The Return of the Looney

Whoah.

Word on the street: Ryan Looney is back in Provo for the week.

I would like you to meet some of human race's finest.

THE LOONEYS

Megan: My other half. (No, but seriously). We are both leaving to serve missions this summer and I am painfully concerned about my life without this beautiful girl. The master of pizookie (another addition to an excellent wife resume) and the most loyal friend I've ever had.

Ryan: A smoldering, handsome beast. All that is man. Die-hard Lakers fan (barf), but we get past that. The looks of a warrior, the heart of a gentleman.

One of my most prized possessions is the Party With Looney t-shirt Megan gave me on my 21st birthday.

I collapsed on the ground and shed some tears when I opened it. I tried to get my paws on one of those shirts for MONTHS.

8 lessons I've learned from the Looney fam:

1. If you eat healthy, you live happy.

2. If you want to do something, do it. And do it right.

3. Do something new/outside of your comfort zone every day.

4. Crunch time is game time baby.

5. Don't stress the small stuff.

6. Sometimes food tastes better if you pick it apart, piece by piece.

7. You would be surprised how little you actually need to sleep in order to get by.

8. Play hard.

For a blissful moment yesterday afternoon I was in a Looney sandwich and I realized life doesn't get much better.

The greatest honor of life:

A stranger asking if I'm related to a Looney.

Yeah. Everybody wants to be a Looney.