Most of you know I’m not real big on the memes around here. Not because I don’t like reading them–I’d actually be happy to read memes filled out by my friends for hours–I just don’t usually DO them.

(Which would, of course, explain why, if you’ve tagged me for one, I probably haven’t done it. It’s not because I don’t like you. Honest.)

Occasionally, in this great and vast interweb world, there is found a meme so wide spread, of such great proportions, so exceptionally grandiose, that it would almost be blogger sin not to complete it.

No, I’m not talking about the “25 Random Things About Me.”

The only other time I’ve done a meme in the history of this bloggity spot, it involved random things and while we all know I could certainly pull 25 MORE out of my fuzzy head, I’ll spare your sensitive hearts.

And besides? You want your fill of Random Things? Just log in to Facebook and you’ll read approximately 76,500 random things and ABC’s about everyone and their cousin, brother, uncle and long-lost childhood best friend. That’ll keep ya busy for a while and fill your need for The Random.

(Of course, if you actually log in to Facebook more often than once a week, you probably aren’t quite as overwhelmed with the number of Random Things out there as those of us who are members of the group “I’m a Facebook Slacker and Proud of It!”)

So ANYway. Now that I’ve talked about nothing, lost your interest and been completely RANDOM, I’ll get on to the meme I was planning on doing here.

(Clearly, I’m all about following the rules of writing and blogging today. Rambling, random-ness and memes. Notice a theme emerging?)

So all that to say I’m sure you’ve seen the Love/Spouse/Significant Other meme going around the past couple months. I mean, who hasn’t?

Oh. I’m the only one who’s seen it 50 billion times? Oh well. Humor me.

The truth is, I just feel like talking about my guy. Because I love and adore and fall head over heels for him every single day.

(And he went on a 44-mile bike ride this morning–BEFORE WORK–and he lived to tell about it and I’m so stinkin proud of him.)

So. THE MEME/QUIZZY thing. That’s right. That IS the goal here.

(Warning: the one or two word answers you’re used to on these things? Don’t expect them. Come on, people, this is me, the Queen of The Ramble you’re talking to. Keeping with The Theme and all that.)

What are your middle names? David and Marie. His parents just liked biblical names. (I think. I’m totally making that up, but hey, his dad’s a pastor and all their kids have biblical names, so, you know. It fits.) Mine first belonged to my grandmother and great-grandmother. For years when I was little, I actually planned to name my daughter completely after my beautiful great-grandmother, whose name was… wait for it… Mabel Marie. My Gram, great aunt and my mom eventually talked me out of it. I know–what’s wrong with these people?

How long have you been together? Together for over six years and married for four years, eleven months and 16 days.

How long did you know each other before you started dating? Weeeeell, if you want to be technical, we first met when I was 14 and he was 21. But, ya KNOW, there wasn’t much attraction there because, well, HELLO? The age difference. Being that I was indeed 14, wearing jean jumpers and oversized tennis shoes with my glasses and straight hair to my hips (all my own sense of what I called “style”–not my mom’s–she just paid for the clothes) John didn’t exactly remember me much that first meeting. So when we “re-met” several years later, it was only about a (gulp) month or so before we were officially “together.”

Who asked whom out? He said, “Um, what would you think if I talked to your dad about beginning a serious relationship with you that could lead to marriage?” You figure it out.

How old are each of you? Okay. You’re not allowed to laugh. Well, maybe you are. Anyway. I’m 23. And John is old. I won’t say just how old, but just know that as of a couple days ago, he left his twenties. I know. Discreet.

Do you have any children together? Troy, three and Merritt, one. And two little ones waiting for us in heaven.

What about pets? Fat Cat, otherwise known as Gracie. Our Australian Shepherd went to live with her Border Collie cousin when John was deployed and I lost my sanity, what with the two babies and wild dog. I needed help.

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple? The one we’re in the middle of right now. But you know what they say–what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and we’re definitely–DEFINITELY–stronger and closer than ever because of it.

