Adventures in becoming an "Official Marine Wife"

So today, we went to IPEC, which is the place where they change over all your (and by your I mean your enlisted person's) paperwork. Sadly they change all sorts of paperwork there, and so it took a while. Not quite as long as it possibly could have taken (I think my squinty eye mind powers helped with that, although Joe thinks not). It was a sea of woodland cammies, as the office is entirely run by Marines. There was another wife, across the room, who looked about as thrilled to be in the midst of this organized chaos as I was. The Marine finally assigned to help us looked young, (he was a PFC), but had a daughter, so I'm not sure how old that could make him. I deemed his chevrons swooshy things(Well, he only had one, and they kind of look like boomerangs by themselves). Joe just shook his head at me when I told him that. I got to try and answer most of the questions while Joe had to run home and get the sheet that said he had signed out of the barracks(which was a while ago, but oh well). I didn't know where he went to school for his MOS, but apparently I will be amusement for them later, by telling them "Well, I know he went to boot camp in SC." Also, if anyone knows Hugh Jackman's address, apparently Joe would really rather have his body Fed Exed to him in case anything happens to him overseas. I told him I'd see if he accepted dead bodies.

The adventure continues on Friday, with getting my military id. Apparently the short staffed, civilian run office is now taking appointments to get people in, and that was the first one we could secure for me. Fabulous.