So 7 months after we're married we finally live together. This opportunity was a pleasant surprise since signing a contract with the military means you resign yourself to slavery. It has been wonderful however to come home to the same house at the end of the day. Kevin especially likes this since it means his days of eating plastic covered Hungry Man's for dinner and various assortments of stale pastries has come to an end. Currently Kevin is in the Delta course and learning all sorts of unpronounceable medical terms, and I (Ginger) am just starting work at my new squadron. Apparently the Delta course has no rules against torture since Kev comes home at the end of every day with several new human-inflicted wounds to show me. You should have seen his arms a couple of weeks ago. He looked like a druggie. They were teaching all the little students how to use needles and they "practice" on each other. I told him to not get pulled over since the cop would take one look at his arms and start searching the car for.........umm.........what sort of drugs are injected???? Well anyway, they'd haul him down to the station, stick him in the interrogation room, and start threatening him with death to give them the names of his drug connections. Lucky for him he never got pulled over. Despite all the bodily injury he sustains every day he claims to love his job. As for me, my new duty station is going to have me running around the country for the first couple of months and after that I'll be headed right back here to stay. Coming from a squadron that sent me all over the world, I'm having a difficult time comprehending the concept of not traveling any longer, but I've thought about trying to get Kevin to steal me some totally uhh.........legal "medication" which will promote hallucinations and I can imagine myself on my exotic islands. All in all, we're happy, and are very much enjoying the time we finally have together.

I wasn't angry that day, I was just...........slightly upset. It's true I swear it.

This ruck sack weighs eleventy-million pounds trust me. If you'll look into the background you'll see the small river which destroyed my cell phone just a few minutes after this picture was taken. I claim innocence on the destruction of that piece of technology. It wasn't MY idea to walk through the stupid river instead of taking the bridge.........well........maybe I offered a little suggestion in that direction, but in my defense, no one HAD to listen. Therefore, I blame it on my counterparts which followed along like sheep. Oh wait, I was the only one that got in. Well, it was fun or something like that.

Ginger

So........I work on airplanes. This was on my second deployment to the middle east, and what we were working on was a long hard job. I had already washed myself off 6 times that day. Not that it did much good. I ended up with grease embedded into my scalp. Some stealthy co-worker thought the sight rather funny and called my name as he snapped the picture. Ha ha funny. But, it turned out to be a rather priceless picture which I have treasured and will show to our future children just before I twist their arms into mechanic classes. I plan on teaching them early, and then finally taking a break myself :)