Random Survey

So, I was going through my "saved draft" folder of posts that never quite got finished and I found this survey, partially done. I think it is cute, so I finished it out. Enjoy! :-)

♥ What are your middle names? William and Grace. His full name means "Brave defender of the faith" and my full name is my parents prayer for me: "Wisdom and grace." This is the first time I've thought of those two names together, and to be totally sappy here, I think they are matched as perfectly as our first names. Sometime one of us should write a story featuring William and Grace.

♥ How long have you been together? Six years since we first met, 1 year, 10 months and a few weeks as a couple.

♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating?Wellll, technically we met when I was about 14 and he was 10ish. I don't actually remember him, though he tells me he spent his time being a brat and teasing me about having a crush on one of my guy friends. It's probably good thing I don't remember him. The first time I really remember taking notice of him was when we met at choir.

♥ Who asked whom out? He planned a huge, church wide valentine banquet, rented a suit of armor, bought a huge vase of roses and a diamond necklace, and, after the perfect introduction from the speaker (his father) came in and essentially proposed. I'd say he was the one that started it. :P

♥ Do you have any children together? Not yet.

♥ What about pets? None yet, but I think an aquarium of fish would be perfect. for right now.

♥ Did you go to the same school?In college Richard was my only classmate.

♥ Are you from the same hometown? Same metroplex....

♥ Who is the smartest? Not that I'm dumb or anything, but definitely him.Unless it comes to schedules or planning, in which case I'm the queen.

♥ Who is more sensitive? Me, mostly. Unless we're talking about sensitive to to the Lords leading...

♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? Florada!!!

♥ Who has the craziest exes?No exes to speak of, to our mutual delight.

♥ Who has the worst temper? Well, considering that I haven't EVER seen Richard angry at someone he loved, and certainly never at me... I'd say me. I don't get angry at him, but I certainly am a lot faster to take up offense. He's the reasonable one around here--the one that talks me down when I'm upset.

♥ Who does the cooking? Typically me.

♥ Who is more social? Richard. By far. Hands down. He can walk into a room full of strangers and visit like they are old friends, while I don't get much farther than the weather and such on my end (which assumes I don't slip out the back door and make myself invisible for awhile, which is usually first choice). That he can walk into a room and be friends with everyone there is one of the things I love about him. :)

♥ Who is the neat-freak? As far as crazily wanting it, him. As far as crazily not able to do anything until this place is clean, me. But we're both reasonable about it, and can CHOOSE to not "freak out" about a mess.


♥ Who is more stubborn? Heh. I'm as stubborn as anything, but I met my match in Richard. But 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? Not really either of us.... I mean, heh, we started out on a twin. And that worked just fine while it needed to. So now that we've got something bigger we totally are good.

♥ Who wakes up earlier? Definitely me.

♥ Where was your first date? The rest of the world, including my dearly beloved man, is welcome to say this doesn't count, but I'll always think of the time we went out to Chick-Fil-A as our first date. We'd both just passed a major college test together, arriving straight there from work without stopping for dinner. We were hungry, naturally, so we went together to grab a bite at Chick-Fil-A. This was months before his courtship proposal. In fact, it was months before he decided to MAKE his Courtship Proposal. But there were roses on the table, and we were together and could celebrate. One of the rare pre-marriage occasions we've ever had to ourselves. It was lovely.

♥ How do you spend the holidays? With our family.

♥ Who is more jealous? Him. Hands down. But I'm more possessive.

♥ How long did it take to get serious? We never had a time where we were romantically interested but not committed. The day he made his Courtship Proposal we committed to marriage. We both look back on that time as engagement.

♥ Who eats more? Richard.

♥ Who does/did the laundry? I do, typically.

♥ Who’s better with the computer? Being that he works with computers all day for a living, I'd say he is.

♥ Who drives when you are together? He’s a man. It’s his job. I'll spell him on long trips, but seeing as we've never had a long trip together that required spelling... he does. 

