Philip's Dream Come True...

So earlier this week as we prepared for our tile to be ripped out, we had to move everything off the tile, including our refrigerator. I suggested putting it in the extra bedroom; Philip had something else in mind. Needless to say he has been in heaven this last few days, and is trying to talk me into getting a mini fridge for the corner of our living room. He's kind of joking, but kind of not at all.

Anyways, so our tile got ripped out on Wednesday, we went and picked up our molding today and ripped out the rest of the old stuff that had been grouted in and so hard to rip up with tile there. I've measured every wall in our house, and we're installing base boards tomorrow. Sighhhhhh, oh yeah, and one of our toilets is in the bathtub, we no longer have bathroom sinks or mirrors/medicine cabinets, and our washer and dryer are in our living room and extra bedroom. I told Philip that for sure next house we are remodeling/doing fix up stuff before we move in and have to live there.

I'm not complaining though, I promise. I'm super excited for it to all be done, but the road there is long, and everything in our house is out of order which makes me nuts!

So that's all, have a fantastic weekend everyone! If anyone is DYING to get down and dirty with home improvement stuff/try your hand at being Tim the Toolman Taylor, call me, I have just the project for you!

SIX MONTHS 'TIL CHRISTMAS!!!

Only six more months my friends until this GLORIOUS day! I am so very very excited, as you might be able to tell, because anything and everything Christmas is my favorite ever!

Hooray for a half way mark!

OCD for Real

I'm going to let you all in on a not so secret. Philip and I both have some serious OCD. Mine is usually most apparent when I can't find my blue pen at work that is sooo close to being used up and freak out and go looking for it, or like at Enrichment on Thursday when I rearranged the food table to make things flow more efficiently while those around me just watched in almost disbelief. I often then apologize to those around me by saying, "I'm sorry that I'm the way that I am."

Welcome to my life. But then, to make things better, Philip is almost as bad as I am, but just in different ways. His is more like an organized display form of the disorder. He likes things displayed in an organized manner. So here's where this ties in.

Last night after we got dinner, we were going to go to the movies, but there wasn't a time that we wanted, so we headed over to the W-Mart to buy a movie instead. So all was going according to plan, but then he couldn't find anything he really wanted. So I said that I just wanted to look at the ribbon real quickly before we left, and as we were walking there, he saw the $5 DVD bin. And this is what resulted, for a delightfully low price.

Here's the thing though, we've all walked by those bins and only seen like "Look Who's Talking" and other weird talking baby movies of that sort. How did he find so many? Well here's where his OCD comes in to play.

Whenever Philip sees these enormous piles of very random, very disorganized movies in all of their WalMart disorganized and trashy glory, he takes it upon himself to start stacking them. Then after he stacks them and starts getting a little more room, he will make rows and rows of movies, and move around all four sides of the 4 foot x 4 foot metal crate, thus finding good movies for cheap, and creating a small masterpiece that will help all of the WalMart shoppers for the next 1 hour and 23 minutes, until it gets ridiculously messy again. Welcome to my very OCD husband and therfore life. It's a good time.

Anyways, long explanation I don't blame you if you skipped it. Um, for Project Friday yesterday we went swimming, which was a fabulous time. I forgot to take my camera to the pool, but Sara did so look on her blog for pictures of all the kids in the next few days, but Oakley thought he was a pimp for standing up by himself yesterday. Unfortunately, the pictures we tried to take of it were all at the wrong times, so we have him standing with help, but I swear he doesn't need it.

Oh, and he has a cheeze-it in his mouth, not orange teeth. You're welcome Sara, I'm sure you wouldn't want people thinking your baby has gross dirty teeth.

Anyhoo, have I mentioned before how much I love summertime? Because I do. A lot. More than most I think. So yeah, that's been my weekend thus far, with not much else exciting going on that I know of. So have a Tickle-Me-Terrific Weekend friends!

I Ellipticaled.

Laura, you inspired me. Good going.

So tonight I decided to get physical, and by that I mean exercise. I hated every second of it, but not as much as I hate my legs that look like my least favorite dairy product.

Here's how it went down:

Minute 1:56 - I'm totally out of breath and look at the timer for the first of many times, and considered quitting right then and there.

Minute 4:12 - My legs are on fire.

Minute 7:45 - I get a cramp to conquer all cramps, but am determined to make it to 15 minutes.

Minute 15 - I realize that the last 7 or so haven't been too unbearable, set my new goal for 20 minutes.

Minute 20 - I'm in the middle of a good song, have to go to the end...and then I like the song after that too.

