About Dan and me

I've been tagged 50 times, I'm bored at work, and haven't updated my blog for awhile....so here goes nothing.....

How long have you been together? Since the winter of 2003

How long did you date? Too long for Dan, just right for me. (1 1/2 years)

How old is he? 34

Who eats more? We're both gluttonous pigs

Who said "I love you" first? Dan

Who is taller? Dan

Who sings better? Dan actually has a better voice but he won't sing unless we're playing Rock Band and he's assigned the singing part. I wish he'd sing with me more!!

Who is smarter? Dan...all the way, especially when it comes to politics. I'm a dummy!

Who does the laundry? Mostly Dan, but many times it's a joint effort

Who does the dishes? Me (Dan helps out after I make a big meal)

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Dan

Who pays the bills? Dan

Who mows the lawn? Lawn? What's that? We're in a condo and I haven't seen a lawn in years. But when we get into a house, Dan will definitely be the lawn mower although I don't think he's mowed a lawn in his entire life.

Who cooks dinner? Me. When I'm gone at nights Dan will make him a PB&J sandwich - that's the extent of his cooking.

Who is more stubborn? Both of us are stubborn as mules (but Dan is more stubborn)

Who kissed who first? Dan kissed me out of the blue. I wasn't expecting it and it freaked me out at first, now I'm glad he did! :)

Who asked who out? Dan asked me out first, once again I freaked out but glad I went. (Can you tell much of our dating life was me freaking out?).

Who proposed? Well, neither of us really did. Seriously, it all happened so fast. Dan got a job in CA and had to be out there in 3 weeks. So I'm actually the one who said, "we better get married before you leave or it won't happen". I didn't even get my ring until the day before my wedding.

Who is more sensitive? Depends on the situation, but usually me.

Who has more friends? We both do

Who has more siblings? Dan

Who wears the pants in the relationship? Dan lets me think I do sometimes, but I know it's really him, which is the way I want it. So I guess we both have a leg.

My personal horror story

Have you ever experienced something so nasty that you wish you could permanently remove the haunting images from your mind? If not, consider yourself lucky, because today I was a witness to something I never want to experience again….EVER!

So, this afternoon I headed down to Quest Diagnostics in Herndon, VA (stay away, please!) for a urine and blood test (I live a glamorous life, I know). Now, for those of you who don’t know the area, Herndon is known as one of the "ghettos" of Northern Virginia, but it's close to my work so I thought, "can’t beat the convenience…how bad can it be?" Heh. Let me tell you, pretty bad.

I was one of the only patients there (besides a lady with a screaming child), so I didn’t think the wait would be very long. Apparently the phlebotomist-on-call was inadequate because I was there for an hour and was the 2nd person in line. I had my blood drawn (which was an experience for another post), was then given “the cup,” and headed into the bathroom. Every doctor's office I have been to (and I've been to many) has a cupboard in the bathroom, where the urine samples are placed. They are then (supposedly) immediately taken by the lab staff to ensure privacy and safety. So, you can imagine my horror when I walked in and saw this:

I nearly lost my lunch. Here they were, lined up... Everyone's urine samples on display like a trophy collection. The thing that disturbed me the most was that I was the only patient in the clinic at the time, which means the samples in the red box had been there for over an hour. I wonder how accurate the results will be after sitting there that long?! Although, there are deeper questions in this situation that deserve answers...

The whole bathroom smelled like pee and the floor was sticky and had not been mopped in what seemed like weeks. I proceeded to do my business and when I began writing my name on my sample cup, my fingers seemed to stick to the marker that was in there. You can only imagine what was on the marker, and now, my fingers…! I wrote my name quickly, left my sample with the trophy samples, vigorously washed my hands and left that white trash clinic before I could barf. I just hope some druggie didn't switch their sample with mine. That would be an interesting situation to explain to my boss (and husband)!

Anyway, I thought I would share the visuals so that I wouldn’t have to suffer alone. Aren’t you glad you checked in with the Milepost today?

I love Thai food

I signed up to take a Thai food cooking class in February. Don't ask me why I did this, as if I don't have enough to do. Anybody want to take it with me? Dan will be one lucky guy because Thai food is his favorite (along with Chinese, Italian, American, Indian...you get the idea).

Here's what's on the menu:

Thai Iced Coffee

Pad Thai

Mushroom and Snow Pea Stir-Fry

Hot and Sour Soup

Garlic Shrimp
Thai Lettuce Wraps
Thai Barbecue Chicken Wings
Pineapple Salad with Cucumber and Peanuts
Thai-Fried Bananas
Mango Sticky Rice

As a cake decorator, I hope I never make this mistake.....

Our Sanctuary

I went to a movie with my friend the other night. On our way home I started giving her my sob story of how sick I am of the pre-marriage, white trash furniture sitting in our bedroom. We each separately bought our dressers and night stands right after moving out to DC and have had them ever since. If they were of a nicer quality, it wouldn't be such a problem...but they're pieces of crap. Dan's dresser has 3 broken and crooked drawers that aren't even being used because the metal tracks broke. The thing has been sitting in our room, half used, for the past 6 months. The leg fell off my dresser when I first bought it (talk about quality) and have been using duct tape the past 5 years to hold it on. Needless to say...I was depressed.

So anyway, my friend told me something that had an impact. She said that so many of us spend time and money decorating our living room and dining room, because that's what guests see. Her point was that the bedroom should be our sanctuary. Well, I thought about that for a long time (okay, one night) and the next day Dan and I found ourselves in the furniture store buying this:


I'm not a compulsive buyer, but for some reason this was easy for me to drop the money on. It's something we will always have and heaven knows, when we have kids we won't be able to afford stuff like this. Thanks Shanae for making me feel guilty enough to go buy new furniture. :)
It wouldn't have happened had we not had our conversation.

Not much going on in this neck of the woods....

I wish I had something exciting to post. I guess I'll post a journal entry of sorts, just so my blog fans will continue to check back.

Nothing exciting has happened since I posted last. I'm back to working full time, teaching piano lessons and trying to find a spare moment to spend with my husband. We got "Guitar Hero" and "Rock Band" for Christmas so we've been playing like maniacs, trying to unlock more songs. It is so addicting...hence the reason I haven't posted in so long (and the reason why my house is a wreck).

I've been trying to spend as much time as I can with my new niece Sophia. She is such a sweetheart and I can't get enough of her. As a matter of fact, Noelle and baby (that's what I call her) just went to lunch today. I hope one day I can have kids half as cute (Wait...I'll give anything just to have kids....even if they're not cute!)

That's pretty much my life! I promise to post something more exciting in the near future.