Alright, Fine....I've Been Tagged...

What’s his name? Brian David Hobbs, although many might refer to him as 'the Dog'...long story, almost funny...

How long have you been together? Well, we have known each other for nearly eight years. We met about the second week of fall semester 1999 in a dance class. I thought he was handsome, he thought I had a boyfriend.

How long did you date? Technically I didn't know we were dating. You see, he would come up for reasons for us to get together...choreography and dance team things mostly...and then mention how it would be a shame to waste the rest of the evening, and that we should definately go catch a movie or something. It took me longer than necessary to figure out he was trying to date me....but by then it was too late, I was hooked! So, according to me we started dating in April 2000, our first date being the Second Chance Prom, that led to our second date at Remo's that we won a dinner for in a swing contest....that would have us dating for about four months before we got engaged (July 17, 2000). According to Brian we were dating long before that, probably sometime in October....when he was inviting me over to cook for me and serving me reheated leftovers.....

How old is he? 30

Who eats more? I want to say him, but if I'm honest with myself....me, most of the time. Except when it comes to entire bags of Oreos or packages of Whoppers...then it is not me. Unless we're talking about Doritos....then it is me. Or pizza....or peanut butter. Hmmm...or chocolate....but let's get some perspective, after all....I need to keep up my strength to chase after my two kids...well, to make sure the one kid at home doesn't get into stuff...never mind that he can't crawl and mostly plays with stuffed animals on the floor and doesn't move....hmmm...

Who said I Love You first? Me...although he tricked me into it. We were at a drive-inn movie (on a school night...hehe), I think it was The Fast and the Furious (ugh, no wonder he was able to trick me into saying it, I was bored out of my mind!), and he kept asking me if I liked him. The worst part is that instead of saying it back, he just smiled smugly and let me suffer in agony wondering if he loved me back.

Who is taller? That's easy...him, of course. I was born into a family of shorties...so it was inevitable the guy I married would be taller. And I would like to offer a belated apology to all those tall girls out there that didn't get to marry Brian (a very tall guy) because I did. Hehe...I'm not sorry...neener neener.

Who is smarter? What a terrible question. Well, I'm smarter at the stuff I do, and he's smarter at the stuff he does. It baffles me, for instance, that he can sit in a room full of teenagers day after day, teaching them things and not wanting to kill them all. He also knows a whole lot more than me about art history, art techniques, being a guy and packing a suitcase. I would like to think I am pretty smart about cultural things (hopefully I didn't waste all those years in college), and I have a whole lot of useless trivia at my disposal. Oh, and I know how to load the dishwasher better, but I still appreciate him doing it for me.

Who does laundry? This question is a sore spot at our house. Brian does the laundry, even though I've asked him repeatedly to leave it to me. We've been married seven years and he still shrinks my clothes....but I do have to admit that it can be nice to come home and find all of Ben's clothes washed, folded and put away. And I guess I shouldn't be bothered by him not using the special baby laundry soap, as long as it got done. Sometimes it's hard being an obsessed person....*sigh*

Who does the dishes? As previously mentioned, we both do them...some of us just do them once, while others have to run them through again. But like I said, it is still nice to have them done for me.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? For now, me...but only because the outlet is on the left side of the bed, and it provides power for the alarm clock and the sleep machine, so Brian gets to be the lucky lefty.

Who pays the bills? I pay the bills, but he brings home the bacon...ehehhehehe. We both do the finances, but he is busy so I take care of the paperwork.

Who mows the lawn? Don't tell my dad, but I don't even know how to turn our mower on. Thank goodness for my husband who has made it his mission to have our grass cut short.

Who cooks dinner? Usually me. I think we both agree that I'm the better cook, although lately he has revealed his talents for tuna sandwiches, instant mashed potatoes, and marinating steaks.....and for now, that's enough!

Who drives when you are together? Brian, I guess. I used to want to drive all the time, now I would rather back-seat drive, unless we are late. In which case I'm with Melanie, and I need to drive or there will usually be a fight.

Who is more stubborn? Equally stubborn, I guess that's why we get along.

Who kissed who first? He kissed me first. And then he giggled like a little girl. It was so cute.

Who asked out who first? Like I said, I wasn't actually aware that he was asking me out at first...but I still think it was him. And for our first official date (that I think was the first date) he asked me. I can actually remember the phone call...and I apologize to my roommates for my unexcusable corniness during the following week. I was just so excited that he finally asked me on a date...I was worried that he didn't like me. He was just so darned adored by every girl I knew (he could dance and he was tall and handsome...and dark...hmmm....) that I thought some other girl had snagged him.

Who proposed? He did. And it was very old-fashioned and romantic, and I didn't know it was coming. Not to say that I didn't hope he would....I just didn't know he was going to. He told me he had a present for me...and he had told me the night before that he was moving to Utah and wanted to celebrate my birthday early, which was the fabricated reason for the date, and so I thought he was giving me an early birthday present. I remember thinking that he looked kind of sick that night, and I didn't realize until later that he was nervous that I would say no....silly Brian....and when he took out the ring box I got to experience a moment of pure surprise...since that was probably the only time in my life that I hadn't expected what was happening. It was awesome.

Who has more siblings? Same number of siblings, and same number of boys and girls.

Who wears the pants in the family? Brian lets everyone think that I do, but really we are both pretty opinionated, and we like to make each other happy...so we share the pants.


Okay, there you go people, are you happy? You all know by now that I don't do tagging, not because I don't enjoy reading other people's, but because I'm lazy and stubborn. So I tag Nanci and my Aunt Cheryl, who are probably the only two people likely to do it...and if I know you, and you haven't been tagged, you can do it, too!