Two, and three.

I finally have an address. I finally can send all the letters & pictures that have been piling up. And if you have a moment, pray for Damm. Rob (brother to Damm) said, "uh, he's in basic . It's supposed to be hard" when I asked him to pray for his brother-I know it's supposed to be hard but that's no reason to not pray for him (that same brother readily gave me money to buy a phone card for Damm so he must be forgiven for his comment). As far as I can tell from his letters he started Basic on the 8th of May (Friday) so we now begin the countdown. It looks like he might have up to 10 days between the end of Basic and AIT so I have renewed hope about him being able to fly back here (the prospect of a 3-day drive to SC is not the most attractive one; however I'm determined to go there if he can't come here). So I'm pretty sure I've mentioned how much I like the Gilmore Girls show. Orclette likes 'em too-it's the second thing she asks ...

They sell really cute, fashionable workout clothing. But since I'm currently on a budget and I'd rather spend my money on actual clothing I didn't buy any. So when I go to my new gym I wear my usual shorts and one of Damm's t-shirts. Makes me look like a tent, but it works. And it didn't bother me until she showed up. She was a tan, blond fitness goddess. Tribal tattoo around one arm. Perfectly cut muscles. Very cute workout clothing. And all of a sudden I very much cared what I was wearing. Never mind that here I am, almost 7 months pregnant and still working out. Never mind that I'm in better shape than half of the people I see in the gym. I did not look like tan blond fitness goddess. I looked like a tent. And boy did it bother me. She wasn't there yesterday though. And I didn't have any trouble keeping my heart rate around 140. See, as a pregnant person the general rule of thumb is go ahead and exercise but keep your heart rate around or below 140. P...

Believe it or not the Orclette and I have been very busy. I joined a gym and have arranged to drop Orclette off at grandma's at 1 p.m. everyday (that I'm not working, or they're busy, etc.) so I can have a wonderful hour of working out by myself. Then we stick around the in-laws house til about 6 or 7, come back and wind down by watching movies for an hour. Sleep, then repeat. Most of my composition efforts have gone into the letter-a-day I've been writing for Damm. We finally got out first letter yesterday. Apparently they took a sample of his blood after he had been up more than 37 hours and he fainted. He thought it had been a dream until his pounding headache arrived. I don't know a whole lot more than that, his letter was barely coherent. Ok, I need coffee. The words are not flowing, inspiration is not flowing.