Yes! I love this tag because I get to talk about my hunk of man-meat, the Shane-meister.
His name: Shane K. Johnson
How long have you been married?: 7 years 5 months
How long did you date?: We met in August of '99, and were married July of '00. That's seven years in Mormon dating time.
How old is he: 30
Who eats more? Him. I am on a strict diet of celery and black market phen-fen. (I know a guy...)
Who said "I love you" first? Him. I was merely the helpless co-ed being preyed upon.
Who is taller? Him. He is 6' and I am a dainty 5'7 and 1/2"
Who sings better? I've got him beat with Broadway, but he kills it with Johnny Cash and Willy Nelson. I love when he sings "To all the girls I loved before" to Hank. It makes me want to hurl.
Who is smarter? Shane is way more street smart. But I am good with kung fu stuff.
Whose temper is worse? His. But most of the time I had it coming to me.
Who does the laundry? He does. When I do it, it becomes a week-long project.
Who does the dishes? Our butler Benito.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? We sleep in a tangled mass of flesh I like to compare to a erotic Rodin sculpture...Just kidding. I do.
Who pays the bills? He does. I like to live in a little slice of heaven called Denial-ville.
Who mows the lawn? He does. He likes to mow our lawn into intricate rows resembling a baseball field. He is also slightly OCD.
Who cooks dinner? I do. I mash potatoes like no ones business.
Who drives when you are together? He does, and it's kind of a source of contention in our marriage. I mean, it's as though we were never liberated at all!
Who is more stubborn? Me. Totally. No competition. I'm Irish, and I'm Anne's daughter. But I know I'm okay cause God dont make no junk.
Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Shane, but I have gotten a lot better at this over the years. Both times I have been wrong were great teaching lessons.
Whose parents do you see the most? Shane's, since they live 12 houses away from us. But they are such a blessing!!
Who proposed? He did. We went to the San Diego temple where he had to scare off some Sister Missionaries that were tailing us. He proposed very sweetly on one knee then proceeded to put the ring on the wrong finger. Classic Shane!
Who has more friends? Me. I am way more outgoing. But when Shane has a friend they are brothers for life. In all honesty, his friendship is an honor.
Who has more siblings? The same. We are both middle children and sport matching chips on our shoulders.
Who wears the pants in the family? I like to talk big, but it's totally Shane. He is the head of our family. I am just the trophy wife. He makes me laugh like no other, and he is the best guy a girl could ask for.
I now tag Bethany, Nicole, Marianne, Karine, and Steph!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Posted by The Johnson's at 11:24 AM
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Posted by The Johnson's at 2:37 PM
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Shane is out of town for the next week so it was up to me to get all the Sunday night tasks completed. Feed Hank, change diapers, say prayers and take him to bed. About 25 minutes after alls quiet lights out, I hear my baby screaming. I run to his room and pull him out of his crib and held him as he cried inconsolably for about 15 minutes. It was obvious to me that he had a nightmare (so sad that 1 year-olds have bad dreams!). I held him until he settled down, then we sat on the couch together where he just held to me as tight as he could. It actually turned out to be such a sweet moment because my boy is usually far too busy for cuddles. Often I get a quick hug before he is off on his adventures, so I treasure those times where he slows down and we just sit together. I sang to him, and we talked about how dreams are such happy things to have, and all the different places we can go when we dream. It was all very Walton's but I loved it.
The experience reminded me once again, what an awesome responsibility it is to be a parent. A few days ago I posted about my parents making everything alright, and now it is my job to do the same for my boy. As he held onto me tonight for dear life, he fully expected that I would make everything alright, and that the world would be a little less scary if we were holding on together. What incredible trust they have in us! What an honor!
It's a small thing, and something I probably would have forgotten if I hadn't written it down. But a good reminder when he is a teenager and Karma gets me back for being such a tool to my parents. I'll remember the night when my boy needed me and I could actually fix it. "This isn't our problem...this is our gift."
Posted by The Johnson's at 10:49 PM
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Posted by The Johnson's at 2:25 PM
Thank goodness for Moms and Dads. I am 28 years old, a mom myself, and yet when my Mom and Dad tell me that everything is going to be alright, I still absolutley believe them. What a great blessing that is. Thank guys.
Posted by The Johnson's at 2:17 PM
Monday, January 7, 2008
Christmas Eve, Bethany Hank and I singing a trio!
Hank checking out the awesome toybox his dad and Grandpa Jo made him. I absolutely love him in his Hugh Hefner PJ's!
Santa's Elves. My dad says the three most dreaded words in the English language are: Some Assembly Required
The finished product, to be featured in next week's MTV Cribs...
And as if Christmas and the constant attention of adoring grandparents, aunts, and uncles wasn't enough to spoil my little angel rotten, his first birthday was on the 29th! I spent the day in a haze, wondering where the first year of my baby's life had gone, and fearing that the next 17 years would go just as fast. We had a great party with both families, still more presents, and my son diving face first into his cake!
You can see his disappointment that it wasn't chocolate cake. Somehow he managed to shovel it down, stopping only when he burst into tears upon hitting the cardboard base (which he then tried to eat as well)
Posted by The Johnson's at 6:00 PM