A Date!

So we now know the date Joshua is leaving for BMT, February 26th. So we have Valentine's Day together, which I wasn't expecting. He's slotted for a mechanical field job, and we won't know what type of tech training he'll be doing until his third week into BMT. So we can't know a wedding date until he's already in BMT. I'm expecting a late Summer or early Fall wedding.

But nonetheless, my mind is screaming because I don't know when his tech training is done so we can start planning a wedding. I was hoping we could do at least some of the planning together. At this rate, it'll be a brief questionnaire when he calls from BMT, or informing him via writing letters. At least when he's in tech training it should be a little easier to get a hold of him (I believe).

On a different, but similar note, Joshua may get a tech job still. His new recruiter (his first one is getting ready for a year long deployment in Korea) suggested taking the EDPT, a tech-based test. This is a once-a-month test, and occurs on the fourth Monday of the month at the MEPS station. For us, our MEPS station is in San Jose, about 200mi away. The humorous catch: he'll be leaving for the EDPT test on December 23rd, and coming back the 24th. At which point we'll pick him up and enjoy the evening together, go to Midnight Mass  since I'm Catholic and the Midnight Mass is less crowded. Afterwards, at one in the morning, we're being dropped at his house to have a very early Christmas morning (at seven I think) with his family, and then being dropped back off at my house afterwards to have a late morning Christmas with my family. Hectic two days, in my opinion!

Then two days later is my 21st birthday. I agreed to try alcohol, and I'm dreading that. But not as much as Joshua's mom planning to have a birthday party for me. Not because I'm worried she'll be over the top, but because I'm not one to be the center of attention. She even asked me what my favorite dinner was... I don't know! How sad is that? I first thought biscuits and gravy, but that's not a dinner meal... Just give me Little Caesar's pizza with crazy bread. Or Taco Bell. Lots of Taco Bell. On the topic of birthday parties, I have a nagging suspicion something is happening during the party. Maybe the official proposal, or maybe just wanting to watch me drink alcohol, I don't know. But not often am I having a celebration for my birthday (I haven't had one since... middle school, I think). So I find it odd and suspicious.

I also got a kitten! Not sure if it's a boy or girl yet, but it's a black kitten so I named it Midnight. I think it's a girl. But my sister's boyfriend who lives with us has a cat who had kittens on November 1st and I got to keep one. They'll be eight weeks old on the 27th (my birthday). They're only six weeks old, but I love Midnight. She (until I find out otherwise) fell asleep in my lap earlier. She also has no fears of a giant German Shepherd, unlike her sibling who hisses at poor Barret. Apparently Midnight plays with Barret. I don't get to see much since the kittens and James' cat are in his room until they're comfortable.


Excuse the crappy quality, I have a crappy camera on my phone. But Midnight and Mango (named by James' grandparents). On the right you can see their mother, Sarah.