Enough about me... a meme about the Man

I can dress him up...


He puts the kids to bed...



He takes them drinking...

How can I not love him?

I borrowed this meme from Danigirl at Postcards from the Mothership, who in turn I think borrowed it from Slouching Mom. Both uber bloggers of the highest degree. I worked on this a while ago, saving it for a rainy NaBloPoMo day. So it's a windy NaBlo day, the perfect opportunity...

1. Who is your man?
Ian, the hubster, a.k.a. Dad, Dadster, Daddy.

2. How long have you been together?
It’s been over 20 years – whew! And despite my tendency to do so, I am not exaggerating.

3. How long did you date?
We dated almost 6 years before we got engaged. We did quite a bit of couple stuff before taking the plunge. A bit of a weird period at the end there, some contentious stuff, but all worked out in the end.

4. How old is your man?
A three years older than me, so mid-30-10s.

5. Who eats more?
Gotta be me. I have a huge appetite and can barely restrain myself. He has some restraint. Maybe that’s the difference.

6. Who said “I love you” first?
I think it was him actually. And me probably in the next split second.

7. Who is taller?
He is, about 5 inches or so.

8. Who sings better?
Me; I’m not the best but I can even harmonize if I’m intoxicated. He’s worse. He tries and can hit some but not most notes.

9. Who is smarter?
Hmm… tough one. I think he is ultimately. I perhaps am more book smart, and I pick things up pretty quickly, but I keep it in the brain only when I need it. Other than that, I throw it out of my mind. Does that make me more operationally efficient, being “Just In Time” with my knowledge? I have a mind for stupid, trivial facts, but that lowers my smart quotient in my opinion.

Ian actually absorbs the information, retains it and is able to use it later, sometimes eons later. And he can relay the information and frame it so others understand it easily. He should have been a teacher.

10. Whose temper is worse?
Mine, hands down.

11. Who does the laundry?
I’d say 60/40 with him being 60.

12. Who takes out the garbage?
I take it to the garage; he takes it to the curb. I do all the recycling because "smart" me proved that I could package things better. Who’s the smart one again?

13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
Which way are you looking? If you’re looking at the head, him; if at the foot, me.

14. Who pays the bills?
Me, because I’m in front of the computer all day.

15. Who is better with the computer?
Probably him, but I’m a faster at keying.

16. Who mows the lawn?
We have a lawn service. Spoiled, I know. But it beats having him spend most weekends mowing. Because I don’t do anything green or that needs watering. You can call me Black Thumb.

17. Who cooks dinner?
Me, if you can call it that. It’s always been that way, even when I worked out of the home and before kids. I was always home first, and I do the groceries, so it makes sense.

18. Who drives when you are together?
Him. Although ironically it was my driving skills that first turned him on about me.

On the night he asked me out, we were meeting a bunch of other students from work. I had a car so I gave him a lift. While we were on the highway, a huge roll of fiberglass fell off this truck in front of us. I swerved quickly to the right without hitting any traffic, then moved right back into the original lane. All within a blink of an eye. I didn't even stop the conversation. Like that sort of thing happens to me everyday. He was more than impressed.

He HAD to ask me out at the end of the evening.

19. Who pays when you go out?
Well, he does ultimately as he’s the one bringing home the major bacon right now. But I’ll sometimes take out the joint credit card.

20. Who is most stubborn?
Uh, that would be moi.

21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong?
Uh, that would not be moi. Never. Are you feeling sorry for Ian yet?

22. Whose parents do you see the most?
Mine, as Ian’s are unfortunatey deceased.

23. Who kissed who first?
That has to be a joint one. The kiss that was to last a lifetime. Sealed the deal from day one. The topic of a separate post all on its own.

24. Who asked who out?
He asked me. See number 18 above.

25. Who proposed?
He did. More deets at a later time.

26. Who is more sensitive?
Well, if you mean sensitive about myself and to criticism, that would be me. Although I have grown a thicker shell as I get older, and certainly once I became a parent.

As far as sensitive to others, Ian is definitely more tenderhearted. He has a natural affinity towards people; he loves children and babies (I do as well, but he's a natural with them, always the first to pick them up and babies NEVER cry when he's holding them!).

And I'm the bad guy with the kids. I'm the one who yells. When Daddy's mad, things have got to be REALLY bad. He's definitely the softie around them.

27. Who has more friends?
Probably him, although it may be close nowadays as I've met more people since staying at home. After joining a gazillion mothers groups and meeting up with parents at the playground. He's always been much better at the social thing than me. I'm the type of person who finds it painful sometimes to pick up the phone. It's probably leftover behaviour from my first job out of school in customer service. I think after averaging about 500 calls a week, I never got past dreading a phone call.

28. Who has more siblings?
He does, he's got 2 brothers, one sister. I've got two siblings, one of each.

29. Who wears the pants in the family?
Although it's a pretty equal partnership, bottom line it would be him. I'm the louder one, but I'm all bark, not so much bite.

I always defer major decisions to him; everything requires his input. Not so much because he demands it, as he's fully confident in my decisions. But because I trust his instincts and his decisions. His opinion on most things can make or break me. Thank goodness he's my greatest supporter. He really is my rock.

However, my pants are definitely nicer. Now that he's thrown out most of his Dockers, we're in the market for more slimming, more "now" pants for him. Gotta get back to work as his personal shopper.

Well that was fun! Only three more days, so NaBlow Me .... whoot!!!!