Friday, October 21, 2011

I miss you! WA is wonderful, and even though the clouds are usually gray, it is beautiful. We have had some really clear days here as of late, so it has been breathtaking. You will love it here!
I got a new job as a teaching assistant, and I love it. The children are fun, albeit active. They were fascinated with my jewelry yesterday, the girls telling me my rings looked like flowers, and the boys curious on how my bracelets slide on and off. These young minds are very entertaining!
Mary Todd is having issues with me being away during the day (even though it is just for a few hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays). Barry informed me she was quite the grouch yesterday while I was out (he popped in for lunch and to visit MT), and she has been extra cuddly with me when I am sitting on the couch. I actually am enjoying all of this love and attention from her!
Please come visit soon... I miss you! Tell me all about your life, law school, work, everything! I miss you lots, and I love you!

Love Always,

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

better late than never

My Dearest,

Let me start by apologizing for my lack of blogging as of late. I don't really have a compelling reason, so how about we just let this one slide?

I'm currently typing away whilst listening to Colin Meloy serenade me, the washer wash things and the air conditioner cool things down. It's probably the last hurrah for old air conditioner for awhile, as autumn is wrapping itself around us more and more every day. Did you know I canceled (cancelled?) my cable television? Well I did. I think I'm getting more "granola" every day. I dig it though. Now I listen to NPR on my radio most of the time. I like how it hisses softly in the background, because I can never get the needle in exactly the right place.

I cannot believe it's almost time for you to move. It hurts me for some reason, even though you are already far from me. I am also very excited for you, and just a teensy bit jealous. I think the Pacific Northwest is the coolest (this is purely speculation - I've never been there). I will be coming to visit you as soon as the bar exam is over. Be figuring out the coolest places to go. I want to see a badass show while I'm there. Preferably someone folksy and awesome. Think you can arrange that? :)

Regarding your desk: I honestly and truly think you should repurpose furniture for a living. It's your thing, girlfriend. My desk is one of my most prized possessions. You should forget about seeking an employer for reals.

Let's text a lot tomorrow, okay?

I love you,

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Mary Todd, a desk, and Washington state

Mary Todd is being quite precious right now. She had to get groomed today, and she looks adorable! Of course, the first thing she did once we got home was roll around in the wet grass (ugh, sick). After she wiggled and writhed and ate a tasty treat of Animal Crackers, she is now curled up on my lap and dozing -- pitiful. She is spoiled rotten, I tell you!

This is one of my favorite pieces I have done so far (other than the desk that you now possess)! (Please disregard how messy the floor is. I keep all of my craft and sewing stuff in the guest room, so it just kind of spills out everywhere!) I didn't take a picture before I primed, painted, sanded, and stained, but just imagine this as an unfortunate pine desk, and you will have it! I had been wanting to do a two-tone piece, and this was so not the way I had envisioned it turning out ... but I love it so. I had wanted to do a bajillion other things with this desk (like painting it navy and having a light drawer, or maybe painting it gray, and then distressing it but not too much, etc.), but as I was working on it, the plan evolved until I finally stumbled on the "This is it! This is what it is meant to be!" moment. I was debating selling it, but Barry said he loves it (and quite honestly, I do love the way it looks in the guest room. Like we are all studious and stuff.), so I guess we'll be holding on to it for a little bit longer!

So we are planning our trek to Washington state, and let me tell you, it will be quite the haul. Our shortest day we will drive approximately five hours (not including any stops), and our longest day we will drive approximately 10.5 hours (again, not including breaks). *insane* We are hoping that Mary Todd will discover that she loves road trips, that the bladders of the females in the vehicle will magically be able to withstand limited bathroom breaks, and that the Captain doesn't go crazy by my roadtrip singing. (I get really into hymns and can belt out some country, FYI. And I usually have some type of pretend microphone, you know, to be legit about my singing career.)

Proms, it is so your turn to write me a bloggy note! I know you have tons of goodies to share since you work, go to law school, have a bf, and are already picking out your Christmas presents off of, so please, do tell!

Love you, bestie.


