Seth and I started something that I’ve wanted to do for along time.  It’s a ‘To Do Before I Die List’.  It all came about because we both feel like we have several things we’d like to do, but we only talk about them.  Sort of like spinning your wheels in mud.  So we brought out a recycled paper journal that Seth has been holding on to because he’s never thought he had anything worthy of being written in there. Now he does!  Seth’s first page has dreams such as ‘build my own house’ and ‘go on tour’.  What do I write down first? Own a cow.  I realize how odd I am, thank you.  I do have become yoga certified and teach, so on that note I am off to do my morning asanas.

So my little family of three is facing some huge decisions this month.  We’ve gotten to the point where are finances are just not holding us afloat any more, and Seth’s job is killing him… I think almost literally.  He’s been having some major stomache issues and after having seen a naturopath and a ‘normal’ doctor, we’ve concluded that it’s due to stress and being nocturnal half the week (Seth works nights).  Apparently animals who are forced to be nocturnal do not have as long of a life span as those in it’s species who are awake in the day?  Great news, why the bloody hell is working nights even an option?  Probably due to the same reason McDonalds is, convenience and profit.

So we’re looking into schools, which means probably moving… for the 10th time in 5 years.  Yeah, beat that.   OIT seems to be at the top of the list.  In Klamath Falls, OR, just 25 minutes from the CA border.  Out in the middle of  fricken no where (no offense to those of you who live there).  Which brings to question a number of things, jobs?  Friends?  A community?  Food?  Like real food?  I already found a source for raw milk, but they said they’re already maxed out with customers…. grrrr.  And then to top it all off, we’re trying to decide when to start trying for number 2 munchkin.  We’re thinking about beginning the long hard process (hehehe) at the end of summer.  Which means I only have a few more months of freedom and having my hard earned body back.  Is it wrong that I really don’t like pregnancy?  I think it’s mostly for selfish reasons, I’m a selfish person.  I should probably get over that since I intend on having more children.  There’s no room for selfishness in that.  So, you can see my dilemma.  So much to decide…. and now I must go get my child out of the recycling.  For some reasons playing with duplos is much more fun in the presence of trash…..