I don't know if it is kosher/legal/acceptable to start your own Tag, but I'm doing it. I saw these questions on a friend's blog and thought they were good stuff.
How long did you date? 7 months (2 months dating, 5 month engagement)
How old is he? 31. But he doesn't know it. He always asks me his age. For better or worse, this also means he doesn't know how old I am either. The other day when I mentioned 'people in their 30's' he informed me I was included in that category. I am NOT, not until December.
Who eats more sweets? Me, for sure. He is a salty snacker, and I love midnight cookies and ice cream.
Who said I love you first? He did, and I burst into tears. I was just a few weeks away from turning 20, and it scared me to fall in love, even though it was what I wanted. Crying, I told him, "You're not allowed to say that to me. I'm too young." After we were married, he told me the moment I started to cry he thought he had totally blown it and he would never see me again. Silly boy, I still wanted to be with you, I just needed to compose myself. It took me a week to get used to, but the next weekend on our date I told him I loved him too.
Who is taller? It would be sad if I was. At 5'1", I was never concerned about needing to find a particular height of man to marry. He's 5''10", which is just great. Oddly enough though, he is one of the shortest of the people I dated or had crushes on. I gravitated to the 6 foot and up crowd - probably in a subconscious attempt to improve the gene pool.
Who can sing better? We both sing, but I get more compliments on my voice from other people, so probably me.
Who is smarter? We are tied. We joke about the fact that we got the same ACT score. He has more street and practical smarts. I am a better writer, speller, and thesaurus. He is better with business, computers, and math. I am better at life sciences, and he understands physics and chemistry... Overall, he is really smart and I admire the skills he has. I'm also glad I found someone who understands the big words I use and seldom pokes fun at my verbosity.
Who does the laundry? Me (on Mondays, remember?) but he could if I needed him to.
Who pays the bills? This is a trick question. Technically, he pays all of them, because he is the sole breadwinner in this family. But I do the actual budgeting and paying. We have long said that if I died he and the kids would be fine food-laundry-house cleaning wise, but he would slowly go bankrupt. Lucky for him, I'm a fan of Autopay, so all he'll have to do is check for the credit card statements and he'll be fine!
Who sleeps on the right side of bed? Me, at the beginning of the evening. But he is fond of telling me that I "kicked him out of bed last night." Yep, I'm a crowder. One of these days we'll get a king bed to replace our queen, and he'll have more of a buffer zone to move into before he actually falls to the floor.
Who mows the lawn? Nathan. I used to do the trimming, but he's taken over the whole thing this summer. I don't know if he doesn't think I did quality work or if he wants to give the prego a break, but I'm not complaining.
Who cooks dinner? Me, but he can and does it a lot on weekends. He's actually a pretty good cook. I'm great with a recipe, but he can create his own things and they usually turn out to be very tasty.
Who drives? Nathan, ever since we met. Even before we were married I let him drive.
Who is more stubborn? Yes. (That means we are both stubborn. Neither one of us is very patient either.)
Who asked out whom first? Nathan asked me to the Christmas concert and lighting ceremony at Temple Square. But if I hadn't asked him out for a second date, we would never have ended up together, because (sound familiar?) he thought he blew it. In reality, he kind of did blow it, because he was obviously nervous and it honestly wasn't a great date. Lucky for us both, we were attending different universities and had spent a week or two emailing before we went out. From his letters, I knew he was better than his first date showed. Heeding advice from Jackie and Sandy, the Fitting Room Ladies at Target, I called him up and gave him a second chance. I'm so glad I did!
Who proposed? Nathan, of course. He got down on one knee on the top floor of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building while we were looking at the night view of Temple Square. I cried again, but this time it was out of joy, not fear.
Who has more siblings? Nathan has 5, I have 3.
Who wears the pants? A lot of the time I do, but I think that is because he loves me so much and wants me to be happy, so he defers to me unless it is really important. When it's important, we each wear one leg.
