tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139018026700446752024-02-18T21:34:40.633-08:00So Random!Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.comBlogger286125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-51028762159724454372009-07-05T23:32:00.000-07:002009-07-05T23:47:08.253-07:00How ya been?Me? I've been running around with my head chopped off. As usual. Isn't that a normal mommy type thing to be doing? :0)<br />To catch you all up to speed.....I'll go through it real quick......<br /><br />I only have three weeks left of class and then I will be officially done with my associates program. I will have an actual college degree. I'm pretty sure there may need to be some celebrating going on at some point around the end of July to commemmorate the occasion. The bachelor's program starts up only three weeks later, so there isn't much "free" time to spare. <br /><br />I chopped most of my hair off, and because I'm hoping that blondes really do have more fun, I went back to my old blonde hair. It's fun to watch people not recognize me for a minute until they realize that it really is me, it's just not "my" hair. :0) Good stuff.<br /><br />Jaysen will be leaving me for the second time in two months to run off to some fabulous spot for training in his field. This time he's gone for almost the entire week. :0( We are going to miss him. <br /><br />Took a friend shoe shopping and ended up convincing her to buy four pairs of shoes. The hubby was not too thrilled about the dollar amount spent, but he does think her sassy cute new plaid ballet flats are wicked awesome. :0) <br /><br />Four weeks of swimming lessons have finally been taken care of. Now we are on to basketball camp for my son and still getting through dance and tumbling for my daughter. <br /><br />Work is getting tedious and ridiculous. The hubby knows....he's my boss. :0) Well one of them anyway. My workload has practically doubled, and I am continually harangued by those who could get the information themselves, but are too lazy to do so. I think I need a raise. :0 ) I'll go tell my boss.<br /><br />Sigh.<br /><br />Life just keeps on trucking along. So far I seem to be able to keep up with all of it. We'll see how long that lasts.Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-60170030995967049332009-06-17T21:26:00.000-07:002009-06-17T21:44:33.975-07:00Toddler for sale.....I wish I could say she was cheap, but that would be false advertisement. Between swimming lessons, dance class, and a shoe fetish like her mother.....this little one can take a huge chunk out your pocketbook. <div></div><div>But after today.....I would be willing to simply hand her over to you. For free. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348523733928930594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBc4T4A2f2p14ysYjcZsXRB0H9MS5Qt6QheFLqttwQ2UKhRIWDIH8G5-JLCYRni0xEFo55nLHqSEqjNJlN_ndNwPaL4ubElNDHdD-cqh6_VHykBQbfMENcI2ky7bw1lTR42ux4BLdwJA/s400/May+2009+138.jpg" border="0" />This girl is going to give me gray hairs I tell you. Since when did the terrible twos become the terrible threes and soon to be the terrible fours? When does the terrible go away? I don't remember my son EVER being so dramatic. And the temper tantrums she can throw....holy cow! It's like the flick of a switch too. She can turn it on or off at will. My mommy brain is fried. Is it bad that I wanted to just lock her in her room today? Of course, no such thing happened. But the thought did pass through my mind. :0)<br /><div></div><br /><div>Sigh.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I need a margarita.</div>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-13353601348403173542009-06-07T20:56:00.001-07:002009-06-07T21:12:12.721-07:00Sh! It's a secret!It's June. I'm sure you knew that already....<br /><br />but did you know that it also means that my birthday is coming up in just a few short weeks? This year marks my 30th birthday. But....<br /><br />SSSHHHHHHH! Don't tell anyone. <br /><br />Because honestly......I don't want anymore birthdays. I knew this birthday would be different from the others for me, but I didn't think I would be having this hard of a time with it. I don't feel old, nor do I think that 30 is old. I just feel like I'm in between places right now. I know it sounds random....but I'm wondering.....does a new decade mean I can't try to pull off "Young and sassy" anymore? I'm not going to be in my 20's anymore. The 20's are fun and exciting...right? Except for that I became a mom at 20 and so my fun consisted of Blue's Clues and Spiderman. Now that I don't have an infant in the home any longer....I feel the urge to act a bit more immaturely and want to just have some fun. You know, be crazy.....