60 Days left!

Life has been uneventful for us for a few months, but, as they say, no news is good news.  Laura's belly is growing at an alarming rate and as the title of the blog states, we are down to only 60 days left (I know because I have a counter on my desktop).  She is staying busy catching up with family and doing all sorts of activities.  Last week the car finally arrived from Italy, almost a month overdue.  To our unpleasant surprise, there was some minor damage to the front grill (still drive-able, but not something we should just overlook) so she gets to go through the claims process as an additional activity.  For anyone who has not dealt with this type of thing in the military, take all your worst nightmares of places like the DMV times ten and stretch it out over multiple months.  We have still not received our claim from moving to Italy three years ago.  Gotta love government bureaucracy.  She is also attending all the requisite motherhood classes, to include a "fit mom's class" to stay in shape.  So you all feel better, I'll go ahead and make the joke that I know you are all thinking - Yes, round is a shape.  ;)  ... Love you honey

As you can tell by my lack of fear of the dog house, I'm still in Korea and will be for the next 55.5 days.  Work is significantly less than demanding.  Due to a delay in a previously planned increase in our tasks here and the Air Force not being able to respond fast enough (see the above bureaucracy comment) our unit currently has six guys like me for only four jobs, so we are a little under worked.  However, due to the normal cycle of things, I'm sure we'll drop back down and be overworked soon enough.  In the meantime, I've been working steady on my masters.  I'm currently taking nine credits, so I'm staying busy even if it is just reading and writing in my room. One nice thing here is that I have been working out six days a week, which is fantastic; roughly five to six days a week more than I have averaged for the last few years.  I have been running off base here, which is pretty interesting.   When you get more than a few blocks from the base, six foot tall white guys are pretty unusual this far north, so I get some interesting reactions.  Some people smile and wave to me when they would never smile or wave to another Korean and others say "Hi" to me practicing their English.  I get the feeling that this far north, the people are a little more conscious of the threat just a few miles further north.  That or they're North Korean spies, you never know...