The Johnson's Junk: Que Sera, Sera

I love consistency.

I love knowing what my game plan is and where I'm going. I plan everything, and put events and reminders in my beloved phone daily. I love knowing that I work Monday through Friday, 8-5. I love knowing who I will see at work, who I will speak to, the challenges I am likely to face, and how my evening will lay out (working on my laptop in bed, catching up on my favorite shows while Emmi naps on my legs-- I'm a bit of a workaholic.). I love knowing when Chris leaves and returns from work, his class schedule, and quite frankly, when he might need to take care of his business. (Sorry, you simply minds. Everybody Poops. Check it out sometime.)

I am a planner.

Lately, I have spent most of my time dreaming and trying to plan for the future. It. Is. Frustrating. I have no doubt that my planning is most frustrating for Christopher, who has to deal with my whining and complaining when life doesn't head the way it was supposed to. I don't handle unplanned change very well, and I don't handle not getting my way very well. (I'm a bigger person for admitting it.)

Plans for my life have had a couple changes so far:

Age 12- Live in my parents' basement for the rest of my life, unmarried, of course

Age 16- Serve a mission for my church when I turn 19 (about a year and a half)

Age 18- ???

Age 18- Take a few years to just figure out life while trying to avoid marriage as long as possible

Age 18- Attend Oklahoma State University for Music Education

Age 18- Attend the University of Northern Colorado for Music Education

Age 19- Grow up a little Emotionally (pfff...) while still trying to avoid marriage

Age 20- Marry Chris. Whether he likes it or not. Have kids immediately.

Age 21- Buy my first home with Chris

Age 22- Wait a few more years for kids.

Age 22- Live happily ever after...

Chris's life is a little more flexible:

Age 18- Join The Church of Jesus Chris of Latter-day Saints

Age 21- Serve a two year mission for the church

Age 23- Get hitched

Age 15+- Get a good job. Figure it out as it comes

He's doing better than I am. Thanks for the reminder. I just have to have plans. And if they change, they change because I say so.

Well...

As life usually does, we've been thrown a few curve balls. (You might remember me saying something along those lines right here.) There is not much I can do in the way of making a plan. Luckily, I'm great at problem solving (when I'm not instructed to be by Chris). Clearly, if I make one game plan, I'll probably end up with another life altogether.

Solution: I am going to list a few game plans, so when one falls through, and another seems more logical, I can pretend that was the goal all along. (Some people call this a back up plan, but each of these scenarios are Plan A, so how can one be a back up?) Here goes.

PLAN A

Chris will graduate college in may 2012, and we will immediately move to Milwaukee, WI where he will obtain a job at the Corporate Office of the company he has spent the previous three years working. Housing is much cheaper than it is here in Fort Collins, so with low living expenses and Chris's (obviously) high income, I can stop working and become a momma.

We will likely live in this house. 6 bedroom. Cheaper than a 1 bedroom house in Fort Collins.
Four car garage. 3100 Square feet. This is true happiness. Obviously.

These are the newly remodeled guts of our future home,
so I won't have to do anything.

PLAN A

Similar to the previous PLAN A, we will move to Wisconsin, but we may live in another home. Still incredibly cute. That is non-negotiable. I will continue to work for OtterBox forever while I'm a mamma, but in another area (or possibly the same one if I'm able to move my equiptment. Hint?).

PLAN A

Chris will get a job in Denver, and we will live there. In an apartment high above the town. Cool view, cheapish rent, temporary until we need a safe place for kids to play.

PLAN A

I'll have a happy surprise, and we'll bust chops to get by in our tiny 1 bed room apartment (or the basement of Chris's parents' home). Luckily, I'm going to have freakin' cute kids.

PLAN A

Neither of us will work, I'll probably be infertile, and we will go around with a traveling circus. I'll grow out my ginger facial hair and Chris will turn into a balding cartoon clown who juggles whatever we happen to have in the trunk of our car when the show starts. I will likely develop diabetes. And Chris will have lost all his teeth.