officially official

The wedding date and location have finally been set -- November 12 in good ol' Waco. We visited the Earle-Harrison House (www.earleharrison.com) while we were in Waco over Easter. We got to spy on a reception in progress and I was pretty much sold on the spot. Yah, it is going to be outside. We know outside is always a wild card, but it is a risk we are willing to take. Now I guess we can start to figure out everything else...I don't even know where to start... let the excitement begin!!

In Waco - T nailed the creepster vibe we were going for. My creepster look needs work.

Updation

Well we're officially San Antonians, if that's what you call us/them? We're still getting acquainted with the new town, but so far we love what we've experienced. Jess' uncle dubbed us "09'ers", which Jess knew what meant right off the bat, 48 hours later I figured it out. The zip code for Alamo Heights, where we both live, is 78209...so put two and two together, we're a couple of 09'ers! We've hit up a bunch of the local flavors in an attempt to expand our tastes and so far we've been delighted in the local flavor. We've walked to dinner a few nights b/c the area is has plenty of options that allow us to walk off our evening's cuisine. There are plenty of good burger joints and of course good tex-mex to fill our guacamole fixes. Being nurses and given my maturity level, I still chuckle to myself when I call guac, "guaiac". If you don't know what that means, look it up and you too will find yourself chuckling. This weekend we went to Screwston for Andrea's baby shower. It felt a little outta place being back in the 713, but good nonetheless. We would have been remiss to not eat at Goode Co. Taqueria on a Sunday mornin' so we obliged ourselves and what a delight it was. Their huevos con tocino are still the bomb diggity and they still have a balloon artist to entertain me...and the kids. You're gosh dang darn right I stalked her from across the saloon and raised my hand like a first grader to get her attention. When she came to our table, two little punks walked up and played the "I'm a cute little 6 year old" card to try to get her to make their balloon figures first, but I batted my eyes and Hector flexed his muscles so she tended to us first. I asked for an alien from Toy Story (one of the 3-eyed creatures). A table full of 5 people ranging from 25-35 years of age sat in amazement for the next 6.5 minutes as this artist created a truly exquisite masterpiece that closely resembles my requested alien. In the midst of this, it dawned on me...I'm a 26 year old officer in the Air Force, wearing a Transformers t-shirt, and requesting a balloon figure from a child's movie...my life is awesome!!! Who says you have to be a robot in the military and can't have a beautiful fiance? To say I'm blessed would be a drastic understatement. But for now I've gotta run b/c there's an Anamaniacs marathon I need to partake in!

P.S. I love ending sentences with prepositions

Regresso!

IIIIII'mmmmmm BAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!! We just got back to Houston and we've picked up Sully and already hit up Freebirds...it was delicious! Alabama certainly doesn't have mexican food (the one weekend we ate it) like Texas does, but they do have good BBQ. Thursday was one of the greatest days I've ever had. I was originally planning on surprising Jess at the airport, but couldn't contain myself and told her I'd meet her there. Getting to see her and give her the biggest hug ever was indescribable, so it will stay between us and you can just imagine some dramatic scene from a movie and multiply it by a hundred to start to get an idea of what it was like. We had the dining out Thursday night which means she got to look absolutely beautiful and I wore a monkey suit to a fancy shmancy dinner at the O club (officer's club). It was full of tradition and some laughs and was a good time. Friday was the graduation ceremony. We melted in our service blues while families and friends packed into the big red bed (the main lecture hall). Then we went and did the parade (march around a field), took the oath (again), threw our hats in the air, and said our goodbyes. Fast forward to Saturday and we finally made it home. It feels good being back. Sully did the happy dance when he saw us and took the liberty of peeing all over the floor in the process...that's my boy! Now that we're back, it's finally time to do what has been put off far too long...WEDDING PLANS!!! There are many to be made so adios!