Sweet Followers Discovery

I am sure none of you (except the two that are my followers. yay for you) have discovered the magnificence and ease of being a blog follower, because I just discovered it my self. I was looking at my dashboard, and there was this little tag that said "2 followers" (thanks mom and sister), and at that moment I realized something very important...I'm a little blogger loser with my two sweet little followers. Yeah that's right, but the thing is I'm okay with that. Because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and dog gonnit people like me...or at least that is what my mama always told me (thanks again mom).
I actually just a moment ago noticed the tab in the upper left hand corner of my screen that says "follow", so I clicked on it, and like magic I became a follower of a good friends blog. I gave her a little self esteem boost, and made it easy for me to be her web stocker all at the same time. Don't feel sad, because you too can easily become a blog stocker of your fav blogs (aah hummm...like mine). You just have to click that magical little "follow" button at the top of the screen.
Easy peasy lemon squeezsy.
Happy weekend to you.

a hard days work

In what often seems like a previous life, I worked at a Dental Office. Spent a total of 8 years there actually. I worked up until seven hours before I had Carter, and planned on not going back...but I'm a sucker, and went back. When Carter was 18 months old I decided it was REALLY time for me to stay home, so I drummed up the courage to tell the Dr. I was quitting. He gave me another raise, and said "pretty pretty please will you stay?", and because he asked so nicely, I agreed. When I had Layla a year later I was Absolutely Positively sure I was not going to keep working at the Office, but one raise later....yep, back again with a different title and job description. I Finally ended the long relationship on February 1, 2008, and have not been back ever since (except to get my pearly whites cleaned of course).
I was secretly scared that if I went back, I would get sucked back in, so I was 'busy' whenever anyone asked me to fill in for them. Until today, I braved the saliva ejectors and cotton rolls once again. I am happy to report that I am still a strong woman that loves to be home with my children.
I am so grateful for a husband that supports me in my decision to stay home, and actually praises me for the work I do here, in our home. What more could I ask for than a constant flow of peanut butter on my shoulder, and lovely children in my arms.