Beautiful to Me

Their hair maybe over grown,
They maybe constantly sick,
Pink eye may gunk their eyes,
And they probably are always pants-less,

But they are mine,
And they are beautiful to me.

Military Ball, ROTC Style!

We had another one!  And it's our last... as a cadet anyway.  It'd be sa-weet if someday Matt got to be a Professor of Military Science at some ROTC program.  (TEXAS A&M!! Just saying'...)

Okay, here's the scoop: Matt was in charge.  Like a lot of it.  He was stressed.  And I was stressed because I was putting myself together for a fancy event for the first time in my life.  Oh, and that day we were told that we'd be sitting up on the main table/stage.  Joy?  Yeah, I didn't feel that.  Also, before the seating Matt was the guy that introduced all the cadets and guests to the main peeps in the formal line.  Like the Major, and the guest speaker Colonel dude.  (I don't think I should blog when I'm tired. My no use fancy words and stuff.)

Highlights:
- Matt was the m.c. of the ball.
- I wore fancy shoes and didn't fall.
- The food was good.
- Entertainment from the non alcoholic "grog bowl," which we gratefully didn't have to drink.
- Sitting at the head table wasn't too bad.
- The Master Sgt. sat beside me and we talked of all sorts of stuff. But we think he saw Ewan McGregor during the filming of Long Way Round! (It's a fav show. Check it out from the library, it won't disappoint.)

Oh, and the key note speaker was totally crazy.  He hit Matt on the shoulder during the speech.  Twice.  It was an animated/politically driven/fear frenzied talk.  So if you're ever in charge of a Military Ball remember that you can't control the speaker, and if you ever speak at a Military Ball which has boyfriends/girlfriends/spouses/kids... just know your audience, k?

My awesome representation of the Ball's layout.
We didn't sit at the circle fruit cup tables.
We sat on the long dinosaur table, dressed as Rolos, beside the Jell-O podium.

Enjoy our bajillion photos: 

                             

Our 3 Year Home

The "request for orders" have come in. 

We have an almost for certain duty station assignment.

When the "orders" come in the next weekish, it'll all be set in military-grade stone.  

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Ft. Stewart, Savannah, Georgia

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Yurp. Back to the Dirty South... though this time the venue will be covered in Spanish Moss. 

Though I'm pretty crushed about not being stationed in Hawaii, here are things that I take comfort in:

- It's warm.

- It's near a beach.

- Friends and Matt's family have said that they'll visit. (And I'm gonna hold y'all to that!)

- Also it might be nice to be stationed in Hawaii when we have a higher pay grade. 

Duty Stations are typically 3 years.  During this time in Savannah we'll visit my family, play at the beach, tour the east coast, and try to eat healthier Southern foods. We'd love to go to Germany for our next assignment!

Other things of note:

It looks like Matt job will be with the 3rd Sustainment Brigade of the 3rd Infantry Division. Remember he's branched Adjutant General--meaning a human resource type job. We think that we'll be stationed there at the end of December... But again, everything will be set in stone when then "orders" come in.

Dealing With Spring

We have warm days.
We have wet days.
We have freezing days.
We have sunny days.
We have windy days.
We have sick days.
We have snow days.

We are dealing with an unpredictable spring.
We are doing okay with all the crazy weather curve balls thrown at us.

Isaac's Chin Heals

Remember when Isaac busted his chin? He does too.
Taking a picture every day of his chin was quiet a treat for him!
Take a look at the wonder of a healing body:

February 25th 

February 26th

February 27th

February 28th

March 1st

March 2nd

March 3rd

March 5th

March 6th

March 8th

March 13th