Before it all becomes too dated to post

So... a lot has been going on here. So much, that I can't decide or figure out exactly what I should share - especially since I tend to be so long winded.

Hubby applied and interviewed for a new job about a month ago (because he had great dislike for his old one). He waited and waited to hear back and finally, 20 minutes after deleting all the evidence in the form of old emails and writing the possibility off he received "the call" offering him the position. Not quite as much money as he wanted, but I don't run with the crowd that ever really gets as much as they want. This all came the day after his "old" boss had sat him down and told him he knew that he was due to "be bumped up" (pay wise) but that the work they had him working on wasn't making him (bossman) any money and they would have to revisit it another time. Jerkface much? You gave him the work, that's what you told him to do, he's doing it - so why is that his fault that you gave him a thankless task? So... in the afternoon, the day after being given that talk, when he was offered the new job we were, or I was beyond estatic. I couldn't believe Mr. Thomas has such gull, such nerve. So, the next morning, 2 days after being given "the talk" hubby was able to march himself into bossman's office tell him that what he had said to him was extremely unfair and that he was formally giving his two weeks notice. Imagine - bossman was shocked. Go figure. I believe it was a few minutes later that bossman walked up to hubby, handed him 2 paychecks, one of the remainder of last week and one for this week and told him if he didn't want to be there he could go ahead and go. That rawks. Specially since hubby was able to start his new job a week early and we got an extra week's pay! Yippy!

WOOOHOOO... we are cruising down the Road of Dave. This morning, officially, the final payment on my Victoria's Secret CC was posted and the balance is now 0. Big fat 0. Imag that at one point I had managed to rack up over $900 in undies, bras and clothes on that mammajamma! Now that's a lot of panties folks, even at VS. But now, it's officially PAID OFF and we are down one more credit card, in fact, that leaves us with just one (okay, it's huge) credit card - the revoked one - to be exact. How exciting. Next we will be working to pay off my car. Indeed, one chunk, one step at a time! We are so excited for that we decided it would be a great idea to wash the car... okay... not really cause we are going pay it off, but because it was FUN!

We had a good Easter and Ashley also enjoyed herself. Hubby, being jobless at the end of last week, and me, having the day off on Friday were able to go to the egg hunt and lunch at Ashley's school. My, what fun. Ordinally we don't get to participate in activities such as that and we were even able to volunteer our time to set up, hide eggs and clean up. We really enjoyed ourselves. It was also nice because after the lunch and clean up was over it was Ashley's naptime so we left her that at school and headed to the gym for a little while. It was nice to be together and not have to worry about Ashley. Geeforever, that never happens.

Ashley was excited about Easter. She's forever going around, singing Jesus Loves Me and The Bible Song. At her preschool, which is at a methodist church. They go to Chapel twice a week, and although we are Catholic, I see nothing wrong with that. She is little. They are teaching her that Jesus loves her, who Jesus and God are and all at the age of 2. I love to hear her tell me, as we talk about the people that love her, that Jesus loves her. I always smile, and say "yes, baby, you are exactly right, Jesus loves you. I think it's special. I think it's sweet and most of all, important. She and I read part of the Bible, right before Easter and we talked about Easter. I think it's imporant and not the least bit harmful for the littles ones to believe in Santa and the Easter Bunny but I also always want her to know and remember there is a more important, divine reason for the hoopla, presents, eggs and hoopla. We talked about "Jesus is Alive!" and read the story and she's gone about exclaiming it a few times. Love it.

We went to Church on Sunday, had a egg hunt, dyed eggs and had a marvelous time. Illustrated below:

It was soooo naptime!

Another note - the gym and Curves. I was having a really hard to getting to Curves like I needed to because they are only open 3 days a week during my lunchtime, which is not flexible. So, I decided to abandon my old lady friends and join the gym that a few of my friends/coworkers go to. It has been great so far. I was able to get to the gym 5 times last week and dripped sweat like I haven't in a long time. This week I've started off strong. Made it Monday and today - both days, especially today, sweat pouring off when I was done. Seriously, what an absolute wonderful, soul healing feeling for me! I'm looking forward to seeing results! I do miss my old ladies though - although, now that I think of it, I did spot one on the recumbant bike yesterday. At least 70. Maybe I'll befriend her :)

Okay... That's enough... Talk at ya later! Enjoy your week!

I come seeking opinions...

