What time is it?

It's tile time!

We are working on making our house a little prettier :) Right now, we are tiling wall behind the counter and stove. It's a pretty brown tile with lighter sparkle. We definately need to get some under the cabinet lights to accentuate it after we (by we, Jeff) are done tiling. I want to now tile behind the sink and maybe the bottom of the bar. Think he'll go for it? :)
Here is the begining stage:

Here it is almost done:

He was finishing it up today. Then we'll grout and get the cabinet lights and put everything back. More pictures to come. I think it looks really great!!

And now here is a picture of the most handsome almost 17 month old eating spaghetti :)

Where's mom?

She's in the shower bath. My dad cracks me up. He always calls it the shower bath. I guess it's a West Texas thing or maybe just a Max Watson thing :)

What she does all day

Picture of my "baby" while I am at work...such a tough life she leads

Seriously

Several things:
1. necklace
2. automatic sinks
3. weird dream again!!

I'll start off with my dream before I forget it. So Jeff, his mom, and me are puttering around Dallas. We are kinda on the outskirts of downtown and I see this water tower. I see a little girl come out of a door on the tower and someone drags her back really quick. Jeff and I set out to explore... no idea where his mom went from here. We get up there and see the door and we go inside and see this family living there. There are like 20 cots set up without sheets just in a row (like orphanages in movies). This family put blankets on 3 of the beds. There is also a tiny bathroom and a super tiny kitchenette area. So we are in there. In my dream I have to pee, but can't figure out how to fit into the bathroom. All of a sudden, there is a knock at the tiny door and this boy who is about 8 or 9 is there. I ask him where he came from and where his parents are. He said they were Indians. So he stayed with us. I guess we stayed there a while. Next thing I knew, that little boy was dying. I wanted to take him to the doctor, but the family in the tower wouldn't let me. Otherwise, someone would find out that they were living there. So the boy died. They buried him under the floorboards. Then I woke up.
Seriously. What is the deal with my dreams this week. Is it testing stress? Is it my lack of being able to sleep? Is it the time change? Is it because Jeff ate my secret santa gift? Who knows.
My mom got me this great badge holder. It goes around your neck. It has a snowman on it!! I love it! I'm already wearing it. I need one for year round too, once the season is over! The only problem... it drives me crazy. Having something weighing down the back of my neck is about to make me nuts! I'm going to power through it though. Maybe I'll even upload a picture if I can figure that out!!

So on Friday I was at Region 10 training. We had just gotten back from lunch and I stopped to pee. I went to wash my hands and they were automatic hand washers. Each time I put my hand under the sink it would give me about a second of water. Well, I use a lot of soap. And I like to make extra sure I have all the soap off. So I take a bit to rinse my hands. I couldn't get it to work again after that second of water. So I went to the next sink with my soapy hands. One more second of water. Then nothing. So I went back to the previous sink. One second. Then to the other one. I must have gone back and forth about 6 times. Thank goodness classes had started back up... I must have looked like a goober. Really though. What is the deal with that? Why don't they give you a little more water? Do they really need to cut you off when they feel it's enough? :)

Dreams

I have weird dreams alot. Sometimes I remember alot of the details, sometimes I remember hardly any of it. Last night I slept horribly. I took a nap after church for about an hour (maybe hour and a half). That screwed up my already messed up schedule - thank you time change!! So I didn't fall asleep until after midnight. The neighbors dog decided to start barking at 2:45. Which in turn, made my dog start barking at 2:45. And of course, since she was up, she should jump down and pee too. So I was up then as well. So sometime in between 3:00 and 5:15 (alarm clock time) I had a dream about a hot tub.
I was at school working on testing stuff. I had my testing closet, but I kept putting cookies and peanut brittle on the shelves to save for test day. I had a giant office with a neat little waterfall. Someone came in to bring me a hot tub. It was huge. And made with pretty blue tile. They put it next to my waterfall. I had some people get in, but I didn't want to. There were piles of black stuff in it and I wanted it cleaned first. All of a sudden, me and a friend are touring some river in it. We are riding in the hottub in some touristy town that has water for streets (nope, wasn't in Europe). Our hot tub turned into a tiny raft at some point. We made it to some westerny looking hotel and got out of the hot tub/raft and went inside. We had to go up this giant red velvet staircase. There was an old timey wester lady in front of us and behind us. They were fighting and drew out their guns. I woke up. Boo on that.
Needless to say, I am TIRED!!

A tasty giveaway

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Check out Megan's site. Not post about tasty treats for us to try, she gives stuff away!!

Marriage

I've been thinking about this one for a while now. I even ran it by Jeff on Sunday while we were at lunch. So many people gush about how their husband is the best ever. Or how perfect their husband is (come on... really? We know that can't possibly be true. Boys are never perfect) It's just funny to me. I'm not a big gusher. I didn't gush when I got engaged, I didn't gush about any of the wedding details. I was pretty laid back about the whole thing.
Here's what I thought before Sunday. Of course we all think our mate is the best husband there is. Unless your relationship is rocky and struggling, you are going to think you picked the best possible person for yourself. I know I did. Believe me, I dated a bunch of people in order to figure this out (I should have won some sort of dating award!!). Jeff is the best person for me. He may not be as romantic or demonstrative of his love as I would like but he is calm for the most part. He is level headed. He told me Sunday that he actually is the best husband in the universe. Ha. But as we were talking about choosing the perfect person for you... I decided that wasn't right. I chose the best person to put up with me. (not who I could put up with). Shouldn't it be more like that? You chose the person who will deal with your faults. Who will forgive you for all the silly things you do. Who will yell back at you (even though they *claim* to be calm) but then wake up the following morning and not be angry anymore. THAT is what I did. That is how I chose Jeff. I knew he would be the best at dealing with me. I'm pretty tough to deal with sometimes. Just ask my family - moody, short temperered, my feelers get hurt quickly, over sensitive, etc.
Anyways, that's just my though on that. I don't meant to hurt anyones feelings ever.