Love me.
making that face (2006)
Hi. I’m Amy. This is a blog about stupid things that I think. It’s awesome that you’re reading this. High Five!
If you’ve come here looking for a milspouse blog, don’t despair. I want to be friends anyway. Check out the links on the right hand side: there are about a dozen milspouses I know/read about/stalk who you should check out because they eat the crap the army dishes up, but proudly refuse to drink the army kool-aid. I was a milspouse for 3 solid years, and I feel your pain.
I am not judgmental, quiet, naturally skinny, or graceful (see: concussion getting into car while sober, breaking ankle getting out of bed sober, or falling through frozen Alaskan river). I believe in quality over quantity with two exceptions: shoes and … okay, one exception. I follow through on absolutely all drunk promises. I am definitely more afraid of you than you are of me.
fire exit (2005)
While I’m proud of my husband for his time as as Army man, there are no bumper stickers on my car saying so. I would have been just as proud if he were, like, a chemist or short order cook or that dude that drives the Zamboni at the hockey rink. And I am just as proud of him for going back to college, despite the STEEP DROP-OFF in our financial security.
Other than that, a good guy once told me he has a policy that he’ll do any thing for any reason, and I’m considering taking it on. So let’s be friends. Bitchin’!
ker-smooch! (2007)
Turn-ons:
Tattoos, Changing My Hair, Flouncy Dresses, NYC, Classical Music, Coffee, Puzzles, Expensive Beer, Cheap Wine, Cooking, Halloween, Vocabulary, Weightlifting (Olympic style), Strip Clubs, San Francisco, Hot Air Ballooning, Karaoke, Stilettos, Traveling, 7a.m. Drunk Conversations, Frisbee, Pub Nachos, Biking, Social Gatherings Where It’s Acceptable/ Encouraged to Dress Up/Drink During the Daytime, Karma, Dive Bars, Good Story-Tellers, Live Music, Cribbage, My Cat, The Simpsons… Books!
gear-core (2009)
Turn-Offs:
Umbrellas, Television, Running, Excuses, Children Between the Ages of 9 – 22, The Closed-Minded, the Conversationally Inept (Like when you go to a bar/party with all dudes except this one dude’s gf so you compliment her, like, ring or something “Hey I love that ring!” and all she says is “Thanks.” so then you ask her where she’s from, and all she says is “Toledo.” so you ask her how she met her bf, and she says “A Bank.” and it’s like talking to dry toast, even though she’s probably really nice and interesting), Sweatpants That Communicate (i.e. words on the ass), Laziness, Bad Story Tellers, Voicemail, the Patently Oblivious to Public Perception, the Singling-Out of Entire Genres of Music that “Suck”, Anything Deep-Fried, Crocs, Authority
Life Story in a Paragraph:
wet (2009)
I come originally from New York, about 30 miles East of New York City. When I was 20 I moved to Philadelphia with Tracey for no good reason, and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. While I was there, I worked in an abandoned penitentiary, and met some seriously kick-ass zombies. Then, in late 2006, I eloped with my best friend since I was 15, and he deployed to Iraq 6 days later, so I drove across the country searching for a one-eyed cat with my best, Jeff, and you should read his blog. After an arduous but rewarding journey, we found the cycat in San Francisco. Then, I moved to Alaska with nothing but a suitcase and a cat. After a year in Anchorage, they shipped us from the Tundra to the Bayou, and I realized my life made no sense, so I started this blog so that you could read about it. Now, we find ourselves in San Francisco, and lots of interesting things happen to us. [APPLAUSE]
wine-oh! (2009)
Useless Facts:
I’m a classical flautist (read: flute-ist; pronounced: flowt-ist), and I still play regularly. I lived above a funeral parlor for 3 years, and it was NOTHING like My Girl. I’ve ridden in a hot air balloon. I once hung a giant sign over the Long Island Expressway. In high school, my best friend had his pilot’s license, so I was once in a Cessna that almost crashed when the engine failed. I used to be fat. I never had a wedding because I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I met my husband at McDonald’s. I read more than I sleep – easily two books a week. I work at an independent book store on Haight Street. Come stalk me say hi.
Go ahead:
Email me. Twitter me. Love me.
I’m sad that you left out the whole post 12 to pre-20 yrs old ages. Actually i think my sadness is anchored in the selfish fact that I’m not mentioned here. I demand recompense.
okay there was one time when i was little and i used to walk to Trude’s house every day when we sat on opposite sides of the street throwing acorns at each other for LITERALLY hours because we had no life/friends.
Then, at senior prom, we danced together all night.
Now, we call each other every once in awhile and laugh a whole lot and usually drink a whole lot when i visit home. I love Chris. There, I said it.
Careful with that policy for it can get you into woooooooooooh! I wish you and Jeff were around to get me to do stuff. I haven’t done anything for any reason since I got kidnapped in midtown, ate peanut butter and melted fruit snacks and saw a squirrel hold an acorn in it’s mouth that was bigger in his head.
But seriously, keep up with the blog. I read it almost every day as it is awesome.
yo. the three of us seriously need to do stuff for reasons when we come home in december.
