That Sam-a-lama

I'm talking about this Sam, the one I know you all love as much I as do. Well she is playing along and asked me a few questions. Thanks again for helping me fill my Friday! :o)

If money were no limit, I think I would need a whole different house just for my shoes. Not only am I addicted to heels, any pair of running shoes that make my feet comfy are whisked away to my closet. There are FAR too many cute shoes in this world. Just don't click here...


Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 20?
Besides being happy with a closet full of cute shoes?

I can tell you that if you asked me this question five years ago, I would have never guessed I would be right here and I'm sure that applies to me today as I look ahead and guess as to what my future holds.

Actually, I have been sitting here thinking about what my life will be like in five years. I will definitely still be in Podunk Town loving every minute with the Lieutenant, but honestly, the only thing I can think about is having children of our own screaming, yelling, torturing the dogs and making my heart smile.

Five years ago, I would have thought I would have at least two kids by now, be staying at home with them and driving my mini van to play dates and soccer practice. The amount that I have changed mentally and physically in the last five years really makes me wonder truly where I will be five years from today. If I close my eyes and let my mind go, this is what I see. I don't think it is actually an exact five year time slot, but it is in the ballpark.


I lay in bed and listen to the giggles coming from down the hall. I contemplate cereal or pancakes for breakfast and quickly dismiss the sticky mess that would end up on the school clothes. Stretching and yawning, I throw the blanket back and head out of the room. The squeals of delight intensify as I hear the Lieutenant's laughter join the giggles. The Little Man is standing on his bed in his footie PJs as he bravely puts out the fire in the closet; his daddy backing him up as the second man on the line. His younger sister coos and drools happily as she sucks on her fingers in her crib. I laugh as I sternly play Chief and send my firefighters to rehab, also known as the breakfast table. I scoop up the happy baby only to be greeted with a full diaper. After a quick change, we head to the kitchen to find the Lieutenant showing the Little Man proper parking techniques with all the toy trucks that have ended up on the table.

The cereal is poured and eaten and faces are cleaned. The morning routine is hectic but it is MY morning routine. We all kiss daddy goodbye as he heads out to the field. Clothes are put on, the school bag is packed. We make our way across the proch to start the walk to the bus. Knowing we are a little behind, I make a game of racing down the gravel driveway. I smother the Little Man in kisses and wave as his clumbsily climbs the steps onto the bus. I watch as he runs down the isle to sit in his usual seat. We head back to the house to clean up breakfast and finish our day.

As for 20 years from now, a shorter version... still insanely in love with the Lieutenant, if not more than the day that I married him with the prospect of my kids starting the next phases of their lives. Encouraging them to chase their dreams, no matter how out of reach they seem.

JUST GO TO NURSING SCHOOL IF YOU WANT TO! ;o) Heh.

Actually, this includes Sam's question of "What's the #1 thing you want to do in your life?" I can say easily that I want to be a mom. Since I was little, all I ever wanted to do was be a mom. For a short while, I got to fill that role. Even though T-bird wasn't biologically my child, he had my heart. To this day, a little piece of it is still out there, somewhere, walking this Earth without a clue that someone he barely remembers anymore, loves him this much.

And now that I am a little sad remembering T-bird...

What gets you out of a bad mood?
Which is actually kind of funny that you asked, you know, since I have been a black cloud of crank lately. Really, I am such a finicky person, what works one day, doesn't the next. I must say though, that I LOVE when you can ride in the car, windows down with the sun out, the breeze in your hair and this song on the radio. Complete the moment by sticking your hand out the window and "riding" the wind.




Thanks Sam for the great questions. It was fun thinking about all of them and all the possibilites the future holds!