My Future

Guess what I forgot to register for when I was getting married? A crystal ball. I don't know what my future holds. Will I stay at my current place of employment for years and years? (WILO/WSHW, holla!) Will we have more children? (If only I could guarantee that I would have a son!) Will we say in Corntown Indiana forever, or will we move to my husbands native state of California? No idea. I can, however, tell you what I WANT to happen.

I want to open a restaurant and cook for people. I want to have one more child (preferably a boy...I love my girls of course, but I want a boy too!). I would love to move to a warmer climate, but only if my parents could move with us. (But maybe 20 minutes away from us...You don't want to be TOO close...)

What do I have to do to see these things come to fruition? Moving to a warmer climate would take quite a bit of doing...Bryan and I would both have to get amazing job offers. And find a great house. To have another child...well...I'm not sure I could really talk Bryan into that. He's good with our girls, and he's happy being their daddy. Opening a restaurant? Well...We need money. And to not be lazy. Which we are...lazy, I mean. Well, let me re-phrase: we aren't LAZY, we just don't like to work long hours. We have a really good work ethic, but we like to leave at 5. So really, the restaurant is the least  likely of the 3 wants.

However, I have already planned out (and Bryan has designed) the menu, picked out a name, and decided on decor, general vibe of the dining room and music selections. We would feature local art, wines, produce and music. Once we were established as the most amazing restaurant around, we would cater on the side...and I've got a menu planned, and a separate name, and graphics for the business cards and staff apparel for that as well.

So it's all set. We are going to open a restaurant in a warm climate with our 2 daughters and our future man child. As soon as someone gives us a ton of money. Or we win the lottery. Whichever comes first. So who wants to be our (REALLY) generous benefactor? Anyone? Are those crickets I hear? Huh...