♥ Who is the romantic one? Richard is the most romantic man I've ever heard of. Seriously. Courtship proposal? Marriage proposal? Yeah, those were really, really fantastic. But it's normal for a guy to do fantastic things at those times. Richard is that romantic ALL the time.

Nasty little buggies

A week ago this thanksgiving Richard and I made a discovery that was rather dismaying. We discovered that we have bed bugs. I  really have no idea where they came from,  we were able to think of about 10 different possibilities. And that wasn't even counting the possibility that one of our any apartment neighbors has them. Apparently there is an epidemic of bed bugs in the DFW area right now. A couple colleges have closed campuses due to the infestations. So it isn't so surprising we have them--just bothersome.

So, since the discovery I've been terribly busy. I planned to take Thanksgiving week mostly off from work anyway to do the wedding scrapbook and spend time with my man, so I took the week completely off and spent the time cleaning every scrap of laundry an fabric in the house, bagging it in trash bags, and putting it in storage. I cleared out both closets in the apartment, and worked on the outer storage closet. It was a lot of work.

Then on Wednesday the exterminators came out and sprayed pesticide. They actually poked several holes in the walls of the bedroom and put poison in the holes. I really am not too crazy about having the pesticide around me, but I am glad to know how seriously the apartment is taking the situation. The exterminators will come back weekly for 4 weeks.

Richard and I have self-quarantined while we were getting the pests under control, but after doing his own research and talking to the exterminators I think that is coming to an end. We don't go out unless we have had our clothes in the drier for 30 minutes on high heat (which is plenty to kill the bugs), and then we spray our bodies and the clothes with Neem oil--which is a natural bug repellant and pesticide. Any surviving bugs will die in about half an hour, and no other bugs will be interested in getting on us.

All in all it seems to be getting better. It's been two days since we saw a living bed bug. I know better than to think they are gone, but at very least we've cut down on the population tremendously. Little by little. And, honestly, I have enjoyed the extra time I've had with my husband as a result, and I'm hoping this will mean a quieter Christmas season. Quarantine really isn't all that  bad when you are a newlywed.

In fact, sometime quarantine is pretty awesome.

affection

I never want to become so confident of my husband's love that I no longer feel a need for his little publically given affections.

Delight

Yesterday I had a very "I really am married!" moment. Richard and I were at his family's house for a birthday party. I'd stepped outside to fetch something from the car, and as I walked out I remembered how I'd felt when I first started coming to this home several years ago. Richard and I were good friends then, but I barely knew his family. I was so impressed, though! I couldn't help falling in love with them, even though at the time I hadn't the slightest notion of ever ending my name with theirs.

I remember writing something to Richard to that effect, so I've spent some time trying to find that excerpt.


January 13th 2006
I've told you this before, I know, and I'll be telling you again, but Richard, I really do love coming over to your home and working. When I have a family, and children, and my own house, I want to model it (at least in part) after your home. I love what your parents have done. The atmosphere, the music, the spirit.... Everything. 

Anyway, I always have some good time to think while I work, and your home is very conducive to that. It was the weirdest thing this afternoon. I was full of joy, even more than usual, and excitement, and just a lot of things as I was thinking, but at the very same moment I was incredibly sad. I kept thinking about time, and how quickly it passes. Christiana's first step, for one. She is walking now, but in a matter of years, she will be grown. She will have passed through girlhood and entered fully into womanhood, and perhaps even married. Just a few years, Richard. They will fly by so quickly.

Then Arthur... you know, I am going to be one of those old women to him that come up and pinch his cheek and tell him how cute he was when he was a boy, and how much he has grown, and how I used to know him when he was *this* big... 