It's been a while.. I know, I know, I'm a slacker. I've come today looking for opinions big and small. I'll update you later on "life".

In June, I know, its a ways away, I will be attending a wedding with hubby.
Bride and Groom are high school classmates of Hubster. Groom is also a former roommate of hubby, one that I didn't end things all that well with. lol. What a little bitch I was. *insert evil laugh here*. Hubby is a groomsman, his ex-girlfriend (oh my) is also a part of the wedding party - Maid of honor or bridesmaid.

I am not part of the wedding, don't get me wrong, this does not upset me, I'm just adding it for clarification purposes but you see, damn, I'd betta be looking good.

Hubby has had measurements taken for a tux, so obviously, the attire is formal. Here's my question..

What the hell do I wear? I want to take the chance, of this possibly Mommy-Free Moment, to look nice and to somewhat compliment my husband that will be dressed up and snazzy in a tux but I don't want people to look at me thinking I'm all trying to be a part of the wedding party and what not.

I told hubby to ask what color the vest/ties are when he calls the tux place to tell them he's lost 30-some pounds so that I could make sure that I do NOT match. Suggestions, comments, loaners? Leave 'um here.

Yesterday was a good day. Despite Ashley being sick we had a good time together. We laid in bed until 12:00 or so watching movies and catching some much needed zzzz's. I know it will sound horrible of me to say, because she wasn't sick, but it was even more relaxing because she was just laid back, kickin' it, not whiny and needy. She.was.just.happy. I think sometimes all mommies and their babies need days like that. To.just.relax.

Today however, it was back to the daily grind. I was a little worried to send her back to school so soon, even though she no longer had a fever, because she has a cough but I really couldn't say home another day and hubby didn't feel like he could either. It's sad... I wish I weren't in that position, but I am, so I must accept it and just go with it, despite my discomfort, like it or not.

This morning when we got to school Ashley walked in the room and all her friends were so excited to see her back! I really get a kick out of those little kids. So small, so innocent but yet with such big people ideas! I told her I loved her and I bent down to give her a hug and it brought joy to my heart when she said "I yuve you, Mommy" and planted a big one on me! Oh how I do love her so.

It's amazing to me, how you can spend so much time with a little one and fall in love with them more and more every day. Don't get me wrong, I've always loved my child, but if you have children of your own, I willing to bet you probably understand!

Today was a day. Beside my boss going crazy, not so much on me so much or the other girl that works for him, but more on our situation. We are drowning in car accidents, good ones and bad ones. Ahhh... the joys of personal injury.

I've been thinking of going back "home". To my home, in the mountains of Virginia. Of course, I would want hubby to go too, and wouldn't make the move without him, but I doubt we will. I really do like it here in eastern NC and I can't wait for this summer cause I know we will have the most fun ever beachin' it but it is so hard to be away from family, especially when you have a sick child or Heaven forbid an emergency and no where to turn. Not that I would expect anyone to stop what they were doing or take the day off, just that there would be someone to count on, some back up, some relief. All the warm and fuzzy feelings aside, however, I know that we both have jobs that pay decently, we own a house, in need of "fixing up" before it could be sold for a "profit" and we truly do love it here. Catch 22.

Well, I'm off now, to finish my toes in case its warm enough for flip flops tomorrow (I don't think it will be, but I'ma gonna wear um anyways), clean up the "was clean 5 minutes ago" kitchen and finish my laundry for the week (yay... that usually doesn't happen until Sunday!). Thankgoodness tomorrow is Friday!

One more thing

because I'm a bitch (well really, I like to think I'm not) and I know some of you all are buried in white stuff that you are sick of looking at, I am hereby sharing another "spring is a coming" picture. Here he is, first one of the season... "idn't he cute"

*insert something catchy here*

So I found myself clicking around tonight. The usual spots for the most part and then some others I click on at random times. I found myself clicking with some disappointment that there wasn't all that much new to read since the last time I clicked around, some time earlier today. And then... returning to my own blog, where I started from, I caught a glimpse of the last time I posted and realized I've left you all (if anyone is out there) with nothing new to read. So, here goes...

