I get up early in the morning to do what ever needs to be done, regardless of the time I get to bed. I raised my kids to do this too. Hick sleeps till noon on most days that he does not have to be to work.
My idea of breakfast is eggs, steak, chili, bacon, sausage and other high protein things. Hick thrives on carbs and sugars and everything that I look at and gain weight on!
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quote: And that after nearly two years without him, I can joke about it. [Cry]
Good for you!! I know for myself that if Andries goes home before I do the earth will tilt slightly on its axis and I will not survive. I did the divrced, single and alone thing for 20 years before he appeared, it won't happen twice.
Oh and we are very different. I believe in God. He does not. He is a wonderful exemplary Saint and Christlike being. I am not.
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I like country music. She's the classical type. I keep telling her she needs to learn to fiddle her violin. But nope, it's Rachmaninov the whole way!
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One morning we were getting ready for church or something. He was getting out of the shower and I was getting in, so we were both in our barest. [Blushing] He looked in the mirror, saw us both, and exclaimed, "HEY! We're different!"
The packrat thing I TOTALLY relate to. Picture MrCoco carrying stuff in the front door and Coco sneaking out the back door with other stuff. I like to show him a box and say, "Okay, everything you can name, you can keep." Doesn't work. Garbage day is one of my busiest days! No, I'm not that bad. I give him some slack.
quote: He lives in the real world. I live in multiple imaginary worlds at once.
Now, we have discussions about this quite often. He says he's so realistic, and I guess he is, but really, who's to say? I love imaginary worlds! It's why I'm so happy!
He's more serious, melancholy, quiet. I'm more happy, carefree and loud. We both needed the other for balance here, I think.
His integrity is like nothing I've ever seen before. He won't let my daughter and I "share" songs on our iPods. I'm like, "What's the big deal?" I know, I'm bad.
He's very, very athletic and good at most any sport. I'm more geeky with sports, but good with academics.
His favorite place is home. I like to get out more.
He must have thee best seat in the theater. I'd rather be away from people a little bit, on the side and definitely in an aisle seat.
He knows where all his money is and goes. I read the credit card statement so I can remember. (Which I pay off every month, BTW)
I go by faith. He likes more logic.
He researches a car purchase for 6 weeks or more. I research about 6 hours.
He believes that you do the right thing and then let it go. I worry.
He is excellent with math and science. Not me.
I look fierce, he actually is.
He looks gentle and mild, but if you have a choice between picking a fight with him and picking a fight with me, go with me. Your chances are better.
He is pleasant and friendly. I am cautstic and onery.
I do very well at public speaking and writing but in a one to one conversation, he can affect people more deeply than I ever could.
He is practical, but an optimist. I am impractical and a die hard pessimist. This actually works out really well because when we sit down and strategize something, we are unstoppable.
He can talk to anyone. I am not so much a people person.
I was a punk princess juvenile delinquent. He was the perfect kid, graduated seminary and served a mission.
He sees what can be. I see barriers.
I love to read. He doesn't.
I am argumentative and contentious. He never quarrels. but I will give in eventually. He is stubborn on the cellular level.
He was the person I needed to become who I could be. I was the person he needed to do what he had to do.
I can bully politicians and public figures. He can get his way with his sideways smile and twinkly eyes.
He loves nature and exploring. I don't share that enthusiasm.
We have the same sense of humor (but I am much louder he is quiet and wry). We have the same values. We share our view of the gospel. We are very loyal. We both loathe drama and hysteria. We both feel that we married above ourselves. And we both think that at the end of it all, the best thing about this life is being us.
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And to add to Jana: You don't just look fierce, EDG. You type fierce too.
There are a few differences:
Hubby's testimony seems to be unshakable. Mine has been shaken a lot ... and is stronger as a result, but still.
Hubby thinks of me first. If he gets himself a drink he pours me one too. If he gets himself a piece of pie he brings two forks. I have to remember and then argue with myself over whether to share ... and I often only share because I know he would share ... and sometimes I don't share at all, like the other night when I took the last bit of hot cocoa mix and didn't give him any.
He's a big picture person, I worry about the details. I drive him crazy with worrying and with my lists, he drives me crazy with not thinking about the myriad of details that have to be done to get any project off the ground ... but when you put the two of us together on a project, we complement each other pretty well.
He gets more annoyed with the kids' noise level than I do ... I guess it's good that I'm the stay-at-home.
He's strong when I'm weak.
He's brave when I'm a coward.
He goes and does while I'm still worrying and planning.
He makes me better, and yet he still feels like the lucky one. How could that be?
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