My Funny Valentines

Who are yours?

Tagged: All You Ever Wanted to Know ... and More

My friend, Robyn, tagged us. So here we go!

What is his name? Scott Murdock Christensen

How long have we been together? 5 1/2 years

How long did we date? Oh, the old love story! We met when we were 18 but didn't date until after our missions at 24 (summer of 2002) and got married at 25 in May 2003.

How old is he? Six weeks younger than me -- he'll be 30 in April. Scott's favorite jokes about me being older are, "You're so much older than me -- I don't even get your jokes. It's like you're from a different generation." And my personal favorite he says (because it's so blasted weird), "It's kind of like I'm Anna Nicole Smith and you're that really old guy." Seriously?!? Gross.

Who eats more? He does ... but only by a teeny, tiny margin. Sweets, on the other hand, are a different story -- he doesn't stand a chance up against my sweet tooth.

Who said "I love you" first? I did! Take that and rewind it back! (Ironically, my feminist mother was so embarrassed for me when she found out I said it first! Believe it Mom -- I'm a rebel without a clue.)

Who is taller? Scott. But that's not hard seeing as how I haven't grown since
the first grade ... practically.

Who can sing better? Me. And that's not bragging, it's just the plain truth, right Scotty? But I definitely can't sing Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline" with as much power and conviction as you.

Who is smarter? That depends on what you're looking for. For example, the explanation of the effects of greenhouse gases, or the mating habits of wolves, or elk migration, or how to identify bear scat -- you'll probably want to talk to him. On the flip side, if you're trying to find the best and cheapest place to buy large quantities of Diet Coke? You guessed it -- Me. I'm a genius when it comes to super important facts.

Who does the Laundry? What kind of a loaded question is that? I'm the laundrer, or laundress, in our house. Scott, however, is an avid vacuumer.

Who pays the bills? I do ... apparently. Speaking of, are bills due every month?

Who sleeps on the right side? Scott. I just always sleep on the side closest to the door, which happens to be the left -- it makes it easier during pregnancy when I have to make a mad, puking dash for the bathroom.

Who mows the lawn? Scott. Our yard here is so tiny, though, that it only takes a total of 7.2 minutes to mow the whole thing, weed-whack the edges, and take a few sips of lemonade.

Who cooks dinner? I try.

Who drives? It's about 50/50 although I'd be fine with driving 90% of the time. Two things bug me about Scott's driving: One - he drives so S....L.....O.....W....L....Y -- it just gives me way too much anxiety; Two - he has a hard time staying in his lane because he is constantly scanning the passing landscape, in search of animals -- it's like he's Steve, The Crocodile Hunter (may he rest in peace), always on the look out for another "beautiful specimen."

Who is more stubborn? Whoa. Tough question. I'd say it's a stalemate.

Who kissed who first? Scott was totally the pursuer on that one, or in his lingo, he was the predator and I was the totally helpless prey.

Who asked who out first? I don't think Scott ever really asked me out. We had written on our missions, he said he wanted to "hang out" afterwards (what a cop out!), and that's exactly what we did. I don't think either of us really ever asked the other one out.

Who proposed? He did. I'm not that much of a feminist. Sorry Gloria Steinem.

Who has more friends? I do. But he doesn't have the same need I have for interaction with the human race. Hence, the blog.

Who is more sensitive? That's a hard one. Probably me but he can be really in tune
with the way other people are feeling around him -- especially his little sisters (it's impressive).

Who has more siblings? Moi. I have six siblings (four brothers, two sisters) and he has three younger siblings (one brother, two sisters).

Who wears the pants? It's funny because I would probably say me and then I'd get all up on my high horse with the pants and then he'd put his foot down (very gently, of course) about something and knock me right off that high horse. So maybe I'd say we share them but, truth be told, we really just fight over the pants.


So to continue the business of tags and tagging, I would tag my sister Adrienne but she's, "like, so busy and plus, tags are like, so yesterday," so instead I tag Heidi, Traci, Kirsten, Natalie, and Mandy.

p.s. In honor of Scotty, I uploaded a few of his "kind" of tunes. Please pardon the interruption as I know some of you out there (Heidi -- I never would have guessed!) aren't big music people so I won't be offended if you turn your volume down; however, Scott probably will be.

Don't cry for me Pam and Jim -- The Truth is I Never Left You!

Hey y'all! Did you hear the writer's strike is almost over?!?!

Come back to us Office. We'll forgive you. Just come the freak back to us already.