What's next?

I am on the cusp of truly experiencing Bliss & Chaos, 24/7: Mark and I are moving to the Portland area at the end of May for the job opportunity of a lifetime at Nike.  And it is Mark who got the job of a lifetime, I'll be leaving mine.  And apparently the job market in old P-town is a little tight so I get to have some time off with my hoodlums for a few months while I find my next career.

So I'll be a full-time stay home mom for awhile until I can convince some poor sucker out there to hire me.

Many people have been asking me what I want to do next and I have no idea.  I swear.  NONE.  I have a list of things I DO NOT want to do, so that will be mildly helpful in my quest.  Those items are as follows:

1.  I do not want to be a President/CEO/Executive Director.  I'm far too young to have so much responsibility.  You know, raising two small children is WAAAAY less responsibility than running an organization, right?  RIGHT?
2.  I do not want to be in the public.  I'm tired of going places and running into people I know.  Oh wait, maybe that's the small town thing.  OK so I'm desperate to feel no guilt on Saturday morning showing up at a public event with my two hooligan children in tow, no shower, no make up and wearing sweats.
3.  I do not want to manage anyone.  Not because managing people is a bad thing, but the people I've been "managing" require no management and I can barely parent two small children and convince them to wear their shoes, how am I going to manage grown ups?  I don't think I have the skills!
4.  I don't want to be someone's corporate bitch.  Nuff said.
5.  I don't want to be responsible for an entire organizational budget.  I married a bean counter for a reason, it ain't my skill set.
6.  I don't want my own office.  I'm lonely in here.
7.  I don't want to be required to make decisions.  I really want to be told what to do, I am getting quite good at it with two small children in the house.
8.  I don't want to have to sit at a desk all day.  Mostly because my ass still hurts from that fall on Easter Sunday when God punished me for cheating during lent.  YES, he DID.

I guess that sums it all up for now.  Basically, I need your help in determining my next career.  Will you please vote on my poll?