I’m actually doing a meme.

I’m only doing this because I read it on Dooce.com, and I think she’s pretty awesome.  Don’t ever, ever tag me for a meme because I won’t do it.

What are your middle names?
My middle name is Joan.  I was supposed to be named John or Joan, and at the last minute my mother went with Krista.  Go figure.  Steve’s middle name is Leslie, and if you never hear from me again it’s because I just posted this on the WWW.  He hates his middle name, but for some reason gave it to our son.  I guess so someone can suffer with him.

How long have you been together?
We have been married for 5 and a half years, and together for 12 years. 

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Only a couple months.  He was supposed to date my best friend, but they didn’t hit it off, and once I broke up with my boyfriend we just ran from there.

Who asked whom out?
Steve definitely asked me on our first date, but he had to cancel because his mom had emergency surgery.  I always thought it was so sweet how worried he was that I wouldn’t give him a second chance because he cancelled the first date.  Do I really come across as that heartless of a bitch?

How old are each of you?
I’m 30, and he’s 33.  I never thought I would marry someone so young.  I always preferred older guys before I met him.

Whose siblings do you see the most?
His, definitely.  We are both the babies of the family, me by 10 years and he by 9 years, so there is always a little disconnect from the older kids, but we live in the same city as his family and mine is about 2 hours away, so we see his sister more.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Money.  Always money.  When he lost his job last year, we spent most of 2008 trying not to file bankruptcy.  It caused a lot of down and dirty fights and we really fell apart as a couple.  Thankfully, we did pull through, we just have a lot of patching up to do with our relationship.

Did you go to the same school?
No.  Steve went right into the workforce, and I went to Univ. of DE and focused on handing in papers on time and not slitting my wrists.

Are you from the same home town?
Nope.  I am a beach bum, raised in a small town just a few minutes from Rehoboth Beach, and Steve is a city boy from rough and tumble New Castle.  That’s given us some problems too, because there are a lot of things I don’t worry about that he takes very seriously.  Like strangers looking at him.  I mean, he is 6’8″, people are going to look, it doesn’t mean they want to fight with you.  RELAX.

Who is smarter?
No difference in amount of smarts, just different types of smarts.  Steve can break down anything mechanical in a second, while I stare at him doing his magic and put together a really great haiku.

Who is the most sensitive?
Same, but different.  Again, Steve is a really guarded person, so his sensitivities are totally different from mine, and he is really easy to offend.  It is ridiculously hard to offend me, but if you get a good one in, it’s going to hurt me for years.  I know, I internalize.  Moving on.

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Home.  We rarely, if ever, go out.  Maybe we have gone out to dinner five times in the past two years.  Steve eats whole foods only, and doesn’t have a stomach for a lot of restaurant cooking, unless we have plenty of money for fine dining, so that’s the only time we go out.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
West Virginia.

Who has the craziest exes?
Steve, totally.  All my boyfriends were potheads, so they were pretty laidback.  His girlfriends are nuts.  They’ve followed him around, called him a thousand times, made up stories about being pregnant, you name it, it’s happened to him.

Who has the worst temper?
Oooo, tough one.  Steve yells freely, and is really good at throwing things, but once he loses his temper it’s over, we’re moving on, no one’s mad, why would you think anyone’s mad?  Me?  I seethe.  I have a slow fire that rumbles in my belly.  I was raised in the country with a lot of crazy relatives who drink whiskey and flat-foot on picnic tables, so I have seen the dark side of my genetics.  I try to keep myself from losing it entirely, so I have a perpetual simmering anger in my gut.  Steve can’t stand that about me because he never knows if I’m really angry.  I’ve tried to explain that I cannot lose my temper, it wouldn’t be pretty, but he doesn’t get it.  Maybe I should take him to one of my hillbilly family’s parties.

Who does the cooking?
Me.  Steve grills steaks.  I do everything else.

Who is the neat-freak?
We are equally obsessed with the elimination of clutter, but I am much better about straightening up everyday, while he likes to clean once a month or so.

Who is more stubborn?
Me.  Steve is very stubborn, don’t get me wrong, but I am the one that rented Fast Times at Ridgemont High just because we had a disagreement 5 years earlier about what the opening song was.  (It was Kids in America, and I was RIGHT.)

Who hogs the bed?
Me.  Even though Steve is nearly a foot and a half taller than I am, I still make sure I have lots of room for my constant foot rubbing and tossing and turning.

Who wakes up earlier?
Me.  I have to leave the house about 30 minutes before he does, so it just works out that way.  Plus, I have plenty of hot water in the shower.

Where was your first date?
Burgers and boardwalk fries in Rehoboth.

Who is more jealous?
Me.  Well,  I am the most obvious about it.  If I don’t like something, I say it.  Steve won’t say a word until months later, when he will finally bring something up.

How long did it take to get serious?
Immediately.  We always knew we would be married and have children.

Who eats more?
Steve.  He can eat plates of food so piled high that it’s dripping off the sides and lose weight.  I look at a roll and gain 5 pounds.  There is no justice.

Who does the laundry?
Steve.  He hangs out in the basement on the computer all evening anyway, so he just does the clothes while he’s down there.  he is getting a little lazy about the Spray and Wash though, so I may have to take over.

Who’s better with the computer?
I am, hands down.  I am quicker and know a few more applications than he does.

Who drives when you are together?
I do, but only because I am a control freak.  I have gone to therapy about it, but that didn’t work at all, so I just drive.  Besides, I like to drive and Steve hates to, so it works out.

I’m not tagging anyone.  I hate memes, but I like Dooce, so this is all you’re ever getting.


2 comments on “I’m actually doing a meme.

  1. gimpykatk says:

    That was very interesting. I enjoyed reading that. My husband rarely ever has me drive when he is in the car, unless he was drinking (I never drink).

    I don’t do meme’s or tag people either. But I liked this one, I’ll remember it if I ever need a blog filler

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