10 Years Later

My bloggy friend over at Pardon My Dust has roped me into this one! So, essentially, I need to write about where I will be in 10 years. Not such an easy task for an Army Wife who has moved 6 or 7 times in the last 6 years. Lets begin!


Here are the rules:

1. Post where you want to be in 10 years

2. Pass it on to 10 of your bloggy friends!




10 years down the road I will offically be so close to 40 I can smell it. Biggest Punk will have graduated High School, and he better be in college if he knows what is good for him! Littlest Punk will be entering her teen years, which will require much ripping of hair and gnashing of teeth on my part, I am sure. I will also have a suitably awesome collection of shotguns standing at the ready for any teen boy that wants to try venturing into B-Dub Land. 


Charley will only have 4 more years of the Army life left! Retirement will be sweet indeed! We will have purchased a whole lotta acreage in North Eastern Montana (Charley's home state) somewhere around Kalispell. On this land we will be building a lovely home, llama enclosures, and highland cattle will roam the mountain sides. I will have learned to spin llama (or alpaca) hair into yarn which I will use to knit (once I learn how) booties the dogs will wear while in the house. Think swiffer dusters with legs, so I will never have to sweep again! I might even patent the idea, but prolly just share the wonder with the world. Housewives everywhere will love me!


Hopefully by now I will finally be able to afford my "fixing" surgeries. I know, I know, I am already perfect- but a little work never hurt! Two kids and gravity haven't exactly improved certain areas, if you catch my drift. Charley will be all the way bald, instead of his horseshoe. Well, maybe, his Uncles both have/had the horseshoe. More on this later.


I will be working at a super fabulous job, that will require wearing heels daily to match the super stylish dressy clothes that are also a requirement. Charley and I will continue working on our tour of the globe, visiting countries some people can't even pronounce. We will have officially moved 2343 times during our marriage, and therefore require constant vaca's to keep us sane. 


My brothers will both have decided it is time to give it up and come live with us in Montana. Spend our evenings in front of a roaring fire, sipping on which ever genial beverage we choose for the occasion. Hunting almost year round, camping in summers, and they can go canoeing. By themselves. The rivers there are FRIGID year round. I will stick to my hot tub. 


Ah the good life! Isn't it sweet?




And I now bequeath this challenge to 10 of my very dear Bloggy friends!

Nomad

Sandy

Robyn

Katy

Rabbit

Katrina

Jen

Mr. Savage

Alissa

ScoMan

Laura

Now its time to write away my friends! Holla back when your done so I can check you out, um, in 10 years.