Someone said that they wanted to see my answers to these questions. And just so you don't all think that I ignore my wife when I get a new video game, I just want you to know that I was pretty bored when she got a new game called Scribblenauts for our Nintendo DSi.
What are your middle names? Mine is Tyler, Brianne doesn't have one. Interesting story though, when Brianne and I got married we considered giving her a middle name that started with 'M' so her initials would be BMW.
How long have you been together? June 21st was our first wedding anniversary, but we've been together almost 3 years! (just like she said)
How long did you know each other before you started dating? It was a couple days short of 4 months, and I wasn't afraid of her-I was dating someone else.
Who asked who out? I asked her out, but to be honest, she didn't realize it was a date at first.
Whose siblings do you see the most? Definitely hers. If anyone lived closer then I would see them more often.
Do you have any children together? Nope. And none apart either.
What about pets? Two adorable kitty kitties. We do treat them like our spoiled babies.
Did you go to the same school? Only if you mean college.
Who is the most sensitive? Definitely me, I get emotional over thinking about one of our cats getting run over and the other one being left alone without his brother.
Where do you eat out most as a couple? She asked me this question so my answer is the same. Although, we do like Papa Murphy's too.
Where is the furthest you have ever traveled as a couple? I picked her up in Ontario once and then we stayed in La Grande for a couple days, and then drove to Corvallis. That's a little bit farther but it's only a technicality.
Who has the worst temper? Her for sure.
Who does the cooking? Usually Brianne, but I do some too. And I help.
Who is more social? Her. I don't like to be social, I like to stay home and watch movies and stuff.
Who is the neat freak? Brianne is right up there with Jordan and Mom.
Who is the most stubborn? I'm part English and Welsh, she's part Irish and German. You tell me who's more stubborn.
Who hogs the bed? I probably hog the bed, but she hogs the blankets.
Who wakes up earlier? Me, and not just because I have to.
Where was your first date? I invited her over for Pizza and Wii Sports.
Who has the bigger family? This is debatable. Even though I have over 40 cousins, she has to use diagrams to explain how her family works (and she complains about trying to keep my cousins' names straight, I have to keep marriages straight). You should ask her to explain it sometime.
Do you get flowers often? I used to get her flowers more regularly, but two things stop me from doing it so often now: the cats eat flowers and we don't have a vase. I never get flowers.
Who eats more? Me... :(
Who sings better? Me, I can do melody and harmony, she only does melody.
Who does the laundry? I do help with laundry, but I'm not allowed to fold the clothes. Any questions, see the question about who the neat freak is.
Who is better with the computer? Me
Who drives when you are together? Me
Who picks where you go to dinner? I usually end up picking, but only after we've argued for 15 minutes about the fact that I never pick. Her argument doesn't make sense because I usually pick, but after 15 minutes I'm too hungry to care about being right anymore.
Who is the first one to admit when they are wrong? Like she said, she's never wrong. The problem is that I'm always right.
Who wears the pants in this relationship? Her because at some point I stop caring about being right.
Who eats more sweets? We both have our moments.
Who cries more? I think I do. See my answers to the emotional question.
What's your best day together? Brianne forgot to mention the food part. Food is a very important factor as to how good the day was.
Where did you honeymoon? Newport and Lincoln City on the coast.
Favorite date night? I don't know if staying at home and watching a movie is our favorite date night, but we sure do that a lot. Besides, we can't stand the other people in the movie theater who talk and text and are loud and annoying.
Couple I imagine us growing old like? I first want to point out that this question is worded in a way that I'm not sure I understand it. Am I supposed to name a couple that I think we'll be like or am I supposed to describe how we will be as a couple? That being said, I think we'll be like Grandma and Grandpa Waite. We'll sleep in separate rooms. I'll have a farm for all of my kitty kitties so Brianne doesn't have to put up with them. She'll yell at me, I won't hear her so I'll just agree. The TV will always be on and really loud and the house will be 94 degrees because Brianne is always cold.
I hope you enjoyed my answers.
~Josh
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Bad Day for Bert
Poor Bert!
Friday was not a good day for this appendage of the Waite family. I was getting ready for what was supposed to be a fun day of shopping and scrapbooking with my step-mom. I was in the bathroom taking my morning medication (I'm secretly 80 years old so I have a regimen of morning and evening pills--maybe I should get one of those plastic things with the days of the week on them) when the phone rang. I left the pills on the counter and went to answer it. When I walked back into the bathroom, the pills were gone and Bert went streaking out the door. Both of our cats are often suspect to disappearing (or broken) objects because they always act so guilty (as Bert did at this instance). Obviously, I panicked. I called Josh to tell him what happened and then he called the veterinarian to see what we should do. We needed to take him in. Josh raced home from work and we took Bert to the nearest vet. The nurse told us they needed to get him to throw up, and then feed him charcoal to keep him from absorbing any of the pills he might have digested. They were going to have to keep Bert for a few hours to monitor him, so we said goodbye (he was already hooked to an IV and several other tubes) and left him. When we arrived back at our apartment, Josh found the pills under a blanket on the couch. Apparently I took them with me when I was on the phone and left them there after I got off. So we called the vet to tell them that we found the pills and Bert was fine, but they had already fed him the charcoal, AND they still wanted to keep him for a few hours, just in case. So it was all a mistake. An incredibly expensive mistake (I think the pet health care system also needs reform). And to add to my guilt, Bert came home looking like this:
They had shaved him in several parts of his legs, and one of them was covered in a bandage to keep him from bleeding. Luckily he bounced back pretty quick. Once we took the bandage off he calmed down and went back to being his usual, playful self. I'm glad Bert is alright, but I really wanted to go shopping...
Friday was not a good day for this appendage of the Waite family. I was getting ready for what was supposed to be a fun day of shopping and scrapbooking with my step-mom. I was in the bathroom taking my morning medication (I'm secretly 80 years old so I have a regimen of morning and evening pills--maybe I should get one of those plastic things with the days of the week on them) when the phone rang. I left the pills on the counter and went to answer it. When I walked back into the bathroom, the pills were gone and Bert went streaking out the door. Both of our cats are often suspect to disappearing (or broken) objects because they always act so guilty (as Bert did at this instance). Obviously, I panicked. I called Josh to tell him what happened and then he called the veterinarian to see what we should do. We needed to take him in. Josh raced home from work and we took Bert to the nearest vet. The nurse told us they needed to get him to throw up, and then feed him charcoal to keep him from absorbing any of the pills he might have digested. They were going to have to keep Bert for a few hours to monitor him, so we said goodbye (he was already hooked to an IV and several other tubes) and left him. When we arrived back at our apartment, Josh found the pills under a blanket on the couch. Apparently I took them with me when I was on the phone and left them there after I got off. So we called the vet to tell them that we found the pills and Bert was fine, but they had already fed him the charcoal, AND they still wanted to keep him for a few hours, just in case. So it was all a mistake. An incredibly expensive mistake (I think the pet health care system also needs reform). And to add to my guilt, Bert came home looking like this:
They had shaved him in several parts of his legs, and one of them was covered in a bandage to keep him from bleeding. Luckily he bounced back pretty quick. Once we took the bandage off he calmed down and went back to being his usual, playful self. I'm glad Bert is alright, but I really wanted to go shopping...
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