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Alan finally received his orders.  Sort of.  He doesn’t have a hard copy yet, and that won’t arrive until about a month before he leaves.  I’ve only been saying, “He should receive his orders this week” for the past six months or so.  Not that I was frustrated, or anything. …  Anyway.  Guess where we’re going!

+ Alan’s next duty station is located within the contiguous United States (the 48 adjoining states) and is not in the Mid-Atlantic region.

+ The state boasts the largest land mass of all 50 states (so, it’s not Rhode Island, if that’s what you were thinking).

+ The state has the largest herd of white-tailed deer in the nation (but the first day of hunting season is an unofficial holiday in Pennsylvania).

+ This state has armadillos.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen an armadillo.  Except maybe in Florida.

+ The actual duty station was named after a Confederate general who led at Gettysburg, Penn.

+ A Pennsylvanian was made a hero in light of her actions during a tragedy at this duty station in 2009.

This fall, Alan is PCSing to Fort Hood, Texas!  I will be joining him after our wedding in June.  I’m glad that my first moving experience will be within the United States (his other possible choices were Germany and Korea) and that we’ll be close to both his family on the West Coast/Mid-West/East Coast and my family on the East Coast.  I’ve also been stalking the Killeen Daily Herald like it’s my job.  Mainly because I’d like it to be (writing or editing for it, not stalking, that is).

My parents suggested that I send as much of my belongings as possible with Alan this fall.  That, coupled with the fact that this past Independence Day was the last I’ll celebrate with my family for a while, really drove home the fact that I will be graduating college and moving out of the house and starting my own life in less than a year.

Craziness.

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+ leaves of three, let it be.  Last Wednesday, C mentioned that he had a rash.  Upon closer inspection, we realized that it wasn’t just any rash – it was poison ivy.  And he had waited a week after the initial bumps to mention anything.  About an hour past bedtime and several cups of white vinegar, one cup of oatmeal and a few teaspoons of baking soda later, C was ready for bed with some homemade remedies (I prefer homemade remedies to over-the-counter chemical treatments or medications, when the situation allows for them).  The white vinegar burned a lot (when I applied it Thursday night, he cried), but it best treated the poison.  The oatmeal and baking soda mixture only helped relieve the itching.

However, Thursday night I also whipped up a paste of baking soda and water, with a splash of white vinegar.  His hair was cut on Thursday, so I was able to see the poison that had spread to his face and forehead.  I applied the paste and his skin looked much clearer the next day.

The whole time I was applying the remedies, I kept thinking of the movie “Overboard” with Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn.  In one scene, Joanna/Annie is tending to Dean’s boys, who have all contracted poison oak.  Later, Dean finds Joanna/Annie on the couch, upset because she has contracted poison oak from the boys.

Today, I noticed a small welt that looks remarkably like poison ivy.

+ a tribute to our creator.  On Friday, Alan, the boys and I went to Creation with the church youth group.  It was my first experience (I always went to Purple Door when I was involved in youth group) as well as theirs, and I loved seeing Tenth Avenue North and Skillet, though my favorite part was the candlelighting at the end of the evening.  My least favorite part was the insane heat headache that set in during the early afternoon and stayed for the rest of the afternoon.  C seemed to really enjoy the concert, though T seemed less enthused; however, considering that his favorite band is The Beatles, one can assume that Skillet isn’t exactly his style.

+ the two-hour cake of fail.  For Independence Day, I decided to bake this cake.  I baked a mock-up last month, and it turned out decently.  However, when I made the mock-up, I focused wholly on the cake.  Last night, I spent most of the time watching “The Town” with my sister, her boyfriend and Alan.  I don’t know if the extended time ruined the cake, or if it dried out overnight, but when I tried to cut the layers today, the cake was so hard I could pick up a layer and tap it on the stove top.

Needless to say, we were down a dessert at the family picnic this afternoon.

+ the first last.  My family celebrated Independence Day today, and I realized that this will be the first major holiday to occur after the wedding next year.  Meaning, this – my favorite holiday – will be the first holiday I celebrate as a married woman and without my family (the first time I celebrated alone was when I was in England and my British friends and I watched “The Patriot”).

+ how does your garden grow?  This evening, Alan pointed out a flat cloud that apparently precedes a tornado.

It looked pretty puffy to me.

I went outside to take photos of the flat/puffy cloud and decided to clip some herbs from the small garden we started last weekend.  Alan and I came inside with some dill, serrano peppers, cilantro, apple mint and lemon basil.  At the moment, I’m boiling the mint for tea.  I grew up drinking my grandmother’s homemade mint tea, and now Alan’s hooked on it, too.  We plan to make Caprese on Crostini at some point (we planted tomatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, lettuce and spinach mustard at my grandmother’s house), and I’m going to dry the dill for later use.  I also want to make last-minute sesame noodles again in the near future, so I’ll use the cilantro for that.

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+ why do my favorite childhood places always seem less amazing when i’m an adult?  On Friday, Alan had a company picnic at Knoebels (kah-NO-buhls), a local amusement park.  It was the first time I had been there in at least seven years.

After the picnic, we were able to ride a few of the rides before some serious rain hit and ended our day.  We even jammed all four of us into a Tilt-A-Whirl car.  How a 6′ 2″ man and a 6′ teen managed to squeeze in the car (especially as none of the guys are skinny, by any stretch of the word), I’ll never know.  All I know is that the combined weight created so much force I was certain the car was going to fly off the track at least twice.

We also rode The Phoenix, my favorite wooden roller coaster (the bunny hops make me fly out of my seat to the point of making me fear I’ll seriously fly out of the car).  I rode behind Alan and T, who later asked if it was me screaming on every hill.  Yes.  Yes, it was.

+ parade.  On Saturday, we woke up early to go to the most amazing Fourth of July parade ever.  It features a B-52 flyover before the parade, which is my favorite part.

My second-favorite are the re-enactors – there are some dressed in period uniforms from some major U.S. wars.

And the parade honors veterans from every war; some walk, some ride in vehicles.  Either way, it’s very impressive to see so many from our area, considering the fact that we don’t have a large military presence.

The gentleman in the photo above is a veteran of the Korean War.  He’s very active at the high school I attended, and I had the privilege of interviewing him about his experiences in the military.