SUPER CUTE YEAR IN REVIEW

What a great year it has been at The ppplounge. We have had some super cute times this year. We lived through the death of one phone, to the birth of another. We found out why this blog exists, and found out what a trip to Vegas with the Bro's and Foreman is like. You found out about twinners, and hugging it out. I also went global. It has been HUGE. Well, here are a few pics that didn't make it during the year for your viewing pleasure. Above is a picture of me and Linds, because The ppplounge loves the shots were you are holding the camera in front of you baby!

Tommy and Emma on Easter. Look at those outfits. I didn't pick them out myself! Couple of super cute kids I say.

Ah, the trip to Disneyland. The driving, the whinning, the charcters, the money blown, the hand holding, the cuteness. Yup, we are probably going back in a couple years. I think I should start saving for the plane tickets now.

How did this one not make it. Me, in my niece Darcy's hat. I look good. Real Good.

Ah, the last piece. At the Harvest Hills 9th Ward Christmas Party, we recreated the 12 days of Christmas. Can you guess what part I played? Tights? Tutu? Yes, yes, that is right. I am one of the 12 lords a leaping. And I lept. I'm really good at it too. Even has me thinking a career change. Well, it has been a good year. The aughts are almost over, and the teens are about to begin. No one knows what is in store for The ppplounge next year. One could guess more making fun of Foreman, hopefully an appearance by P Ricky, exploring the in's and out's of smasting, and other things of this nature. But for now, look back in cuteness, and get ready for a Super Cute 2010.

THE BAD NEWS

Do you remember Roberto? Yes, you do. Well, me and Pops played for Roberto on November 20th. I brought him to the match so he could watch me win in all my glory. I even talked to him before hand to let him know what would happen, and let him pick his own spot on my desk. Apparently, he didn't listen.

See, Roberto is a traitorous little dog. Me and Pops had it out for a match of the ages. And yes, sadly, I ended up losing 6-4. I am not very happy about this, as you can tell, it took me two weeks to post the debacle. And the little traitor, he now resides with Foreman somewhere. So, Roberto, you have fun with Gary Agassi and his mullet toupei, or however you spell that. But be forewarned. When we reunite, you will have to pay for your treachory. Concrates Dad.

THE GOOD NEWS

So, with the bad, there is always some good. After I lost my treasured, and traitorous Roberto, The Bro's and Foreman went to LES for the BYU vs Utah game on 11/28/2009. We were treated to quite a time. Mike made a lasting friendship with some Ute teenagers, Foreman sat on the row above us because he doesn't think we are funny anymore, and me and Jake were accosted by some severe Crop Dusting in the first half. Me and Mike also made some friends with an older couple who thought we were super cute, and super hilarious. See Foreman, we are funny. In the end, BYU pulled it out on the last play to Pretty Boy Mr. George, and we left happy. We even had an offer from a slightly inebriated Ute fan to take a picture of us. How very nice of him. BYU 26 Utah 23.

ps. I would like to be there when Karli buys Jake is Tucanos lunch. HA HA

SUPER CUTE FUN TIME @ L.E.S.

A couple of weeks ago, me, my bro's, and Pops (Foreman) head to LaVell Edwards Stadium (LES) to watch BYU take on the Air Force Acadamy. Fun times, all around. Can you see Provo down behind me. Yup, that's Provo. We check every game, and it's always there. And on the way to the game, we always let everyone know that they are in COUGAR TOWN. Yup, I am shouting that, because that is how we tell people. Foreman doesn't like it very much, but we do it anyway.

And this game, we decided to snap some super cute pictures of us, just for you. The only one who did not make an appearance is Foreman. He was off somewhere, ignoring us. I really don't think he thinks we are funny anymore.

This on by far is my favorite. Everyone in their natural faces. What a good time. BYU 38, AF 21.

DO YOU HUG IT OUT?

Well, do you? If you aren't yet, you should be. Don't let the swine flu scare you. Sometimes, bros just need to handle their business and squash some problems and hug it out. Check out my brother Jacob and cousin Nathan. Now that's a good hug out. Me and my 4 year nephew Zack seem to have a contentious relationship. But do you know how we make peace? That's right, hug it out. He smacks me for no reason, I push him and he falls down like he was shot, we hug it out. There is no problem hugging it out can't fix. Democrats and Republicans should hug it out. Hatfields and McCoys should hug it out. Utes and Coug...... wait, no.... hugging it out won't fix that one. So, the morale of the post is, you got a problem with someone, MAN UP, and hug it out.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes. It is my birthday. And it has been quite a day so far. First, I went to lunch with my Mommy. We went to The Macaroni Grill and had some pasta. It was just Ryan/Mommy time. We hugged it out too. It was very nice. Then, when I got back to my office, I found this. My wife, brothers, and sister conspired against me to do a big desk decoration. Check it out.

It's very easy to do work in all of this. Yes, I can do work.

Look how happy I am. It's like New Years!! I look super cute with a crown!!!

And to finish off the look, I got a ribbon. Who, who doesn't want to wear the ribbon???!!! Not me, I want to wear it. It says "It's my B-day". Yes, yes it is. And the crown? Well that says "Birthday Prince". Yup, I'm a prince. A very happy 31 year old prince. Anyway, thanks Linds, you got me.

On like Donkey Kong

So, twice now has my lovely sister Jennifer slammed me on her blog. First it was the Cure pics. I could live with that one. I did it willingly. But now Jen, you have crossed the line. So, Jennifer's reminicing got me thinking back. And I remembered her nickname in high school. Did you all know? None other than Big Bird. See the kids thought she looked like Mr. Bird. And I can see it. Can you?