Rylee drops it like it's hot

LMAO, Scott and I were DYING watching this earlier. Rylee has started to really enjoy dancing to music and is shaking it pretty good. Watch closely towards the end when she brings her hands to the floor and drops it like it's hot. Mommy's so proud.

God really IS good!

Alright, bear with me, I'm gonna get a little preachy here. Have you ever hit a point in your life when it feels like God is coming at you from different angles with the message "You've stayed away from me long enough, it's time to come back now."? Lately I feel like these signs are blinking, neon screaming saying "PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!!". The things that have been going on in my life just make me realize how good God really is to me (all of us). I recently started back to work (as if you didn't know) at a Christian Adventist hospital. This type of atmosphere is unusual to me. Although I am a Christian, it's as though I've been in the closet for many years. My previous job for 6 years was General Electric Finance. Being it was a very Politically correct business, religion was basically banned from the premise. We couldn't say "Merry Christmas" or "God Bless". Our Christmas trees and decorations were newly named "Holiday decorations". It was like He was "The one who must not be named". At my new job we start every staff meeting with a prayer. Then, we read aloud a religious passage that relates to something in our lives or our work. It's actually really refreshing. With the recent job, and the fact that after being there for a little under a week when they decided to promote me and bring me on permanantly, I feel like God has been aiding me and making me see again how much he helps me. Rylee was sick all last week with a high fever and rash. It made me pray much more and realize how much I take for granted when she's feeling well.

Last week when Rylee was ill she woke up at around 9 pm, hot from her fever. I went in and rocked her for a bit to calm her down thinking "Gosh, I wish she would go to sleep. I'm tired, ready to go to bed, I'm cold and could use a blanket...." I almost rushed her back into the crib so I could attend to MY needs. Really, how unfair was that of me? She wasn't feeling well and all I could think of was what I wanted. After I got my blanket I sat down to my laptop and browsed a few of my friends blogrolls. One came up that totally stopped my heart. This blog, http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/ is about a wonderful Christian family who found out at 20 weeks pregnant that their sweet daughter Audrey had an enlarged heart and wouldn't make it for long outside the womb. The family had the choice to terminate the pregnancy early to save themselves from heartbreak or to endure the pregnancy and give their daughter the option of living and meeting her for however how brief. I cried as I read how Audrey came into the world with a little squeak, signalling she was alive. Tears streamed down my face when I saw the pictures of the whole family with tiny Audrey, loving and holding her for as long as they could. That brief 2 hours she lived were two hours that family will forever remember, as will I. There I sat absolutely SOBBING, thinking "How selfish am I??!" I don't have any idea what I would do with myself if I didn't have my laughing, smiling little Rylee in my life. How could I live? I realized in that instant how much I take my life for granted. Rylee didn't wake back up that night but if she had, I probably would have slept there that night, rocking her in the chair, holding her tight in my arms. Instead, I got into bed with my red, itchy eyes and prayed. I prayed for the loss of Audrey and all the losses like her. I prayed for the family who believed so much in God that they felt they were CHOSEN to have a child like Audrey. I prayed for all the people I knew who were having problems at the moment. I also prayed to God how grateful I was for what He had given me. I stayed in the closet long enough, it's time now for me to come back out. Out as a Christian. I'm back God, you've let me know loud and clear, it's time to come back.

Oh panty hose, how I hate the

I truly want to know what person thought that a torturous device made of nylon and cotton would be a good idea? I'm all about a smooth butt and zero panty lines but come on now. How embarassing are panty hose really? Let's start out with the waist. Control top. Even though it's meant to sound appealing as if it'll "control" the rolls we've managed to stuff in it, it doesn't really live up to it's name. Any time I've worn control top it's just stuffed my "muffin top" up a little higher, creating a puffy confection-like bulge right under the boobs. That's attractive. On to the reinforced toe. When I first saw the sewn in patch of extra layer on the foot I wondered "Now, what type of dinosaur claws do you need to rip out the toe of a pair of panty hose?" Apparently, dinosaur claws are pretty damn common. I actually kind of like the reinforced toe, we'll keep that. Let's get to the real ego booster, the size. I can understand the A and B sizes, I remember I used to fit both sizes some time ago. What comes after B? C, you would think. Nope, it's size Q. What does Q mean? Queen. Greaaaaat.....I went from Adorable to Beautiful, to QUEEN? What is the logic in that? Can't a girl get an in-between? C for Chubby maybe? So, if you've ever been humiliated by the long-time "pull it all in so you can fit into that lovely little skirt" fad of panty hose, you probably know what I mean.....

Drumroll please..........

I DID IT!!! Boy do I love this haircut! I feel like 10 lbs just fell off me and I feel, dare I say it....sexy! My stylist copied Jenny McCarthy's style to a "T"! She did exactly what I wanted her to do and I appreciate a stylist like that. Ok, without further a"do" (LOL, I'm such a nerd). Here's the hair!
The front
The side
The back

And one with the glasses. Sooooo...what do you think?

Hair today, gone tomorrow....or in 2 hours.

I'm doing it!!! In about an hour and a half I'll be chopping off most of my hair!! Much to Scott's dismay, I've decided to do the uber trendy assymetrical cut, stacked in the back. I've been scouring the internet and finally found the perfect cut and here it is folks....

I am so rediculously nervous to do this but I know I'm do for a change. My hair has been long for a couple of years but it's pretty damaged and it ALWAYS ends up in a pony tail within 10 minutes of me doing my hair. THis state is just too damn hot to have pretty hair. Well, wish me luck! I'll post pics of it later on today!

