This morning my own mama threatened me that I better get rid of those antelope babies at the top of the page or else... OK, OK! How about a summary of the change of command ceremony and open house from last Friday?
Though it was a bit of a rollercoaster ride to get to Friday, we couldn't be happier that Matt gets to stay here at F.E. Warren AFB for two more years as the squadron commander of the 321st MS. It's hard to believe we've been around long enough to find ourselves in this particular station of life : )
The actual ceremony was scheduled for 10 am, so there was enough time to get gussied up properly and take some pictures. Eesh did not accompany to us to the ceremony, but did find himself (seriously, this pink blanket named eesh is a "he") in the pictures.
I don't have any pictures from the actual ceremony. Someone official with a camera does, but I know neither his name or his location, so maybe they'll eventually show up like the Clay Walker picture did. We'll just move on then!
I even sewed a banner from scratch! Pretend that I knew ahead of time that the three packs of bias tape I bought at Hobby Lobby would fit perfectly across the front of the house like this! I mentioned on Facebook that I think it's funny when crafting and the Air Force intersect. That doesn't really get old for me : )
Please take a closer look at that banner. The one I sewed. From scratch. With my own sewing machine. (I know, easy project to the legions of advanced seamstresses out there, but I'm still very proud).
I also customized some beverage tubs and utensil holders from Target. I do so love my trusty Canon printer and the specialty paper aisle at Office Depot (the banner used canvas paper, and this is glossy make-your-own-sticker paper. Though word of warning: on the beverage tubs, the glossy make-your-own-sticker paper doesn't like condensation a whole lot).
Abby and Wes were instrumental in helping with the food purchasing beforehand and the distribution during; we planned food + drink for a lot of people, somewhere in the vicinity of 150-200 just to be safe. We estimated somewhere around 130 people attended.
That actually broke down to 80 hot dogs and 160 hamburgers (of which we had 40 odd left) plus accompanying buns and condiments, five watermelons, two trays of broccoli slaw, and lots and lots of variety packs of Good Humor ice cream from Sam's Club. And! I got to use my funny new giant melamine paper plate from Texas. Tami and I both bought one in the Bishop Arts District (this is a story yet untold but hopefully soon) and brought them home in our suitcases. It's good to keep TSA agents wondering, right?
Papa grilled all the meat (applause). We didn't notice that Maddie brought him the pancake spatula when he asked her to go grab it from the kitchen vs. the grill spatula (which is quite a bit longer) so for the first half hour he was burning his fingers to a crisp. Sigh.
Early on in the open house everything paused for the National Anthem (played at 4:30 every afternoon, and the world stops for a couple of minutes). Nana surrepticiously took this picture; you don't usually see this particular moment at a BBQ, ha.
Everything was over by about 9:30 pm, and OH MY GOODNESS I haven't been so tired in years. The kind of bone tired that makes it nearly impossible to function; the kind of bone tired that caused me to accidentally sleep in until 9:30 am on Saturday morning. (!!!) We saved the very cool bottle of wine that Matt's first crew commander back in Montana sent to wrap up the celebration quietly on the porch Saturday night. It is actually engraved wth the Air Force insignia!