Unofficially Megan Rose Harris

Here is our new blog!

www.megryanfurr.blogspot.com

Ryan surprised me with a honeymoon to beautiful Oregon. We had so much fun!

We went horseback riding-Ryan's horse's name was Ronnie!

We went on a little motorcycle ride to the Cascade Lakes. We ended up riding for 300 miles...

Crater Lake

This is Ryan watching Rambo, which was on three nights in a row.

We watched it all three times.

We also got to go in a cave formed by flowing lava, on a river rafting trip, and we had a tandem to ride around the resort. So fun!

My new boyfriend

Ryan is now clean shaven with a missionary haircut. I feel like I'm marrying a whole different man!

I'm engaged!

One of the first dates that Ryan and I had was at the train tracks down by Vineyard. We set money out on the rails and a train came by and smashed them. That was the night we first listened to "Copperline" which is our favorite song, and all together, it was a very memorable night. It seems only fitting that Ryan took me there last Friday night to ask me to marry him. We put the money out on the rails and waited and waited for a train to come. A train never arrived, so we decided to gather our money and go home. Ryan got down and pretended to find one, and called me over to look. When I got over to him, he was kneeling down with a ring box. He asked me to marry him and I, of course, said yes!

Monster Truck Rally World Finals

We went with six of Ryan's friends to Las Vegas to see the Monster Truck Rally World Finals. How ghetto can we get?!? We were lucky enough to get in the pits and see the Monster Trucks up close. The first thing we see when we walk in the gates? A huge Monster Truck crushing a Lumina! Why would anyone ever want to do that? A Monster Truck Rally is actually alot of fun, and the World Finals are even better. I obviously didn't enjoy as much as Ryan did, but I still had a really great time!

Grave Digger is the ultimate Monster Truck--Though everyone knows I would have preferred the Power Forward!

Our Utah Jazz

Inspired by Tara's Chris Webber post, I've decided to jot down a few NBA memories.

Hopfully some will make you laugh-others will probably make you want to cry.

Tara's Jazz flag cape.

"Utah Jazz" painted down my legs.

"Karl, we've met before..."

Our binoculars.

Freddy.

Larry.

Devrie's bloody leg.

Thurl, Mark, Steve.

The posters.

Stockton to Malone.

At a time in our lives where our peers were experimenting in drugs, sex, and everything else, we were lucky to have the Utah Jazz to keep us from getting into trouble.

Motorcross Race

Ryan participated in his first motorcross race last weekend and he actually did a pretty good job! He's so hardcore.

So I'm a horrible blogger. I wrote my one and only post about 3 months ago-I apologize to all of you that have been left wondering about my life. I'm going to try to do better.

Recently, I was invited along on a Furr family vacation. Surprizingly, it was 10 times better than any Harris family vacation. (You know the Harris' can get pretty wild!) We traveled in a convoy up to Island Park, Idaho. That's right, we vacationed in Idaho. I had never snowmobiled, and everyone knows I'm not into trying new things, but I was forced onto a machine by myself, and I ended up having a really great time.