Awhile ago, Sarah tagged me to talk about my sweetie. Here I am finally getting around to it. Here we are as babies, not even dreaming that we'd one day be best friends.
What is his name? Ron. Ronald. Ronnie. Kenny, if you want to talk to his evil twin, but I don't know much about that because Kenny left a long time ago and I never got to know him very well. (whew!)
How long have you been together? We met in January of 1997 and since then we've enjoyed nearly nine years of marriage. But lots of times we feel more like we've been together forever -- in a good way! He proposed on February 4 of 1999 at the Zaleski home (where we first met - how romantic!). We ended up having our wedding reception at that house too, just to keep with tradition. Three's the charm, eh? I have to say, when we first started dating I liked him so much that it made me totally mad! I mean, it was clear to me that this couldn't ever work out (after all, he was this hot guy and I was a dork) and to find out things like he plays my FAVORITE instrument, the cello, was just SO ANNOYING!!!
How long did you date? About two and 1/2 years. We met in an a capella group; he flirted with me, I made him ziti, and the rest was history.
Who eats more? Um, he does. Usually. Sometimes I can but not often! Here's a picture of him putting away some lobster on the Connecticut coast in June of 99 right after we got married (we were in CT looking for a place to live).
Who said I love you first? Boy this is
really too bad that I don't remember.
Who is taller? He is - about 10 inches taller.
Who has more speeding tickets? He does I'm sure. We could also ask who has totaled more cars and the answer would be the same. Who has hit more deer? He has. Here we have what's left of a Honda van after a deer jumped in front of it in New Hampshire.
Who is smarter? Luckily we are well matched in this area.
Who is more sensitive? I am, no doubt as long as we are talking about emotional reactivity. But in other forms of sensitivity...like...hmmm...basketball...???
When there is a fight who usually wins? Hmm. I think we are mostly a team. When we do have disagreements, I probably end up being more controlling but that's not really winning, it's just that he ends up being okay with my point of view because he's so dang mature. He does reserve the right to "put his foot down" and since I get my way nearly all the time, I usually have no problem when he insists on his way for something. He almost always has a good reason. He's a great problem-solver and he sees parts of the picture that I miss. So we make a good team.
Who does the laundry? Mostly him. I try to do some but he does the bulk of it.
Who does the dishes? We both do. I may do them a bit more than he does but not much.
Who sleeps on the right? He does. The rule is that he sleeps closest to the door (and the bathroom).
Who pays the bills? I do but we try to keep track together.
Who mows the lawn? He does almost 95% of the time. I have mowed the lawn a number of times but not usually.
Who cooks dinner? We both do, depending on who is home first. Below is a dinner we made together for New Year's a few years ago. We (okay me) like to choose a theme - this year it was Indian food. We had chicken pistachio korma and saag paneer (we made our own paneer - a kind of simple cheese). You're all invited!
Who drives when you are together? He does. If he wants me to drive it is 1) RARE, 2) on a long trip where he drives 10 hours and I drive 1, or 3) when he wants to read a book in the car. Seriously, other than trips, I think I've driven him about 10 times ever.
Who is more stubborn? Ha ha ha. Him. No doubt.
Who kissed who first? He kissed me! He came over one night and said that he wasn't leaving until he kissed me. I resisted (why? who knows) for about 90 minutes or so. He kissed me next to the piano and the music in our hearts began to play a song of forever (are y'all gagging yet?).
Who asked who out first? We hung out together the entire night when our group sang at Fat Saturday, the fancy benefit for the Lexington Children's Theatre. We danced, he sang to me, making up words to go with blues music, and we flirted shamelessly. He walked me out to my car and I just knew he wanted to kiss me, and I didn't let him. So the next night he came over, and...see above. He finally asked me out on an actual date about a month later. We went to a fun Chinese restaurant that actually doesn't exist anymore. What was memorable about this date was that he discovered my huge lack of knowledge about pop culture. That is to say, I didn't know who Bob Marley was. That was then.
Who proposed? He did. I completely wasn't expecting it and I was 100% surprised. So I wasn't very cooperative -- I mean, I accused him of stealing flowers from a friend and pretending to give them to me. Then I ignored him and talked to our friend. He couldn't get a word in edgewise...and when I asked him if he wanted to say something, he just didn't get enough time to get out the words. Finally he had to just hold out the ring...and I screeched "here? now?" At last, he got to ask the actual question.
Who has more siblings? I do. 3 sisters & 3 brothers. He has 1 sister...well, maybe 2 sisters...well...sometimes he says he has three sisters. He has an inclusive definition of family. For instance, he doesn't ever call my sibs "in-laws" because he feels like that is unnecessarily distancing.
Who wears the pants? We both wear pants. We try to make decisions together but when I get impulsive, he is very kind and supportive.
Okay,
I tag...hmmm...Deon, Amanda and Carolee. Email me when you've posted!