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Where have we been? Ahh, Current Events

For starters, apologies on letting months (and months) slip by without so much as a "G'day, good sir and madam." I don't really have a whole lot going on in my day to day life that should impede the upkeep of this blog, so I will try to do better (much much better!).

First of all, I need to bring something up that was MONUMENTAL in my life. Something that happened last night. Piers Morgan brought Nancy Grace to near tears. Nancy Grace! As anyone who is anyone knows, she is tough as nails and is ballsier than a Bruce Willis/Vin Diesel ninja gang member. She has nerves of steel that course through her body and even to her hair, which explains why it never moves. She is hardcore. And yet little Piers, with his nice tenor voice and his delicate British accent (sidenote: I only just learned that he is, in fact, NOT gay. Surprised.), brought this stone-wall-of-a-woman down by prodding into her past. Apparently her fiance (years and years ago, when she was in college) was murdered at his construction site by a fired employee. Her fiance was not the boss, but just happened to wander up at the wrong time. He had been getting drinks (soft drinks, not hard drinks ... by the way, I only just realized how cool it is that we have "soft" and "hard" drinks, one referring to innocent bubblies and the other to dangerous grown-up beverages. But I digress.) for the crew, and when he pulled back up in his truck, the fired employee (who had been waiting for the boss) decided to open up and shoot. Poor Nancy was trying really hard to stay composed while she was telling this horrid story, and even though I am leery of people who know how to manipulate emotions, it got me. I feel so awful for her! She said it took her 30 years before she could even think about marriage, before she could utter the word without shaking. Bless her soul.

Well, now that ol' Nancy Grace's almost-waterworks has been taken care of, let's move on to Teen Mom. Catelynn is darling (but her mom is awful. Can I adopt Catelynn??), Farrah is a little misguided when it comes to "getting boobs to make money," because you first have to HAVE money to get boobs, and if you are not making ends meet to begin with, should you really be getting a loan for a boob job? Your argument that you are doing it to make money (by way of landing more modeling jobs) is a little hole-y, my love. But kudos to you for getting a great rack (and having a super precious baby). Maci, I still love you. Mainly because you are in TN, which is my home, and you go to school in my hometown. Amber is crazy. Not in the "oooh, girl, you crazy" kind of way, but in the "I honestly think you need to be in an institution" kind of way. And choosing between Gary and the loser who says he loves you isn't really a win-win. Gary is better, hands down, but please, let's not act like it's rocket science to choose your baby daddy over some guy you randomly met who is telling you he wants to marry you and have a family. That is super creepy, and you have an adorable daughter who needs you to be the adult. Step up, be one.

Proms, you'll have to do a full Casey Anthony review. I watched some of it, but it just made me sick. And somehow I knew that she would get a Not Guilty verdict; though I was not in the jury, and though I am sure that the media played a big part in me wanting her to be guilty, I have to admit, I was disappointed, dismayed, and brokenhearted when I found out. Had I been on the jury, had I heard all of the arguments and seen all of the evidence, I don't know if I could have delivered a Guilty verdict with no (none, zip, nada) reasonable doubt, but I sure would have tried. (And watching Nancy Grace for 2.3 seconds last night talking about the Casey Anthony trial convinced me of her guilt. NG, you must have been one heck of a prosecutor.)

In more local news, I learned how to sew! Not expertly (or even straight), but I did it! Granted, my mother had been giving me a few lessons, but when Mom is here to do it for me, I don't pay very much attention. But I read my manual, learned how to thread the bobbin properly (after learning what the "H-E-double hockey sticks" a bobbin is), learned to thread all the other things that have to be threaded, remembered to put the foot down when sewing, and then I sewed a super wonky pillow. But I am so proud, so I must brag on myself. Hooray!

Miss you mucho-choco-latto, best friend. (Yeah, figure that one out; I guarantee BabbleFish won't help you!) Love you, and can't wait for your take on current events!


