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
Tortillas
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,
Abbs
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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)
Abbs,
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.
Yours,
Proms
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
bittersweet
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 :)
Yours,
Pro-Military
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 :)
Yours,
Pro-Military
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,
Abby
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,
Abby
Friday, February 4, 2011
I don't know what this says about me.
Abbs,
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.
~Proms
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