Well, we know where our next base will be.
That's right, good old FE Warren AFB.
I checked on the climate. It snows nine months out of the year. SNOWS.
Is it too much to ask for a warm base?
How did we find out so early? Tom checked online and it informed him he was leaving his current squadron into the 90th security forces squadron with the 16th of December as his report no later than date.
This means we're going to have a crappy Christmas. No decorations.
Tom thinks we'll be out of here by the middle of November. He's going to take 30 days of leave. His orders state simply November 2006 as the time when we're leaving.
He was saying last night, "We can visit my family and then fly down and see yours."
I raised my hand in the air as he prattled on. Tom hates when I raise my hand but sometimes he carries on so much that it's the only way to get his attention. He has a booming voice, try to cut in and it's covered by him. So there I was, wagging my hand up and down and Tom raised an eyebrow and went, "WHAT?" all exasperated.
"Yes, in the words of Chandler Bing: 'When did you start crapping money?' How in the world are we going to afford to visit both parents?" I asked.
I could see the wheels turning into Tom's head. The whole, "Oh yeah. We have to PAY to see our parents, huh?? The airline just isn't going to welcome us on just because we haven't seen them in a long time.."
"Hrm well..I don't know..." Tom finally said.
It would be great to see family. I mean at least maybe we could be with one of them for Thanksgiving. But paying for both places? Yeah, not going to happen.
I'll be okay in Wyoming. At first I was on the verge of tears because of the weather and the whole "being in the middle of no where" thing. But then I saw there was a Super Wal-Mart. A Target. And in Fort Collins, which is about 45 minutes away, there is a Kohls. With a Golden Corral right beside it. Which means..if I want to go to Kohls all I have to do is say, "Oh Tom...we can eat at Golden Corral.."
It's great to be married to someone who likes to eat.
Plus Denver is about three hours away. Tom promises he'll take me there a few times a year.
And I'll have cable TV again. The good kind.
So. Wyoming here we come.