Monday, April 25, 2011

random thoughts

I miss you so very much, friend. Friday night and Saturday morning were so fun, and the whole rest of the weekend was no fun at all. Well, Mama came to visit Sunday for lunch, so that was pretty fun, but Estate Planning is the worst. When it comes time for you and the CPT to plan for your children's and grandchildren's futures, do not, I repeat, do NOT call me!

I am completely in love with MT, and our picture with me holding her is now my desktop background. She is such a sweet angel, and I still regret saying that the english mastiff was the sweetest dog I'd ever seen.

Can I come visit you when my classes are over? I am extremely troubled that you might move even further from me pretty soon, and I want to squeeze in as much time as I can!

Have I sent you the YouTube video for the new Hanson song? Well if I haven't, you should look it up. They are still precious. The name of the song is Give a Little.

My tummy has been upset all day. :/

I love you.

Monday, April 18, 2011

omg, you come visit this weekend!

My dearest Abby,

I am so excited that you are coming to visit this weekend, I can hardly put it into words. I have been struggling to have fun in my life lately, which I know is silly because, objectively, I have a great life. It's just that almost everything I do seems like something I don't want to do, and when I finish that thing, all that awaits me is something else I don't particularly want to do, until it's finally time to go to sleep, which I always want to do!

I long for the days when you and I lived together in a tiny room in Elam, and we had a multitude of friends only steps away at all times. Now I can't even remember some of those people's names, and that makes me very sad. If I could have an afternoon to sit with you, Carol, Zack, Will, Corey et al. in the sunshine outside the Student Center, I would be ecstatic. Instead, I spend my days in a stuffy office building with stuffy people (I cannot in good faith be discontented with this, because at least I have a job working with a few nice people, and I'm socially obligated to be thankful for that). School is almost over for the year, thank goodness, but there is the usual mountain of finals and papers due before I can get a taste of freedom.

I feel that my college education, while exemplary, is definitely lacking in a few key areas, namely:

1. How to dress for a semi-corporate professional atmosphere. I am utterly clueless Abbs. It's been over a year now, and I still feel like I can't strike a good balance between the sexretary look and being frumptastic.
2. How to manage time effectively. Weren't we supposed to learn that during pledging? Well, I've forgotten it if I ever learned it at all. I find myself rushing around from place to place, often wearing something completely inappropriate for the occasion and usually with dirty hair.
3. How to handle finances. Budgeting? What's that? Should I have learned to do that? Yes, yes I should have. Yikes.
4. How to handle loneliness. None of my college professors told me how much emotional strain I would be under as an adult. They never divulged that my easily accessible group of friends would soon get married/have children/move away from me. The nights I don't have school, my biggest challenge is finding someone who will eat supper with me. Usually it's the scientists at the Jeffersonian or members of the BAU.

Alas Roomie, I am very sorry this post is one big complaint, but I feel better. I cannot wait to see you! I am going to give you the biggest hug ever, and I don't care if it damages the surgically enhanced parts of my physique!

I love you!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Eau de Army

CPT: Can I show you the map board I've had to do for class?
Me: Sure. What's that smell? Why does it smell like sweat? Is that you?
CPT: No. It's the tape.
Me: Why does the tape smell like sweat?
CPT: I don't know. It's just Army tape. It's how it smells.
Me: Why? Does everything in the Army smell like sweat? Why does everything smell like that?
CPT: Abby, I DON'T KNOW. Just please look at this.
Me: But it smells bad. Are you sure it's not you?
CPT: NO! I just showered with Head & Shoulders [possibly some of the best smelling shampoo EVER. Not even kidding.], and these clothes are clean! Maybe it's your FEET!
Me: [face crumples] You KNOW I'm sensitive about my feet!!
CPT: I know. I'm sorry. Will you please look at this now? Please?
**explanation of battlefield or something and a weapons cache or something and enemies or something ... or something**
Me: Seriously. It smells bad. Why does the tape smell so bad?
CPT: [sighs in defeat]

Thursday, April 7, 2011

more blogs to check out!

