The Army and Me... and Ryan

Let me preface this with a small clarification to a previous blog. I am, in addition to being Polish and an Aggie, Cajun. This means that I love food, most any kind, and have a huge and insane family.

Also I'd like to leave a bit of a disclaimer. I support the US military and believe that even if we don't believe in the mission, we should believe in our soldiers. They do what so many make excuses to avoid. They keep our world safe for us and our progeny, often losing life and limb in the process.

Anyway, I am new to most of what the Army has to offer. I am not a soldier, I date a newly contracted Reservist. My Reservist recently volunteered to go to Basic Training. He was not required to go, but chose to.

To say the least, I was unhappy when I found out. It's hard enough making it through the Summer when he's thousands of miles away, but, while he's at Basic, I get letters and a two minute phone call every other week.

I've been thinking, though, and the more I think about it, the more "ok" I am with it all. Don't get me wrong, I'm not totally thrilled that my relationship with Ryan will involve his olive drab mistress for a while. I am, however, incredibly proud of him. He's been doing amazing things at Basic, and is really doing well. He really excels at all of this "hooah" Army stuff, and it makes him happy. He's taking hold of his future, and if anything, this distance and this lack of direct contact, has made our bond stronger.

If we can weather this nine weeks of unpleasantness, we can make it through just about anything... even a contract with the Reserves

tune in tomorrow for whatever it is I feel like writing.

My name is Ashley, and my mother is a blogging idiot...

My mother is a blogging idiot.

She is apparently, now "cool and with it" (this is a direct quote). Mind you, I've always thought she was cool, but watch out world, Wubycomebackandseeus has a blog and can now post her thoughts on the world wide web. I've been reading her most recent posts and they are, to say the least, entertaining, much like she is.

Anyway, onto the meat of today's story. So I was driving, minding my own business... being a good girl, when I get a phone call that went thus:

"How do you spell Baconator?"

short pause while I process this odd question.

"You mean like Terminator, but with bacon on the front?"

"Yes," she answers

"I imagine that would be bacon with a-t-o-r on the end."

"Okay, that's all"

This kind of question isn't really all that odd between the two of us, so I just laughed and kept on driving... minding my own business.

A few minutes later, I get another phone call.

"How do you spell propeller?"

I proceeded to tell her, and figured these questions could lead me to only one conclusion. My mother was blogging again. This is really a new realm for her, but she's been moving this way slowly but surely for a while now.

She got a myspace, and had friended everyone and their dog. She's been doing other tech type things too. Got her very own digital camera and most recently, a really nice mp3 player. If I'm not careful she'll surpass me in the tech department... Though, in all honesty, that's not hard. I generally have to ask my dad for help with any thing with buttons and circuits.

Oh well, it seems my blogging idiot mother and I will be dueling it out in the tech department until the end of time.

Tune in tomorrow (or next time I get to it) for: The Army and Me... and Ryan

One for the money....

I figured that my first blog should be a basic "about me", so be forewarned the faint of heart and those with no sense of humor should maybe find a different blog to peruse.

I am a Polish Aggie born and raised in Texas. Roll that around in your head. Being Polish gives me a last name that hardly anyone can pronounce, and being an Aggie gets me a plethora of bad jokes, and a seething hatred for the color burnt orange (even though one of my best friends goes to t.u.). Being Texan just makes me awesome ;^)

Not only am I an Aggie, I'm a whoopin', pullin' out, muggin' down, died in the wool Aggie. (class of '10 WHOOP!). I know most of that sounds kind of dirty in a "that's what she said" kind of way, but it's really just an Aggie thing, so don't get your politically correct undies in a twist.

I have a tendency to say what I think, and sometimes I take a quantum leap past honest straight into...well... another category all together. I don't mean to... really, I promise. I love my friends and I hope they love me enough to ignore me from time to time when I get twisted off.

I've never been one of "the cool kids", but I like to pretend :^). I've got some of the most amazing friends in the entire world, a family who loves me unconditionally, and an incredibly handsome boyfriend who does the same. All in all, I'd say, I'm a very VERY lucky girl.

I only get to live life once, so here's to living it spectacularly.