Thoughts are buzzing, blurring things

I think I think too much sometimes. I think about so many things. I think about how my choices are going to affect me later (well I might not think about that as much as I should! :] ). I think about the future I'm creating with my husband and how incredible it is to watch our world meld around what we think, say, do, and how it all just works out in the end. Sometimes I can't wait to have kids, to see how they will affect our little world we've created. I might think I've thought about it enough but I think I've figured out our current ( I say current, because I'm almost certain that it will change soon enough) life plan. I want to still do things, I want to go to Vegas! I want my wonderfully smart and talented husband to go to school! I want to go backpacking in Colorado! I want to so SNOWBOARDING! I want to lose weight! I want to experience some things. Few people know me as well as they think (here we go again with the thinking) they know me, and the few who do know I'm very impatient and overly ambitious. I think, nay, I'm pretty darn sure, that I want these things done by the time I'm 21. I want to have a young family. When I'm 22 years old Timmy will have his Associates Degree, he'll be stable in his job. He'll be 25 which means our car insurance will go down ( apparently at 25 men are more mature) I think when I'm 22 I want to be a mom, and I think while we raise a family I will take a class here and a class there, and work my way to my degree. I want to be a teacher, I want to be able to have the summers off with my children and I really love kids. So that's my plan, and whether it be here, or it be in Seattle, Wa, or Longmont, Co, or Miami, Fl, that's what I want to do with my life. So for now I'm going to work on becoming a better Samantha, I feel I'm a good wife, and Timmy a Husband BEYOND words he's such a great man. I love him so much it makes my heart feel like its going to burst. and then I think by the time we play a little we'll be ready to work on a little Renken.