sherman and a shoe

Guys, it's been 12 days since I've posted a picture of Sherman on my blog.

12! Why didn't you say something?

I know you just had to be missing him terribly.

Jack's been stealing all the thunder around here lately. Poor Sherm.

But, Sherman is happy again. Because we're back to waking up at 5am (weekends included ... I could have punched him in the face Saturday morning).

And we're back to taking long walks together.

And we're back to picking up random objects to carry home with us.

Remember the double whammy he found about a month ago?

Well, I think this trumps the double.

A shoe. A real live shoe.

Now I just need to have him find the other one.

I think they might just be Dan's size.

Oh and it was raining on our walk. I don't just pour water on my dog's head.

Unless he's acting up. And then I do.

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I have been known to joke around about Dan and I’s relationship. I make fun of our date nights (yes, we’ve only had one that comes to mind, but still).

I give him a hard time about cutting his hair in the front lawn on a bucket and wearing Rambo bandanas. And I ignore him when he tries to ask me trivia questions on road trips.

But, I truly do love the boy.

And after spending 11 hours in a car with him + two hours on a plane with him + hours upon hours on a boat with him… I was reminded once again just how much fun the two of us have together.

Dan is hilarious. And crazy.
And he makes me laugh and do crazy things.
I’m not sure if other people think he’s funny, or if it’s just me. But it doesn’t matter. Anyone who can make me laugh every single day is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. And it's a good thing, since we're married and all.

Speaking of our married life together, I’m talking a little bit more about our love for one another (and looooong dating ritual) over HERE today. It’s this fellow blogger’s anniversary week. Yes, she gets a whole week.
So, go on over and tell her Happy Anny … she deserves it.

Muuuuah.

Goodness, I am feeling rather lovable today. This is odd.

our little memorial day weekend

Ok, here we go. Picture time.

But first, I have to apologize for misleading you yesterday. Alabama is not where I grew up ... but "sweet home alabama" was just too catchy not to use as a post title. We were, however, in Alabama with family. So, basically it was just like being home.

We drove to Alabama and flew back to Kansas City.

I prefer planes over cars.

If you ride in a car with husband for 11 hours you will be required to answer trivia questions such as "who flew the Spirit of St. Louis?" and "in what city of Ohio did the Wright brothers come from?"

I hate trivia.
I hate games.

So, I pretended to be listening while instead concentrating very hard on my bubble blowing.

Without further ado ... I bring you Alabama.
Three amazing days on the lake.
One awesome boat.

Jack.

Family.

And Cody the dog.

No editing (sorry) ... too much laundry. Oh and work. Who knew you had to actually go back to work after vacation? Ugh.

The End.

P.S. I started out with about 55 pictures.
Then 45.
Then 35.
You get the picture. Speaking of pictures, if you want to see more, just let me know. I have a whole computer full of them. But, I didn't want to scare you away just yet. So, you got 16.

sweet home alabama

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The Joneses are back from Alabama. Yep, that's where we were. Alabama.
I couldn't tell you though because husband thinks one of you lovely crazies will come rob our house while we're gone.

I told him that you guys don't know where we live.

But, I guess he thinks you're crazier than I do.

Anyways, we're back from Alabama.

And Sherman is back from staying with Grandpa and Grandma Jones. He seems depressed to be home. And so do we.

Oh goodness did we have a good time. And after I go through the million pictures I took of Jack ... and after I tell Sherman just how much I missed him for the millionth time ... I will be sure to tell you all about our amazing little trip.

But for now you get to look at cowboy boots.
Why?

For starters, those are my boots. And my sexy legs. Ha. I'm kidding.

For seconds, I'm talking wedding stuff over HERE today. So, you best check it out y'all (I've been down South) so that you can make fun of the girl who wore boots with her wedding dress.

In the meantime, I'm off to look at pictures of Jack. And boats. And water. And me jumping off a rope swing into the river and almost killing myself.
And a little dog named Cody. Oh just wait until you see this dog.

mixed emotions

I've been home nearly 45 minutes now.

And I miss him dearly.

But, you know what else I miss?

My blogs.

My people.

You people.

The short plane ride home was just not enough time to play catch-up. Not to mention, husband had to show me every little road and every little river and every little building out that tiny little window.

Nope, this was not our first time flying.

This occurs every time we fly.

So, I'm off to try to forget about that perfectly round, squishy face that I miss so dearly. I'm off to bury myself in laundry and emails and amazing blogs.

Wish me luck.

I've been gone a loooooong time.

Oh and yes, there will be more pictures.

I took a couple hundred.

Ok, several hundred. Get excited.

right where I want to be

Remember this adorable little boy?

My sweet baby nephew.
Jack.

Well, I finally get to hang out with him again. Starting tomorrow.
And I just about cry every time I think about it.

I am beyond excited.

So excited that I can't sleep.

And I can't eat. Ok, that's a lie. I can always eat.

But all I want to do is hang out with Jack and take {a ridiculous amount of} pictures of him. He's big now. Like {almost} nine months big. Nine months!

No doubt I will be physically and emotionally attached to this little guy all weekend (plus some). I get a whole weekend+ with him!

Which means, I will have no spare time and no spare hands to work on silly blog posts.

See you all on Tuesday!

Or, if my arms are too sore to type from holding Jack 24/7 ... Wednesday.
Yep, Wednesday.

Please don't hate me.

tick tock tick tock

This lovely (and very large) clock hangs in our living room.

I love it; husband is still getting used to it.

Dan does not do very well with change.

 I have been watching this clock a lot the last few days and it seems to be moving extremely slow. I think it might be broken.

I need it to move faster. 

I’ll tell you why tomorrow. 

In the meantime, I’m over HERE today talking about fashion.

Ha. I’m kidding.
That would totally stop time, wouldn’t it? 

Nope, I’m just over there making a fool of myself, as usual. But you really do need to go check out this blog. Amazing girl. Not to mention, when husband first saw her button on my sidebar … he said (and I quote) “she’s hot”.

Thank you, Dan.
I love you, too.