{as crazy as a mom can get anyway}. But then I remember.....I'm going to be 30. I told the hubby that I felt like I couldn't pull off cute and sassy because I felt like I was supposed to look a certain way now. What certain way you ask? Not a clue. I'm not old. But I have a kid who's almost 10 years old. So, how do you mix motherhood and being young and sassy? <br /><br />Random thoughts....I know. <br /><br />I also told the hubby that he was forbidden to celebrate my birthday this year. The present is still expected :0), but nothing else. I don't want the birthday. Maybe if there is no birthday we can all just pretend like I stayed 29. :0)<br /><br />What do I want for my birthday you ask? Why....what every woman who has had children wants.....<br /><br />My 18 year old body back!<br /><br />A little lift and a little tuck.....put everything back into place. I'm not talking sucking or sculpting.....just no more sagging and excess skin. Sheesh....<br /><br />The hubby says it's not going to happen. He did perk up when I told him I may be willing to enhance certain features if he would fork out the cash for the lifting and tucking. In fact, his exact words were, "Really? So how big we talking?" Such a pervert he is. :0) Alas....he still said this was not the year for any sort of enhancing. I may have to settle for something else. <br /><br />As long as I don't have to turn 30. But, you all know how to keep a secret anyway right? Just remember.....<br /><br />Ashlee is 29.......Ashlee is 29......Ashlee is 29......Ashlee is 29.......Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-74573776754920373782009-06-03T11:58:00.000-07:002009-06-03T12:06:27.233-07:00Let the chaos begin!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfToJ1DXIBnTAHadu0Q9Dnc5acoKNIxJm1Ab4anoF78v9VCSvwJzxDSX4_DeHhWEpjbx6oKqYVeZSLcUw8assFXwXN2K2QFoW3GbT9MeaT42waM5d3nH8w84hro2239AZamIedxgDQHuk/s1600-h/2106859134_093d3d06b0_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343178018747768370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfToJ1DXIBnTAHadu0Q9Dnc5acoKNIxJm1Ab4anoF78v9VCSvwJzxDSX4_DeHhWEpjbx6oKqYVeZSLcUw8assFXwXN2K2QFoW3GbT9MeaT42waM5d3nH8w84hro2239AZamIedxgDQHuk/s400/2106859134_093d3d06b0_m.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">May the HORSE be with you</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Morningside Mustangs 2009</span></strong></div><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I put this on a white tshirt for my son for his last day of school today. His elementary school's mascot is the mustangs and he is obsessed with Lego Star Wars, so I found this quite fitting for him. I sent him off armed with a fabric marker so that all of his friends could sign his shirt. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">What does the last day of school mean? It means summer vacation officially has begun. It means my baby is in the 4th grade now. It means......keeping a nine year old entertained for the next three months. I've tried to keep it pretty low key, but after filling in the calendar it seems like I wasn't quite able to pull that off. Go figure. Between swimming lessons for both kids, dance and tumbling for the daughter, basketball camp for the son, golf clinics for the son, and I'm still in school myself.....not to mention that the hubby is going to be gone for part of the summer taking his own set of courses at various locations. I feel tired already......</span></p><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-43783668378208985562009-05-20T20:20:00.000-07:002009-05-20T20:27:23.859-07:00Oh Happy Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sLpnyVx5dFAaumNyvZ11eQ9usEkJ0pN0oWUbWIoPfmnIASeEKZRs06G2YkH2a5iZAx3BPNJaptSGDARf7kVuiRc0Z7EtcxF-xZTzCZsR3eOE8Nj1x6dC6ZaJL9RQy51KuAsBGMxFvoQ/s1600-h/Web_400x400_16384_4276612-100013001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338111929014665266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2sLpnyVx5dFAaumNyvZ11eQ9usEkJ0pN0oWUbWIoPfmnIASeEKZRs06G2YkH2a5iZAx3BPNJaptSGDARf7kVuiRc0Z7EtcxF-xZTzCZsR3eOE8Nj1x6dC6ZaJL9RQy51KuAsBGMxFvoQ/s400/Web_400x400_16384_4276612-100013001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Did you see my boyfriend win American Idol tonight? Yes, it's true....I have a slight crush on the boy. I've loved him since Week 1, but when he broke out "Falling Slowly".....I was his forever. <br /><br />Don't worry....my hubby is fully aware of my obsession with Kris. Though I'm married to the hubby....Kris sings TO ME. Wait...you thought he was singing to you? {stiffling giggles} Well, he wasn't. He was singing to me all these months. What am I going to do now that I can't get my Kris fix on tv every week? Good thing I've bought most of his songs off of iTunes already.....he can sing to me all day, every day.......