Summer tagged me with this meme. Let me think…
1. When we got married, I was quiet and boring, while he was the funny one. Now I’m the funny one, and he’s the bore.
2. When we got married, we were opposites in nearly everything. We’re still very opposite in temperament, but we’ve gotten a lot alike over the years. For instance, I’m funny now, and he’s boring.
Just last night he was tired and didn’t want to take Elijah to a bonfire on the beach, a church young men’s activity. I told him I would take Elijah if I could, but I have, you know…OVARIES.
3. He likes to think he’s the most metal guy ever, but I think if it came right down to it, he’d admit that I’m more metal than he is. I mean, WHO took Elijah to see Megadeth?
Uh huh. Me.
4. A crystal clear memory I have from our newlywed days: We were at a Dead Milkmen show in Hawaii. Daniel was moshing in the slam pit. I was on the edge of it, enjoying the show. During one of his trips around the pit (the whole thing moved in a circle, guys running around smashing into each other), he grabbed me for a quick jog through it. I wasn’t expecting it and tripped. I would’ve fallen but he held me upright and pulled me around the pit once and back to safety.
(Don’t take that as a metaphor for our relationship, or anything.)
5. Sometimes he makes mistakes. The other day I shut a window and saw something move just before it slammed into place. I told him I thought I’d just killed a spider.
He said, “You don’t even KNOW.”
Don’t know what?
“You don’t know how many spiders…” He faltered when he realized he was on shaky ground.
WHAT?! Spiders?! You’re talking about at your work, RIGHT?
“No, I…uh…I just want you to know, I take care of these things. You don’t need to worry about it.”
Nice going. He’s been killing spiders without me knowing, and thought it would be better for me to know? Here I’ve been marvelling over how spider-free California is compared to Washington. And ever since he told me I don’t need to worry about it, I’ve been worrying about it constantly. Any spot on the wall or carpet, even spotted from the corner of my eye, I always zero in on, to make sure it isn’t a spider. That’s unavoidable for me. But now…now I can’t look under the bed without worrying, or in the back of the kitchen cupboards, or in the closets…
6. Sometimes I make mistakes. I bought ice cream bars on wooden sticks. He has an irrational fear of wooden popsicle sticks. And the kids are constantly eating them in front of him. He hates it.
I say mistakes, plural, because blogging about his irrational fear of popsicle sticks might be worse than actually buying them.
7. When we were dating, we used to joke around that if we ever had kids, we’d end up with one who ran around wanting to kill people, and another who ran around wanting to die. We didn’t know how true that would be.
We also didn’t know it would both be the same kid. (Elijah can get very moody.)
8. He’s my best friend. I told a coworker awhile back that we got married so young and have experienced so many things together that are unique and different from most people’s experiences, that we feel like we don’t fit in anywhere.
Except with each other.
