We're Moving....

....not really. Not yet.... Jim is looking for a new job. He has interviewed for jobs in Hong Kong, Denver, Livermore (CA), Carlsbad, East Coast (does it matter where exactly?), and several other places I can't remember. Each time he tells me about these I wonder about how it would be to say yes to the job and then move. Move. Say it with me, Move. We've lived here for almost 12 years. I have roots here. I have fairly deep roots here. I have lived in the area now for 25 years, more here than anywhere else. This whole job thing has made me wonder where would I go if I could go anywhere? I like Colorado but it does get very cold and I can't run outside when it is below about 20 degrees (figured that one out at Christmas). Don't know about a foreign posting (It's the ex-patriot name that bothers me... I'm very patriotic, really.), I'd have to think long and hard about that one. Carlsbad might be okay. Australia could be interesting but they have the top 10 deadliest spiders and snakes - neither thrill me much. So, where would you live if you knew it was only a short term assignment, say 3 years?

Why I hate Rollercoasters

When we were kids Mom and Dad used to take us to the Lane County Fair. It was a whole week's worth of fun and frivolity. I can remember when I could finally go off to do what I wanted for hours on end. My best friend, Jenny, and I would go to the rides and go on all of them just so we could stand near the cute boys. I hated those rides. I think I have always had an inner ear imbalance. I would be dizzy, feel like barfing (and I did a few times) and have a headache. When I got to be about 16 I figured out I could be in line with Jenny and not actually go on the rides. What a relief not to have a headache as we went and got food and walked through the booths, the hawkers trying to pry our few dollars out of our pockets. This week we were on an awful roller coaster. The beginning of the week we were anticipating hearing whether or not Connor would get into the high school he wanted to attend. "If you're on the wait list you're in!", or "It's just a formality, they always have extra space." and my favorite "How can Connor not get in?". Well, he didn't get in. I know this sounds like a whine but it's not. I was in tears. Then I was thinking that maybe this would be okay. Then not. Then I called the charter school he is on the wait list for, he's moved up to 36th - not close enough. Then I was mad. Then I called Leighland High - probably he'll get in but not for 2 or 3 weeks after school starts. Then I was relieved. Then I prayed. Then I decided that I should talk to school again. I have two people writing letters from school, his Scout leader and a Mitty family. I am now in the get-these-in-and-get-on-yet-another-list mode. One more slight chance. I sound like a manic mom. I feel like a manic mom. I feel like I'm on that horrid roller coaster again. I didn't like the way my stomach moved from it's proper place then and I don't like it now.