Three of the boys’ better halves. |
His pilot training class. |
One of the spouses had this idea to have a photographer take our pictures with the jet. I was so glad she did this because the F-16 is the one jet they didn’t have at Peterson AFB where we had our engagement pictures done and obviously, it is the most appropriate jet for us to be photographed with. I also think it is a great way to remember this important stage in their AF careers. We were really pleased with how these pictures turned out. I went from not having any exceptionally good pictures of the Viper Pilot and I to more than I know what to do with. And that’s not even including the wedding pictures that are still to come. I’m going to need a house with more walls…
Well, I finally broke down and turned on the heat in my house. It’s probably a bad thing when your 8 pound dog (wearing not one but two doggie sweaters) is curled up under a blanket and still shivering. Yeah, it was cold in the house.
They predicted snow yesterday and today and I was so excited – but it never snowed. It just drizzled and got wickedly cold. Trust me, 44 degrees feels much worse in Mississippi. It is such a damp cold that it hurts your bones. That is the only way to describe it. Today was a long-underwear-and-two-pairs-of-wool-socks kind of day. People see me all bundled up in my scarf, hat and mittens (I don’t care what I look like as long as I am warm) and joke that I’m from Iowa and I’m such a wuss. They don’t understand what Iowa cold is like. Wind chill doesn’t exist in their vocabularies down here. They only thing they know what it is. I do miss snow. But I can’t complain about the 70 degree days in November down here, either…so I guess I’m going to have to have a summer house in Colorado and winter in Florida or Texas. Darn…