Well we finally got news that the man's terminal chit has been signed, for non-military folks that means that in less than 3 weeks, The Man goes on his 30 days prior to drop dead date leave. Yep, it's swiftly approaching. No word on the fabo job The Man wants (unless you count the HR is behind and we're trying to get your stuff done). So looks like The Man is heading off to Utah next week for a long standing interview with a big arse company (the name is probably somewhere on the outside of your computer). Problem! Problem you ask. Yes, problem. The Man is not thrilled about this job but is determined to go get it. My Man is an outdoors kinda of guy, and this is a labrat indoors kind of job. Can you say MISERABLE? But, it's a job and a great job at that. Needless to say, we are praying the other job calls first. Then he has the backup job here. However, we don't want to stay here. BUT, we're open for blessings. So when you have all of this simmering, what do you do?
Put up a Christmas tree. Yep, it's amazing how wonderful it felt to dedicate ourselves to the idea of having Christmas, then worrying about chosing The Man's next job. So we're hanging the lights and settling in. Just when we should be packing up and heading out. Seems strange? Yeah, well it feels good though. Blessings will come and we'll make the right decision. We'll end up where we are meant to be, until then, I'm singing carols and the kids are baking cookies all basking in the glow of those precious white lights from our tree. :) I love Christmas! Amazingly enough, the hives are almost gone, (brought on my slight stressing on my part) I credit the tree. That tree represents the meaning of Christmas to me, yeah we'll be fine.Duchess announced upon gazing up at our beautiful (if slightly naked on the bottom) tree:
"We'll name him Steve"
Have I mentioned that I'm sick of the movie "Over the Hedge"?
