15 years in a flash

On this day fifteen years ago, I was part of a story that may not be the best tale to share with the kiddies, but was the beginning of the rest of my life, as they say. Yes, there was lots of Schnapps involved, and even though it's all a bit fuzzy in my head, yes I did apparently initiate 'the kiss.' Since we began dating pretty much the next day, we still count that first kiss as our first anniversary-- March 4, 1994. In these 15 years, we've shared dorm rooms, apartments, a house, the birth of three kids, a lot of tears, a helluva bigger share of laughs, and a love that continues to grow.

But, how well do we really know each other, you may ask? Yes, let's drop the sappy tone with all the lovey-dovey talk... what better way than to play that little meme that's been going around on the blogs and the suck-you-in-world of Facebook. I've seen it called The Newlywed Game and How well do you know your spouse? Lovely hubby has agreed to play along, so we're starting with the same questions but we're not looking at each other's answers until these post get published. Ahhh... we could be the couple that leans into each other on the little couch and shares a quick smooch, or we could take turns beating each other about the head with the throw pillows. Let's see...

Here are the questions, with my answers about lovely hubby first, followed by my own personal answers for myself in parentheses below. Feel free to cheer us on, or mock us incessantly, however this little experiment may turn out.

1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
Tough one... if I have to pick just one thing, I'd go with College Basketball... tis the season.
(Comedy Central, baby!)

2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
Honey mustard, usually.
(Ranch all the way.)

3. What's one food he doesn't like?
Beans-- definitely. If he doesn't match this answer, I'm picking up that pillow. He HATES beans.
(For me, though, it's really freaking hard to pick just one... I am that classic picky eater. But I'm going with seafood, or more specifically shrimp, since that's something that he LOVES.)

4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order?
Let's see, if it's lunch, it's a Sprite, but if it's the evening, it's BEER. He'll order 'the BIG one' when it's an option. Not being a beer gal myself, I'm almost sure that it's lagers that he likes. Oh shoot...
(No doubt- Amaretto sour. Probably the easiest question on here for him!)

5. Where did he go to high school?
Cornwall High School.
(Plainfield High School.)

6. What size shoe does he wear?
Sometimes it's a 13, other times it's a 14-- but not sure which one is for which brand. (Big feet here- 9 or 9.5!)

7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?
Beer. Ha! No, my real answer is tools-- as in, his very own workshop tricked out with everything Sears has to offer.
(Oh... this one is harder to answer for myself... books is an easy answer, so we'll go with that...)

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?
How about ham/turkey/American cheese with mayo, mustard, lettuce and tomato... at least that's what I make him if we have the fixings.
(Turkey and swiss with mayo on French bread-- yum!)

9. What would he eat every day if he could?
Fritos with that jar of queso that Fritos makes. Or beer.
(One word- chocolate. Nuff said.)

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Raisin bran-- the 'two scoops of raisins' one.
(One that I actually eat- Total. Ones that I never get to eat- Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch... or Cookie Crisp, if you can call mini-chocolate chip cookies an actual cereal!)

11. What would he never wear?
This is a very hard one-- a tutu? a brasserie? a Red Sox jersey? I'm going to answer this one non-traditionally (aka, I'm going to get this one wrong), but I'm going with- a bare face. He'll never shave his mustache and goatee. Never.
(Hmmm... a thong. I don't get the whole intentional wedgie thing. At all.)

12. What is his favorite sports team?
Ding ding ding! I'm getting at least one right here! New York Yankees all the way!
(Whatever he roots for, in that pathetic wifey way. I'm not into sports...)

13. Who did he vote for?
The winner.
(Ditto!)

14. Who is his best friend?
If we're going with soul mate-BFF, well that would be me. If it's more along the lines of drink beers, talk about sports and do guy stuff, well that would be his buddy Drew. (We've been tight for about 9 years now-- Leslie, my other life-partner!)

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?
Another tough one... the list of potentials is pretty hefty. I'm going with running the water too strongly when I'm washing dishes. Even if it's not what he picks, I know he'll smile at this one! Or... farting. Whatever... a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!
(Start projects... no need to go any further with this one...)

16. What is his heritage?
Irish-- Red's follicle characteristic had to come from somewhere, right?
(Um... a nice little recipe of French Canadian, Spanish and supposedly Argentinian... but I think the FC is a little more dominant than the Spanish parts given my pasty white complexion!)

17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?
This is sort of a trick question, because his cake wouldn't be baked-- his favorite is Carvel's ice cream cake. Gotta love those little chocolate crunchies!
(Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. And if he could work in even more chocolate, that would be great!)

18. Did he play sports in high school?
Oh yes, he was, and still is, a basketball guy. I didn't know him in high school, so I use that as an excuse for why I cannot remember what number he wore...
(Um... no. Thick glasses, no coordination... no sports.)

19. What could he spend hours doing?
Clicking away at whatever is the latest build-a-world-and-stop-people-from-blowing-you-up computer game in his laptop.
(Easy peasy one for him to answer-- reading!)

20. What is one unique talent he has?
Lots of things... how about juggling? Or, being able to say, "I could build that!" about SO many things and being completely honest about it. Or, making that mourning dove call with his hands cupped around his mouth. Or, making our kids giggle with tickling. Any of those.
(Oh... who knows? I can make a mean meatloaf!)

There it is. So, how did we do??

Keeping my fingers crossed,