Minute 32:09 - I quit.

THIRTY-TWO MINUTES! People, this is an all time record for me. I'm not going to lie, I was a little afraid that I would be electrocuted due to the amount that I was sweating on an electrical machine and I'm not counting on being able to use my legs tomorrow, but it's a start.

I kind of wish I could see myself because I'm sure I would be a sight to behold since I look really attractive when I'm all sweaty, closing my eyes so that I stop myself from looking at the timer, and singing to my hearts content along with Tina, my mp3 player, so that I can't hear how hard I'm panting. You're welcome for that mental picture. Also, I don't think my heart has beat this hard since pre-surg a few years back...in fact I didn't think it was possible, but then again, not sure that I've worked out in the last three years or so, give or take 15 years.

Anyways, I'm feeling good, but it's also because I'm sitting down. Now I think I'll go reward myself and eat Chewy SweetTart balls for dinner. Mmm, delicioso!

Happy Father's Day, nine minutes late.

Here's why I'm excited for Philip to be a dad someday. In order of things I'm looking forward to...and perhaps not looking forward to.

First is that Philip is sooo so cute with babies...need I say more?

Second, his older nephews think he is the shizzle, which was reaffirmed on Friday when he called them up to see if they wanted to come play Wii with him. So he bought them pizza and QT and hung out with three slightly (to be kind) annoying 13ish year old boys for like four hours that afternoon.

Third is that I can't wait for my little Philip to look like big Phil someday. Or maybe I'm not excited, I don't remember.

Here's why I'm not excited to have kids...

I don't think that I'm allowed to make Coldstone Creamery for dinner, like I did on Saturday night. Dang. Anyways, Happy Father's Day to all that it means something to; or as Philip says every year as he stands up in church to get his some kind of candy with a lame little saying on it, "Happy all men over the age of 18 Day!

F-ing Enrichment.

So does anyone else hate enrichment as much as I do? Probably not. I'll be brief on this subject and then we'll move on. Last night I was teaching how to make pie for the cooking group. I called to remind, cleaned my house, bought vinegar for the crust because I had had no reason to own it before last night, bought pie plates (I'm actually excited that I finally have my own), and it was a success. And by success I mean that only the enrichment leader showed up, so I had lots and lots of pie to eat myself. Why didn't people show up you ask? Because it didn't get announced in church like it was supposed to, and I'm having a hard time thinking that these groups were THAT inspired. And I'm now burning in H-E-double hockey sticks because I said that out loud instead of just thinking it.

On a more positive note, I made Sara a pie with her name on it. Why?

Because it's her birthday! Happy Birthday Sara!

And apparently I only take pictures of Philip and children because these are like the only pictures I have of her. Isn't she the cutest pregnant girl you've ever seen? And isn't the aftermath (Oakley) also the cutest thing you've ever seen?

So in lieu of the big day, we turned project Friday into a celebratory lunch, Nancy Drew movie and trip to Target, and I forgot my camera, so you'll have to check Sara's later for the one picture we remembered to take this afternoon.

We had SOOO much fun, I love that my sisters are my best friends in the whole world. We spend ridiculous amounts of time together, especially Sara and I since we work together, and then we call each other when we get home and hang out on the weekends. We also share brains, because we are almost always thinking the same things at the same time, but the downside of that is that when trying to prove a point to Philip I can't point out that my sisters agree with me, because he will say, Of course they do. And he is no more convinced than he was before because we are the same person. Sigh, sisters are the best. I hope that I have girls so they can have sisters too.

So anyways, life is good today because my sisters rock. The end.

A Few Favorite Photos...

Hey kids, I don't really have much to report or anything exciting going on in my life, so I thought I would show you a few of my favorite pictures with some of my favorite people and activities. And for your reading pleasure, I'll narrate through the whole thing. Hooray for you. :)

A week or so ago I went in my room to get into bed to find Philip reading...and he was for reals. I laughed so hard, but I love that he's my favorite future pharmacist.

Sweetcakes with the girls on Friday was so fabulous, as usual. There were only two downsides. First, we forgot to take pictures when Lindsee, Kim and Alisse were there, and secondly we sat outside so it was hot and pigeons walked by my feet.

My new favorite skill is changing outlets and light switches. We're not just talking cover plates my friends, we're talking wires and screws. Thanks Kev for the directions over the phone, look how nicely the three gang in my room turned out!

Philip and Chris playing a little Wii Tennis between events on Saturday. I love that they are still wearing their nice clothes...

Now my favorite future pharmacist and my favorite almost lawyer are Wii golfing.