I thoroughly enjoyed reading about the precious little Mary Todd and your blog reading routine! I, too, have fallen in love with reading blogs, especially ones written by people who are far more interesting than myself. Here are a few of my favorites: I learned about this guy in The Tennessean one day (I know, I'm old. Only old, uninteresting people read The Tennesean on a regular basis). He is a young-ish guy who was diagnosed with a super rare form of cancer that is pretty much always terminal. You may be saying to yourself, "Proms, why are you reading something so sad?" It's actually very inspiring and sweet, because his wife and pretty much his whole family have dropped their normal life agendas to go on this fantastic road trip with him. You know I'm a sucker for road trips! I really wish he and Shannon (his wife) could be couple friends with myself and Christian! Anyway, he blogs pretty much everyday about what's going on with the trip and his health. This guy (Leo) is awesome. His blog is super inspiring and makes me want to get healthy, get organized, and pretty much kick ass at life. He used to be an overweight smoker who worked all the time (kind of what I am afraid is going to happen to me eventually [minus the smoker part]), but over time he has completely revamped his life. Now he is super healthy, runs marathons, and works for himself. He also got rid of a ton of debt by changing his spending habits. He writes instructional posts about what he's done and how other people can do it, too. Okay, this is pure and uncensored hilarity (I'm not sure hilarity is a word, but I mean the noun form of hilarious). This girl, Allie, who appears to be roughly our age, writes crazy anecdotes (I think they are all/mostly true) about her life, and she draws pictures to go with them. She curses a lot, and looks at the world in a way that I think everyone should. I realize this is a terrible description, and you probably have no idea what to expect content-wise, but trust me and check it out. You will laugh to yourself until you are embarrassed for yourself (I've reached this point myself). Linus is a cat. He has a very smushed in face. His owner likes to take pictures of him (which are hilarious all on their own because he is so bizarre looking). She then uses some sort of artsy fartsy computer program to draw hats/clothes/costumes/other types of shenanigans onto him. There is another cat named Hugo that occasionally makes appearances, but Linus is the star of the show.

I'm sure there are others that I have failed to think of at this time, but this should get you started on the journey through what I find entertaining. Let me know what you think!



My daily computer life

I always love sharing new websites and blogs with you, and since I know you probably don't write them down when I am telling you about them, I am making it easy on you and sharing them here!! -- This website allows you to simply click a button and donate food to the hungry! Since the sponsors of the page pay for the food, it's free to click! There are links from that website to breast cancer site to "donate" mammograms for women in need, the animal rescue site to provide food and care for rescued animals, the veterans' site to provide food for homeless and hungry veterans (tear), the child health site to provide healthcare for children who need it, the literacy site for free books for children, and the rainforest site to protect wild habitat. -- A girl in her early-twenties from Brentwood who has moved to Uganda to do mission work, be a nurse to all who need her help, provide food for the Karamojong children, and has adopted 13 (I think!) girls. She's fascinating, amazing, thought-provoking, and incredible. She founded Amazima Ministries; the CPT and I sponsor a little girl via Amazima! -- Along the same vein as kissesfromkatie, this woman and her best friend started 147 Million Orphans. They are really close to Katie (from kissesfromkatie), and are also from Brentwood. (The ones we saw in Chili's that day and I got so excited, it was like seeing celebrities!) Between the two women, they have 13 children, seven of whom are adopted, and three of those adopted are special-needs children. They are also amazing and wonderful, and I love love love 147 Million Orphans! It allows families who are adopting to buy everything wholesale and then sell to help fund their own adoptions. And every purchase feeds a child; very incredible! -- The best friend of the joiningthejourney, the partner of 147 Million Orphans. Same as above. -- I just like to check out their gear and clothes. The shirts are so soft and lightweight, so they are perfect for this Georgia heat I am experiencing!! -- FABULOUS lady who rejuvenates furniture. She also is a freelance writer for, a magazine called Cottages & Bungalows, and sells her incredible re-done furniture in two stores. I kind of want to be her. -- Miss Mustard Seed's bloggy friend who is the antithesis of Miss Mustard Seed! I *really* relate more to Funky Junk because it's more my style of "let the flaws show, it gives it character." You will love her decorating, I believe. Especially her bedroom, where her bed is rumpled (she says it's never supposed to be made) and she has an old ladder as decor. Funky and fun. -- My sweet sister's blog on their domestic adoption and every day life. It's bittersweet because they're still "waiting," and so no news is no fun. But daily life is also humorous, so it makes me cry AND laugh!