You need to tell everyone about the jello party
Oh and when my best friends Brian and Paul turned 18 I threw them a Jell-O party in my backyard that involved a kiddie pool full of jell-o and a slip and slide and it was pretty much the best thing ever. Then we set it on fire.
You forgot to mention that you’re my honey butt
Hi, I’m Degan (Megan with a D) Clarke Leggitt. I was sent a email from Grampa Major Roy Leggitt(Ret.) about my Uncle’s Son, Sergeant Alan Clarke Leggitt II, about how he would be competing in the Army Best Ranger Competition and thought that with only two years in the Army, he’s already a E-5!!! And I though 3 years of JROTC was impressive when I heard that you are promoted to E-3 after BCT. Well I was want to say good luck on the competition and I’m very proud to call him my cousin!
family love,
Cadet Leggitt, Degan
“future Green Beret”
I just stumbled on to your blog. i love it! i feel for you 100% on Louisiana, i as well am “suck” here. its good to know there are others suck here as well that feel the same. jen
nice to meet you! and thanks =)
i just found your blog today, and i love it already.
i’m blushing. thanks!
Hey, I found your blog whilst googling aimlessly hoping to find another chick with whom to lift weights. I’m definitely a beginner, but I promise the word “bulky” will not cross my lips ever.
Looks like you’re getting ready to PCS, though.
Anyway, if you want to get together at the gym or just grab a drink sometime, let me know.
Cheers,
–Ria
Hiya! yeah, we PCS July 4th. BUT, I’d love to get together some time. Email me alternativearmywife [at] gmail [dot] com
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day <— That was how I felt when I found your blog. Have a great move to the west side, we will be there in a year (WA state, still Army, still sad about that).
I think your blog is pretty incredible…it reads like funny book — which I think you should publish. I live in Dallas, 30, flirty, wear flowers in my hair most days, and like to rock out to any Led Zeppelin cover band.
My boyfriend just joined the Army a few weeks ago and I was definitely looking for a breath of fresh air regarding this kind of transition. Congrats on your new move and all the new experiences…toodles!
Mandee
You are the sweetest! Definitely check out the zillions of Army Wife blogs over there. Those gals rock!
Hey, I just stumbled upon your blog and I really enjoy it. I’m in a serious relationship with someone in the army, who just deployed, and I’m pretty anti-marriage. It’s nice to see someone who went through it and it worked out well. Good luck with everything!
Just read your blog for the first time today, and although I follow you on Twitter and we have mutual Twit-friends… I had no idea how AWESOME you are! Really enjoyed reading the blog and will continue to do so
well shucks! I’d say I’d real your blog, Betty, but I’m internet challenged right now. I’ll be sure to check in when I can! Thanks for the love!
I love your blogs. The pics are super cool (not to mention youre a total hottie)and probably the best part is your love for your husband. It shines through in all your work and I find it remarkable that there are women like you. Your husband is a lucky man. As a soldier, and man, I can only hope to find a woman so passionate as yourself, and so willing to love her man. Thanks for the insperation.
That was so sweet I damn near got teary. Thanks for the lovely compliments, and thanks for your service.
Hi Amy! I just stumbled upon your blog while googling ‘army wife’ to try to figure out just how stupid I would be if I were to decide to actually commit and marry my soldier boyfriend. I’ve spent hours today reading your archived blogs from your army days and I’m loving it. You don’t sugar coat the truth or take up for the army when they royally fuck over a soldier like I’ve seen a lot of other sites do. I’m totally loving your brutal honesty wrapped in a witty, comical writing style. It’s really very entertaining. Somebody else commented that it reads like a funny book and I agree. Thanks so much for taking the time to write out your thoughts! When I read your comparison of the army to just any other job, something clicked in my head. Everthing else I’ve read makes the army out to be a completely different way of life… which in a way I suppose it is, but just your making that simple comparison makes the army suddenly seem much less daunting, less foreign… less scary. So thanks!
Oh, and PS, you must kiss Fry for me. Cutest dog ever.
Well, I guess I lived a year as an Army wife just sort of doing my thing like always, and it really did put it into perspective. I wasn’t immediately thrust into the hubbub – I was just me. And you should be, too. The Army WILL fuck you over, it’s just what they do, and you can either hate them and be angry, OR you can realize it’s life and make fun of them on the internet. I personally don’t like to cry any more than I absolutely have to, so there ya go!
I’m grateful to have you as a reader, dearie, and good luck with your soldier man! If I’ve learned anything it’s that the relationships you form with other soldiers and spouses are unlike any others you’ll ever have. Thanks for all your amazingly kind words!
Also, consider Fry kissed!
Dude, I was just about to tell you how cute and funny and awesome you are, but friggen Amy beat me to it;) I too married an Army guy and HATE the Army. Well its a love/hate. Today its hate. I just wanted to say congrats on writing a really honest, true account of this very weird thing thats not all “hooah” and not all heartbreak. Enjoy San Fran!
you are too sweet! I LOVE the whole “not all hooah, not all heartbreak”. I want to co-opt that. Enjoy the adventure! You miss it once it’s over. Especially the reunions. WINK.
(it’s not magic – I have the other blog set to transfer comments over here).
Bitchen blog… I will be back.