Today’s birthday post comes courtesy of Ryan’s fiancée, Cicely. Happy birthday Ryan!
But first come the fun facts and stories galore
So everyone can get to know you some more
Trivia for each year that you’ve been alive
So it’s kind of long because… dude you’re old.
ONE… he grew up in Greece and Spain.
TWO…he doesn’t speak Greek or Spanish. Well, kind of Spanish. The usual words like hola, queso, and donde esta la biblioteca?
THREE… his parents own a ranch in Pahrump, NV, where they have 7 horses, 11 chickens, 4 roosters, 3 dogs, 2 cats, and a goat.
FOUR… he’s an aggie at heart. He wears cowboy boots at his parents’ ranch and listens to country and knows all the words to every. freaking. song.
FIVE… he hates folding laundry. HATES.
SIX… when he was 2 years old, one of his mom’s friends gave him some water in a glass even though his mom warned her not to. Ryan ended up biting a chunk out of the glass.
SEVEN… when he was 5 years old, he was walking along a stone wall. He tripped and fell and hit his head. He was fine, but his head cracked the wall.
EIGHT… when he was 4 years old, his brother accidentally stabbed him in the eye with a goat jawbone.
NINE… I think Jessica Alba is his #1. I’m not too sure, because he mainly talks about Ryan Reynolds. And Ryan Gosling. Ryan <3 the Ryans.
TEN… his favorite movie is The Notebook.
More birthday facts after the jump…
ELEVEN… his favorite ice cream is Thrifty’s Mint Chip, because they’re the only ones that do it right: with small chocolate flakes instead of big ass chip chunks.
TWELVE… he can’t watch a movie without eating popcorn and Milk Duds. He tosses the Milk Duds into the popcorn and shakes them down to the bottom for delightful little surprises with each handful (except during Whole30, of course).
THIRTEEN… he can’t barbecue a tri-tip without partaking in the Hatley Man tradition of sipping on gin on the rocks with a splash of olive juice and 3 olives (except during Whole30, of course).
FOURTEEN… his first car was a 1962 Volkswagen Bug that he got for free when he was 12 years old. He spent the next 4 years fixing it up – he painted it a dark green with a purple ghost tint (or whatever it’s called), and turned the back seat into a custom loveseat complete with throw pillows. For all the leddez, heeeeyyy.
FIFTEEN… he is a human calculator. When he was in 1st grade, he would add up the items being rung up at the grocery store and call out the total – including tax – before the cashier did.
SIXTEEN… he’s a great and brilliant team leader. I know because he was my boss for a few years before I finally succumbed to his dimples and his smoldery hazel eyes.
SEVENTEEN… he uses his dimples and his smoldery hazel eyes to get his way.
EIGHTEEN… two years ago he broke his first bone: his wrist. From jumping off his horse, Thunder, while galloping at full speed.
NINETEEN… his son, Seth, plays ice hockey. When Seth was 8 years old, a hit knocked one of his teeth loose. Ryan was coaching the team at the time. He called Seth off the ice, yanked the tooth out, then made him get back in the game.
TWENTY… another time, Seth dislocated his finger. Ryan had him bite down on a pencil as he snapped it back into place. They eventually took him to the doctor, who said it was the best relocation that he’d ever seen.
TWENTY-ONE… one time he showed up to work in the worst mood ever. When asked why, he super glumly said it was because his daughter, Shelby, had just gotten her period. All the girls at work squealed and got all excited that she was officially a woman. Ryan was like, “Oh hell no, she’s officially a woman.” But at lunch he went out and got a chocolate bar to bring home to her after work, and it made us all go awwwwwww.
TWENTY-TWO… he checks out girls that pass by. But he doesn’t look at their butts or anything, he looks at their shoes and outfits. And he’s pretty catty.
TWENTY-THREE… when I go shopping, he helps pick clothes out for me, and a lot of the time they end up being better than the stuff I picked out.
TWENTY-FOUR… he follows @adorable_animals on Instagram.
TWENTY-FIVE… he’s involved in our church community as a Eucharistic Minister (one of the peeps that hand out Communion) and as an active member of the Mens’ retreat group.
TWENTY-SIX… In school he played soccer, baseball, football, and golf, and graduated high school with a 4.3 GPA.
TWENTY-SEVEN… he remembers all the details of the beginning of our relationship…first date, second date, etc. And he is displeased when he has to remind me what happened when and where.
TWENTY-EIGHT… he’s always on time. If he’s late, it’s because I’m with him.
TWENTY-NINE… two years ago, he started running. He’d run 1 min/walk 1 min for 2 miles and would swear he died with every step. Last weekend, he ran a total of 17.4 miles during Ragnar at an average pace of 9:21 min/mile and never felt better.
THIRTY… he has a goal of running 100 miles of events this year. He’s completed 91.8 so far, and will finish it off during Tough Mudder in November.
THIRTY-ONE… he has the kindest, most genuine heart in the whole entire world.
THIRTY-TWO… he’s allergic to pincher bugs.
THIRTY-THREE… he’s ambidextrous. He writes and eats with his left hand, but he golfs and bats righthandedly.
THIRTY-FOUR… he sucks at being discreet. If you try to mouth something to him or make some sort of gesture without other people noticing, he’ll be like, “WHAT? Did you say something?”, therefore blowing your entire cover so you’re just like ugh never mind. And he keeps insisting that you tell him, so by that point everyone else in the room is wondering what you were trying to say and you’re like dude. I was trying to NOT get everyone’s attention, thanks.
THIRTY-FIVE… he never uses lotion or moisturizer, but he has the softest face and foot skin ever, though his feet are much more impressive than his face. Seriously, ask if you can feel his foot – preferably preWOD.
Happy 35th birthday Rypie!!! You are an amazing human being. I am so unbelievably lucky to have you in my life. I love you <3
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