Like Tanya, I am the oldest child. My parents are Jim and Liz Moore. My brothers Kevan and Bryce round out our family unit. My younger brother Bryce, got married a while back to Kerry who has become like family. I kid, I kid. All right enough with the routine.

I'm Beef.

If you know me, that's how you think of me, that's what I answer to, that's who I am.

I was born in Royal Oak, Michigan in 1975. So yes, that means Tanya is older than me. Which statistically speaking works out well. Right now women live on average about 4 years longer then men. So if we're lucky we'll be getting under each other's skin up to the end. That is actually a lot more fun than it sounds.

I mean if this website doesn't give you some insight into how crazy we are for each other, well then you might want to make it to the wedding. I promise you it's gonna be a little wacky.
I grew up in the Detroit Metro area, which gives me absolutely zero street cred. There were a few years in Colorado, but I wouldn't call them formative years.

I went to Detroit Country Day School for grade school. Dressed up one year as Tootsie (I was a dead ringer by the way) and only recently found out that my principal and future football coach thought that because of that I might be gay. Oh what fun tolerant times.

There were a couple of years where me and my brothers all went to a Catholic School. That was a riot. Yes, I was an alter boy. That's also where I started playing football. Which, if you're really good you've probably figured out, that's where I got the name Beef. First it was Beefy, and somewhere along the way it became just Beef. Works for me, better than the Wooly Mammoth name I had in fourth grade. I'm not even going there.

So, after my parents church school experiment we went back to DCDS. It was a little better this time. Well except for my 8th grade football coach wanting to fight me in the wrestling room and another future high school coach enabling him as the complete psychopath I assume he still is. If you ever run into him, give him my love.

So we managed to last a few more years there before we all transferred to crosstown rival Cranbrook. Best couple of years of my entire educational experience. If you make it to the wedding you'll be able to meet some of the fellas that I count as extended family.

After that off to college in Memphis, TN for a couple years. Long story.

Then Bryce and I moved out to Missoula, MT. Good times out there. Snowboarding, drinking and carousing. Made some great friends there, who hopefully show up and stop blocking our emails. Thanks Jeff!

Then back home to Detroit for a while then New York City for grad school. After that I knew I had to make my way to Los Angeles if I wanted to get serious about this film thing I kept telling everyone about. So I moved out here and could not get a job to save my life. If you've read the paper in the last year you might know that we just went through a big writer's strike. Well in 2001, there was 9-11 and the threat of an actor's strike. No work for anyone yet movies were still being made.

Finally I took a job at a gym. That's where I met Tanya.

You might say nothing has been normal since, but really, after reading this, has anything ever been normal?

I was born in Inglewood, CA and lived in Brea, CA… “The OC” for 5 years. During that time, another addition was added to our family, Chris Fakhouri. At 6 years old, we moved to Puyallup Washington, which is about 40 miles south of Seattle. It was great living there. Back then, it would snow a foot or so every year, so there were many cancelled school days. We lived right across the street from the school and there was a hill next to our house, so our school friends would get together and go sledding down it on those days.

At 12 years old, I got a paper route. The Herald, it was delivered 3 times a week. My friend, Erika, who I’ve known since we were 6, and who will be at the wedding, used to go on the route with me and help me collect money from the customers at the end of each month. It was $3.50 a month and that was before people thought about giving tips. They were the cheapest people ever! They would make me come back 3 or 4 times to get paid because they would only have a $5 and I didn’t have change.

My dad purchased a condo in Puerto Rico, so every summer we would spend 6 weeks there. After that, my mom, Chris, and I would go to my grandparent’s farm house in Rupert Idaho, a small town near Boise. They’d have horses and we’d go horseback riding all over the place.

At 14, my dad got transferred back to Los Angeles. We lived in Moorpark, CA, which is about 45 miles north of Los Angeles. It was OK, but there wasn’t much to do there. Pretty boring. They built tons of homes but forgot to add stores and restaurants.

After I graduated from Moorpark High, I went to Moorpark College for 2 years. Then I transferred to BYU in Provo, Utah and got my English degree. I’m not sure why I chose English, I just didn’t know what I wanted to do still. After that, I worked at a bank for a year as a bank teller, and then got a job as an underwriter at State Farm. That was the worst job ever. It had job security (although the office closed down a year after I left) but it was in a cubicle setting and I was a paper pusher. Ever see Office Space? That was exactly like my office.

In the meantime, my parents retired and moved to Marysville, WA (about 40 miles north of Seattle). My brother lives in Iowa.