I love love love that Philip always wraps presents that he gets me with cute wrapping paper...he's my favorite everything.

Ok, so I hate hate hate going grocery shopping, and Philip thinks that it is really funny to move all of the food that we don't have in the fridge to one spot, to make it look as empty as possible, which makes me feel guilty. This picture is for reals, I took it just tonight. Don't worry though, we have a plethora of pantry items, and yes, I'm going grocery shopping tomorrow.

Anywho, despite the fact that everyone now thinks I starve my poor husband, life is good today. Taco Bell for lunch, got out of class early tonight, Philip got me a drink on the way home...I think the only thing that would make it better is if it would rain instead of the heavens just teasing me with overcast-ness. That's all! Have a fabulous day!

My Disability...or Perhaps Talent?

So I have been quite the bottomless pit lately, eating enormous amounts of food and never feeling full. For example, going to Chipotle last weekend, eating my newborn baby-sized burrito, finishing it in 3 minutes flat, and then asking Philip, did my burrito not seem very full tonight? It's Chipotle, they're always full. My point exactly.

So today at work a patient brought us two enormous cases of strawberries, that were by far the most scrumptious strawberries I've had in my entire life. They were this pretty:

Like red to the very top, incredibly soft without being squishy, and so sweet. So naturally since they were placed in my sight, I ate my weight in them by 11:00 this morning, in addition to a bagel...with cream cheese. Bad choice I thought, as I was meeting my friend at Ned's in an hour. So I thought that I wouldn't be able to eat much at lunch. Nope, wrong again. I ate my entire samwich, pickle spear, and two cups of soda, and it was delightful.

This is why I've come to the conclusion that there is something wrong with me. I don't think that I have the mechanism in my brain that tells me to be full. Very similar to the Montague grandma, rest her soul. So yeah, I'm concerned with my eating habits, but at the same time a little glad that I can eat so so much and enjoy the crap out of it. (Place lame Jones joke here. :))

In other news, Philip is an absolute gem and after we went to get drinks tonight (that could sound a lot like we went to a bar...don't worry, just the Q-Tizzle with our refill cups) he surprised me and we went to Lowe's to look at appliances. Fun huh? And oh so romantic! No no, this is very exciting, because I could spend my life in home improvement stores and love to look at all the different options. He on the other hand is of the mindset of, Why look if you're not going to buy it right then? So he was doing it to be a sweetheart.

And I decided on the range and refrigerator that we are getting later this month, because ever since I painted my cabinets last summer, I have hated my fridge's guts, because it's ugly, and it only has one drawer, and it is ugly. And I'm pretty sure that every time I turn on one of my burners, smoke and burning smell inevitably follow, because I've spilled crap under the burners, and it's ugly too. So I get to get a flat top stove. Hooray for home improvements! Does anyone need a dirty fridge and/or stove/range thing? All you have to do is take it down stairs and it's yours. Good luck.

One of my favorite parts of the night is that we drove in Philip's truck, which reminds me of when we were dating and gets me all sappy and nostalgic...I'm a nerd.

So life is good today for a slew of reasons, but one highlight that I failed to mention is that I used up a pen today, and I have another that is perilously close to being used up as well. I'm a nerd...squared.

Rough Day...

I know that nobody likes a whiner, so don't read this if you're one of those people. I have what we like to refer to as Jones Luck, which according to the Webster's Dictionary... j/k, but for reals, it sucks to be a Jones. So on Sunday night as we were driving to my parent's house, the gas light came on in my car and Philip told me to MAKE SURE AND GET GAS BEFORE WORK TOMORROW. I hate getting gas, just so you know, so I figured I could make it at least until after work. But being the good lil wifey that I am, decided to hit up the gas station en route to work. Well, that was the plan at least, but not what was planned for me. I was pulling out of my parking spot and heading down to the street, and my car died. Yikes. So I crossed my fingers and restarted it, which worked and I thought that I'd be able to make it to the gas station. Nope, it died again, right as I was about to pull onto Guadalupe, and it would not start. So there I was, sitting at the entrance to our complex, trying to find my hazard lights, and on the verge of tears. My options at this point were slim, not like I could back up, or put it in neutral and push it, I have the opposite of any muscle in my arms, Philip was at work 25 miles away...so I locked the car and started walking. In these painfully adorable gold heels: So luckily soon after I started walking, Amy Ricks and her heart of gold said good morning and asked me if I was okay. Holding back the tears, I said yes and then asked her for a ride to the gas station on the corner, where she took me, and I bought a small jug and took it back to my car, got gas all over my hands, and dumped it in the tank. Then off to the gas station to top her off, and off to work. Waah, I was 20 minutes late for work.