So now that you know how boring I am and how I live vicariously through all these other fun people, do you still want to be best friends? =)

Warmest Regards,

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Mary Todd

Well, you touched on bringing Mary Todd to TN with us, and the answer is: "Yes! Of course!! I couldn't leave this now-6.6-pound miniature schnauzer at home!" ... I am waaaay too whipped over this puppy.

Today I took her to the vet to see about her double ear infection she had, and the vet was so impressed with how healthy she is that I almost got a "good-Mommy" bag -- but they were out. MT is into EVERYTHING. Even as I was typing this, I had to take a break to stop her from eating the paper towels from her peeing accident this morning. As I picked her up to get her away from it, she dropped the paper towel that was in her mouth -- right down in my shirt. Sick. I mean, it was the paper towels over the CLEANING solution, not her urine, but still. Eww.

The vet did say that when puppies are teething, they tend to regress with their potty training, hence all the accidents she's had of late. Awesome.

The CPT and I are doing well. We're going to a cookout this weekend, so that should be fun, and hopefully I will meet some wives! I have yet to make any more friends since my friend Emily came into the picture -- did I tell you about her? We met at church, she's in her 60s, and we like to do lunch. =) But other than Emily and a couple we knew from Fort Campbell, I only hang out with Mary Todd. So yeah, I'd like to make some friends.

And although I did make friends with the girls who hang out outside our apartment (yes, the same girls who "broke" into my car. Apparently it was a misunderstanding; some boys told them it was THEIR car, and so they hopped in it. Ugh, boys.), one of the moms came out the other day and fussed at me for giving her girls cookies, telling me to not do that anymore and that SHE was the momma. Yes, I realize that she is the mom, I made sure to tell the girls to ask if they could have them before I gave the cookies (that my own momma baked!) to them, but their mom wasn't home. I jumped the gun, went on and gave them to the girls, and said, "Make sure to ask your mom before you eat them! I don't want to get in trouble!" (Of course I had previously asked if they had allergies. I'm semi-responsible.) But since the girls are 13 and 9, no permission was asked. Plus, their mother is either working nights at the hospital or over with her boyfriend, so she's rarely home. Or when she is home, she's getting into domestic disputes with the 9-year-old's dad and then the 9-year-old runs over to our place and stays until the police come to get her statement and then return her to the mom. I never meant to befriend the kids at the expense of the parents, but needless to say, I think I am a tad unliked in our apartment building now.

I wish you were here. And I wish I was THERE!! I wish I could have given you your birthday present ON your birthday/my wedding anniversary. You were sweet enough to send a card; I send a text. You win. =)

I cannot wait to see you in a couple of weeks! You will love Mary Todd. She's such a fur ball and sometimes she thinks she's a really really ferocious dog (i.e., when she barks at dogs literally 13 times her size!!). You will get so tickled at her!

I can't remember the point of this post, even though I previously labeled it "Mary Todd." I guess that's who I was supposed to talk about, and now that I feel like you've been sufficiently filled in on her teeny life (and the drama that is my apartment-living life -- and the lameness/loneliness that is my Army-wife life), I will bid you adieu with a favorite canned recipe of mine that I made up 20 minutes ago:

1 can Rotel
1 can whole kernel corn
1 can pinto beans (I wanted black beans, but had none on hand!)
Dash of oregano

Heat tortillas in microwave, mix everything else on stove. (Salsa would also be yummy tossed in! Alas, I had none.) Spoon mixture into bowl (it's soupy!!), tear up tortillas and toss them in, doctor it up as you like (sour cream, cheese, etc.), and enjoy!! =) Love you.

