I've got to stop trying to predict the future...

....and live in the present. So after obsessing about Corvallis again this week, two things happen this morning. 1) Aaron finally gets a call from the Tangent company, telling him they have received his resume. When things calm down a bit, they will call him to likely set up an interview. Then this happens... 2) SGT from Aaron's unit sends out a text that a permanent position for the job Aaron trained for will be open to application on Sept. 30th.
So... which one is it? Move to Corvallis and job with L&M, or stay here and work at Camp Withecombe in Clackamas? One introduces a pay increase, which would be fabulous, but moves us away from our family. The other means we don't have to move yet again, but it's more of a lateral move financially, at least to start. Money or stability?? Only time will tell.  I need to remember I have no control over it. And I need to stop obsessively researching on this computer and spend more time with my kids. :P

Unsure....

Despite his initial confidence, Aaron has not heard a peep from this Corvallis/Tangent company.  Maybe this is a "tangent" we are not supposed to be on...???
Aaron was right, I think I got a little too emotionally invested in this idea. I'm not feeling good vibes about this right now.
:/

3730 NW Roosevelt Drive, Corvallis.
Hoover Elementary School.
4-H Wildlife Stewardship.
Walking or riding bikes to school, Music classes, P.E.
An established neighborhood with giant trees and quiet streets.
Attending a neighborhood church (or two).
Attending a neighborhood preschool (Bright Beginnings?).
Living in a college town with small town charm and values.

These are the things I want for my children with all my heart right now. This feels right. This even makes me want to pray, and for once not for what I want, but for what I feel would be a healthy, happy environment for my kids and my family. That means moving away from our family here, but I feel at peace with that. Is this even a possibility, or just a pipe dream? I don't know. But I am willing to pray for it to be a reality.

We missed the noon concert at Esther Short today. Why? Well, first, Reagan took one of her sleep killing naps yesterday, which resulted in a 1am bedtime for the both of us. Second, I felt guilty leaving the house in disarray while we went and played again. This tells me that I need to be more up-to-date on my cleaning. (...and blogging helps how? Ha.) I think I would feel less guilt if I wasn't anticipating a scolding from the hubs if I didn't get back in time to complete it before he got home. I suppose that in itself is a little sad. But being 37 - which feels like the magic number of change for me - I can also look at it as an opportunity to improve the many things about myself that my procrastination has stalled and withered over the years. I've never been a great housekeeper. Maybe it's time to make - and stick to- a plan. Then the kids and I can decide to go, or not go, on adventures without guilt.

Hmmm. My resolution to post a blog/journal every day on this new year for me hasn't been going so well. I'm 4 days behind. There, I posted something. Now I need some coffee.

Huh, another blog...

Okay, so it's not actually my 237th blog, but I have created and lost so many of these things in cyberspace over the years, that it may as well be. I'm not even sure why I am doing this one.