This past weekend Ashley and I went to Blacksburg, VA to visit with my parents, Ashley's Nana and Poppie. Oh how she loves them, not to mention, of course, that every single bit of that love is returned and exceeded by them. We had a good time. I got a rental car because mine is getting up there in the miles and since we would be traveling the almost 7 hours without hubby (who had to work) we decided it was the best thing to do. I reserved my weekend special - only $56.00 for Friday afternoon through Monday morning (I thought that was really good) - through my former employer (from whom I'd never rented a car before) and scheduled pick up for 12:00 on Friday afternoon. I wasn't able to have them fulfill their slogan of having them pick me up until around 1:45 when I was able to get home from work. Got there, got my car - a not so cool Hyundai something or other. Left the branch and got a block away when I remembered to check the inspection to make sure that it wasn't expired or expiring and sure enough the inspection expired that day, 2/29. So, kind of pissed off, I whipped her around, I was so not going to take the fall for that. In NC and in VA (the state of my former residence) an expired inspection goes against your driving record, even if the car does not belong to you and they so were not going to taint me and my clean (knock wood) driving record! I pulled back into the lot, walked back in to the branch, put the keys on the counter and told them that. "Oh we are so sorry, our computer didn't tell us that, we just got the car..." blah blah blah. "Do you want the Grand Prix or the Dodge Caliber?". Yay... I'll take the new, beautiful, shiny, black with black interior Grand Prix! And there you have it, my ride was spectacular! Ashley even enjoyed it to... when I picked her up from daycare she hopped in and exclaimed in her little 2 year old voice "this is a cool black car". She and I were both so sad to have to take it back Monday morning.

We had a good time in VA, staying up late and sleeping in. But now, the price will be paid, as always happens after times like this... my baby is sick. Last night after bathtime she laid on her Daddy for a while and said that she was sick and needed medicine but I figured she was really tired from our trip. This morning around 5:00, Kyle (the yorkie boy) started pacing around on the bed growling and faintly barking. I sat up, worried, I could hear scuffling, someone was in my house. Then, there it was, the little silhouette of a two year old. Her tongue hurt. I gave her water and medicine and told her it was dark outside and it was still time to sleep a little bit more. This morning when I went to wake her up she wasn't grumpy but very quickly told me again that her tongue hurt. I couldn't give her medicine again because it was too soon and made the decision to make the "working mom, need my job" move and hurry along to preschool and work.

This afternoon I got a voicemail saying that Ashley hadn't let her teacher put her down since 3:30 but I didn't have to come get her because she didn't have a fever. By the time I got there, 35 minutes after the voicemail was left (but almost immediately after receiving it) she was indeed running a fever. She went through a list of the things that hurt. She had told her teacher it was her belly. She told me it was her tongue and opened her mouth and pointed inside. Then in the next breath she said, "no, my ear" and pointed at it. Then on the way home it was her "booty" because apparently she slept or slipped or swept (I couldn't figure out which one) on a fire truck. Ahhh... so tomorrow, apparently I will be staying home. Thankfully I was able to squeak a call into the doctor's office in the last few minutes before they closed this evening and get an appointment tomorrow, although not until the afternoon, to get her checked out. Geez I hope it's not an ear infection. She's had 100% effective tubes since December of '06 but they most likely have worked their way out which will most likely leave us with the decision of whether to go for the tubes again, which undoubtedly, the answer will be yes. Gee, my boss is going to be so happy.

Yesterday I made my a doctor visit of my own. To the crotchologist. Yeah, I think I made that word up, but I really like it. Thing of it is that all the girls that I work with and I make sure that we go right at the year mark or as soon thereafter as we can schedule an appointment. We have some "ducky" insurance that includes a cancer wellness policy so after we go for the usually dreaded pap smear (sorry guys) we pay our $25.00 copay that our regular health insurance requires and then send a letter along with our doctor paper slip thingy they give you when you go and wala - they mail a check for $75.00. Now come on, you get to have the reassurance that everything is okay, or not okay, but at least you know about it and you get to make $50.00 profit for doing so. My closest coworker and I like to refer to this as the yearly "whoring ourselves" and joke that without a doubt we'd go every day at lunch to make our money if we were allowed more than one time a year. Okay, okay, so I seriously doubt it but at least it sort of makes it worth the trip to go! Hmmm... how will I spend my extra $50.00. After all, it should be mine to spend on myself personally, shouldn't it? LOL.

So I'll be staying home tomorrow. It you read this, if you are out there, please post wonderfully hilarious things that I can read during naptime and rest times in between and oh yeah, if we have to have one, wish us an illness that is quickly healed and non-traumatic.