So basically, Ryan's awesome. I could technically end the post right there, but I'll go on. Recently, Ryan and I have been doing lots of future planning because we're almost done university. And by 'almost', I mean that Ryan will successfully complete a Bachelors of Administration while his wife, me, will end up with an Associates Degree at the end of next year (Thanks to poor planning and absurd advice from the Arts Department at a 'nameless' post secondary institution). So now I'll give you somewhat of a chart/timeline of our lives as per the next three years.
Fall 2011
Ryan: Begin his final year of his Bachelors of Business Administration.
Whitney: Begin her 4th of university with no end in sight.
Winter 2012
Ryan: Finish his degree, while probably getting a full time job while taking 4th year courses. A slight possibility of homework and a large chance of mastering Donkey Kong on the Wii.
Whitney: More willy nilly courses.
Spring 2012
Ryan: Start a job at an esteemed accounting firm in our hometown. (CONGRATS, honey, for scoring your dream job a year before you even start!)
Whitney: Set up house- paint, shop for furniture. Take the same job I've had for the past 5 summers. Pester Ryan about having kids.
2013
Ryan: Moving up in an esteemed accounting firm because he's a genius.
Whitney: Register for more online courses in hopes to eventually finish some sort of degree. Pester Ryan about having kids.
2014
Ryan: Become Chartered Accountant and make millions.
Whitney: Pester Ryan about having kids.
Again, Congratulations to my wonderful husband for getting your dream job!
Wait...does this means we can have kids*?
*Kidding!
So after realizing that I haven't blogged nearly as much as I wanted to in May, I figured that I should share Ryan's latest...experience. Heat stroke.
After a fantastic golf game celebrating my mom-in-law's [29th] birthday, Ryan said he was a tad queasy. So I tossed him a water bottle, and he went to lie down while I watched the finale of Survivor: Redemption Island (Season 22: yes, I'm still watching). Just as Isla, my niece, and I jumped for joy at Boston Rob's ten year awaited win, Ryan dashed for the bathroom and lost his lunch...in a few words.
"That's it!" I said, "I'm taking you in!" After equipping our bathroom garbage can with three plastic bags (just in case), we hopped, neh, I hopped and Ryan hobbled into the truck and off we went to the hospital.
Wait time: 45 minutes. Not bad considering that one premie, one toddler, and one seriously stoned adolescent were admitted before Ryan.
"KKKsshhhhh...RYAN.......RYAN.....KKKsshh." Translation: intercom.
As the woman behind the glass shield began asking semi-relevant questions about Ryan's condition, he was overcome, once again, and dashed to the bathroom, leaving no time to even close the door. Needless to say, the entire main floor knew that Ryan was...ill.
After an entire bag of IV fluids and a shot in the hip, Ryan was sent home to recover. So all in all, an eventful Sunday.
**May I also mention our golf scores.
Whitney: 50. Ryan: 51. It counts as a win :)
If any of you are 'The Office' fans, you are well aware of Creed's blog: creedthoughts.com/creedthoughts, which just happens to be a word document saved to his desktop that no one but Ryan Howard will every read. Anyway, wouldn't it be interesting if Kramer had a blog? I think it would. So I'm going to make up his thoughts.
Kramer's thoughts on Stephen Harper: I'm going to ask him to join me when I attend Mickey Mantle's Baseball Fantasy Retreat. Looks like a guy who could use some Gatorade.
Kramer's thoughts on The Olive Garden: It would be better if it was a pizza joint where you could make your own pie...like Subway, but with pizza.
Kramer's thoughts on the Wii: I throw things at the TV all the time...
Kramer's thoughts on the UFC: I know a guy; I could get you in for free if you'll trade him a chicken.
Kramer's thoughts on world domination: I once played a game of 'Risk' with Newman that lasted 6 days. I think I could handle world domination.
Kramer's thoughts on bath toys: Waste of time. I once made a full meal while in the shower, complete with a starter salad.
