What's Next

One day a couple weeks ago I had a mini panic attack about my life. I mean I am the quintessential plan freak. I had my life planned out the minute my eyes peaked out from the vag. Granted, I haven't always known where I would end up but I at least knew where I was trying to go. Obvi to the boob for some food.



Back to my panic attack, I just realized maybe for the first time in my life I don't know what's next. And maybe this is because for (also) the first time in my life I'm where I should/need to be at the right time. Way back when I had a list. Get a great job, buy a great house, travel, maybe get married. This was a lifetime list. I'm three-quarters through that list. I have a job that I absolutely adore, one in which I'm rewarded for hard work and don't mind spending 14 hour days should I need to. I bought a pretty bad ass townhouse and I'm getting married in a little over a year. My honeymoon will provide for some basic traveling (although traveling will still be on the list) but, I mean, what the hell is there to do next?



Do I go to law school, do I get Masters? Do I get my Masters in Public Admin or Business? Do I do neither? Clearly my list was more than just a few things but those were major life ambitions. That I conquered before the age of 25. Freaking awesome, but freaking scary.



I'm extremely comfortable with life which is great but I wonder what's in store for me. My game plan is as blank as the Rams. I'm walking blindly, without a map, and each turn I come to I play by ear. A new tactic for me, one that I'm not sure I like, but alas, I'm begrudgingly dealing with day by day. What's next...?

Water Wonderland

Everybody hates Mondays. If you don't, you're a freak of nature. In fact, we hate Monday's so much in our house, the boy is constantly hoping for power outages and other small disasters that will prevent us from hearing that annoying alarm Monday morning.

Much to our chagrin we had a nice little flood Monday morning in our bathroom that enabled one of us to take off and the other to go in late. This was not the type of small disaster we were hoping would happen. 20 towels didn't even put a dent on our new indoor pool. To make matters worse, I run downstairs to try and find the little card with the number to our home warranty company (thank God we purchased that) and water is running (not dripping, but running) from our sprinkler system. My living room now has a built-in shower head and my bathroom turned into an indoor pool- how was I to know when we bought this house we would be so lucky a month in to discover new amenities.

All in all our not-go-to-work-Monday-disaster was cleaned up in about an hour and after the boy was smart enough to remember we have a water shut off valve, the leaky sprinkler stopped too. I could put good money down that we will not be wishing for semi-disasters anymore. Karma is a bitch!

On an off note- my bestie from the westie (ok she lives in FL now but I still like the rhyme, even though I'm not sure Missouri is considered "out west") is flying in today for the last time before that baby in her belly pops out. Antics shall resume.

New Crib

I figured I'd post some pics of the new place so when I blog about nerf gun war hiding spots and bitch about cleaning wine (or let's face it puke) out of my carpets you at least have a good visual.

We still have some decorating to do but for the most part we're settled in and all unpacked.

For our fam that live out of state, enjoy.

Home Sweet Home

Shiny New Kitchen

Living Spaces

A Room with Closets...Holler!

The Boy's Room

Packing Heat

This is how every disagreement in my house will be settled from here on out.

Best. Housewarming. Gift. Ever.

Avoiding Death

Over the course of the last several weeks my office has been bombarded with healthcare related calls. I'm talking 100s and 100s of calls- some good, some bad, some down right crazy. One even included a death threat. So of course, my office did what any sane office would do when some threatens the big D- the police were called.

I on the other hand proceeded to text the boy (who had taken a day and a half off of work to sit directly in front of a 50" tv to watch a ball be dribbled back and forth on a court for approximately 40 minutes- until the last two minutes in which when he proceeds to vehemently yell at the tv).

Upon learning I may be blown to smithereens he responds with "sweet, I'm buying a beamer with your insurance money". Apparently he forgets my salary pays the mortgage, which would make him the little old man who lived in the bmw. Except he's not little...or old. But you get the point.

Anyway, that conversation reminded me of a VERY similar conversation we had a couple years ago. I was redic sick with a winter cold- I'm talking fever, snotty nose, a productive cough. Basically, a whole wintery mess up in my nasal passage. I told the boy I was pretty sure this cold was going to be the death of me (surely I had some incurable form of pneumonia) Without thought, he asked if he could have my computer chair...

Apparently, my dying is going to be a beneficial phase in life for him. Or at least he must think so as it is very clear he is nonplussed about my safety.

In fact, I'm beginning to wonder if he called in that death threat...