OK, I'll reveal my deep dirty secret

........I have been married for 5 and 1/2 years and never sent out Thank You Cards!!

OK, now let me defend myself...
First off...My parents were spoiled rotten and weren't raised to practice such proprieties. SO, they didn't teach us about that stuff either.

I was about 16 or so when I first learned such things occured, so it wasn't ingrained into my psyche...
Second...My DH and I were both in the Army at the time (of engagement). We kind of HAD to get married there so we would be stationed together.

I basically had 6 or 7 months to plan a wedding in Monterey, CA (which hello, is one of the most expensive places ever) Did I mention that I had never even BEEN to a wedding before AND that my family all lived in the South, and his in PA??
Third.....We had to time it just right for everything to work, which meant; we had to get married the weekend after we took all our Final Exams, speaking exams, etc.

basically, really hard Chinese tests that we had been preparing for since we started the course, 62 weeks ago. So, in addition to planning a wedding (with no family near me) I had to study/practice for life altering exams, AND a final PT test, While preparing to outprocess, while packing up to do a DITY move to Texas AND freaking out b/c my company at the last minute planned a weekend training exercise, you guessed it, the weekend of my wedding.
So, it all worked out, finished all my tests, the next day I had to start picking up people from the airport & showing them around.

The next day, we got our test scores (whew, passed).

Everyone else arrived THAT night.

PT test next day and rehearsal that night. Wedding on Saturday,

everyone (yes, us too) drives up to San Francisco on Sunday.

On Monday, start to outprocess and get into high gear packing mode (mandatory formations out the wazoo) AND family still in town. Graduation ceremony on Thursday, say goodbye to family that night.

Final outprocess Friday morning, pack up car, say good-bye to DLI, leave for Texas that night.

Have to be there by Sunday. Check in at AFB in Texas. Find place to live, unpack, go buy stuff for house. More intense training for 4 months. Then, shipped to Hawaii.

Live in hotel for a month. Get a new apt, FINALLY atleast get thank you's out to church family, start on everyone else's.....and yeah, that's as far as I got.
I apologize for my incredibly rude and uncouth behavior............but it felt good to get that out....
