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Holiday Formal 2012

I love reasons to dress up and look like a princess!  Yesterday I went to our Battalion's Holiday Formal and  had a really handsome date.

Me and my handsome date!

We decided to take our pictures in front of the Christmas tree,
instead of paying for professional ones :)

It was fun getting ready for the ball because I have AMAZING friends who were willing to do my hair and my makeup.  I think there were five of us ladies who all got together at Janye's house to get all prettied up.  We couldn't have done it without the expertise of Audra with hair and Lizzie with makeup.  They were seriously amazing!  Here are pictures of my up-do for all you ladies out there :-).

I had to get to the Westmark Hotel at 5 o'clock so that Marshall could rehearse for color guard.  Social/cocktail hour began at 1830, and then Marshall led the color guard as they presented the Colors at 1930.  I was happy that Sarah was sitting in the front of the room, so she got a great picture of him during the presentation.  He even got to carry a sword.  Cool. 



Dinner was at 2030, and I was very happy when it came! I ate roasted chicken and rice pilaf, and he had roast beef and mashed potatoes.  The formal portion of the evening ended at 2215.  We chose not to stay for the dancing because we were tired and just wanted to relax at home. 

I am grateful he is in a battalion that has so many people I know from church, so I feel really comfortable going to its functions.  I love meeting wonderful wives at these events, and getting to know the soldiers my husband works with a little bit better!

Janye, me, and Sarah after the event
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  1. Mike and Marisa ComptonDecember 9, 2012 at 1:09 PM

    What a fun opertunity! You don't get to dress up as much when you're an adult. And how fun to get to know more army wives. I'm glad you have people to take care of you there! Love ya!

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  2. UnknownDecember 9, 2012 at 2:01 PM

    Very Nice!

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