What is his name? Nathan David
How long have you been married? 9 years
How long did you date? 7 months (2 months dating, 5 month engagement)
How old is he? 31. But he doesn't know it. He always asks me his age. For better or worse, this also means he doesn't know how old I am either. The other day when I mentioned 'people in their 30's' he informed me I was included in that category. I am NOT, not until December.
Who eats more sweets? Me, for sure. He is a salty snacker, and I love midnight cookies and ice cream.
Who said I love you first? He did, and I burst into tears. I was just a few weeks away from turning 20, and it scared me to fall in love, even though it was what I wanted. Crying, I told him, "You're not allowed to say that to me. I'm too young." After we were married, he told me the moment I started to cry he thought he had totally blown it and he would never see me again. Silly boy, I still wanted to be with you, I just needed to compose myself. It took me a week to get used to, but the next weekend on our date I told him I loved him too.
Who is taller? It would be sad if I was. At 5'1", I was never concerned about needing to find a particular height of man to marry. He's 5''10", which is just great. Oddly enough though, he is one of the shortest of the people I dated or had crushes on. I gravitated to the 6 foot and up crowd - probably in a subconscious attempt to improve the gene pool.
Who can sing better? We both sing, but I get more compliments on my voice from other people, so probably me.
Who is smarter? We are tied. We joke about the fact that we got the same ACT score. He has more street and practical smarts. I am a better writer, speller, and thesaurus. He is better with business, computers, and math. I am better at life sciences, and he understands physics and chemistry... Overall, he is really smart and I admire the skills he has. I'm also glad I found someone who understands the big words I use and seldom pokes fun at my verbosity.
Who does the laundry? Me (on Mondays, remember?) but he could if I needed him to.
Who pays the bills? This is a trick question. Technically, he pays all of them, because he is the sole breadwinner in this family. But I do the actual budgeting and paying. We have long said that if I died he and the kids would be fine food-laundry-house cleaning wise, but he would slowly go bankrupt. Lucky for him, I'm a fan of Autopay, so all he'll have to do is check for the credit card statements and he'll be fine!
Who sleeps on the right side of bed? Me, at the beginning of the evening. But he is fond of telling me that I "kicked him out of bed last night." Yep, I'm a crowder. One of these days we'll get a king bed to replace our queen, and he'll have more of a buffer zone to move into before he actually falls to the floor.
Who mows the lawn? Nathan. I used to do the trimming, but he's taken over the whole thing this summer. I don't know if he doesn't think I did quality work or if he wants to give the prego a break, but I'm not complaining.
Who cooks dinner? Me, but he can and does it a lot on weekends. He's actually a pretty good cook. I'm great with a recipe, but he can create his own things and they usually turn out to be very tasty.
Who drives? Nathan, ever since we met. Even before we were married I let him drive.
Who is more stubborn? Yes. (That means we are both stubborn. Neither one of us is very patient either.)
Who asked out whom first? Nathan asked me to the Christmas concert and lighting ceremony at Temple Square. But if I hadn't asked him out for a second date, we would never have ended up together, because (sound familiar?) he thought he blew it. In reality, he kind of did blow it, because he was obviously nervous and it honestly wasn't a great date. Lucky for us both, we were attending different universities and had spent a week or two emailing before we went out. From his letters, I knew he was better than his first date showed. Heeding advice from Jackie and Sandy, the Fitting Room Ladies at Target, I called him up and gave him a second chance. I'm so glad I did!
Who proposed? Nathan, of course. He got down on one knee on the top floor of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building while we were looking at the night view of Temple Square. I cried again, but this time it was out of joy, not fear.
Who has more siblings? Nathan has 5, I have 3.
Who wears the pants? A lot of the time I do, but I think that is because he loves me so much and wants me to be happy, so he defers to me unless it is really important. When it's important, we each wear one leg.
Nathan makes me so happy. I'm glad he is mine and I am his.
Now I tag Karen, D'Neill, Nicki, and Amy.