And then, there was a time when you were still very much a boy. And now I'm watching you mature into a fine young man.... and while at once I am incredibly happy for you, for all the adventures you are soon to enter into, yes, even marriage to the "most beautiful woman in the world" (and probably the only 'perfect' one in existence)... at the same time I am very sad about that, in a way I can't exactly put into words. It isn't that I would hold you back, nor that I would stop Christiana right where she is so that every day she is taking her 'first step', I would never want to do that. I would never want you to reach less than your full potential in Christ, and that means changes. But, though I wouldn't stop the changes, and am very excited and joyful that they are coming, at the same time it is almost... heartbreaking. In a way. There were times this afternoon when I couldn't decide whether to burst out into joyous song... or burst out into tears. Ultimately I did neither on the outside, but indulged liberally in both on the inside. 

God's Smuggler

This book by Brother Andrew falls soundly in the category of Christian Thriller. From the first page on it is a page turner and very difficult to put down (though I managed to for long. Enough to make my man dinner last night!).

God's Smuggler tells the life story of Brother Andrew. It starts when he is a young bor, and follows him through WW2 in his childhood, his youth as a godless soldier, his conversion as a young adult after a war injury, and his ensuing growth in Christ. Brother And. rew led a very exciting life, but the must exciting part of it is the challenge it poses to other Christians.He takes aa heart wrenching look at our brothers and sisters in Christ and challenges us to follow our savior in caring for them in our words, actions and prayers.

A few of my favorite quotes from the book:

"A group is the right size, I guess, when each member can pray every day for every other member, indivvvidually and by name, interceeding for his personal needs as well as for the success of a particular mission."

"Our obligation [...] is simply to forgiv, however hard, and not to concern ourselves with the outcome in another's life."


God's Smuggler is a challenging book, an enjoyable book, and one I will be revisiting again soon. But I don't want it to stop. With simple enjoyment-that was not the purpose. Instead the book is a call for action, and that is where the real adventure in seeing God work begins.

so normal, but so different

Today was my first day back at work. It was a good day-a quiet day-a normal day. It feels strange to go to work again. Even though I have settled very naturally into the married lifestyle,going to work reminds me of how recently I was single and it reminds me of how extreme the seemingly subtle changes have been. I still think like I was single, in some ways.

For example. Miss Inez has changed rooms. When I saw the new window my first thought was. "Great! It will be so much easier now to see mom when she comes to pick me up!" I forgot-not only does my car work now, but also my home is now with my husband, not my parents. Now he is the one who cares for my needs.

Another reminder came when I started thinking of the hour I have between jobs and how I was looking forward to going to the apartment in between. My phone had stopped working and I had a panic moment because I couldn't call My man before leaving. I had to remind myself that "the apartment" is now my HOME. There is no need for me to call ahead to be sure either he he was gone or had a chaperon with him. That is my home, we are married, and I have every right to be there at any time I like without asking permission of anyone.

It is a little strange-life is so normal right now, and yet so different.

The first week

Well, I have completed the first week at home. It has been absolutely delightful to be able to devote all the hours of my day to making a homey little nest for me and my man. I've been fairly successful, too, though I don't necessarily FEEL successful, if that makes sense.

I've done a ton of unpacking, but there is still unpacking left to be done. But there are still empty drawers (a few) so that isn't so bad.

I've made numerous runs to stores the past few days, Bed Bath and Beyond, Target, Walmart. I've fallen in love with those wonderful things called "gift cards" that are basically the same as money minus the guilt factor.

If you don't understand "guilt factor" when it comes to wedding money, let me 'splain. Cash can be spent any which way. If I have cash in my pocket I am constantly trying to spend it in the MOST EFFICENT manner--which means, regardless of how I ultimately choose to use it, there may have been a better way (or a greater need for our family). If I have a gift card there are limited uses for the money, therefore I can buy whatever I like without second guessing myself. Not that I don't LOVE cash--we just tend to put cash to use in different ways.

I've cooked up several absolutely delicious meals for my man--in fact, when I have more consistent internet access I mean to write up a cooking post, and probably put up a few of my recipes. My man certainly can't complain about the meals he's being served!

All in all it has been a perfectly wonderful week. As much as I love my jobs, I'm not looking forward to being away from my nest so much during the day! :-)