Warmest Regards to my 25-year-old friend,

Monday, March 28, 2011

long overdue

My dearest Abbs Ross, So far 25 is treating me fairly well, and I can't wait to welcome you in June. My birthday weekend was super fun but not very relaxing. :( CKB was kind enough to let me drag him all over 3 towns to see all my friends and family. I know he got tired of watching me open presents! We had lunch at the Coop with Zack, Betsy, Corey, his girlfriend Erin, and Monroe on Saturday, followed by dinner at the Capitol Grille (my favorite restaurant on Earth!). Sunday we had lunch at Chuy's with CKB's family, then on to Mule Town to have dinner with my family. Whew! Next weekend I am getting a massage and probably not leaving CKB's couch all weekend! I can't wait for you to come visit so I can drive you around in my car! I thought I would miss the Green Machine terribly, but it's amazing how having a car that works all the time makes one less sentimental about the old one. Please bring MT when you come. I can't imagine y'all leaving that sweet baby home alone anyway, but I want to make sure I get to see her. I'm not taking summer classes this year, which I am very excited about. I am mega-burned-out when it comes to school, and I'm still getting used to the corporate-office-type world. I need some time to wear hoodies and sweatpants and watch MTV/VH1/E!/any channel showing reruns of Criminal Minds with minimal brain use. What's going on in your world? Is the CPT enjoying his class? How are you liking the Army life? I love you and miss you so much! Your roomie, Proms

Sunday, February 27, 2011

the green machine's demise (as imagined by me)


I laughed until I peed a little when I read your last post. I can easily picture the CPT, hands on hips and being all fatherly toward those tiny thieves!

On a slightly less funny (but still funny) note, we spoke earlier about my poor, decrepit Saturn and how its days are numbered. I can't say that I am sad about it right now. I kind of want to watch it drive itself off the edge of the Grand Canyon/have it explode magnificently, preferably with Bruce Willis walking away from it in slow motion with all of his muscles rippling and covered in sweat.



Ahhh, neighborhood children ...

So around 9:30 last night, we got a loud knock on our door. The CPT answered it to find 5 little girls (ranging from approximately 7 to 13 years old) standing there and a man saying, "Tell them what you did. Tell them what you did!" Apparently some of the girls got into my car (we learned that my car beeper doesn't lock the driver's side door) and took my CDs. Our neighbor, a dad to two of the girls, made them go around to each apartment asking if they own a yellow car, and then apologize and give the CDs back. I wasn't out there, but the CPT said that his response was, "Well, let's not have this happen again." Had I been out there, I would have asked their names, their momma's name, her phone number, and where they live, and then I would have lectured them on the right and wrong things to do when you happen to find someone's car unlocked. Alas, I was wearing my PJs inside.
PJs = Me Not Intimidating.

Warmest Regards,

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


Mrs. Ammons,

A. I really enjoyed your nostalgic post. We really have been through a lot together. I am sad that the next steps of our journeys will separate us indefinitely, but you will always be my roomie, and I will always think of you when I eat very crunchy cereal and/or watch Criminal Minds (and especially when I do both at the same time!).

B. I really enjoyed our night last night, in spite of (or maybe because of) the portions of conversation that weren't necessarily pleasant. It's not often I share my weaknesses and failures with someone, and traditionally when I do I almost always regret it afterwards, but I'm so glad we talked, really talked, before your departure. It's hard to find those friends you can pour your heart out to whilst devouring a mound of fried ice cream (I'm secretly glad you didn't like it, as that allowed me to eat it all!).

C. It made my life that you think my apartment is like a big hug. My goal is to make it snuggly and cozy, that way whatever happens out there in the big grown up world (which sucks! hee hee) doesn't really pack as much punch once I get home to my own little nest.

D. Please tell The Captain that I feel bad he had to hang out by himself at Starbucks while we had girl time, but it really was necessary. He is a true gentleman to allow me to steal you away for an evening.

E. I didn't mean for this to be mushy, but who am I kidding, I am a mush at heart despite my reputation of being emotionally dead inside :)


Monday, February 7, 2011

Growing pains of growing up

I think it's terrible that you may or may not have killed an innocent chipmunk with the Green Machine, but let's err on the side of optimism and say you missed the poor fellow. I remember well the autumn day I ran over an unfortunate chipmunk as he attempted to race my car across the road; I, sadly, won that day, and I cried on my way to work. A dark day, indeed.