Shameful cute kid post

Because I think my daughter is hilarious and I usually have a picture of her doing something that cracks me up, I'm going to start posting pictures of her occasionally. Ignore them if you don't want to see them, I just want someone else to be able to see this smiling kiddo!

I just like this one of her and Scott. They love playing with water together.

As promised

Wow, I didn't think two days of working could wear me out as much as it did! I started work on Wednesday morning nervous as could be. There was a slight mis-communication between the temp agency and hiring manager. I was told the job was an HR Coordinator but in reality it was the HR Receptionist. Hey, it's a job. I realized I really missed being "Christine, professional" instead of just "mom". Not that there's anything wrong with wearing the "mom" hat, I just prefer wearing the other hat more often. I missed working and bringing in an income. I'm a very hard worker and the job of occasionally answering the phone when it rings is just not challenging enough to me. I was begging for projects by mid-day. I'm assuming they wanted to get a feel for my experience and didn't want to overwhelm me at first. I did find out my "bought for comfort not for looks" shoes were not what they had promised.
Don't these LOOK like they'd be comfortable? I ended up driving home barefoot and nursing my blisters when I came home.

The worst part of the day, little did I expect, was coming home. I haven't been away from Rylee for more than 4 hours...ever. I fully expected her to be waiting at the door missing me as much as I missed her. I wearily walked into the door anticipating her huge smile and running to me for a big hug. When I realized there was no toddling cuteness at the door I found out she was still napping. NAPPING??? At 5:30 PM???? Jeeze louise Scott, come on now! I went to her room to hear her hysterically bawling. When I reached into her crib to comfort her, she turned away from me! I pulled her out and cradled her in my arms till Scott walked in the room. She immediately squirmed her body and reached for her Dad. If Scott tried to give her to me she would start crying again. This lasted for almost 30 minutes. Meanwhile, my mommy heart was breaking. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or my overtired brain but at that moment I was crushed. I started crying to Scott saying that I expected her to at least miss me and here she was wanting nothing to do with me. Why on earth did I stay at home the last year, caring for her? Did she even care? Was she mad I had left her all day, did she even notice I was gone? I seriously needed a swift kick in the ass but I was so exhausted. Finally, after I got a giggle out of her while crawling around pretending to run from her, she opened up. To spare my feet for the next day, I'd stopped off at Walmart to get a new pair of shoes. She opened the box and my good little girl tried on my high heels, lol. Somehow, that made it all better for me and the rest of the evening went much better. I was however, a RAGING bitch. By 8:30 I could barely keep my eyes open and went to bed at 8:45. Sissy.

Boy, I am whipped.

I am honestly too tired to post about my first day at work. I slept terribly, waking up at least 9 or 10 times last night thinking I'd be late. Scott's first alarm goes off at 4:45 am and he hits snooze till about 5:30. I don't snooze. That means I've been up since 4:45. Ugh. I can hardly keep my eyes open and my knees are on fire (damn shoes). So my blogging friends, I bid you adieu. More to post at a later time.

Yeyy! I got a job!!!

Today, my friends, is bittersweet. The temp agency called me today to let me know there's a position open at the local hospital for an HR Coordinator. I start tomorrow morning! I'm terribly excited to start working again but I feel so bad at the same time. I haven't been away from Rylee for more than 4 hours EVER. She's going to make someone else smile all day long. She's going to go to someone else for comfort when she falls down. She's going to be around some lucky person who gets to see her all day. I'm getting teary-eyed just thinking this. My neighbor is going to watch her for the rest of the week and she is just fabulous. I trust her completely and know she'll be great. After that we're enrolling her at the On post CDC. I still don't want to work full time but at this point I can't be choosy. I'm hoping she'll be in a place that keeps her mind intellectually stimulated more than I can. I am a TV watcher and know she sees more of it then she ever should. I also know she'll enjoy being around all the different children, she LOVES kids. I guess this is just all to real and thought I would have a little more than half a day to get used to the idea of not being around my little lovebug. OK, I'll be strong. Hey....maybe now I can get a new pair of shoes or something, lol. Maybe I'll be allright working again.

Well, crap

I'll confess it, I'm a speeder. I'm a lot better than I used to be though now that I have a little squirmer in the backseat. I was on the way home from visiting a friend in the hospital on post when I was pulled over about 3 streets away from my home. I knew I was speeding and was completely honest with the officer when he asked if I knew I was speeding. However, I didn't realize how MUCH I was speeding. Honestly, I thought I was going maybe 5-8 mi's over. Nope, this idiot was going 14 miles over the limit! I'm sure the shock showed on my face when he told me. What made things worse was I didn't have an updated insurance card in my car, which I didn't realize at the time. When the officer came back and asked me for another copy of my updated insurance card, the panic set in. I called Scott in near tears asking where my copy was. He informed me he had taken out the Atlas (which he had put the copy in) and had it at the house.

I've never NOT had an insurance card, so I'm thinking....That's it, I'm going to jail. I immediately burst into tears because I'm also thinking "Shit, we don't have the money for this either!". By the time the cop comes back to my window, I'm a mess. I didn't want him to think I was crying to just get out of a ticket but I couldn't seem to get myself together. I think he would have let me off had I provided insurance but alas, the pink ticket sits beside me. I still can't believe I was speeding that much and I can't imagine how much this lesson will teach me. I guess I'll remember to keep that foot off the pedal a bit. AHHGG! I'm so mad at myself!

Need a Laugh?

I love being an idiot with my child. It's great to run around the house screaming with her just to make her laugh. This is one of my favorite parts of being a mommy. No matter how dumb I look, and how terrible my hair looks that day, she still thinks I'm the greatest. Excue the "Blair Witch Project-esque" way my husband recorded it. It's rare he's the one behind the camera so it's a bit....jumpy, lol.