A sign from God

Recently I have been praying a lot about something. I asked God to give me a sign on what I should do, or what will happen about it. Last night I had a dream about it. I woke up wondering 'was that a sign?' Then after thinking about it, email a great friend, and pondering it some more I got in the car and as soon as I turned the car on, there it was plain as day, My song. This isn't just any song. Its a song that has been used as a sign many times throughout my life.

So tonight is the night I chose to talk to this person about something that is extremely important to me. Say a prayer for me that I don't come off too strong, and do it in a way where they understand my point.

My Girl....

Its about time I added some new pictures of the princess. So with out further ado..here are some of the best ones over the last couple weeks







Making Pepporoni Rolls

Passion

At MOPS on friday we talked alot about us. What we were passionate about, what we liked, what we are good at etc. This is a hard subject for me. I can talk so easily and freely about most things, but sometimes I feel so uncomftable talking about me. It seems like such a hard topic, but really shouldnt it be easy. Were talking about me here. Not rocket science. I mean Ive lived with me for 27 years and 11 months now. Shouldnt I know a little more on this subject?

I feel like I was put here to be a mom, and I really try to be a good one and not screw it up. Some days I go to bed thinking wow did I crash and burn today or what. Other days I go to bed with a smile and think how lucky I am to have such a wonderful loving daughter. Sometimes those days to come enough. But I go to sleep and wake greeting the day ready to start our next adventure.

What I like/good at: Ive always been very crafty and have a knack for looking at things and just knowing how to do it (for the most part). I started out in the jewelry buisness by attending a jewelry party. I bought a bunch of things and after looking at them figured out how to do it. Then I was looking online at needle felting and that didnt look hard either, so I bought the stuff and im rather good at it. Sewing is a whole 'nother story. I want to learn to sew in the worst way, but cant seem to get it right. I think I need a teacher for that.

So thats a little about me. If you have any questions, feel free to ask and Ill answer them.

Red Lobster

Usually on Sundays Ryleigh and I go to my parents house for dinner. Bobby comes too when he isnt working. Since my dad went to VA with a friend to a NASCAR race we decided to go to Red Lobster and splerge a bit. My dad doesnt like it there, so this was the perfect time to go. Ryleigh decided not to take a nap yesterday, and before we even went I was on stressed with her behavior. We get there and she kept telling me she wanted a baby fork. (ie the fork they give you with your crab legs) I told her she would have to wait, but she kept insisting. Finally I distracted her with the crayons. The bread came and she nibbled on that a bit. The salads came and she dives into my salad and takes all the crutons. I dont mind giving them to her, but I do not want her hands in my food. Its not polite. The food comes and she dives into my sisters plate taking her broccoli. Again I tell her to ask and Na-Na (Rona) will gladly give her a taste. But thats not good enough. She keeps grabbing the broccoli and NOT tasting it, just taking it off her plate. Then shes grabbing my shrimp and sucking the butter off and putting it back!? Um...EWW! She asked to go to the bathroom and when I took her in there I explained to her that she was being very BAD and when we went back out she needed to put her listening ears on and listen. I pick her up to put her in the high chair and she SCREAMS bloody murder. I told her that wasnt acceptable and that if she did it again we would be making a trip to the bathroom and it wouldnt be to potty! I didnt even get to finish my cold dinner. I was so disappointed in her behavior. Looking back on it, I should have taken her to the bathroom and whooped her butt!

So these are the terrible 2's...