I know, I know…I’m so delinquent! But in order to be a good JAG, I’ve had to sacrificed this blog…oh yeah, and I’ve been watching a lot of Charmed. I’m not proud of it but it’s true and if this blog is about nothing else, it’s truth…
Anyway…As I sit an ponder why it is that everytime I want a team to win the Super Bowl, they don’t, I also decided it was time to update. So lest anyone think I’m still learning taxes down in Fargo, here’s a quick glimpse of what’s been happening since then. First, I passed the IRS tax test. I’m a certified tax preparer…don’t even ask. Trust me, you’re much better off with Taxslayer. Second, Christmas came and went, fast. I was shocked and overjoyed to see my favorite Notre Dame fan on my parents’ porch Christmas morning. And I think it’s safe to say that Kurt was thrilled to find that this year’s theme coincided well with his personality. Behold, Wild Wild West Christmas:
Also, I’ve had a lot of graduations and milestones these last few years (law school, passing the bar, COT, JASOC, etc.) but I think I made my parents the most proud on Christmas Day 2009….
Did it require gunning down my grandma and opa with a nerf gun? Yes. Did it take 2 tie breakers with a gifted competitor (aka my cousin, Emily)? Of course. Will I treasure my Wild Wild West Competition Winner plaque forever? Absolutely. It’s already displayed proudly in my office…at home. I don’t want to intimidate legal assistance clients.
Third, I completed TDAC (Trial and Defense Advocacy Course) down at Maxwell AFB in Montgomery. This of course meant being back at Maxwell almost exactly a year from when I first started COT. It sent a weird chill down my spine but simultaneously I felt reassured knowing I had survived one full year in the Air Force. 19 more to go! Kurt had a couple friends from law school who were about to start COT so we had them over for dinner (edible thanks to Sally John’s fabulous vodka pasta recipe) the night before TD0. What I would have given for a couple of COT survivors’ brains to pick the night before I started. The get on a plane, get on a bus, walk around a corner and get screamed at thing isn’t an ideal way to start your Air Force career.
Alright, so I survived three weeks down in Montgomery, fit in a docketing conference while I was there, and then came home to play some serious catch up. My office endured a full acquittal during my absence and everyone was beat. It was a long busy fall and the beginning of the year has taken off with a similar pace. The tax center is up and running, 2 court martials scheduled for the next 2 months and an annual awards banquet under our belts have kept us more than busy. Speaking of the annual awards banquet, check us out!
Our own Marie Aubrey was a nominee for Civilian of the Year and don’t be fooled by the picture, she was much happier to be there than it appears. Also, I got to wear my mess dress again which any milage I can get out of that bad boy makes me feel better about the money I spent on it. I did have to buy captians shoulder boards at $45 for the pair but I’m hoping I get to use them more than once too. I also really broke in my mess dress by cleaning off a couple of inches of snow from my car while wearing it. I would say mess dress goes with pretty much any occassion except snow removal.
And finally, the last update I have is to announce that I have embraced a couple of truly North Dakota winter activities over the last few weeks. Last weekend I went curling for the first time. I was told I was both “a natural” and “graceful.” Hey, stop laughing! I swear people said that. We did have a casualty though…a fellow JAG broke his wrist while attempting to walk on ice – it’s hard folks. This weekend I attended the 97 KYCK Cardboard Sled Races just a few short blocks from my apartment. I actually knew the winner too! Here’s the winning monster truck, a sled shaped like an outhouse (why not?) and the aftermath:
So I think that about covers it. I’m sure I’ve missed something but having covered curling and Wild Wild West Christmas, I just can’t imagine there’s much else left. I’ll leave you with an image I see every morning and every night. I’ve grown to accept and even appreciate it. My apartment’s warm, my cats love me (not enough to refrain from knocking over my plants but enough), and I learned today that I can figure out to do when I blow a fuse (panicking and screaming, “I’m missing the half time show, I’m missing the half time show,” is not it) – right now that’s all I ask for. Thanks for tuning in.