<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGPnBqE3xzo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sGPnBqE3xzo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-30820462945094900482009-05-16T12:20:00.000-07:002009-05-16T12:37:16.119-07:00Kudos to me!I'm totally going to brag in this post...just a forewarning. :0)<br /><br />I am in week 8 out of 9 in this set of classes. These two are the hardest ones in my program, and therefore have been quite challenging. Thankfully, the subject matter has to do with my major and so it interests me. Anyway, as most of you know I am a titch OCD. :0) I like things to be just so. I like schedules and sticking to them. I like knwoing what's going on WELL in advance and don't handle last minute changes well. I also am a bit freakish over my homework assignments. I am a perfectionist in this area. The wording, phrasing, EVERYTHING must be just so. The thesaurus has become my best friend. <br />Well, I just got back one of my papers from last week and my professor left me a happy little note at the bottom of the grading rubric. <br /><br />Ashlee, I see in your work a student who should consider graduate school.<br /><br />OK, so it wasn't like she was chanting my name or anything....but the little pat on the back was so rewarding. The other notes and tidbits she left throughout the paper as well as her praise of my thoughts on the subject matter within the paper didn't hurt either. She said that I offered especially GOOD ADVICE to my mock patients because I offered them a positive outlook and extended hope without passing negative judgments. {Ashlee is beaming}<br />It hasn't crossed my mind that I just WOULDN'T go to graduate school, but the added bonus of praise from a teacher who has been so nitpicky about my assignments made me so proud of myself. I know, I know....not supposed to be prideful. But poo on that! I'm proud of myself. Juggling school, kids, work, family, and life in general has been quite a challenge for me. There are honestly some days I would really like to just stay in bed because of what was on my to-do list for that day. <br />So, a pat on the back for me today. I will need it as I am approaching yet another finals week.Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-84598324458193193212009-05-15T21:01:00.000-07:002009-05-15T21:31:35.153-07:00Bridge Over Troubled Water<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GYKJuDxYr3I&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GYKJuDxYr3I&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Ok, this is going to be totally random....but that is the point of this blog right? :0)<br />As many of you know, my friend has been in the hospital all week. She was finally able to go home today. I've been just a tad bit preoccupied by it. :0) This isn't the first friend to be rushed to the emergency room these past few weeks either. It is almost surreal to see some of my closest friends having such a hard time. I honestly can't remember the last time I actually CRIED "for real", but I've done that a couple of times here recently. Life is so fragile and it scares me. One moment the world goes by as it usually does, and the very next it's almost as if you are in a different reality. <br />Anyway....I was thinking about all of this and looking at my "circle" and I kind of wondered....have I formed actual lasting relationships with people? I don't usually let people get too deep into my freakishness :0). I'm pretty sure I would scare off most people. Sure, I let them see glimpses, but for the most part I try to keep it pretty low key. {Low key according to Ashlee that is}<br />In my classes it is mentioned over and over again about how one of the major aspects of the healing process is the love and support that is offered. Having that support system relieves a lot of the excess pressure and lets the person know that they are not alone in their struggles. I'm not talking Relief Society love and support either {not that I would ever turn down a free meal from the Relief Society} :0)<br />For me, that almost seems like assigned support. I'm talking about the love and support from people that really know you....but they still love you anyway. :0) It's made me wonder....in my attempt to stay somewhat "aloof" in my relationships, have I prevented myself from having the kind of relationships that I would hope for if I was put in the position that my friends are in right now? <br />I know....another "deep thoughts" post here. My brain is on overdrive right now. I feel like I've been running around with my head chopped off. But honestly, I can't say that I would change any of the chaos. :0) I think I have put more miles on my car in this last month than I have in the last year. I have truly enjoyed having a sense of purpose though. I would do it for any of you....and I'm not even kidding. You need me....call me. I'm there. <br />Anyway....sorry for another late night