It appears that I have been "tagged" by Amanda in this here quiz thingy. It's good timing since I was trying to think of something to blog about. Here goes.
1. how long did you date before you got married? We dated 5 months and were engaged 5 months, leading to a total of...(drumroll)...10 months!
2. how long have you been married? 3 Months, 6 days, and 7 hours.
3. what does he do that surprises you? I could say reading aloud to me from Wikipedia about the history and origin of Gandalf the Grey, like he was doing just a minute ago...but that doesn't really surprise me. Something that does: He often watches my girl movies with me (Pride & Prejudice, Phantom of the Opera, etc) by choice and enjoys them.
4. what is his best feature? Hard to pick just one...he has very nice lips. And the shape of his face looks like it was chiseled by a very talented artist. His eyes are also nice...ok but as for the very best, I would have to say his smile. It's very contagious, which makes it hard to keep frowning when he smiles at me.
5. what is his best quality? One of my very favorites is his loyalty, commitment, and devotion to the people he loves and the things he believes in. I also really admire his leadership and people skills. And he has a wonderful quirky sense of humor; we can sit and giggle for hours about basically nothing at all.
6. does he have a nickname for you? It's pretty cliche but we always call each other honey. The Danish version of honey (sweetie baby etc) is "skat," and I think that one will gain popularity as my Danish improves.
7. what is his favorite color? Red and Green.
8. what is his favorite animal? He likes ALL animals a lot, but especially: Gorillas, Pandas, Polar bears...there are more favorites but I don't remember them right now. His favorite dog is a rottweiler. When we get a house we will probably get a Huskie though, I like them better.
9. what is his favorite food? He also likes ALL food for the most part...but his favorite of everything is steak.
10. what is his favorite sport? To watch/cheer for: Soccer (called Football in europe). To play/do: Swimming (on the closet shelf there is a box full of trophies he won for swimming).
11. when and where did you first kiss? October 25th 2007, in his apartment (now ours), chillin' after institute.
12. favorite thing to do as a couple? Hummmm...it depends on what mood we are in. Sometimes we really like going out to eat and/or to the movies, but that is pretty expensive in Denmark so we don't do it a lot. In the wintertime we enjoy having a "cozy night" inside (coziness is very Danish), watching a movie, oftentimes Harry Potter or LOTR, and eating something yummy. Playing the question game is always fun too.
13. do you have any children? Um....no. Haha.
14. does he have a hidden talent? He's a whiz kid with a rubics cube.
15. how old is he? 26
16. who said 'i love you' first? He did, also on October 25th 2007, after a few less committed variations in the days beforehand.
17. what is his favorite music? It varies. He likes Disney soundtracks, 70's - 80's music, church music, cheesy love songs, and pretty much anything upbeat. His current favorite band is queen.
18. what do you admire the most? I think the quality of his which I would most like to emulate is his ability to be positive all the time; to push negative thoughts out of the way in order to be happy and helpful to others.
19. do you think he will read this? Probably, he reads my blog periodically.
Done! I don't really know lot of married people with blogs...trying to think of who to tag...how about...Pri, Cat, Maren, and Joanna. Joanna, I know you're not married yet but you almost are so I'm tagging you anyway.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Fiddler on the Roof
"It is torturing to be homesick all the time, and yet not want to come home."
- Maud Hart Lovelace
I was just watching Fiddler on the Roof for the umpteenth time, and one particular song seemed very pertinent to how I have been feeling lately: homesick, but at the same time not wanting to come home. This particular song was one that I sang in a voice recital when I was sixteen, without knowing how it foreshadowed a decision I would make 9 years later.
Here is the song - "Far From the Home I Love." Just replace "there" with "here."
How can I hope to make you understand
Why I do what I do,
Why I must travel to a distant land,
Far from the home I love.
Once I was happily content to be
As I was, where I was,
Close to the people who are close to me,
Here in the home I love.
Who could see that a man would come
Who would change the shape of my dreams.
Helpless now I stand with him,
Watching older dreams grow dim.
Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,
Wanting home, wanting him,
Closing my heart to ev'ry hope but his,
Leaving the home I love,
There where my heart has settled long ago
I must go, I must go.
Who could imagine I'd be wand'ring so
Far from the home I love
Yet, there with my love, I'm home.
- Maud Hart Lovelace
I was just watching Fiddler on the Roof for the umpteenth time, and one particular song seemed very pertinent to how I have been feeling lately: homesick, but at the same time not wanting to come home. This particular song was one that I sang in a voice recital when I was sixteen, without knowing how it foreshadowed a decision I would make 9 years later.
Here is the song - "Far From the Home I Love." Just replace "there" with "here."
How can I hope to make you understand
Why I do what I do,
Why I must travel to a distant land,
Far from the home I love.
Once I was happily content to be
As I was, where I was,
Close to the people who are close to me,
Here in the home I love.
Who could see that a man would come
Who would change the shape of my dreams.
Helpless now I stand with him,
Watching older dreams grow dim.
Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,
Wanting home, wanting him,
Closing my heart to ev'ry hope but his,
Leaving the home I love,
There where my heart has settled long ago
I must go, I must go.
Who could imagine I'd be wand'ring so
Far from the home I love
Yet, there with my love, I'm home.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Forgotten keys and a fuzzy pink bathrobe
One afternoon last week, I was chatting with my mom in my apartment, when I remembered that I had to go down to the laundry room to switch a load over. I told mom that I would be back in just a minute, and got ready to go down.
*Side note: when going down to the laundry room, I rarely bother to make myself presentable. I usually have messy morning hair, and often wear my pajamas.
This day I was luckily wearing jeans and an old tee shirt, not pajamas. I did, however, have extremely morningish hair (and you don't know the meaning of morningish hair until you have seen my hair in the morning). My choice of footwear for the occasion were Morten's big ugly house slippers.
Perhaps because my mind was on the conversation with my mother, or perhaps because it was on my plans for the afternoon, I was feeling particularly absent minded that day. In any case, I realized just as the automatically locking apartment door clicked sickeningly behind me, that I had forgotten my keys.
I had no phone. No money except a bit of laundry money. No coat (it was a cold day and my old tee shirt was very thin). I had never spoken with any of the neighbors. I sat on the step for about 15 minutes, completely at a loss as to what to do. That was when the lady next door got home.
In perfect keeping with the danish attitude of giving people their "space," she glanced at me (sitting on the step looking forlorn with my face in my hands, and a laundry basket in front of me), and after an absent minded "Hej," started unlocking her door. I figured I couldn't get out of this scrape without asking someone for help and this was the best opportunity I would get, so in a torrent I explained my situation to her and asked to use her computer to contact Morten (he was at work). She was very nice and I got ahold of Morten, who said he could be home in about an hour to let me in. I was very anxious to leave the embarrassing situation of being in this lady's apartment dressed in such a way, so I hurriedly declined the offer of a borrowed coat, and forgot to ask if I could use her bathroom. When I got back out on the step to my laundry basket, I realized my foolishness, realized that I would need a bathroom before an hour was over, and that I couldn't just sit on the step for that time.
I didn't want to bother the lady again though, so I rummaged through the contents of the laundry basket. There was nothing resembling a jacket except for my fuzzy pink bathrobe. But...desperate times call for desperate measures. I put on the bathrobe and headed outside to the nearby shopping center to find a restroom.
Messy hair, old clothes, my husband's big slippers, and a fuzzy, bright pink bathrobe flapping in the breeze, all won me plenty of stares. Luckily I had just recently read Elder Wirthlin's talk about laughing in a situation that makes you want to cry. So I amused myself for an hour by laughing inwardly until Morten got home with the (blessed!) keys, and we both had a good laugh.
*Side note: when going down to the laundry room, I rarely bother to make myself presentable. I usually have messy morning hair, and often wear my pajamas.
This day I was luckily wearing jeans and an old tee shirt, not pajamas. I did, however, have extremely morningish hair (and you don't know the meaning of morningish hair until you have seen my hair in the morning). My choice of footwear for the occasion were Morten's big ugly house slippers.
Perhaps because my mind was on the conversation with my mother, or perhaps because it was on my plans for the afternoon, I was feeling particularly absent minded that day. In any case, I realized just as the automatically locking apartment door clicked sickeningly behind me, that I had forgotten my keys.
I had no phone. No money except a bit of laundry money. No coat (it was a cold day and my old tee shirt was very thin). I had never spoken with any of the neighbors. I sat on the step for about 15 minutes, completely at a loss as to what to do. That was when the lady next door got home.
In perfect keeping with the danish attitude of giving people their "space," she glanced at me (sitting on the step looking forlorn with my face in my hands, and a laundry basket in front of me), and after an absent minded "Hej," started unlocking her door. I figured I couldn't get out of this scrape without asking someone for help and this was the best opportunity I would get, so in a torrent I explained my situation to her and asked to use her computer to contact Morten (he was at work). She was very nice and I got ahold of Morten, who said he could be home in about an hour to let me in. I was very anxious to leave the embarrassing situation of being in this lady's apartment dressed in such a way, so I hurriedly declined the offer of a borrowed coat, and forgot to ask if I could use her bathroom. When I got back out on the step to my laundry basket, I realized my foolishness, realized that I would need a bathroom before an hour was over, and that I couldn't just sit on the step for that time.
I didn't want to bother the lady again though, so I rummaged through the contents of the laundry basket. There was nothing resembling a jacket except for my fuzzy pink bathrobe. But...desperate times call for desperate measures. I put on the bathrobe and headed outside to the nearby shopping center to find a restroom.
Messy hair, old clothes, my husband's big slippers, and a fuzzy, bright pink bathrobe flapping in the breeze, all won me plenty of stares. Luckily I had just recently read Elder Wirthlin's talk about laughing in a situation that makes you want to cry. So I amused myself for an hour by laughing inwardly until Morten got home with the (blessed!) keys, and we both had a good laugh.
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