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.