We had a lovely BBQ yesterday with Danny’s coworkers, and I possibly met the smartest man ever — he is an Armenian liaison officer who speaks 5 different languages fluently.
There’s also a female Intel Captain, and she’s the only one in the group who is with the infantry guys, but she is going to Special Forces in NC soon. She’s from Upstate NY, and we talked about NY and I told her I lived in NC for a year, so I’m a little familiar with the state (but I lived by the coast though).
There was also an Iraqi officer and a Greek officer there; apparently they are doing some sort of partnership through their country and the USA — my hubby is considering becoming a Ranger Instructor — I’m not too eager to move to the swamps of Florida, or some small hill town in Georgia… and I’ll never get to see him either.
I’m tracking my baby app, the worst is waiting… well, I have about a week to find out if there’s a bun in the oven (fingers crossed). I lamented to my best bud, Ed, and he said you can’t stress or plan it, otherwise it’ll never happen — I guess that’s true. Well, I was planning on seeing the doctor for Clomid anyway.