The Story of Us

Way back in the summer of 2000, when wearing glitter all over your face and platform sandals were all the rage, I went to my summer orientation at Elizabethtown College with my dad.

Of course, the second I got there, I started scoping out the boys while trying to control my embarrassment from my Dad. Seriously, Dad. You’re getting in the way of me flirting with cute boys wearing Quicksilver and Billabong shirts with their seashell and hemp chokers (also cool back then).

Then, I see these two cute boys with blonde hair. But the one stands out to me (sorry, Steve). Lo and behold, when we have to break off into our groups by residence hall, he is in my group. I tried to keep my eye on him but was way too embarrassed by my dad asking our tour guide how many electrical outlets were in each room, and if there are the same amount of outlets in all the dorm rooms…does it vary from room to room? How close are the outlets to each other? Seriously Dad? I was so irritated that at one point we both were telling each other what an embarrassment the other was. Typical father/daughter, right?

So because of the whole outlet/embarrassment fiasco, I lost the cute blonde boy. Boooo.

Little did I know, though that on the way to orientation that day, his Dad said to him, “hey you might see the girl you are going to marry today.” At some point in the day, his Dad pointed me out to him. I was wearing capri pants that day (with platform sandals. Sans glitter though…serious business that day. No time for glitter). Since they didn’t know my name, all summer he referred to me as Miss Capri and told his friends that he’d win me over! Right, right, right….

Fast forward to the first day of my freshman year. We do a little thing called the Freshman Walk. You are paired boy/girl and are paraded through town doing random things like humping a tree or proposing to a stranger. Wouldn’t you know I got paired with the cute blonde boy from orientation.

From then, we would randomly see each other on the way to class, which then evolved to him meeting me at my door and walking to class with me, which was good. I was hard to get out of bed in the am sometimes. Especially on Friday mornings…Thirsty Thursday’s were a big deal and hard to resist!!

Then one night (the night before his biggest soccer game of the season…sorry, Ry. Poor timing I guess!), I  got a little too wasted, and drunk dialed him to come hold my hair back while I puked my brains out. He did.  It seemed totally logical at the time, I swear.

Stupid me didn’t see how awesome he was until right then…plus my friends and I thought it was cool to see what he would do to try and impress me. Sorry Ry. Sorry I drug it out so long, but it was just too much fun. We really didn’t think you would actually come to our dorm room with no shirt on just to borrow some bread 🙂

From that puke filled night on it was pretty much these shenanigan’s for the next several years…

 like this….

“Dressing up” for a soccer formal. Which just consisted of wearing a dress (as opposed to jeans) to drink Natty Light out of a keg. I swear I am wearing clothes in this picture. And sorry Ryan, but the whole “growing your hair out like Brad Pitt’s” just didn’t work out.

and like this….

It was cool to have a “Pimp and Hoe” themed party. Wow my outfit was just awesome. 

and like this….

I swear not all of our college memories consist of us and alcohol!

But then we matured, of course, and decided to get hitched. 

Over 12 years after him holding my hair back, I wouldn’t have it any other way! We still laugh as much as we used to, and carry on conversations strictly consisting of movie quotes (people probably think we are nuts). It wouldn’t be a complete day without him saying something like “I got something that will quench your thirst” when I say I am thirsty (you see…I told you we matured!), or playing rock paper scissors to make a decision. 

The best part of it all are these beauties that we brought into the world…

For the record, we are totally sober in this picture. And I can honestly say the only thing different (besides the sober part) from this picture to our previous ones is Ryan’s hair color. He’s stayed the same freakin’ weight all these years…jerk. 

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20 Comments

  1. Shelley
    February 14, 2013 / 4:55 pm

    I love it!! What an entertaining love story 🙂

  2. Millie
    February 14, 2013 / 4:56 pm

    This is such a cute post. Thanks for sharing!

  3. Jessica Martin
    February 14, 2013 / 6:45 pm

    Aw this is so cute! I remember having an equally "awesome" outfit for that pimp and hoe party. 😉

  4. Rachel @ front row seat
    February 14, 2013 / 7:14 pm

    This is so sweet! How fun that y'all have so many college memories together before y'all were "official!" You two are so cute together..and those kiddos..precious! 🙂

    • Rebecca @ Mommy in Heels
      February 20, 2013 / 1:45 am

      Thank so much 🙂

  5. Cynthia Meyers
    February 14, 2013 / 7:41 pm

    There are two reasons that i love this little story. 1. IT sounds very similar to my own. and 2. Elizabethtown is where i grew up!Its so fun to find these connections with others. I just joined the blogging world and this is why. It so great to make connections with others you have never met!Thanks for sharing your story!

    • Rebecca @ Mommy in Heels
      February 20, 2013 / 1:46 am

      What a small world!! E-town is such a great place…best four years of my life were spent at that college!!! So glad we made this connection!! 🙂

  6. Sarah Beth
    February 14, 2013 / 7:51 pm

    Our stories could be the same, except he didn't hold my hair. I just threw up in his bed (in which I passed out in, not shacking). He stayed up all night to make sure that I didn't die. It was true love from then on. Oh and that night, we were at a pimps and hoes party!

    • Rebecca @ Mommy in Heels
      February 20, 2013 / 1:49 am

      Hahahaha! Isn't it amazing that our guys stuck around? I think if the roles would have been reversed I would have hit the road!! I guess that's true love though!

  7. Anonymous
    February 14, 2013 / 8:26 pm

    JT and I have one of our first photos from that classy pimps and hoes party as well 🙂

  8. Heather Davidson
    February 14, 2013 / 8:42 pm

    adorable story! happy valentine's day!

    • Rebecca @ Mommy in Heels
      February 20, 2013 / 1:50 am

      Thanks, girl 🙂 Hope you had a great valentine's day!

  9. Heidi
    February 14, 2013 / 8:56 pm

    LOL such cute and funny memories! I went to college in 2000 also, so I can relate to those types of parties! I love the last picture of y'all. 🙂

    • Rebecca @ Mommy in Heels
      February 20, 2013 / 1:52 am

      Oh yeah- pimps and hoes was just the tip of the iceberg! We never just had a normal party….there always had to be a theme!

    • Rebecca @ Mommy in Heels
      February 20, 2013 / 1:53 am

      Oh yay! Thanks so much for stopping by!!

  10. Lauren @ STYLELIXIR
    February 15, 2013 / 11:08 pm

    Awww … I LOVE this story!!!! You guys are so cute!! So funny how it all started – amazing that his dad said that on orientation day, little did he know!! 🙂 Wishing you both so many more years of happiness and movie quotes! :)Lauren xxwww.stylelixir.com

    • Rebecca @ Mommy in Heels
      February 20, 2013 / 1:54 am

      Thanks 🙂 It really is an awesome "how we met" story that I love to tell!

  11. Jeans and a Teacup
    February 18, 2013 / 10:40 pm

    Awww…what a great story! It was so meant to be! ~JessicaJeans and a Teacup

  12. Rebecca @ Mommy in Heels
    February 20, 2013 / 1:54 am

    I like to think it was meant to be too 🙂

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