Tagged by Christie about my favorite person - also my hubby!
1. What's his name? Mark Taylor (just like 5 other of his graduating class classmates!!)
2. How long have you been together? married 2 years yesterday! whoo hoo baby!
3. How long did you date? 1.5 years
4. Who eats more? Have you ever seen a Wilkinson woman eat?
5. Who said "I love you" first? Don't know that either of us have ever said that...j/k, I actually can't remember but it was probably me - Mark was too busy trying to discern the spirit about me...guess we see how that turned out though..haha
6. Who is taller? Mark by a few inches...okay maybe half a foot
7. Who sings better? I'd say it's a toss up as well, but Mark would say definitely him
8. Who is smarter? Mark's book smarter, but I'm street smarter (yikes, what does that say about us?
9. Who does the laundry? Me, but Mark'll 'help' out sometimes if he's tired of waiting for me to do it.
10. Who does the dishes? Both. see above about laundry.
11. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Mark, though I'd prefer it
12. Who pays the bills? Me, with Mark's money, only fitting since I make the bills...haha, j/k
13. Who mows the lawn? Mark, I'm allergic to anything that grows outside and the skeeters love my blood! I was literally outside in the backyard with Mark last night for 5 mins. and got a bite for each minute- it's no wonder I"m not an outdoorsy girl, sorry mark!
14. Who cooks dinner? Usually me...sometimes General Mills- nothing like cereal for every meal.
15. Who drives when you are together? I offer to drive for Mark b/c he drives so much for work already, but he usually drives.
16. Who is more stubborn? Mark's in denial that he's not the perfect human specimen, but he'd say that I'm more stubborn, of course.
17. Who kissed who first? Mark says he made a move to give me a peck and I gave him a downpour of sloppiness....then as he is not as experienced as I what kind of judge is he! Don't ask what # it was for me, I lost count in my early 20's...ewwwe.
18. Who asked who out first? I will admit to being the 'aggressor' here, he was my roommates hometeacher and a roommate and I dabbled over who'd go after him. We both knew a good thing when we saw one. I'm pretty competitve anyway, at least I used to be. Slade's not up much for competition yet.
19. Who proposed? Mark played my favorite song on his guitar (he had to start over 3 times b/c he was so nervous, we'd already talked about it, so he knew I was a sure thing) and then came over to me and kneeled down, then had to stand back up to get the ring out of his pocket, then kneeled down again and asked.
20. Who is more sensitive? Mark would say I'm overly sensitive...then again he recognizes it's a gender thing so he's ok with it.
21. Who has more friends? I'd say me but it's hard to tell who Mark is friends with. I picture friends as laughing, talking, sharing nonstop...but after observing Mark and his guy pals for awhile - I realize it's usually the opposite for guys- lots of silence interspersed with dudes and factual talk.
22. Who has more siblings? Me - by 2 3-girls, 3 boys vs. Mark's 4 boys (he thinks we don't have much of a chance at having a girl)
23. Who wears the pants in the family? I don't really think of it that way. We both have our roles where we take charge (amen Christie).
There you have it. I tag Claudia, Teresa, Katie, Amberlyn, Candice, & Kari - and anyone else who has something to say on this one!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Correct Me If I'm Wrong...
But this has got to be the cutest baby I've ever seen- 100% photogenic b/c he's 100% adorable!!! I'm trying to convince Mark that we should put him in commercials to build up a college fund for him (a good Dave Ramsey plan right?)... I know every mom is supposed to feel this way whether or not it's true (b/c we can't tell in reality, our own children are always the cutest) - but I'm thinking I can't be wrong about our little guy.
Now at 8 months (in 3 days) he is always 'anxiously engaged' in some activity or another and loves to be entertained - he's a very smiley little boy..when he's getting attention that is! He's a great eater (just like mommy) and loves to try whatever I give him at least once. Good for baby, not so much for mom. He says mama but does not yet know why and loves to scream continuously just for the fun of it so loud that the neighbors hear (seriously). He has started to giggle at the funny things we do without us tickling him - now that is cute! He's also a water baby- we go to the pool once a week and he loves to be dunked, so says I. Likes his doggies too.
Throw your vote in to convince him that I've got a good case!
It seems like he's really starting to strike poses lately!
Messy face man - I knew better!
Lounging after a hard 10 mins. of play!
Dad's tired after a long day, but I'm just getting going!
I love to play but I love mommy's attention more!
Ok, seriously does it get any cuter?!
He is actually talking here, he talks with his whole body.
Sharing his toys already!
