Since last week my husband has been dropping hints about what he wants for a Valentine's gift.  It's not the card-a-day for fourteen days that touched him, or the surprize balloon-bouquet sent to him at work, or even the card with the chocolate lips that says, "You Moooooove me."




No, it was the pizza. On whim I once sent him a pizza for lunch at work. A double meat, pepperoni and sausage, heart-attack in a box, size large pizza. Just for him. 




Nothing says I love you like pizza.



How will you say "I love you" this Valentine's day?

I know that there are some questions that men hate to hear from their wives. Sometimes I ask the stupid questions, just to be mean, just to see what kind of answer my husband of eleven years, and friend of more than twenty years, will come up with.

"Am I fat?"
"Would you love me if I weighed 300 lbs?"
"If I die, are you going to get married again?"

Sometimes he knows I am being ridiculous, and sometimes, I guess when he isn't quite plugged into my mood, or properly reading my mind he answers: "Fat? No, but you could loose weight if you exercised more and didn't drink so much diet coke and eat candy at 10:00 at night."

Which is a fine answer. It gives me an excuse to be mad so that he feels like he needs to go to the store and replenish my supply of Reese's Peanutbutter Cups.

Today I asked him, "Why do you love me?"

His amazingly romantic answer? "Because I made a commitment before God to love you."

I huffed and blew my hair out of my eyes. "No, I mean, apart from an act of your will, apart from discipline, why do you love me?"

He got this deer-in-the-headlights expression. I wasn't aware this was one of those questions that stump a man. I gave him some of my specific reasons why I love him above all other mortal men. Reasons why I married him. I carefully explained that when I am so frustrated or angry with him and us that I feel like I am going to explode, that I remember these reasons, and it helps me remember how and why I love him.

He tried to take my reasons..."Well, that's why I love you too!"

"Listen, you can't just look at my paper and see my answers you need to come up with your own!" I continued to express my feelings on this.

He just sat there. He says he was listening. But since he said nothing, I think he was thinking about his next homework assignment from his online school.

I am so going to need some Reese's!

Unashamed blessed me with a Creative Blogger award. I am not sure where in my files I put the little widget doo-hickie award, but even If I can't proudly display my little banner, I want to tell her thanks for the nice things she said about me (and my blog designer, Emma Sometimes.) A couple of weeks back, Mad Goat Lady was also thinking about me and blessed me with a Thoughtful Blogger award. And becasue I was vague and link-less before, I want to again thank the Super Doozie for the Blog Fairy gift she delivered for the silly rhyme I left for her contest. You blogging ladies are such a sweet crowd to hang out with. If you haven't visited any of these links go ahead and do that right now. I'll wait until you come back.

Tonia at the Family Jewels tagged me cause' she's sweet like that...

Five things to do before I die:
1. Finish scrap books
2. Go to Italy with my husband
3. Take a Mother/Daughter vacation and not have one argument
4. Learn discipline
5. Organize my life

Five things I can do:
1. Love -
2. Open -
3. Make -
4. See -
5. Take good answers from other people's blogs for a meme.

Five things I cannot do yet:
1. Speak Spanish
2. Ride a unicycle
3. Go without taking my Happy-pills
4. Find car keys
5. Take great pictures.

Five things that attract me to my husband:
1. Shoulders
2. Laughter
3. Dimples
4. Integrity
5. Honor

I was also tagged for the eight random things meme by the amusing and talented 'Erin-Go-Braghless' (People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules--but I am not going to post rules because you probably already know them.)


1. These things came out of my Grandma Fire-Engine's house. I took them all home with me because I am greedy, but I don't really need any of it.
2. I wanted to take pictures like this and this and this, but I don't think my pictures look half as nice. I have a terrible case of picture envy. Everyone I know can take a better, more artistic photo than I can. I wish I knew how to put pretty frames on them so they didn't look so plain
3. The little doll in the picture was one I played with at my Grandma's house when I was a child. Sure, her hair is fuzzy and falling out, sure, that dress is too big for her, but she was always my favorite, and I loved this outfit best. I don't know why. Maybe it is her sweet expression, or maybe all the other dolls picked on her and I felt sorry for her.
4. The Bed Time Story Book was on Grandma's book shelf. She owns hundreds of books. I think she must be one of the people I inherited my book-love form. When I was young, I had no idea that many of the books on her shelf were classic tittles even an early 1887 print of Les Miserables by Victor Hugo.
5. My husband and I saw the musical Les Miserables together our first year of marriage. I bought him the soundtrack for Christmas one year. We love it. I don't think I have listened to the soundtrack, however, since my last child was born. I have no idea why.
6. My Grandfather made the picture of the cat when he was in school. It is painted. I wanted it because it was his.
7. There are two quilts in the picture, an unfinished one with embroidery that my daughter wants for her room and a finished one with some damage that needs to be fixed. They both could use a good dry cleaning.
8. I can't sew. Any volunteers?