Friday, February 15, 2008

Double Tagged!

Alright, so you want to know about my husband.

We met at a church dance in high school. He thought I was hot. Especially my legs. I have to admit, I started getting ready for that dance at around noon. After all that time primping, if I didn't look hot, it was time to pack it up and go home.
He's a goof. Most evenings at dinner time, he treats us to a joke he made up that day. I'll let you be the judge about his sense of humor. Here was yesterdays: (an employee is getting induced in a day or so, and that's what inspired this one) "Why do men fall to pieces and lose their minds around a woman giving birth?" get ready for it........ brace yourself.......They've had their menbrains stripped. Membranes, menbrains.....get it? That was one of his better ones. Here's another one: A city guy decides to give up all the hustle and bustle and get a job working cattle. He mystifies everyone by showing up on the first day wearing nothing but a creamy white substance. When asked what in the heck he was doing, he replied, "The bottle said it was Ranch Dressing!" Get it? It was a ranch, and he was.....never mind. You get it.
So here we go, on with the questions:
How long have you been married?
14 years this July. Almost time for another cruise! I figure every 5 years would be great.
How old is he: A mature, sexy 35
Who eats more? Popcorn? I've got him beat at that. Actually, neither of us eat a ton.
Who said "I love you" first? I think it was him. I can't remember exactly. We've known each other a long time.
Who is taller? Him, by a lot.
Who sings better? Uh, me. By a lot.
Who is smarter? He smokes me on IQ tests, but I'm not too shabby either, we're just smart in different ways. Some one asked me once if it was intimidating having someone as smart as him for a husband. I stifled my inner scream of hilarity and just said "sooner or later he tells me everything he knows, so, no."
Whose temper is worse? Me. By a lot. He is the soul of patience. But don't push him too far.
Who does the laundry? Me, unless I fall really behind. Then he takes a weekend and catches me up.
Who does the dishes? Our kids. Duh! Why do you think we had them?
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do.
Who pays the bills? Me. I do all the paperwork in the family.
Who mows the lawn? Definitely not me.
Who cooks dinner? Always me. Unless I'm having a freakout day, then he brings home something.
Who drives when you are together? He does. Always. He would almost rather die than let me.
Who is more stubborn? He is. He almost never puts his foot down, but when he does, you respect it.
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Hmmmm. That's a toss-up.
Whose parents do you see the most? Mine. They live in town.
Who proposed? He did. He took me to the Seattle temple and proposed on the bench in the trees. It was sooooo romantic! He's a very thoughtful guy. And he spoils me rotten. Here's what he got me for Valentines Day. Earrings and a pendant came with it.
Who has more friends? Probably me. We're pretty much his world. He has a few, but his heart is with us.
Who has more siblings? Me. We had 5 kids, he had 4.
Who wears the pants in the family? He totally does. And he looks really cute in them. Really, really cute.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

My Valentines Triumph

You guys know how I love to brag. I want you all to see what I can do and be jealous, and feel bad about yourselves because you're not as perfect as me. Here's an example for you to aspire to, or despair of ever being able to pull off:
My husband asked me last night to produce a 'valentiney' dish of food for him to take to work for a potluck. "Sure, no problem" I think I said. I may have actually said something like, "can't you just pick something up on the way to work?" I could be mistaken. This morning as I was skipping out to the gym, he reminded me of the potluck. I emitted a whiny sound like "Eeiiyugh". I decided against schlepping into a store while I was sweaty and gross. I would just whip up something delicious and bragworthy when I got home. Chocolate fudge pudding cake? Nope, couldn't remember what book the recipe was in. Lazy Day Cake? Perfect. I got the batter into the mixer, and it looked a bit thick. It had been a while since I'd made it, so I just shrugged and added a little water. The cake baked right up, and I prepared the coconut frosting to broil. I glanced at the recipe again, and I saw 2/3 cup milk. Milk? Shoot. That's why it seemed so dry. I swear, I only had the cake in the broiler for a minute or two, when smoke came billowing out the vent. I knew it was over. Behold:

Don't hate me because I'm such a good cook.

If you work really hard, maybe one day you can make a cake like this.
Just keep dreaming girls, one day.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

At long last......

After a long, drab winter, the first flower of spring! It's here, in my spice garden! Isn't she beautiful?