What's in a (blog's) name?

Well, here I am.  Trying this again.  Blogging.  Just who do I think I am?  Why does anyone care about what I have to say?   Who cares about my opinion?  My thoughts, my stories, my experiences.  At this point:  I don't know and frankly, I don't care.  I'm warning you now... I sometimes spell words incorrectly.  My "grammar" isn't stellar and I will make lots of embarrassing mistakes as I open myself up to this cruel and VERY opinionated world.  But I must carry on. 

I've often wondered how people come up with the names of their blog.  Some are obvious.... but others are obscure.  And I'm interested to hear the story behind their name.  So, I'm going to share the origin of my blog's name.  I think it's interesting.  Maybe you will too?

I met my husband, Ted back in March of 2006.  One of the things that attracted me to him was his sense of humor.  I love to laugh and tease and have fun, and so did Ted.  We brought that out in one another.  We had only been dating for about a month when Ted invited me to join him and his family for the weekend at his grandparents cabin down out in Madris, Oregon.  Ted is an only child, so it was just going to be Ted, his parents, his grandparents and a few of his cousins.

The cabin was small, so Ted's parents pulled their trailer up to sleep in.  Once we arrived it was nothing but riding motorcycles, eating and playing games.  At the end of the first day, I was exhausted so we all decided to turn in for the night.   We all put on our pajamas and hunkered down for the evening, when Stephanie, my future mother-in-law announced she was going to read us all a bedtime story.  Ted and I looked at each other and started to giggle.  It had been a long time since someone read us a bedtime story but, sure!  It sounded fun! 

The story ended up being a different perspective of "The Three Little Pigs" story, as told by the Big Bad Wolf. 
Note:  It's a hilarious book.  You should check it out and read it to your children.  The name of the book escapes me, but that's what Google is for.
Anyway, Stephanie sat at the end of her bed and started to read.  But instead of saying, "Big Bad Wolf.." she would say, "Big Bad Woof."  I'm not sure why, but Ted and I found this mispronunciation quite hilarious, and we couldn't stop laughing.  Stephanie didn't know why we were laughing, and it was becoming so distracting, she stopped reading and declared she would resume the story when we had settled down.  As Ted and I composed ourselves.... Ted's dad (also named Ted...which is going to make story telling about Ted-my-husband's stories about his family interesting to accomplish...) turned off the trailer lights and started giving us a light show on the ceiling with his flashlight.  Instead of helping us settle down from our giggling... it made us giggle even more.  Stephanie became indignant about the whole situation and haughtily said to Dad-Ted, "Yes, yes... You're Soo funny.  You've always been able to entertain me." 

That set me and husband-Ted over the edge and our laughter resumed for what probably ended up being unreasonably too long.  But we were smitten with one another, and when you start to fall in love with someone..... you pretty much laugh at everything. 

And so it was.  Ever since that day/night... Ted and I have often declared to one another, usually after a particularly funny moment, "Yes, yes.  You've always been able to entertain me."