HAPPY

So, I got sick and did not keep you updated on which of my tasks I completed from the previous list. If you are hoping for that update now (yes, I know, SO exciting) you are out of luck.
I am still sick and need to go to sleep, but I wanted to log in and say.... (ahem)

WE GOT THE JOB!!!

**queue balloons, confetti, sirens, disco dancers**

I am so excited, but I know the full reality has not kicked in yet, so count on me continuing the excitement later. Much love and goodnight!

Ambitions

Mark recently graduated with his Master's degree in Marriage and Family Therapy, and we have been looking for a job since school ended. We found one in a teeeeeny tiny town called Escalante, UT, a therapist position at a ranch for troubled youth. Well, Mark went out for an interview, and after thinking and weighing and praying we really felt that this could be the best move for us. We got so jazzed up that we have already been anxiously completing renovation on our remaining rooms so we can sell our home, and I have even (cough cough) started packing!
So yesterday was the day we were going to find out if Mark had the job. I was so excited, and 98% certain it would be a yes. I even left work early in anticipation so we could celebrate.
Mark called me with the reply, but it wasn't as awesome as I would have hoped.
In Marriage and Family Therapy, post-grad students need to accrue a certain number of supervised hours, that is, they need to have an approved supervisor they see regularly to make sure everything is going well. After that requirement is fulfilled (usually takes about 2 years) they can truly practice on their own.
Well the ranch had a supervisor they have used for this purpose before, but that person is no longer available to supervise. Since the area is so rural, it could be very difficult to find another available supervisor in the time frame they need. At this point our getting the job is dependent on somebody calling us back (Mark made like, 8 million phone calls yesterday) by about the middle of next week and being willing to provide supervision.
Not as rosy as I would have hoped.

Because of this bummer, I think I have lost motivation to accomplish the stuff I had planned for this weekend. So I will have to manufacture some motivation. I am going to write down the things I want to do, and then I will write back tomorrow night letting you know what I actually did.

Saturday

1. 1. For exercise, take Oscar for an intense bike ride. Good for my thighs, good for tiring out the dog so he doesn't bug me while I accomplish other things.
2. Finish painting the closet, and then sorting and putting away Mark's clothes.
3. Empty my closet and paint it.
4. Wash, iron, sort my clothes, put all away.
5. Get groceries, make dinner.
6. Plan lesson for class on Sunday

Sunday

1. File paperwork (totally been putting this off)
2. Weed garden (!)
3. Bathe doggies (May need to do this today, not Sunday)
4. Paint hall cabinets
5. Make dinner (it never ends!)

And with that, I had better get crackin!

Cutting the red ribbon

This is the very first entry of my brand new journal-type thing. I have always enjoyed taking my thoughts down, although I have fallen out of the habit almost entirely since I got married.
(Which is two years to those wondering.) I do miss the Diary/Girl relationship though, which is a large reason why I want to start again. I have various hardback journals with pages remaining, as well as a different online blog that I used to update daily, I could have used either of these but I feel the need now to begin something completely new and fresh.
I plan on using this space to flesh out the random inspirations and gabbles (see blog title) that are floating around my brain. Please do not expect these to be congruent, as I am really out of practice, and don't make much sense to begin with anyway.

Subjects you can expect me to talk about in no particular order are:

My Husband, Mark. Okay, I already lied. This one is in particular order because I talk and think about him the most. I am very, very in love, and we are very, very cute together. (I am very, very biased about this.) When we were so happy and just dating each other, people would say disdainfully "Just wait until you are married." Their tone suggested that somehow vows would cause our glee and romance to tarnish or sour. Well, we were the happiest newlyweds, and cynics would still insist; "Just wait until after the first year!" Well, after a year things were better than ever and now of course we have people muttering and warning against the 3, 5, or 7 year itches. The moral of the story? Don't listen to people. Love is marvelous.

Furniture. I have a complete furniture/home design fetish. Expect plenty of pictures and room mock-ups or DIY ideas in this category.

My babies. No, I am not pregnant, but that IS a popular question! ( I get asked about every-other day by somebody or other) My babies are my 11 year old Long-haired German Shepherd, Hanna, (She was the best Christmas present ever in 1998) Oscar, our too-smart-for-his-own-britches 1.5 year old Australian Shepherd, and Country, our rescued baby sparrow who bonded with us too thoroughly to return to the wild.

I am highly motivated to start something huge and exciting about every hour for 5 minutes or so. So depending on the time of day and intensity of my current obsession(s) You will find me rambling about what I want to do when I grow up (for real) or how much I plan to trim my waist. A fringe benefit to this account is that I am somewhat of a showoff, and if I blog about it, I am going to be more inclined to complete at least a percentage of the endeavors I begin, just to save face. Thanks in advance for that!

And on that note, I have been trying to get to bed on time lately, so I will officially call this blog christened! Goodnight all.