Then as I walked up to the office door, I noticed it was open, and I walked in, and it was a nice 76 degrees, instead of the morning 67 that it usually is at, and it smelled like burning. Our air conditioning burned out sometime early in the morning, and when Brooke first got there, there was like a hazy smoke everywhere and it smelled even stronger of burning. We called and got the AC guys on their way, but they showed up at like 10:45, and it was more than luke warm by then. Oh well, at least it's fixed, and doesn't smell like burning anymore.

Then since all Jones luck comes in threes, as I was at school last night. Oh, I might have forgotten to mention that I'm taking summer school. And guess how much I love watching people? A lot. There are so many weirdos in summer school, and even more weirdos in night classes, so the combination of the two is positively entertaining. Anyways, much to my surprise, last night a girl from one of my other classes came in, and I had her sit by me so that neither of us would have to sit by the 52ish year old lady that kept picking out - with an actual pick - her lovely permed curls. So that was good that we were sitting next to each other. What was bad is that she told me that the prereqs for hygiene are changing as of next year. So if I get in this year, that would be fabulous and not effect me. If I don't, I'm basically screwed. I am so not in the mood to retake science classes, remember how happy I was when I was done with them? So yeah, that was the third event of non-awesomeness yesterday.

Enough of me whining though, I have lots and lots and lots to be grateful for, and I know that. One thing that I am especially grateful for is the fact that I didn't cry once yesterday, despite the overwhelming urge to about six times. But the reason that life is seriously good today is that I have a full tank of gas! Hallelujah!

OODLES OF PICTURES!!!

Though I have not yet figured out why my computer was being ornery, I at least figured out where it was hiding my pictures and after a lot of coaxing, a couple of swear word initals, and like 7 hours this morning, I got all the pictures you will ever, and never really did want. So let's get started with my little pictorial tour...

I painted my rooms these colors, kind of a last second decision that I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that appreciated, which was apparent after my mom came over to see the colors and when she saw the green in the paint tray she said, "Don't tell me that's the color you painted!" It was, and she didn't mean that in a mean way, I think it just popped out before she realized it. So after a couple days I decided that maybe it would be a good idea to tone it down, so I went and got more paint, and then did stripes. And I'm happy to say that it turned out fabulously, and even if you don't love it, I don't care, because I do, and Philip was impressed saying that it is the cutest circus tent he has ever seen! :) Love ya babe.

Back to painting day one: These are the hilarious kiddos that provided a much needed break during the painting day:

Probably my favorite pictures of the day; I'm not sure what they were doing, but the sequence of pictures makes me laugh every time I see them.

Then as previously mentioned, we ripped out the base and casing in the extra bedroom that night, which was so so so fun.

And that was pretty much it for the housey part of the weekend. Then we also got a Wii, which I wasn't nearly as excited about as Philip, but I have learned to love it as well. And I for sure would be lying if I said that my arm wasn't totally sore from bowling and playing tennis! I am amazing at both!

On Monday morning since we all had it off, we had a birthday breakfast for Lizzie, which I was totally excited about since I wasn't able to attend any birthday breakfasts for like the four months that I had stupid Saturday school. Worst mistake ever, don't ever take a Saturday class, no matter what. Anyways, mom gave Lizzie a slip and slide and two swimsuits, which she insisted on trying on right then. And since she did, so did Brynny, over her clothes.

Random pictures of me and Brynn. Brynn is cute and Sara said that the way the lighting was with the curtains and camera moving, it looks like I have Kendra hair. If you know what Kendra hair is, isn't that hilariously true? If you don't, good for you.

Later that day, Sara and I had to go shopping for a table for the consult room in the office, and Oakley came with and was such a champ. I think I told Sara like 800 times that day how much I love her baby.

And lastly for the day, in true Memorial Day fashion, we went to a barbeque/swim at Philip's sister's house. Our nephew Rockwell has finally decided that he will smile at me, and Jennifer is so very hilarious, and a little cheeky in this picture!

And that's it! Sorry there are like a billion, but this isn't even all that I have! It was such a fun and crazy busy weekend but honestly I'm kind of excited that this weekend my to do list consists of laundry, cleaning my house, and learning how to switch out the ugly light switches and outlets in the back of my house. Piece of cake! Have a good one everyone, I hope you enjoyed the picures! And remember that life is good today because I'm not going to throw my computer out the window anymore!