… Yes, it’s true… We’re finally just Mr. and Mrs. Geek instead of SSgt and Mrs. Geek and we couldn’t be happier. My husband served 9 years as active duty Air Force and we’d always thought we were lifers. Stuff happens though, you realize the life isn’t what you signed up for and you make the choice to leave it because it’s healthier for you to leave then it is to stick around. Something I’ve found interesting is how other military families treat you once they know you’re getting out. It’s as if by you getting out, you’re unknowingly saying they’re messing up for staying in. That wasn’t the case for us at all. We think the USAF can be a really great job/lifestyle choice for some people and we wish them the best with it. Military life was no longer for us though and it was better for us if he was no longer military. So we left.
Yesterday was his last day as active duty military. He had 94 days of terminal leave so he hasn’t been wearing his uniform for awhile but it was nice to know it was the last day the military would have any ownership over our lives. We went out to lunch with some friends to celebrate and hit up Rib Crib because that’s where our friend Cooleen works. We heart Cooleen. Anywho… some photos

Cooleen’s fiance Bryan screwing around and not letting me take a photo

My mutant potato that was huge and ended up being three meals. OMG. HUGE? Yes. Who knew it would be that big?

My honey bunny and I on his last day in the military. We wore those smiles all day long.
No really. I wore that huge grin all day long. I picked up a bottle of Redbreast Irish Whiskey and brought it to him at work… on base. It was my very last time driving on base as a military spouse and I had a huge grin to the point that the civilian gate guard asked me if today was a special day. I said “YES! It’s the last day I can ever use that card to get on base and I’m so fucking happy I could cry. Best. Day. EVER!” The military gate guard started laughing and said he still had two and half years until he could say that. They both congratulated me and wished us luck.
I drove to Cody’s work, harassed his co-workers (no really, I like most of you guys I swear. You just happen to work with a couple of tools that need to go away now), gave him his booze, and then went home.
Seriously though, it was a fantastic day. I had just this grin all day long and the giggles and I was in such a good mood. I was even okay that I had to hunt the stupid dogs down because they chewed a hole in my fence large enough that my goberian got through the fence (thus a big hole) AND I had to go out there with a test splotch of dye on my hair and ratty clothing because I was repinking my hair. /sigh
Speaking of my hair… It was fading because I took a super long shower and forgot to keep my hair out of the hot water. So the tips of it were going from pink to brown and it just looked like crap. I picked up a bottle of Punky hair dye though and fixed it. My bathroom and my hands look like I slaughtered something pink and cute, but my hair is awesome again.



Edited: October 22nd, 2009