So sad, the end! Now go vote! :)
So sad, the end! Now go vote! :)
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Dave Ramsey Fanatic
My car is ten years old. I ride a Huffy K-Mart Blue-Light Special mountain bike. I have zero name brand clothes (sorry but I dont count Old Navy as name brand). I do not own any name brand shoes. I do not own an ipod. I do not own anything considered 'top of the line'. I only shop sales and am learning coupons as a way of life. My make up is from Wal-Mart as are my generic prescriptions and non-organically grown produce and groceries. I only own two very cheap bras. I make my own baby food. I make dinner from scratch (well, no frozen dinners anyway). I have not fixed the radio in my car for the past 2 years and it hangs open 24/7 (some goober tried to steal it and succeeded in breaking it then left it- thanks). I buy all of our fine dining serving platters and other types of deals at yard sales. I buy consignment baby clothing (mostly). We eat leftovers at least 3 x's/week. We are starting our own garden to make our own salads and such with. I make lunch for Mark to take with him to work every day. I use generic shampoo and get my hair cut in a student hair-cutting business. I am learning from Teresa that with some smarts and the right coupons you can get Walgreens/Rite Aid to pay YOU to buy their groceries and home products. I cut my fingernails as short as they go and my cheap toenail polish is in a constant state of repair. Our washer and dryer are from the 60's...literally. We only have one TV (one too many if you ask Mark), we have a renter, and we improve our home very very slowly. We do not have any debt except for our home (well, with the exception of my dang student loan, though the interest rate is less than 1% yipee). We are saving lots and paying extra on our mortgage payment (potential being that our home could be paid off before Slade hits elementary school) and plan to be millionaires by age 50, ok maybe 60, definitely by 70 many times over.
Ok, so Mark is the one who is the real movement behind us getting ahead, but I picked and married him so I've done my share of the work...haha.
If someone were to rob us...they'd get away with our TV and just leave the rest...they'd skip over to the neighbor's home with the BMW, the latest and greatest gadgets, the designer clothes, and the cabinet full of full-retail-bought food items.
Here's to Dave Ramsey and the working man!
Ok, so Mark is the one who is the real movement behind us getting ahead, but I picked and married him so I've done my share of the work...haha.
If someone were to rob us...they'd get away with our TV and just leave the rest...they'd skip over to the neighbor's home with the BMW, the latest and greatest gadgets, the designer clothes, and the cabinet full of full-retail-bought food items.
Here's to Dave Ramsey and the working man!
Friday, May 2, 2008
The only times I get mad at Mark...
Are when Mark is mad at me...usually. Mark rarely gets mad at anyone, especially me, so when he does it's interesting. It's interesting b/c I would never guess what he would get mad at...usually.
Slade, our 7.5 mo. old, has had a slight cold this past week and his nose has been a little runny off and on. One day it happened to be quite runny (despite my best efforts with those darned bulb syringe thingys) and it was almost trailing into his mouth so I wiped it off with my finger and wiped it on his onesie. Mark witnessed this and was completely disgusted to say the least. He was so disgusted he was MAD! When asked why I had wiped it ON him I didn't really have a valid reason...hmm. I don't do that with myself and I don't see other people doing that...why did I? Dunno. I speculated that if I saw someone else doing that I might be disgusted as well...motherhood is wearing down my germ phobias I suppose..that can't be good.
He also gets mad at me when I happen to walk around in my undies - thinking the neighbors are squatting beneath our windowframes just waiting for that moment. I told him people aren't generally peepers and it would serve someone right if they did catch a glimpse of me. His remark was, "Guys are totally peepers" ..ah the things I wouldn't have guessed Mark participated in before we were married.
He also gets mad at me when I threaten him. I tell him if he ever tries to leave me or hurt me or my children he won't live to see another day. Now I make these comments usually after I've been revved up after a cozy episode of 'America's Most Wanted', so it's not like I have psychotic thoughts out of the blue generally. But regardless he views these comments as very disturbing and that makes him angry. What can I say...don't do the crime if you ...don't want to part with your manhood. (BTW, that is a HUGE peeve of mine - for those of you who've been tagging about peeves - if a man EVER leaves his wife and children to search for happiness elsewhere...he deserves whatever's comin to him). There's a nice Christlike thought for the day.
Slade, our 7.5 mo. old, has had a slight cold this past week and his nose has been a little runny off and on. One day it happened to be quite runny (despite my best efforts with those darned bulb syringe thingys) and it was almost trailing into his mouth so I wiped it off with my finger and wiped it on his onesie. Mark witnessed this and was completely disgusted to say the least. He was so disgusted he was MAD! When asked why I had wiped it ON him I didn't really have a valid reason...hmm. I don't do that with myself and I don't see other people doing that...why did I? Dunno. I speculated that if I saw someone else doing that I might be disgusted as well...motherhood is wearing down my germ phobias I suppose..that can't be good.
He also gets mad at me when I happen to walk around in my undies - thinking the neighbors are squatting beneath our windowframes just waiting for that moment. I told him people aren't generally peepers and it would serve someone right if they did catch a glimpse of me. His remark was, "Guys are totally peepers" ..ah the things I wouldn't have guessed Mark participated in before we were married.
