13 and Life
My Pregnant Wife sent me an e-card today commemorating my 13th anniversary of taking the oath of office as a second lieutenant on the third floor of the ROTC Detachment at Indiana University. If all continues to go fairly well, this will be just about the half-way point of my career. If life starts to go very well, I'll have won the lottery and purchased the Air Force of New Zealand for my kids to play with.
I would have passed the 13-year mark on May 9th, but thanks to a November 1991 physical raised questions about a head injury I'd sustained in March of 1989, I had to undergo Neuropsyche testing the last two weeks of May (the earliest it could be scheduled), so my commissioning was postponed until 1 June. They tested motor skills, short-term memory, puzzles and basic knowledge. For fun I told him I thought Louie Armstrong was the first black guy to walk on the moon.
Funnily enough, that neurological psychological metaphysical hypothetical political lyrical miracle whip testing took place at the closest military hospital to Indiana University, which happened to be situated in a little town called Dayton, Ohio.
I would have passed the 13-year mark on May 9th, but thanks to a November 1991 physical raised questions about a head injury I'd sustained in March of 1989, I had to undergo Neuropsyche testing the last two weeks of May (the earliest it could be scheduled), so my commissioning was postponed until 1 June. They tested motor skills, short-term memory, puzzles and basic knowledge. For fun I told him I thought Louie Armstrong was the first black guy to walk on the moon.
Funnily enough, that neurological psychological metaphysical hypothetical political lyrical miracle whip testing took place at the closest military hospital to Indiana University, which happened to be situated in a little town called Dayton, Ohio.
posted by Dan at 7:13 PM
3 Comments:
You keep referring to A as your "Pregnant" wife, as though you have to distinguish her from your other wives, such as your Ohio Wife and your Wife You Keep Under Your Bed.
Why is that?
Just to remind people that she's mine, and that she's pregnant, so lay off.
So if your wife weren't pregnant she'd be available?
Does she know about this?
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