Kevin's An Officer Now...

Today Kevin finally graduated WOC school and swore in to the Warrant Officer Corp this morning. I thought it was neat that I was able to pin his WO1 rank on.

Here was his first time getting saluted, rather than saluting someone else because they were an officer. Unfortunately, the guy in front of him walked right in the way at the same time, so I missed the picture!

Isn't he a handsome officer? It is so nice to have him home. He gets to be home for the rest of our time here except for a short 3 week school. YAY!

Educational E-mails with REAL backing

I just want to thank all of you for your educational emails over the past year. Thanks to you:

1. I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel.
2. I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.
3. I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.
4. I can't enjoy lemon slices in my tea or on my seafood anymore because lemon peels have been found to contain all kinds of nasty germs including feces, and cause tooth decay.
5. I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pass-time while driving alone is picking your nose
6. Eating a Little Debbie sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.
7. I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom. Yuck!
8. I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.
9. I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.
10. I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me
11. I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
12. I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a pregnant water buffalo on a hot day.
13. Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.
14. Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.
15. I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.
16. I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans.
17. I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer. And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life.
18. I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.
19. I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.
20. I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise. I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.
21. I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.
22. Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.
23. And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.
24. I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!

Milk Cures Crying

Milk is a new cure for crying... when it comes to onions that is. I discovered it on my own last night as I was cutting up a huge lot of them. I decided I was going to dehydrate some to make cooking easier/quicker/cleaner. So, 10 HUGE onions, one hour of chopping into 20+ cups, a sharp knife, 3 glasses of milk, no tears, 9 hours in the dehydrator and making the neighborhood smell like an onion field only yielded me about 4 cups of dehydrated onion. Yay!
You would think that I would have ended up with more final product when I started out with huge bowl of chopped. I guess onion is more water than onion. (So to make the milk thing work, when you start to feel the sting coming on, just gulp milk and you'll be good to soldier on!)
Oh, and a few relatives have complained they can't comment without having an account, so I changed my preferences so you can comment and choose "anonymous" so let the comments roll on in family members.

Another Bitter-Sweet Sunday

Well, Kevin will move in to "Senior Status" on Friday, meaning he'll have more privileges and he finally got to use his phone for 30 min last night. Not much really, but hey, that's better than nothing, that's for sure. Here we are outside our ward building in Ozark this morning. Doesn't he look great? I guess i'm really starting to have a pregnant tummy now.