Thursday, February 26

You and Yours

You & Yours
Answer these questions about you & your significant other.

What are your middle names?
Alene and Jude

How long have you been together?
1.5 years

Who asked who out?
He asked me out – I was oblivious that ‘this guy’ could be interested in me at all.

How old were each of you when you met?
We were each 23 and 29.

How old are each of you now?
24 (almost 25) and 31

How tall are each of you?
He's 6’3” and I'm 5’4”

Whose siblings do/did you see the most?
It’s pretty equal – we probably see his side of the family more frequently, but we spent almost 3 weeks straight with my family over Christmas.

Do you have any children together?
Not yet, a few years out.

What about pets?
Do books count? No, we keep talking about getting a dog, but the house (or a place with a yard) has to come first. And he wants a purebred, and I don’t care that much.

Did you go to the same school?
No, I went to College in St. Paul, he in Chattanooga. He and my sister went to school together a few years before we met. We go to the same graduate school now.

Are you from the same hometown?

Who is the smartest?
He’s smarter, but I think he’d argue the opposite.

Who is the most sensitive?
Me. Me, me, me.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Right now, it’s probably Frank and Helen’s, a pizza place that’s been locally owned since the 60’s. Adam could eat pizza twice a day for meals and not ever get sick of it. No. Really.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Hmmm. Well, going to Montana, but we flew, so that was about 6 hours of travel. We’ve driven to Philly twice. The last time was pretty rough, since we were only there for 3 days before we returned to STL, and it’s a 15 hour drive.

Who has the worst temper?
I get irritated more frequently, but when he’s mad, he’s pretty mad.

Who does/did the cooking?
I do the lunch and dinner cooking. He cooks breakfast daily (old fashioned oatmeal.)

Who is more social?
I think we would have said me, no question, before we got married. Now that most of my life consists of talking to people for 8 or 9 hours a day as a part of my job(s), I’ve become quite introverted during my off time. Other ways to say that are “I’m just plain tired” or “protective of my time.”

Who is the neat-freak?
We’re about the same at tidy-ness. We both start to feel it when the apartment gets messy - which usually comes after a particularly hectic week with a long paper or big test. He’s an Organizational genius, and I’m the scheduler extraordinaire.

Who wakes up earlier?
Me. He gets up 15-30 minutes later. Except Saturdays, but that’s usually because of my internship. I’m usually up around 7 on Saturdays and he gets up an hour or so later.

Who has the bigger family?
Our immediate families both are 5, but I think my extended family is slightly larger. Not by much though.

How do you spend the holidays?
We alternate holidays. We’ll see what happens next year – Thanksgiving will likely be traditionally at his family, Christmas at mine, since each of our families tend to major on those particular holidays.

Who is more jealous?
Me, though I don’t like to admit it.

Do you have little pet names for each other?
“Sweetie” for both of us, “honey” and “baby” sometimes. He’s started calling me his Sprightly Chickadee, from a Ray Lamontagne song.

How long did it take to get serious?
About a month. We didn’t mess around.

Who eats more?
Sometimes, to my chagrin, me. EXCEPT when it comes to pizza. Him, no question.

Who sings better?
Me probably, but I love to hear him sing. Especially when it’s along with a song in the car, after we’ve both been quiet for a while.

Who does the dishes?
Him, most of the time, though I wipe down the kitchen and put the food away usually.

Who snores?
Neither – it’s made the marriage adjustment much easier. Maybe when we’re sick, or something.

Who’s better with the computer?
Apple or PC?

Who drives when you are together?
Him. He gets nervous when I’m driving and saying mean things to the cars around us (cough. Raging.)

Who is the first to admit when they're wrong?
Usually he does, which is bad. I shouldn’t be so stubborn.

Who kissed who first?
I wanted to, but he kissed me first.

Who has more tattoos?
He does – 3 to 0.

Who eats more sweets?
Him. I’m all about the crunchy-salty. He’s all about the ice cream.

Tuesday, February 17


I've just spent the last hour looking at new templates (thanks Addie!) and trying them out on my other (the movie) blog. I'm tired, and I keep thinking that I'm copying the illustrious Ms. Morstad (soon to be Mrs. Bedford).

That said, the feeling from the last few weeks is Tired. Even working for Peacemakers I've never been so tired. Of course, at PM, even if you're giving a lot of yourself, it seems as though everyone's ready to emotionally give to you, too.

Counseling? The question to ask is "what is therapeutic for the client?" Which means, you're generally just giving of yourself, and relying a lot on Jesus. Which I need to do more of.

Things of life that should be updated: The car is sold, but not the way that I wanted. I was taking a left and was hit by a guy in the rear-passenger side. So we got the Honda hauled to the collision center, and being as we didn't have collision insurance on it, eventually sold it to the little man who worked there. (it would have cost 116% of the cost of the car to fix the damage.) We're still waiting on the two insurance agencies to hammer out liability. Hopefully we'll get something from the insurance agency.

It's been a tough couple of weeks, and truthfully, I feel as though sharing my complaining attitude online is tantamount to sharing via a bullhorn.

On the other hand, our 6 month anniversary coincided (somewhat) with Valentines day, which helpfully occurred on a weekend. Therefore Valentines for Hannah was on Friday ("The Duchess" and Chinese food) and Valentines for Adam was on Saturday (steak. Lots and lots of steak dinner. with Creamy Mashed potatoes and corn. But the steak was REALLY good.)

So that's the update. More to come. (Hopefully a story of lots and lots of rest.)
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