Update. Still playing percussion, and now playing the saxophone--way easier than the clarinet--no comparison. Started pasting my pictures in an album, so excited, I was listening to MOTAB singing "When you Wish Upon a Star" and then before I was even a quarter of the way through my pictures I ran out of the sticky things. Looked all over the house in all of my girls scrapbooking kits --no more sticky things! I debated over using tape, and decided against it. So I was really mad for a while, until I started reading blogs. Blogs. So fun. How empty our lives must have been before blogging. So Lizzie tagged all of us. Here it goes. I really enjoyed reading Lizzie's.
How did you meet your spouse? Provo, BYU, Campus Plaza, in front of Darin's apartment. He asked me, "Is that the real color of your eyes?" To this day he insists it wasn't a line but totally and utterly sincere.
Where did you go on your first date? He asked me to go ice blocking and I turned him down flat. "I don't do dangerous things, " states Rebecca. "It's not dangerous," replies Darin. "Everything is dangerous for me," insists Rebecca.
So he took me miniature golfing instead. We doubled with a very grumpy couple, so after golfing, we dropped them off and went out to ice cream at Carousel. Then we went back to Campus Plaza and talked in his car until 2:00 in the morning. We honestly couldn't stop talking.
How long have you been together? 11 years. Wow.
Who eats more? Darin eats more at one time, I snack more.
Who said I love you first? I did. Darin told me later on that same day immediately after our first french kiss. He insists that is not true, but I know it is.
Who is taller? Darin
Who sings better? I don't know. I know more about singing, but Darin has the biggest set of lungs, and the hugest range. He can be very entertaining. Especially at dinner.
Who is smarter? I don't know about that. Grammer--Darin, Math--Me, Music--Me, Science--Darin (by 100xs), Politics and History--same, Literature--Me. I.Q.--According to Darin--him and Aliese, then me.
Who does the laundry? Both. I sort, and spray with Shout on every conceivable stain, and start it, but Darin usually keeps it going. However, he does it my way (this took many years), and occasionally when I don't have time, he will give up and do the sorting and spotting himself, which is really a small miracle when I think of the way he did laundry when we got married. Darin usually folds, and I put away, it's a real team effort.
Who does the dishes? Me. Darin used to do so many more, but he will help when I ask him to. He is always good at putting his own dishes in the dishwasher though. The girls put away the dishes.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Darin.
Who pays the bills? Darin. If I did he would be looking over my shoulder the whole time.
Who mows the lawn? Darin, and I am so grateful. We have so much lawn, and will have even more over the next few years. It takes hours. I have never once mowed the lawn. I have a vague recollection of trying to do it once as a teenager, that's as far as my mowing experience goes.
Who cooks dinner? Me, my friends, and Darin. Another group effort. I belong to the world's greatest freezer club. We all cook 2 entrees for each other, meet once a month and trade. I end up with 8 meals a month from my friends, and several that I made and froze. Then depending on the day, Darin will put it in the oven, or I will. On Sundays we always have roast and mashed potatoes, Darin makes the potatoes. Thank goodness. I personally think making mashed potatoes on Sunday is breaking the Sabbath for me, because I hate it so much.
Who drives when you are together? Darin. Always. I never drive. Not even on the way to Oregon. It's a beautiful thing being a passenger, I love it.
Who is more stubborn? Neither. We really aren't. We compromise a lot. I think we both are lucky in that the things we feel really strongly about, we agree on.
Who is the first to admit when they’re wrong? Oh good grief. Me.
Who kissed who first? I suppose I waited for him to kiss me. However I was tempting him with every skill I could muster. It was less than a week after our first date.
Who proposed? Darin I guess. But the poor guy asked me what I would do if he didn't propose and I flipped out and stormed down the beach away from him, and he ran to catch up and then proposed (a few minutes too late), and I said, "So is this for real, or are you just teasing me." So he proposed, but I kind of forced him into it.
Who is more sensitive? Me. He is very sensitive for a man, but still a man.
Who has more friends? Me. I love to talk and meet people, have parties. Darin lives next door to his best friend though. Lucky duck.
Who has more siblings? Me.
Who wears the pants? Darin. But I'm trying to learn from Lizzie and her ways. She could write a book on how to be a good wife, but always get your way. She is the master.
So I went and got Gracie a haircut yesterday. It needed to happen. I wish I would've done it before our trip, the pictures would've been better. Tip for the future-- get haircuts before trip! Anyway, I couldn't handle it anymore and so I told our hair person to do a bob. It's layered, its short, I will never have to fix it, and it looked 10xs better and thicker. So here she is.
The pictures don't do the hair justice. Oh well. A few pics from her birthday.
I can't believe she's 3! She still loves to be a baby though, and I love to baby her--a perfect match.I love you all. I'm so glad it's the weekend. So grateful for weekends.
5 comments:
So fun to read all that. Gracie's hair is adorable. I love it.
That was great! I loved it! So fun! Loved the details!
I loved it all! So funny. Gracie is so cute with her hair and I loved her in her dresses! she is so precious. I love you!!!
I loved loved loved it! I knew a lot of it but not all. I love Gracie's hair!!! She looks like she is well again. I love you and miss disneyland also!!! It was truly magical!
I really like Gracie's hair. She is adorable and so sweet. Wonderful blog i loved reading it and am sorry it had to end. Week-ends are truly great. Love grandma
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