I am having a serious case of writers block for my blog. I just haven't been doing enough entertaining or embarrassing things lately. My days mostly consist of fighting with Gwen. I am having a really hard time with her lately, like, a really hard time with her; as in if there were a slot open for five day a week preschool that opened tomorrow and cost a thousand dollars a month I would sign her up. Anyway, that's another post for another day. As a result of this lack of a life I haven't posted. So I thought I would steal a TAG I have seen floating around to help jolt my blogging brain.
What is his name? Blaine
How long have you been married? Five years and three months
How old is he? 26, but he is closer to 27 than I am ;)
Who said I love you first? Mmmmm. It was probably a tie. We were really dorky teenagers and said lots of codewords for "I love you" without actually saying it (like "you're the coolest" and that kind of stuff). I think if memory serves that he actually said the words first, but I was only about ten seconds behind him. If it redeems me at all I know I actually did love him first, even if I didn't say it first. [Don't make me pull out the journal entry where he said I wasn't much to look at again, it's just painful].
Who is taller? He is, by a full foot.
Who sings better? Considering I got boo-ed off the stage on the easiest level of judging in Karaoke revolution I am going to say that he is. That and, I don't know if you have ever really heard Blaine sing because he is really good. Especially when he is rocking out on the piano (I'm serious!).
Who is smarter? Well if we are talking about the "who knows more about two-bit-four-word-dual-access-register files, oscilloscopes, GPI express card slots" and all that mumbo jumbo then definitely he is. However, in the more practical sense of figuring out how to get from point a to point b, pay the bills, and cheat the system then it's me ;).
Whose temper is worse? Mine. For sure. Undoubtedly. I may not have the actually red head hair but my mother is a red head and definitely passed on that fiery temper (thanks a lot ma). I have to say though I think my temper is rubbing off on Blaine and I feel really bad about that.
Who does the laundry? Me. I have a funny post about that for later (see the blogging juices are starting to flow).
Who does the dishes? Me. He would if I ask and sometimes without me asking, but I would say that 90% of the time I do. It used to be more even, but ever since he started working like fourteen hour days it's been me :). Speaking of that, I really was under the impression that engineering was kind of a 9-5 job, what is this 6:30AM-7:30PM business?
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Okay, get ready for your jaw to drop.....we don't have sides of the bed. We just switch, not every night, or even every week, just every once in a while. I think it is because I get super grumpy when woken so if I fall asleep he leaves me be. Also we don't even necessarily sleep the same direction on the bed. You know like sometimes we lay from side to side instead of top to bottom (that is the advantage to having a really big king size bed that is almost square shaped). Weird, I know. Really I think we are just too lazy to rotate our mattress so we rotate ourselves instead.
Who cooks dinner? Me. He used to once in a while and then I noticed that every time it was a variation of the same thing, and I teased him, and then he stopped making dinner. I'm sorry! Actually sometimes I beg him to make food from Spain, he's really good at that. I love to cook though so I don't mind this one.
Who drives when you are together? Me. I don't say that with as much confidence as I used to, but for our whole marriage I have usually driven. Most of you can probably attest to me being a horrible backseat driver. I love driving, hate being a passenger. He hates driving loves being a passenger. I am good with directions, he's not so good. I can't sleep as a passenger and it scares me how quickly he falls asleep (to the point that I think he could fall asleep while driving). I don't know why it freaks people out so much that I drive. I got a lot of guff about it when we first got married. I like to drive. I know how to drive. Why wouldn't I drive? Especially when he doesn't like it?
Who is more stubborn? Me. For sure, it comes with the temper.
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Blaine; but I know when he does it really bugs him if I don't immediately admit to being wrong too. He's a very sweet guy who hates confrontation. We don't go to bed mad because he wouldn't be able to sleep, he stews over it and feels so bad. Me, I could sleep like a log.
Whose parents do you see more? They are about equal and always have been. They live about half a mile away from each other. Blaine's family is a little more intense (with more family meetings and reunions and parties and structure), so probably hour-wise we have spent more time with his, but of course I would get real mad if we went up and didn't see my family at all. So we would usually at least swing by.
Who has more friends? Friends have always played a bigger role in my life than I think they have in Blaine's. Blaine was the oldest and always had siblings and cousins around. I was the youngest and if my brother was around he was probably plotting some way to torture me (I'm more serious than you might imagine), so I sought my solace elsewhere (uh...Laurie's house). So in my opinion my friends are my family. Laurie is my sister. Ralphie, you are my brother. Etc.
Who has the most siblings? We have the same. 5 kids in each of our families. So you'd think that we would probably want to have five kids in our family, it being the tradition and all, nope we want WAY more than that.
Who wears the pants in the family? Boots and Swiper.