Monday 19 November 2007

all about Bear

Thanks, Danigirl!

1. Who is your man?
I call him Bear here. He has a perfectly good name, but when I first started blogging I thought he might not like people from around here knowing who he is, so I started the pseudonym. Turns out he doesn't really care, but it's a habit now.

2. How long have you been together?
We were married in September of 2000. About a year and half before that, I think.

3. How long did you date?
We didn’t. I met him on-line (yes, I'm one of those people) and we started emailing back and forth, and then moved on to visits. We didn't actually live together (or in the same country) until about a month before the wedding. Y'know, I think I'd probably kill R if she pulled a stunt like that - what were my parents thinking?

4. How old is your man?
(Laboriously doing calculations in my head) Born in '69, so... 38.


5. Who eats more?
Depends on what time of day. He eats more breakfast and late night snacks, but I probably eat more dinner than he does. (I taste while I cook, which is why noone else had any carrots* last night)

6. Who said “I love you” first?
I don't even remember where we were.

7. Who is taller?
I am, by an inch or so.

8. Who sings better?
This is hard to say, because while he hums or whistles, he usually doesn't sing.

9. Who is smarter?
I'm book-smarter. He's definately more real-life smart than I am. And mechanical!

10. Whose temper is worse?
Um. We were raised to disagree in totally different ways. I tend to blow up, shriek for a bit and then I'm done, (and the sun can come back out) and he internalizes everything and then finally growls about something three weeks after it happens. It's slightly disorientating. You're mad about what? When did that happen?

11. Who does the laundry?
Me, although to his credit, he will if I ask him to. If I don't ask, the laundry renders itself invisible and cannot be detected to the male eye.

12. Who takes out the garbage?
He does, mostly. He also does all the outside stuff and brings in the firewood.

13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
He does, now. I started out on that side and I can't remember why, but we switched. Must remember to switch the lamps, though - I can't read at night with his!

14. Who pays the bills?
He does. I have attempted to take over my share several times and it works better for him to sit down and do them all at once.

15. Who is better with the computer?
I've never met Better With The Computer. Why? Do you know him?

16. Who mows the lawn?
He does. We've got a huge lawn and I am certain that if I ran the lawnmower, I would end up running over my foot. (This actually happened to a friend of mine in grade school.)

17. Who cooks dinner?
I'm about at 75% for that. He's better with meat than I am and is of course, King of the Grill.

18. Who drives when you are together?
Are you kidding? It's all him.

19. Who pays when you go out?
Whoever isn't wrangling the children at that time. (Get along, little dogies!)


20. Who is most stubborn?
Him. Like a rock, or something you have to drag through mud to get to water. I'm more opinionated. And I mutter a lot.

21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong?
I don't know.

22. Whose parents do you see the most?
His. His Dad lives three minutes away, while my family is at least eight hours away. (sigh) Hopefully in the new year.

23. Who kissed who first?
I did. (Thus earning the title 'that Pushy American')

24. Who asked who out?
Hummm. He had reservations to fly to Michigan, but the airline sent me a ticket reward for being on standby, so I actually went there first. (Nothing like a three am phone call to announce your girlfriend's going to be there in three days, is there?)

25. Who proposed?
He did. I looked up from tying my shoes and there he was, down on one knee, his hands shaking.

26. Who is more sensitive?
About people's moods and things to say? Me, I think.

27. Who has more friends?
Here? Him, definately.

28. Who has more siblings?
I have a brother, and he has two sisters and a brother, so he wins that one.

29. Who wears the pants in the family?
(slyly) Since I very rarely wear skirts, I guess you could say we both do?


He is my Bear, and we do well together.


Want it? Take it! (the memo, not B) If you're doing NaBloPoMo and need content, or just like it, take it, please!


*Package of baby-cut carrots, steamed, then tossed with a sauce of roasted garlic, a little honey, a swipe of lemon juice, salt and black pepper - oh my god was it good!

12 comments:

Angewl said...

That is so sweet.

I'm stealing it RIGHT not. Not B, but the blog. lol

Sarah Louise said...

online, huh? Hey, we all have our stories. Since we're only closing in on 6 mos in a few weeks, I'll abstain from this meme.

love your answer to #15.

xo,

SL

evilpinkcupcake said...

I am so stealing this today... I am having a massive brain fart and cannot think of anything for the life of me, so I went blog carousing for ideas and BLAMMO! You have the ideas! You bes so smart!!! =)

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Great fun to meet the Bear. Question, what attracted a pushy American to this Canadian guy, with the emphasis on the different cultural characteristics? Actually, I always think of you as Canadian anyway.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a good south shore man.
The image on your sidebar? Is that first peninsula?

Angewl said...

ugh, I typo'd. Such a shame you can't go back and fix it. that was suppose to be 'RIGHT now'. lol

Anonymous said...

Glad you played along! I love hearing about the men behind the mom-bloggers!

Badger said...

I like it, and I'ma steal it.

molly said...

I love how two people blend together and get the job done....

Elan Morgan said...

You've been tagged:
http://www.schmutzie.com/2007/11/nine-things-of-which-i-am-suspicious.html

Green fodder said...

you got a beary beary good catch...

motherbumper said...

"the laundry renders itself invisible and cannot be detected to the male eye" - You nailed it sister.

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