Did you go to the same school? Heh. Being that I was starting kindergarten when John was in junior high… nope.

Are you from the same hometown? Me=California desert. Him=the tip top of the Rocky Mountains. Opposites attract and all that. I also like to say I married him for his hometown. It’s my personal happiest place on earth.

Who is the smartest? I’m not saying I’m stupid or anything (hey, my grandpa–an engineer for Boeing–used to send me money as congrats for my standardized test scores. And I did graduated with a 4.0. Not that I’m bragging. Of course.) but, BUT, John is the brains around here. Like, as in, SERIOUS brains.

Who is more sensitive? Ha. Haha. HAHAHA. Me.

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? Alaska. Honeymoon. Heaven. On. Earth.

Who has the craziest exes? Can I plead the fifth? There are people we know in real life who read this blog. And they are all laughing right now. Cough. Cough. Choke.

Who has the worst temper? Being that John doesn’t have one–AT ALL–and, you know, opposites attract… ahem. Let’s just say that when we let God work, He does great things. (Although it is all relative–there aren’t many true temper tantrums around here. Well, if you’re only counting the grown-ups.)

Who does the cooking? Typically me. But John loves to cook and, if he’s around, is right over my shoulder trying to help, smelling the food and taste testing. And taking over if given the opportunity.

Who is more social? Social Butterfly meets Mr. Epitome of Quiet.

Who is the neat-freak? We’re both pretty neat, but, wait, do you see that stray shoe over there? Twitch, twitch. And, um, someone left out a cup. And, oh my word, DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST EMPTY YOUR POCKETS ON THE TOP OF THE PIANO?? Complete convulsions begin.

Who is more stubborn? I just love these questions. It’s always pleasant to think about how good both of us are at holding our ground. The truth is, there is one of us who usually, you know, LISTENS TO THE LORD and SOFTENS HIS HEART first. And it’s not me.

Who hogs the bed? Hey, it’s not my fault. He was in Iraq and I got used to sleeping diagonally.

Who wakes up earlier? 5:00am. Every day. He’s downstairs with his Bible and his tea. I know. The crazy guy prefers his focused time with Jesus to sleep. What’s up with THAT? (i.e., the sound of that alarm=conviction to me.)

Where was your first date? A hike in nearby desert hills. In the guestbook at the top of the trail, we wrote, “John and Ash–Day One.” Everyone together now. Awww.

How do you spend the holidays? With the fam. And lots and lots and LOTS of tradition.

Who is more jealous? One word: ME.

How long did it take to get serious? If you count the first time we met, it was two and a half years. If you’re going from when we “re-met” it was (cough and choke) about a month.

Who eats more? John. Unless it’s ice cream we’re talking about.

Who does/did the laundry? I do, typically, unless John remembers at the last minute that he needs work clothes washed and we’re about to head to bed and he (sweetly, kindly) sticks his own load in the washer.

Who’s better with the computer? Being that he gets at least one or two phone calls a week from friends or family needing “technical support” and he, you know, keeps the Marine Corps’ computers and networks running FOR A LIVING, I’d say he is.

Who drives when you are together? He’s a man. It’s his job. Except when we’re on an eighteen hour trip. I take a shift here and there, though he usually can’t sleep when I’m driving because he’s afraid I might be driving along and watching the road, and the cars, and the people in the cars, and the scenery and… oh, pretty flowers…

Who is the romantic one? It depends on whatcha mean by romance. I’m the mushy one, but he’s pretty fantastic when it comes to melting my Jane Austen-raised heart.

Did you make it to the end? I heartily applaud you. Now, purty please and if you feel like it, pick the two questions that correspond with your birthday (i.e.–mine is 4/1, so I’d do question 4 and question 1) and answer them in the comments. And if you aren’t married or don’t feel like obeying my orders, go ahead and tell me to cut out the narcissism and STOP WITH THE TYPING ALREADY.

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