ammogirl

You know when you want to call someone or respond back to an email or whatever and then you forget and then you forget some more and then so much time has passed it would just be a brand new conversation and you don’t have the energy for that and then all of a sudden you just suck?  I do that to my sisters all the time.  Just kidding.  Actually, I’m not, but what I’m referring to is THIS DAMN BLOG OMG.

I love having this, and do you know every day I want to write something but then I have hooomework or Facebook or studying or chatting with John.  At one point in the last month or so, I even deleted the bookmark from my toolbar AND changed my homepage to Google so I wouldn’t have to look at Nov 28th anymore because THE GUILT.

But THEN, one of the awesome girls from the OTS family FB group I’m a member of told me that she had read my blog (hi Laura!) so I was like, crap. I HAVE A BLOG.  Can we all just agree this year has been a wash for me?  And then move on?  And forget I suck?  Great.

What I’m not going to do is give you an update on what I’ve been doing over the past 3 weeks or so.  Maybe I’m a spy.  Did you ever think of that? Imagine I’ve been doing some super stealthy government work.  I did actually go TDY to Tucson.  And while I know in the song he went from PHOENIX Arizona all the way to Tacoma what played in my head the entire time (and since then) is…well, you can imagine.  Tucson – Tacoma.  I usually skip Philidelphia because I’m not a fan of the cold.  Anyway.

Tucson was interesting.  I don’t know that I’d ever want to be stationed there–SUPER easy to find your way around, and the mountains are beautiful (AND  it was 60+ degrees during the day…in December) but.  I don’t know, it just didn’t appeal to my sense of inner safety.  Although, there are two In-n-Outs, a fact I know for certain as I spent 50 miles and a couple of hours finding both of them my first night there.  Not because I’m a complete pig but because the first (closer) one was not open and this girl needed a double-double animal style.  God it was good.  Sighh.

Moving forward, it’s the holiday season and as an early present I want to pass on some of my current favorite websites.  It’s the “STFU” series–and just so you know ahead of time I’m a tree-hugger AND an atheist and if you are not perhaps you should stay away from the last two:

STFU Marrieds

STFU Parents

STFU Conservatives

STFU Believers

Just to clarify, your own personal choices are your own and I’m not condemning them by promoting those (bottom two) sites, I just think they are super funny in an I can’t believe other people’s views way.

Anyway it’s time for me to get ready for work.  So bye!

Tschuss!!

After spending the day yesterday in my room studying and doing papers (…really.  The ENTIRE day was spent in my room except for the 5 minutes it took to drive to the ATM to get cash for take-out), my body was seriously fuh-REAKING out.  I felt like I had ants in my spine, to the point of not wanting to even lay down to sleep last night at midnight.  I had a serious case of the jimmy legs and had to keep jumping up and moving around and good lord I am just like my father.  Hi dad.

Anyway, today I was supposed to do more papers-slash-studying but I couldn’t take it.  Instead I tidied my entire house, did laundry (including sheets), grocery shopped, and made pulled pork and two batches of no-bakes for Tay’s friends who are over here more often than not on the weekends.  Which is totally great AWESOME, who knew having a house full of teenagers would be so…(I really want to put “fulfilling” or “satisfying” here but that just does not sound right) happy.  It makes me content to cook for them and have them run around and grab sodas and it’s really cool to listen to them having fun.

Another thing I did today was take Taylor to and pick her up from her job, did I mention she was working now, and holy CRAP that girl made $80 bagging groceries today.  For six hours of work.  Anddd…they only get paid in tips.  So lets do the math:  80/6 = 13.33 an hour.   Which equals I wish I had a job at the commissary.  Right?

I hope everyone had a really fab T-day.  I know I did!

Tschuss!!

So today is garbage day in ammogirl land.  Every Tuesday, we either put out paper, bio, or garbage and the hodge-podge of recycle stuff that all gets thrown together–plastic, cans, coated paper etc.  It’s a complex system, actually, and one which is completely based upon the first bin you see when you drive into town on Monday nights.  If the Germans have their blue bins out, it’s paper.  Brown, bio; black is garbage and the recycle goes in these yellow bags.  Sometimes there will be a mistake, like, bio days are only once a month but not everyone has bio, so then you just sort of guess. This leads to whole neighborhoods dragging out their bins only to drag them back in Tuesday evening, still full.

Today was garbage/recycle day.  I was excited because before John left we went through the attic and generated a lot of recycle stuff that I’ve been slowly getting rid of–I feel like I’m a giant Earth killer if I put out too much recycling at once, I KNOW THAT IS WEIRD.  So I dutifully placed my garbage bin out, stacked the recycle bags to one side, and went about my day.

At lunchtime, I had to run Taylor home.  As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed garbage bags in front of the bin, but didn’t think anything of it.  Until I realized that it was a bag, not bagS, and it only looked like it was plural as it had ripped, apparently mid-dump-trucking, liberally covering the bin and the ground in front of it with the bag’s contents.

What’s that?  You want to know what was in the bag?

Cat-freaking-litter.

Yep.

The top of my garbage bin, its handles, the ground, EVERYWHERE I COULD SEE was covered in litter-dusted cat pee and poop.  It was AWESOME. Even more awesome was the RAIN, which was melting the litter into rivulets of GLUEY POOP.

Well.  THIS is not what I was hoping to do on my lunch break, but regardless I found myself washing off my bin and scooping litter OFF THE STREET, after which I noticed I had stepped in CAT POOP.  Gross.  I wiped my boot over and over through the grass and puddles and gravel but: GLUEY POOP, you might imagine, has staying power.  Fortunately, there was a broken mirror right by the door, so I grabbed a shard and using it eventually got my boot poop-free.  And then the poopy mirror shard, which I had meant to throw into the garbage bin, instead bounced off the lid and landed on the ground, where it shattered into about 27 SMALLER shards, none of which I could determine as the part I was using to clean out poop, leading me to assume they were ALL contaminated but I STILL HAD TO PICK THEM UP.

Okay, fine, move on.  NOTHING ELSE could make this day worse, right?  So I went back to work, finished my day, came home, and Taylor and I headed back to base to buy a shirt for her job HAVE I MENTIONED TAYLOR HAS A JOB and do some very light grocery shopping.  While at the mall, we ran into our friends the Grimms, who we stopped and talked with for a bit, and then we shopped around the BX, and then we shopped around the commissary (where the cashier really sucked and within the course of three minutes broke one of my eggs AND knocked a container of cranberries off the conveyor, resulting in MASS CRANBERRY FALLOUT), and then we came home and THEN, and only then, did I notice that my zipper had been down the entire time.

Tschuss!!