Prayer Request: Possible Move

Randomly Thursday night, Sean and I were in the spare bedroom due to our recent purchases at Staples. (Wireless for Sean’s desktop and filing cabinets for me.)

He decided to look around the Hibbett website to kind of map out where we could look to relocating to.  We found one 17 miles of Richmond.  Coming Soon was the only information.  Sean put a call into his district manager to see where they are.  The next day, he gets a call.  By the end of everything, they haven’t found a manager and are now seriously considering him for the position.

I thought in a year from now we might be doing this. 

I’m freaking out.  What if he can’t get enough money?  What if we can’t find a good apartment?  What if I can’t find a job in HR?  What if I can’t find a JOB?  I mean, I’ll work at Wal-Mart stocking shelves if I have to, but what if they don’t even let me do that because of my degree?

I mean, I see those are trivial.  I know his parents will help us out.  I know my mom would help if she could, but she’s moving at the end of September.  So, I’m needing prayers.  Prayers that God brings us to the right place and the right place.

So pray.  Please.

My Life, as I Know It

So, life is good.

Most of the time anyway. I now have moved my office for the third time in one year. The only other place I think I could possibly move to is out the door. And I’m not planning on that in the near, near future. Not exactly the far future, but not necessarily the near.

One thing moving a lot does is keep your messes to a minimum. That’s why I’m thinking maybe my husband and I need to move. To get rid of some of our stuff. But, perhaps we’ll lose some clothes after some more weight comes off.

Since the last week in March, we’ve both been doing Weight Watchers. Granted, I’ve been going hardcore, while the husband’s doing it fairly seriously, just not denying himself as much as I’m trying to. I’ve lost 22.25lbs. He’s lost about 35 lbs. Stupid men. It sucks that weight just melts right off of them. What is translates to is that I take in about 1350 – 1620 calories a day, give or take depending on the amount of fiber and fat. With diet alone, I can lose about .5 to 1 lb per week. If I add in 4-5 days of at least 30 minutes of exercise a week, I can bump it to 1 to 2.5 lbs per week.

I love that I’m losing weight. It’s not extreme, but it gives me more confidence, it’s giving me way more energy, and I’m starting to fit into cuter clothes that got too small earlier.

We have some issues with keeping the house clean.

I’d like to, but I hate doing it all by myself. Everyone always tells me, get him involved, or he’ll never help. No matter what I do, I can’t get him to do it. I’m nice, shower him with compliments when he does well, and then nothing. I give him a guilty trip, and then nothing. I get angry, and then nothing.

Granted, I am not the absolute neatest person in the entire room, but I like my home resembling some sort of order. But it gets old being the only person who does anything.

But life is good.

Trying to catch up to my life….

Life has been good.

Well, for the most part.  There’s always some things that crop up that rain on your parade a bit, but it just makes you appreciate the sunny things a little more.

Married life is great.  I get to wake up next to my favorite person in the entire world everyday.  Even if the trash doesn’t get taken out when I think it needs to or if I just completely screw up, I know he’s there to tell me I’m beautiful and wonderful and how much he loves me.  What more can I ask for?  I’m a lucky girl.

I’m really taking my health seriously.  I’ve been doing Weight Watchers since the last week of March.  I’ve lost approximately 22lbs.  Most of that on just curbing my eating habits, making healthy choices, and watching my portions.  I can tell it’s going to start slowing unless I kicked in some exercise.  That and my good cholesterol was a lower than desirable.  So, I’m working out more.  Granted, I’m not running a ten minute mile, but I’m getting back into shape.  Then I’m going to start working toward that.  I’d like to easily run a 5k by the time I’ve gotten to my goal weight.  I think that’s a reasonable good goal to have.

Work.  Work is my rainy spot.  It’ll be good for my next job.  I can do basically everything in my office.  Except from a few payroll things.  But, well, I don’t really want to do hardcore payroll at my next job.  I need a new boss.  But it won’t happen.  So we’ll see.

 But, I’m going to relax a little before I go to bed.