I'm adopted, he's in the Air Force, and all we really want is family.
After 8 miscarriages, and one failed adoption, this blog is a journal through infertility, adoption, and now parenthood, now that Isaac has filled our baby carriage, and it's about to be filled again with a surprise, successful (so far) pregnancy!
It's sometimes blunt, sometimes improper, but always real. This is our story.
Once again, it's hard to complain about the Air Force and stupid recruiting duty, when we get to go to fun places. This weekend, a local raceway hosted a race, and the Air Force had a big display.
Man... I'd join the Air Force.... but hey, maybe it's just me that thinks he's smokin' hot!
They have this SUV that has AF crap all on the outside, and then the inside has the flat screen, x-box, and radio with some killer speakers.
One of the 'national assets' that is on tour. The guy from pimp my ride (Mike something) and 7 Airman designed this car. It looks like a cockpit inside, had radar reflecting paint, and an inferred camera on top, so you can drive at night with all the lights off and still be able to see.
See those magical blue bands on our wrists... they were like a magic key- they got us into air conditioning, places with free water, close parking... it rocked!
Us standing above the seats, during the time trials.
Us right down next to the track... we had mud in our hair!
It was so stinking hot (and I only went up there after I got off of school....) I know the guys were dying, but once again, its things like this that almost make recruiting duty (and the occasional 14 hour day...) worth it.