The whole time I was working as a personal trainer on the weekends. One day, I heard a guy who had a fitness show on the radio in the Westwood area. I ended up going to see him and his gym, and he offered me a job as a trainer with the same pay. Hence, “the place where I met Ryan” (see Our Story). So I moved from an apartment in Thousand Oaks to Santa Monica.

A couple years later I decided to go back to school and get my Masters in Nutrition and dietetic degree at Cal State LA. Now I have opened my own business called TNT Wellness Group where I train high-end clients.

Ryan is one lucky man!

Well where do we start?

They've done everything in reverse and some might say bass-ackwards. Maybe this one time we'll start at the beginning . . .

They met when Ryan joined the gym that Tanya was working at. Tanya had just moved to L.A. from Thousand Oaks to be a personal trainer. She left her dreary job at State Farm to a chorus of "you'll be back." (Thankfully she hasn't!)

Back to Our Story. Tanya was living with some people she met at the L.A. Temple. To say that they were her besties might be going to far. She tolerated them and living in Culver City while following her desire to be a personal trainer.

Ryan in the meantime was working for a shady wanna-be producer who was trying to make the books he self-published into a couple of movies. It was fun but ultimately not financially rewarding. In other words zero dollars and going down hill fast.

One thing Ryan decided to do though was to join a gym. He's heard Tanya's new boss and his ads on the local talk radio station and decided to give it a try. Let's be honest, he kind of let himself go when he was in New York getting his M.B.A.

So now Ryan is working out at the same gym that Tanya works at. They never really talked, because they were never really there at the same time. They'd seen each other of course but that was about it. But, there's always a but, one day Ryan's job did what so many Hollywood jobs do, it disappeared. Well, The Better Body Maker (ie. Tanya's boss) offered Ryan a job to help with the sales and the marketing of the gym. Ryan took him up on his offer and started seeing a lot more of Tanya during daylight hours.

They started hanging out, eating lunch with each other and talking all the time on the phone (you can all see where this is going right?)

So right about this time Tanya is sick and tired of her living situation and asks Ryan to go look at apartments with her one night after work. Of course Ryan agrees, because, well that's just the kind of guy he is.

They look at some total dumps and not at all affordable. A couple even have mini-fridges and hot plates.

Now, to be fair Ryan has lived with some female roommates in the past, all quite platonic. So he suggests that his living situation really isn't the best either. In fact he was living in the Reno Street apartments near the Rampart District at the time of the drug dealing cop scandal. (see the television show "The Shield" and you'll get the idea)

Tanya and Ryan, on this particular day, when this particular suggestion is proferred, were looking at an apartment on a little street in Westwood (a city within the city of L.A.). It just so happened that down the street, clear as day, is the Mormon Temple. We couldn't make this up if we tried. Tanya replies that she doesn't think that would work out because she's Mormon. Well the sensitive soul that Ryan is starts cracking up.

She. Is. Serious.

Ok. So now they start talking about it. It could work out though if they kept it on the down low. They would save some money and actually get a better place to live in a nice part of town, maybe something near the beach. Ryan feels terrible about Tanya struggling with her moral demons, but hey living by the beach is why he moved out here right? Well that and the movie biz.

Well, they start looking at places on the weekends and doing the apartment tour that most Angelenos will be familiar with. One disappointment after another. Until . . . one foggy morning in Venice having coffee they spot an ad in the L.A. Times. It's in Brentwood. 2 Bed 2 Bath. Sound perfect. Price is ridiculous. They have to see it immediately.

That's the thing about L.A. You have about 10 minutes from learning of a vacancy to taking it or risk losing it. Seriously.

So they get it.

There is absolutely nothing romantic going on . . . for a while.

Well about two months go by and they decide to go out to dinner. On. A. Date.

And that my friends, as they say, is history.

Ryan and Tanya have been together 6 years April 1st. It's been a long strange trip. Many of you have joined us on our journey at one time or another just as we've joined you on your own journeys. And it's been great, the whole ride.

As Tanya likes to say, they are getting the 7 year itch but instead of breaking up they decided the best course of action was to get married and that's how you find yourself reading this.

Ryan likes to say that he knew he was going to marry Tanya the day he saw her at the gym while he was on the elliptical machine and saw her walking by. He had just gotten his hair cut and Tanya said her first words to him, "Nice hair."

Whatever the reason, whatever the truth is, this is their story and they're sticking to it.