Tuesday, March 25, 2008


No, no, don't worry. I'm not going to share my deepest, darkest housekeeping secrets, because if you've read almost ANY previous blog of mine, you know I don't have any. Unless you want to know how to shove things in closets in case you have a surprise visitor. I'm really good at that.

However, I do have several items of BLOG housekeeping that I need to address. For example, my looooooong absence from blogging, which I can ascribe to actual housekeeping in preparation for my parents' visit and then their actual visit (which was lovely!) and so on. So just in case you were wondering, I didn't have a kidney removed and I'm not pregnant again.

Also, I have been tagged several times and therefore, I should do those. You know, because I should. Not to mention that the people who tagged me are truly lovely people whom I love dearly. So today, I am going to do my cousin Celia's tag, and then next time my old college roommate's Amy's tag. So here's what Celia wants to know:

What is his name? Rhett

How long have we been together? 8 years

How long did we date? I don’t know, like six months? I can’t be bothered to do head math. I’m an English major, and we aren’t allowed to remember how to do any math in our head. At least that’s what I say.

How old is he? Rhett loves to point out that I am a year and a half older than he is. Also, he likes to point out that I fall in Generation X and he falls in Generation Y. So, I really did marry someone in a different generation. That’s a real confidence builder.

Who eats more? Oh, him. Definitely. His family’s nickname for him is “Garbage Gut” because when he’s around, you don’t have to throw anything in the garbage disposal. I haven’t eaten my own restaurant leftovers in years (except desserts—he knows his life would be forfeit if he ate my desserts!).

Who said "I love you" first? Me. I’m like that, folks.

Who is taller? Rhett, by six inches. However his body is so bizarrely proportioned that our legs are the same length. We never have to adjust the driver’s seat because it’s just right for both of us. His legs are super short and his torso? Rather long.

Who can sing better? Depends. Are we singing with a microphone? Because I’ve got loads of experience with that one. Is it Kenny Rogers? Because he’s my specialty. However, if it’s just normal singing, Rhett’s probably better.

Who is smarter? Me. Hey, this is my blog. Of course I’m going to say that.

Who does the Laundry? Me. Because I need a nemesis to keep me entertained.

Who pays the bills? Rhett. If it were up to me, we’d be in foreclosure. I’m kind of absentminded and I don’t keep track of the days very well. Luckily, Rhett likes to pay the bills.

Who sleeps on the right side? Me.

Who mows the lawn? For the love, Rhett! I don’t dare get out there for two reasons: 1) What will my children be doing while I’m out there? (Most likely falling down the child sized drain outside our house), and 2) If someone’s going to run over a sprinkler head, I’d really prefer for it to be Rhett. Then he can’t blame me.

Who cooks dinner? Me. Me. And Me.

Who drives? Rhett. He hates my driving. But I believe I’ve mentioned that before.

Who is more stubborn? Me, but I wouldn’t say that if I thought he would actually read this. Then I’d say him.

Who kissed who first? He says I attacked him. Whatever. He does a mean impression of me as a tiger “going in for the kill”. My mother will be slightly embarrassed for me when she reads this.

Who asked who out first? I can’t remember. We started out just hanging out and who knows? Could it have been me? Sure.

Who proposed? Technically, Rhett. However, I must say that I brought up the topic of marriage first, and so it was really me, but not me, if you know what I mean. Rhett could have dated indefinitely.

Who has more friends? Me, me, me, me, me, me (I think). At least I have more friends that I actually do stuff with. He has lots of work friends, but do they count? Really?

Who is more sensitive? Oh, me, of course. Seriously? I can say almost anything to him and he just kind of shrugs his shoulders. Not so much the other way, especially if a pregnancy is involved.

Who has more siblings? Me. There are eight kids in my family and two in his. So he thinks my house is utter chaos. Well, I think that too, but I’m used to it. Rhett does, however, have two step-brothers and a step-sister, so he’s coming up in the world, I guess.

Who wears the pants? Depends. Financially? Rhett. (I have mentioned the Financial Facists, before, yes?) Day-to-day operations? Me. Big decisions? Rhett. Little, crappy decisions? Me. Hmmm. Maybe I should just say Rhett and not try to self-aggrandize any longer.


Yvonne said...

Glad you had a good visit with your parents and that you didn't have a kidney removed!!!

I did this meme a while ago, and I thought it was so fun. Glad you did it. It's always so fun to learn more about people. Great answers.

Carol said...

Heidi seeming as I was sleeping in Leyland and Bab's basement with you when you and Rhett got together and that I have a memory for utter garbage I'm pretty sure he kissed you first (at least that's what you told me!) so you don't have to worry about people thinking you promiscuous. Case closed! I missed you while you were gone all week! Should I ever come visit I shall expect the same degree of blog neglect in my honour!

Leisha said...

I love reading those things...! So fun. I've been wondering where you've been. I caught a glimpse of you as I was escorting toddlers to potty-time at church and I wanted to shout out "why aren't you entertaining me more lately!?"

Glad u r back!

Sara said...

missed you. sometimes the house just needs a little more attention huh:)

Julia said...

I complained to Ginnie last week that your blog was shockingly silent and she explained the parental visit. Hope you guys had a good time and glad to see you back!

Jen said...

I am so glad you're back. My imagination was running away with your kidneys.

monkie mama said...

Welcome back Miss Heidi! I too have been checking regularly and praying you weren't in a hospital somewhere dying from a nasty rogue crocodile bite or some other such tragedy. Glad the hiatus was just from the nastiness of house cleaning and the fun of visitors! Thanks for the giggle.

Matt, Karin, and Sienna said...

I like that tag, I may have to copy you eventually. A lot of my answers would probably be similar but it is still fun.


P.S. Matt taught Ivy's sunday school class a couple weeks ago and loved it.

Anonymous said...

fun to get to know you better. And I wish that was my excuse for long absences. My house is a disaster, yet I keep typing.