So many choices

We've got big news. We got it on Thursday, and since then, there's been a song tune running through my head. I need to learn the rest of the words . . .

My mind is running all over the place (too bad my body isn't, too). One of the things I've been thinking about is how I could title this blog entry sharing my news.

Here are the some of the titles I've considered:

Off with one helluva roar!

Military Brats & an Officer's Wife

Hallelujah!

No. 4, No. 3, & Clean Shave, Please

Out With the Old, In With the New (moving boxes)

The Irony

And now, the explanation.

Did you know that "Off with one helluva roar!" is one stanza in the first verse of the Air Force song? Me neither, till I looked it up just this afternoon. However, "Off we go into the wild blue yonder" and the rest of the tune hasn't escaped my mind for more than an hour at a time since Thursday afternoon.

In about 12 weeks Guy and Cooper will officially be military brats. And yeah, I'll be the officer's wife.

Hallelujah! Rob's 55+ hour weeks are almost over. Instead of Rob working 2 jobs to cover salary and benefits (day job) and earn LCSW hours (night job), he'll have one 9 to 5 job that covers both.

Right now Rob has to shave at least 3 days a week. I've always liked the rugged look. Now there's no chance of that for a very long time, though. His hair will always be short (4 on top, 3 on sides, I think) and he'll have to report to work clean shaved every day. We'll definitely be taking family photos before he reports for Officer's Training which will most likely be starting on July 5 in Montgomery, Alabama (we're still waiting for details).

And this week I'll finally be ridding the garage of the stored moving boxes. Some of those boxes took me to Delaware, brought us back to Utah, and then 2 years later moved us here. We didn't know what next with those. The Air Force application process started last August. After moving here in September, I really wanted to get rid of the boxes, but we had the space to store them and I didn't want to re-purchase if we were going to move ourselves again. But in the next few months (again, details pending), rather than us packing, we'll supervise (yea! . . . if someone else wants to pack and move us, let's go.).

Rob still won't get it, and never will, but while we found out he got accepted on Thursday afternoon, and on Saturday I FINALLY hung things on the walls in our home. I know, it's weird, but I wanted the chance to decide on what I need to update (didn't want to hang a bunch of wedding photos from our time in Delaware), and just take care of things now so that I already have things ready to go right up in our next home. Being sick and pregnant when we moved in, that just never got to the top of the list until now.

We're still waiting to hear our assignment (there are 4 possible places that we could end up for one year--starting in August). There is a lot that we don't know. Luckily we've got a friend from Rob's program who started this whole process one year early than Rob. He's taught us more than anyone else thus far, and he and his wife are going to be an invaluable resource. From him, we've learned that there are 4 places we can end up for the first year: DC (Andrews AFB), Ohio, California, or Florida. I'm hoping for DC.

So, off we go into the wild blue yonder . . .