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.

how to do dinner with dan

First, take a sausage making class.

Then, take a grilling class.

Then, find this recipe called "Sweet Balsamic Marinade".

Make some sausages and grill slightly.

Nope, I have no clue how to make the sausages. Remember? I don't cook.

However, I do know that you have to make absolutely sure that you use the cow cutting board. If you use the chicken or the carrot, or even the fish ... husband will yell at you.

Guaranteed.

Cut sausages into bite size pieces before taking back outside to put back on the grill.
Seriously, already way too much work.

Check to make sure that lab is happy.
Check to make sure that lab has not eaten any sausages.

Check to make sure that grill is not on fire.
This was actually my job. Husband said that I will no longer be assigned jobs.
Apparently this step is very important.

Oh and you must wear a bandana on your head like Rambo here.
Remember I told you here that he cuts his hair in the front lawn on a bucket?
Yep, he wears bandanas too.

Cut up mushrooms.
Mix up marinade (no clue).
Toss mushrooms and balsamic marinade.

Mix in sausages and eat.

Dan called this an "easy dinner".
And I called him a "show off".

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I brush Sherman’s teeth. Can you tell?

I think I need to stop. Or at least cut down a bit.

My dog’s teeth are whiter than mine.

Plus everyone thinks I’m crazy.

I think we’ll do it once a week instead of almost every night.

See, now you think I’m crazy too.

P.S. I'm over HERE today talking about me being a crazy dog mom.

Huh?

I have absolutely no idea where people come up with this stuff.

do something fun

I didn't exactly have the best Friday.

(Thank you mrs. anonymous for that sweet comment that you left on my blog. And yes, I am being sarcastic. And yes, it was deleted.)

Saturday was ok, but a lot of work.

So, today ... today I decided to do something fun.

I went to CVS.

I bought the cheapest box of hair color that I could find.

I saved $5 in extra bucks for buying two boxes of the cheapest hair color that I could find. Hip hip hooray!

And I CHOPPED my hair off.

Several inches ... gone.

I might hate myself tomorrow. But, for now ...

for now I am having a whole lot of fun.

what I wore (tiff's edition)

So I read these blogs.

These amazingly cute and adorable and fun blogs.

And these blogs have cute and adorable and fun girls posting pictures of themselves wearing cute and adorable and fun outfits.

Unfortunately, this will never be my blog.

Why?

For starters, I really don't go shopping. It's true. I'm too cheap and I get too hungry. Unless you have little bags of snacks ready for me, you cannot get me to go shopping with you. It's true. Ask my sister.

For seconds, I do not do my hair in the morning. My hair is placed in a wet ponytail {almost} every single day. It's true. Ask my co-workers. Oh and you can ask husband too. Poor husband.

For thirds, husband refuses to take my picture. So, unless Sherman starts learning how to use a Canon T2i, I think you lovely people are looking at a very bright future of posts about my dog.
It's true. Trust me.

However, I did take this awesome picture of myself last weekend because I wanted to show you the scarf that I wore for Mother's Day. It was husband's grandma's scarf. This amazing (and stubborn- like a true Jones) woman was one of the kindest, smartest and bravest women I've met in quite some time.

Not to mention, she had style. Just look at that scarf.

Thank you, Mammaw, for letting me wear your scarf.
I'll be sure to let you know if this scarf turns my blog into some world famous fashion blog.
I know, I'm laughing right now too.

oh my life kills me sometimes

I'm back to drinking coffee from a straw today.

I still can't raise my arms high enough to get the mug to my mouth. I also had to take this picture from waist-level. You should have seen me trying to get the viewfinder to my eye, or my eye down to the viewfinder. Impossible. And hilarious.

You want to know what else is hilarious?

Husband trying to put my hair in a ponytail. I had no idea he didn't know how to do ponytails. You think you really know someone.

It took 17 tries. I'm not kidding. At one point I said, "aren't you supposed to be an engineer?" Five more attempts later he said, "can't we just use a zip tie?"

Yep, he's still an engineer.

So what is wrong with me, you might ask?

How much time do you have?

Honestly though, nothing too major. Just a little something called Subluxation, or "partial dislocation" of some bone in my body.

Fun!

Husband thought I had lyme disease. Husband is not a doctor.

So, I'll be hanging out on my laptop today if anyone needs me.

And telling Sherman to stop licking my face.

I also spent about four hours looking through some old photos yesterday of my super sexy husband (that would be the pain meds talking again).

Honestly, I really just wanted to see more pictures of myself as a blonde, since I'll be going back to blonde again very soon. This is thanks to the 50+ people who wrote "BLONDE!!" in response to my post yesterday.

And to this husband said, "So would you jump off a bridge if 50+ people told you to?"

And to this I said, "Yes. Yes I would."

The End.

brown or yellow or blue

So I’m just sitting here, hanging out with my laptop, drinking coffee from a straw, looking up information for nearby chiropractors and trying to figure out when I can take my next dose of ibuprofen.

Something really bad happened to my neck around 3am. And boy am I being a baby about it.

Speaking of babies, I will not be having one.

I decided this at 3am.

Ouch.

Anyways, so I've had this dark stuff on my head for a while now.

Ok, it really hasn't been that long. But still. I'm not really feeling it anymore.

Imagine that (says husband from the kitchen).
He's prepping our dinner for tonight. No wonder he's a krabby patty.
I would be crabby too if I had to cook.
And who knew krabby patty was spelled with a 'k', yet crabby is spelled with 'c'?
So interesting. Clearly I've had one too many ibuprofen and not enough sleep.

So what do you think ... stick with brown? Go back to all blonde? Or maybe I'll see if I can turn it blue again like that one week that my hair decided that it had been through enough. Enough color. Enough highlights.
Done.

Truly ... it turned blue.

a weekend recap

Oh man did we have a great "weekend / mother's day / three birthday parties" bash.
We like to cram as much celebrating as we can into one day.

Husband, Sherman and I drove out to the country to spend some crazy fun time with some crazy fun family this last weekend.

My mom loved her mother's day gift.

Redneck wine glasses. I'm the best daughter ever.

If you would like to give these to your mom next year (because I'm positive that you do), you can find them here.

And just like that, we were headed back home.

Back to our little house in our little city of Kansas City.

But we sure did have an awesome time out in the country ...
pretending like we were rednecks.
And eating way too much cake.