I have the apron and slideshow winners, but youtube is not uploading videos at this time, so the suspense will have to kill us a little bit longer. In the mean time here is a survey I found floating around the blogosphere….get to know me and Pat:
What are your middle names?
My middle name is Rae. I don’t know why. Pat’s is Lindsey. Like a girl. Because he is one.
How long have you been together?
We dated for five years when I was 19, and have been married for 6 very looooong years.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
I met Pat when I was fifteen….so four years.
Who asked whom out?
I stalked Pat and manipulated him into asking me out by slipping rufis into his drinks and dangling hour glasses in front of his face talking bout how he’s getting sleepy and so forth.
How old are each of you?
I’m a very youthful 30 and Pat’s 41.
Whose siblings do you see the most?
Mine. I didn’t even think Pat’s siblings liked him until I met them. They NEVER talk. Could be the whole “distance” thing.
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Pat’s biggest gripe about me would probably be that I spend too much. If he could have things his way we’d be giving all our money to those giant corporations who give me credit cards all the time. wtf. I know. It’s stupid. Money. Money is the hardest issue. As it turns out we don’t have enough of the stuff.
Did you go to the same school?
Fun fact: Pat was the CLASS PRESIDENT!!!! Ahahahahahahahaha. And no. Pat has made it clear that if I went to his school I would have been beat up by all the island girlz. I beg to differ. I’ve seen his yearbooks….those girls would have been begging me to be friends with them.
Who is smarter?
Ummm….I am?? Ahem. I know lottsa stuff and am real real smart.
Who is the most sensitive?
I lovingly refer to Pat as the Tin Man and sing my favorite rendition of “If I Only Had A Heart” when I feel Pat is a little less than “feeling”.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Our favorite is a sushi restaurant about 30 minutes from here. Although we never actually eat there. Just take out.
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Other than Hawaii we went to Bermuda for our honeymoon where I nearly killed myself on a moped.
Who has the craziest exes?
If by “crazy” you mean “any” than we’ll go with Pat on that one.
Who has the worst temper?
I’d like to come forward and take the taco for that one. We’re giving out tacos for these right?? I like to get mad at stuff. Mostly things of a mechanical make up, but children and husbands as well.
Who does the cooking?
Pat cooks once a year…usually in the summer time when he decides because he’s a man he should be grilling stuff. So that night is always pleasant.
Who is the neat-freak?
Those two words are never used together in this house. And the answer is Maile. Next.
Who is more stubborn?
I thought I knew stubborn. I grew up stubborn. It’s in my make up. And then I met Pat. I bow to his stubborness.
Who hogs the bed?
You know this wouldn’t be a problem if we had a KING sized bed! Who doesn’t have a King size bed!?! The answer is Laina. Don’t judge.
Who wakes up earlier?
Pat, but only because he works earlier. If he didn’t have to work he would never get out of bed. Not ever.
Where was your first date?
The Olive Garden in Portland…he just didn’t know that’s what it was.
Who is more jealous?
Pat doesn’t have many friends and it really is best that way. There’s not a jealous bone in that man’s body…believe me, I’ve tried. I’m the jealous one…and I’d like to quote the great St. Augustine by saying: He that is not jealous is not in love.
How long did it take to get serious?
Years. And by years I mean yeeeeaaaaarrrrssss. Like he wouldn’t even meet my family until about two years into our courtship.
Who eats more?
I do. And that’s embarrassing to admit. I’m bigger. I accept that. But I lace his dinner servings with weight gain powder and the results are paying off.
Who’s better with the computer?
That would be me. I don’t even think Pat knew what the internet was until about three years ago. He always comes running to me when there’s a glitch that needs taking care of. I can usually figure it out…these things aren’t as complicated as they look. And then Pat thinks I’m a wizard.
Who drives when you are together?
It’s split. I’m more the controlling type that prefers to drive though…and Pat’s more the lazy type who prefers to be driven. So we compliment each other in that way.