Ro Ro Romantic

Mr. Boombastic.

Last night Tug went to bed about 15 minutes before I did. Apparently I woke him up when I got into bed. We chatted for a bit then all went quiet (he was laying on his back because he went to the chiropractor earlier in the day). About 2 minutes later he says:
"Do you want to (I won't say what he actually said but it was very crass and probably worse than you are imagining)?
I couldn't help but laugh hysterically and say "Where did that come from?" (at, to. sorry inside joke, I just couldn't resist. Do you get it?)
Tug: "The romance vault."
Regina: "Nice. Goodnight Dear."

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Seen on a restaurant sign while driving home yesterday:
Eat Out. The wife you save may be your own.

Ain't that the truth. Hmmm, if ain't ain't a word would it be incorrect to leave out the apostrophe?

Nighttime routines

Tug and I have different sleeping needs. He needs to cuddle, I need my space. We have a larger than needed king-size bed that HE insisted we buy. I distinctly remember his sales pitch to me being "We won't even have to touch!" Well, I took him up on it and he has reneged. Now he insists that he can't go to sleep without spooning first. I indulge him--he gets 5 or 10 minutes of spoons. As soon as I hear him snoring I nudge him with my elbow, we kiss, say I love you then he rolls to his side and I sprawl out on mine. During spooning we usually talk a little about our day. Actually I should say I talk to him. On more than one occasion he has fallen asleep while I am mid-sentence then try to recover by muttering some completely off topic response. Other times he gets mad because I ask him work questions which he says get his brain going and now he will never be able to fall asleep--though he is often snoring within a few minutes. Gosh, tangent again. So last nights spoon convo went a little something like this:
R: Did you check out the blog today?
T: Um, I don't know. Maybe, why?
R: Cuz there is the cutest picture of Sweet Pea...
T: Oh yeah. She has a huge smile in it.
R: I know. She does have a big smile and a huge cheesy hat!
Tug then kinda laughed, kinda exhaled a big breath.
Silence.
I gently moved my foot forward then back again allowing my heel to find his shin.
T: Her hat isn't cheesy honey.

New hoo hoo math

I got this in an email from Amy. My sister-in-law's publicly educated kids are doing everyday math and I kept wondering what it is. If you wonder too watch this explanation. If your kids are doing everyday math but aren't yet in 4th grade here is what you have to look forward to for division and multiplication. It is long but if you are interested in what our kids are learning, or need help understanding how to do their homework, it is worth watching.

All I can say is...HUH? How is that easier or more efficient than what we were taught? Also, if the logic is to just use a calculator why bother teaching spelling. Computers have spell check after all. Oh and why even bother with reading. Most books are on audio tape now too.
Here is another link that is just funny about new math --not as long and it made me laugh and scratch my head.

I'm outta here

As I have said before, I hate dinner. I hate everything about dinner. I hate having to think up things to make for dinner. I hate having to go to the grocery store to get those things. I hate making dinner. I hate, oh wait I like eating dinner--I mean you can't go around hating EVERYTHING can you? The only other thing I like about dinner is when I am in the car picking it up-even better is when hubby does it. Anyhoo, hubby was home this evening but was on the phone for work so at about 5:20 I took things into my own hands and jumped into the car- figured if he was on the phone he couldn't complain about what I was getting. I took the kids with me because when he is on the phone for work it means he is locked in our bedroom and won't come out for any reason (I did leave SP home though, figured she can't really get herself into any trouble). I didn't tell hubby I was leaving. About 15 minutes after I left the following phone conversation took place:
ring, ring
R: Helloooooo
T: Hey, where are you?
R: I am out getting dinner.
T: Oh, why didn't you tell me you were leaving?
R: You were on the phone.
T: Oh, well you could have interrupted me (this is SOOO not true, he would have been pissed if I had interrupted but whatever). Why'd you take the kids?
R: Cuz you were on the phone. You wouldn't have known that they were out there (meaning rest of the house) alone. I left SP though.
T: I know, I see her here sucking on her hand. I came out of the room and couldn't find anyone. I kept saying "Hello, hello" but no one answered. I finally looked out the window and didn't see your car (he should consider a career move to private investigator).
R: Well, I'm just out getting dinner.
T: Alright. I thought maybe you'd finally left me for good. Then I realized the kids weren't here.
R: Ah yes, your first clue is that I have the kids with me. If I have the kids with me then I clearly plan on returning.
T: Right.
R: Now if I leave one night without telling you AND I leave the kids at home then you should worry...

Hat Model

Here is my newest creation. I think it looks a little too homemade--trying to be creative with the beads but methinks it looks too cheesy!

Speaking in truths

Got this picture in an email from Tug's uncle.

Ain't that the truth!

Just because

I was sitting on one couch, Tug on the other facing each other. We watch as Hammie, who is between the couches, starts playing with a Barbie
Regina: He really needs a brother!
Tug looks at me with a slight smirk, eyebrows feverishly going up and down.
Regina: I'm speaking hypothetically here. I mean in theory...he needs a brother.

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Sweet Pea is in her crib now and Hammie is in his bed. I say now meaning tonight is the first night. Ham went to bed first then I fed SP and Tug put her in bed. Hammie was still awake. I went in and said goodnight to H and reminded him not to get out of bed. A few minutes later I hear Ham:

"Shay-ah...Shay-ah. Baby. Baaaay-beee."

I quietly walk to his room and find him standing on his bed, bending forward screaming at the crib "Baaaay-beee. Baby, baby. Baaaay-beee."

Hmmm, guess he didn't break any rules there.

Oh, I put SP to bed tonight at 8. We will see if she adjusts her schedule and goes the full 12 hours until 8 tomorrow morning.

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Tug just found Eddie Murphy Raw on TV. Off to let the hilarity ensue!

Lillian cannot use the telephone...

Did you see that?

Did you see what number we are? Scroll down to the bottom of the blog, I'll give you some time...

waiting...

waiting...

go scroll already...

waiting...

Welcome Back,
That's right, The Ohio State University Buckeyes are now #3!! Here's the deal, LSU (formerly #1) and Kansas (formerly #2) lost this weekend so we have moved up to #3. Missouri (#1) has to play Oklahoma for the Big 12 title next weekend. West Virginia (#2) still has to play Pitt. We are done with our season and are sinisterly rubbing our hands in the clubhouse. Now, WV should easily beat Pitt so Missouri vs Oklahoma is our best shot. They played earlier this season and OU won but that doesn't mean much. I generally dislike OU but next Saturday night I will be screaming loudly for those Sooners! Our consolation prize (if we don't make it to the national championship game) is still the Rose Bowl which is nice enough but it would still be great to slip n' slide our way into the Championship game for a shot to redeem ourselves from last year--of course we could make fools of ourselves again but let's just think happy thoughts!

Boomer Sooner, Boomer Sooner...