He also gets mad at me when I threaten him. I tell him if he ever tries to leave me or hurt me or my children he won't live to see another day. Now I make these comments usually after I've been revved up after a cozy episode of 'America's Most Wanted', so it's not like I have psychotic thoughts out of the blue generally. But regardless he views these comments as very disturbing and that makes him angry. What can I say...don't do the crime if you ...don't want to part with your manhood. (BTW, that is a HUGE peeve of mine - for those of you who've been tagging about peeves - if a man EVER leaves his wife and children to search for happiness elsewhere...he deserves whatever's comin to him). There's a nice Christlike thought for the day.
Conked on the head...
Today I was conked on the head. I'm not sure what exactly happened, just that I was sitting there and some random elementary child walks by and conks me on the head. I didn't see it happen...I felt it.
Teresa, Kari, and I decided to see what it would be like taking the boys and Maya to a matinee (rather than stay home and eat bon bons and watch Opera as my husband is sometimes convinced of). We don't really get out to see movies anymore (I think my last one was pre-Slade by 5 months) so why not? we decided.
Towards the end of the 30 minute long previews (seriously..why?!) about a gazillion elementary school kids and 2 teachers (ok, maybe more) came in. So now we miss some pretty integral stuff in the very beginning of the movie (National Treasure) while these goofballs file in - in madness. One kid even rolls down the isle ...voluntarily (who parents these children?).
Then the first conk came...Teresa was hit! What the heck!?! I figured some kid must have accidentally elbowed her in the noggin. (We were sitting in the very back row in case the babies acted up). Couldn't spot the kid b/c they were all in a blur going past us - ugh.
Later on in the movie as the zillionth child was up using the restroom - CONK! Some little brat conked me on the noggin - I wasn't sure what happened at first - it felt like someone butted heads with me. Not to mention the fact that I was holding a sleeping baby! Later when a teacher had him apologize to me (she must have witnessed the 2nd conk...I still wasn't sure it was purposeful) and I was taken off guard so I blurted a quick thank you (not sure why I thanked him...and not sure why I didn't make him apologize to Teresa as well!) to him and only realized after this transpired that he totally did it on PURPOSE!!! What the ________!?!?!? Seriously, who raises these children?!
On a funny side note, Slade grabbed Maya's hand and held it for a good 2 minutes (wouldn't you say Teresa?). So 14 years from now when he's begging for his first 'date' - I'll remind him he's already had it and he'll have to still wait 2 more years for another!
Also, every time a kiss scene came about in the movie all the kids boo'ed and yuck'ed it. That was amusing....if only we could keep them that way until they were about 30!
Teresa, Kari, and I decided to see what it would be like taking the boys and Maya to a matinee (rather than stay home and eat bon bons and watch Opera as my husband is sometimes convinced of). We don't really get out to see movies anymore (I think my last one was pre-Slade by 5 months) so why not? we decided.
Towards the end of the 30 minute long previews (seriously..why?!) about a gazillion elementary school kids and 2 teachers (ok, maybe more) came in. So now we miss some pretty integral stuff in the very beginning of the movie (National Treasure) while these goofballs file in - in madness. One kid even rolls down the isle ...voluntarily (who parents these children?).
Then the first conk came...Teresa was hit! What the heck!?! I figured some kid must have accidentally elbowed her in the noggin. (We were sitting in the very back row in case the babies acted up). Couldn't spot the kid b/c they were all in a blur going past us - ugh.
Later on in the movie as the zillionth child was up using the restroom - CONK! Some little brat conked me on the noggin - I wasn't sure what happened at first - it felt like someone butted heads with me. Not to mention the fact that I was holding a sleeping baby! Later when a teacher had him apologize to me (she must have witnessed the 2nd conk...I still wasn't sure it was purposeful) and I was taken off guard so I blurted a quick thank you (not sure why I thanked him...and not sure why I didn't make him apologize to Teresa as well!) to him and only realized after this transpired that he totally did it on PURPOSE!!! What the ________!?!?!? Seriously, who raises these children?!
On a funny side note, Slade grabbed Maya's hand and held it for a good 2 minutes (wouldn't you say Teresa?). So 14 years from now when he's begging for his first 'date' - I'll remind him he's already had it and he'll have to still wait 2 more years for another!
Also, every time a kiss scene came about in the movie all the kids boo'ed and yuck'ed it. That was amusing....if only we could keep them that way until they were about 30!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Harley Boogies
I've recently (finally) come to a very proud OCD conclusion that Harley boogies are just a way of life and I accept her as she is. If I find them all rubbed into the couch, sloshed around on the hallway wall, or on the baby's face, hair, or new outfit I will just toss my hair back, laugh it off and continue on my way. (I'll still wipe them off mind you, I'm not that accepting...I just will not lapse into a germ obsessed tyrade at Harley regarding her helpless, though useless and completely disgusting, bodily byproduct).
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