I have been in blackout mode since taking up residence at the cabin -- no Internet, no cell phone reception, and, even though we do get great cable, usually we (i.e., the CPT) watch CNN or the History Channel. Did you know that the Egyptians moved entire cities when the Nile branches changed? Apparently the Nile has many "branches" that have come to fruition and also dried up. And in the past when they would dry up, the Egyptians would just move everything to a new branch. Ridiculous. Anyway, back to the point, I haven't been keeping up with Teen Mom or Jersey Shore. I expect full reports at our next Mazatlan date!

Life lately has been a whirlwind. The CPT came home from Afghanistan, we celebrated Christmas in the Deep South, came back to Tennessee to celebrate New Year's, moved most of our stuff out of the apartment into a storage unit an hour away (keeping only what was absolutely, have-to-have needed), got everything squared away at the 101st, hauled mattresses in the truck bed (after realizing they didn't fit in Mom's suburban ... after I promised the CPT they would ... oops) in the rain/ice, slipped on ice while unloading the hutch, internally uttered swear words, and then slung our bags filled with some clothes and our few keep-close-to-the-heart possessions on our shoulders to trek to the cabin my grandparents are so generously letting us live in until a house opens up at our next post.

That all being said, it is probably easily understood how you and I (and also the CPT, once home from the deployment!) could be roomies and never see each other -- especially with you working and in law school! The past couple of months don't really count as having spent "quality time" together, and I have greatly missed having my best girl friend to giggle with over silly girl things! I love that no matter how old we are (only in our early twenties, I know, but still), we are still girly girls who giggle!

It's weird to think of ourselves as being the grown-ups. I got "ma'am-ed" the other day by a teenager -- odd, for sure. I always wanted to be older than I was. Of course, this was before I was as old as I am now, because being a grown-up is sometimes no fun. You work and go to school all the time, I am moving away from my family (which includes you), I failed my car emissions test, etc. But there are times I remember why I wanted to be "big" in the first place. I got to have a place of my own with my best friend in the whole world (which has stood the test of time, London, a wedding, a staph infection, etc.), and how many 4th graders truly know who their bff is?! I am married to the CPT, a greater man/cuter hunk/funnier guy than I could have ever imagined. I am in the process of beginning my life as an Army wife, which is kinda cool. You have a good job that taps you into the profession you are pursuing (and you get Mountain Dews from nice homeless gentlemen on the street). You are going to a really great law school in a fun city. You've singlehandedly thwarted a robber, you inspired/fanned the flames of my love for art, and you understand the importance of tea time.

Being a grown-up definitely has its ups and downs, but I like to think, for the most part, you and I are blessed enough to have mostly "ups." Let's think about it: One time we had four dollars in change for the vending machines (and "we feasted like kings!!"). One time we made it (without passing out) to the top of the hill in Scotland with all of our luggage. One time we walked through the slums of London with all of our luggage, sidestepped the men on the street, and finally reached our home of our American friend. One time the correct British cab (with the cabbie calling out our names) pulled up right behind the dark, unmarked van we were about to get in at 4:30 a.m. to get to the airport (Terminal 1,2, and 3?) to come home. One time our apartment flooded ... wait, two times. Wait, three times. And wait, that's a downer -- hmm, moving on ...

The CPT is ushering me off the computer so we can do our errands, so I must end this nostalgic post for now.

Warmest Regards,


Friday, February 4, 2011

I don't know what this says about me.

I just watched the episode of Jersey Shore where Sammy and Jenni make up, and it made me really happy. Yes, I'm a future lawyer and emotionally invested in the goings-on of the shore house.

Monday, January 31, 2011

well hello blog, it's very nice to make your acquaintance

My dearest roomie,
This is my first blog post! I miss you immensely already, and I think we should get together super-soon. In other news, I think I ran over a chipmunk yesterday on accident (meaning of course that I only think I ran over him/her, not that I only think it was an accident) Very sad indeed.