kills me! But we can't decide if I'm just super fast at eating, or if he's just super slow.

Once we bought a fish together and named him Wiz. We decided to alternate weeks taking care of him starting with B. After Blake's week, I decided to make it HIS fish, instead of OUR fish. Sorry Wiz...it's not that I hate you, it's just that I hate fish. BUT I really want a dog. Unfortunately, B said I have to prove to him that I can take care of an animal by taking of Wiz for 3 WHOLE WEEKS! So either Wiz will once again become OUR fish. Or, we'll never get a dog. Or, Wiz might "accidentally" die in the first week under my care... making it possible for me to not take care of that dumb fish and still get a dog.

Some Funnies--->>

Once I was in my bathroom and he hid in my closet. When I walked into my room, he jumped out of the closet and it scared me so bad! I screamed so loud, stumbled backward and sat down on my bed. Except for, my bed wasn't behind me like I thought it was. So then I was completely off balance and continued to stumble backward until my back slammed into my window sill, I sprained my thumb trying to catch myself, scraped up my arm on the side of my bed, and then finally landed in a ball on the ground where I started to cry. Yes cry. I was so scared, I was in some serious pain, and I was supes embarrassed!  I just remember looking at B standing still with wide eyes. All he said was, "I'm so sorry. That was just supposed to be a 'haha. I scared you!'..type of moment".

 Once B and I were making out (sometimes I hesitate to say making out...so I'll delete it and put "kissing" but we all know that "kissing" basically means "making out" so I decide to use "making out" anyway. Plus, I'm 20...20 year-olds make out all the time). As I was saying...we were kissing making out and he got a bloody nose! GROSS!!! After cleaning up [both] our faces, (like I said...gross), we decided to give making out a break. But then somehow we ended up kissing again. Figures. All of the sudden I feel something wet on my face... "freaking B! You have another bloody nose!", (double bloody nose? DOUBLE GROSS!). But he pulls back his face and realizes he doesn't have a bloody nose. Which only leaves one person. Me. I ran to the bathroom and low, and behold...I had a bloody nose. Freaking gross. What are the odds that we both would get bloody noses on the same night? We both died from embarrassment that night. But also died of laughter. So I'll call it a win.

Some Lovey Stuff---------->>

I'm so in love with this boy of mine. Somehow through our crazy lives, we became the best of friends. He really is the best person. His infectious personality is something that I have always craved being around. He makes me laugh every single day of my life! Not to mention the fairy tale type of love he gives. He makes me feel like the most beautiful and loved person in this world. I'm obsessed with every single thing about him.

So B,
Happy Birthday!
I wish I could be there with you today.
But thanks for supporting me while I'm here.
And thanks for loving me.
Even though I sometimes get makeup on your squeaky clean white shirts.
And fall asleep 5 minutes into every movie we watch.
And make you drive everywhere we go.
And beat you in chess all the time.
And eat all your food when I order something gross.
You're the coolest, and bestest, and funniest, and hottest, and most romantic person I know. 

I LOVE YOU LIKE WHOA!!!

xoxoxoxo, Riksie