rambling from me. Enjoy a bit of Simon and Garfunkel. They are truly a classic duo. :0)Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-55431899392013790602009-05-09T19:21:00.000-07:002009-05-09T19:25:21.089-07:00Happy Mother's Day<a href="http://news.cnnbcvideo.com/?nid=8CI3l4RuDmp9bSfV3zmVZTEyNjk2MTgx&referred_by=16143513-_r1gS3x&p=moveon">http://news.cnnbcvideo.com/?nid=8CI3l4RuDmp9bSfV3zmVZTEyNjk2MTgx&referred_by=16143513-_r1gS3x&p=moveon</a><br /><br />My sister-in-law sent this to me. My son thought it was for real and was amazed that I was on the news. :0) I did eventually let him in on the joke, but only after he truly believed that I was the Mother of the Year for at least 5 whole minutes. :0)<br /><br />Happy Mother's Day to all of you!Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-73564903155126775562009-05-02T00:26:00.000-07:002009-05-02T00:52:30.912-07:0017 Again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsE2BovHmy3HWSoJClHD1qQn2bA90WQ0KbPLLWzVf_taH1ko89s3L7KmLWTAUyAZuuEQi32O51SYh695rkKlqdklFCQyY3KXvA8W4cYfcnZDSuXwDgi7pOTXSu_zc_rSImqqX3WStE8TE/s1600-h/MV5BMjA2NTI1Mzg3N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjYwNjAzMg@@__V1__CR0,0,509,509_SS100_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331128249056148818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsE2BovHmy3HWSoJClHD1qQn2bA90WQ0KbPLLWzVf_taH1ko89s3L7KmLWTAUyAZuuEQi32O51SYh695rkKlqdklFCQyY3KXvA8W4cYfcnZDSuXwDgi7pOTXSu_zc_rSImqqX3WStE8TE/s400/MV5BMjA2NTI1Mzg3N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjYwNjAzMg@@__V1__CR0,0,509,509_SS100_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yes, I went to see this movie tonight. Yes, it was kind of a tweenie movie. BUT! I will say, Jaysen and I did get some laughs out of dear old Uncle Ned. More importantly, it was a warm and fuzzy movie. I am seeing so many kids in high school, or just getting out of high school that are having such a hard time. It breaks my heart for them. This movie was different from some of the other tweenie kind because it pushed for what was good and right. <br /></div><div>Mike O'Donnell is the main character. He is the father of two teenagers, but ends up getting turned back into a teenager. The only person that knows about the transformation is Uncle Ned. The quote is from teenager father who is talking to his teenage daughter because her boyfriend dumped her. Apparently the scum told her that if she wouldn't show him how much she loved him then he would break up with her. So, she was heartbroken even though she was so great for standing up for herself. Then teenage daddy comes along to make her feel better</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1374980/" target="_popup4190" oldonclick="null">Mike O' Donnell</a>: When you're young everything feels like the end of the world. But it's not it's just the beginning, you might have to meet a few more jerks. but one day you're gonna meet a boy who treats you the way you deserve to be treated. Like the sun rises and sets with you.</div><div> </div><div>Teenage dad helped give his son the courage to try out for the basketball team. Helped him to stand up to the school bully. </div><div> </div><div>Anyway....blah blah blah I know....but I thought it was a cute show. Was it wicked awesome and everyone should run out and watch it? Maybe....maybe not. I will tell you that Zac Efron has a killer 6 pack. WOW.....Not that I was looking or anything. {Love you Jaysen!}</div>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-26498245293204106602009-04-28T15:17:00.000-07:002009-04-28T15:24:28.896-07:00My apologies....I totally suck at posting lately....time is not something I have in excess. :0) Besides....we have happened to have a few gorgeous days mixed in with the freaky random hailstorms and so I have lived part of my days outdoors. I'm craving me some more sunshine.<br />Moving on.....<br /><br />Can I just tell you how excited I am about girls night for May? Why? Because it's 80s night. "Oh yes it's ladies night,<br />and the feelings right,<br />oh yes it's ladies night,<br />oh what a, OH WHAT A NIGHT."<br />Oh yeah! I am currently gathering all of the essential 80s fashions so that I can look my 80s best. You know, totally radical stuff. Wanna see one of my best finds so far?....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329870489038907778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijREHXoRZawH6sLAchi4tnqLHdCMFxjAMfIlZ0AyTZlkzm-JJm1RuDYOdubKqQsKuNZQ8fJks6XOkb2SgiTgCgkTfw4zWi3ddlwRz89NyIqhJUlfEq_T2cwhytIUtKxiXrRV62ojl5-1k/s400/80s+gloves.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>That's right people.....I'm going Madonna/Cyndi Lauper style. {mine are the pink ones BTW}</p><p>What was interesting to me though.....was that these things are actually being sold in stores right now. I mean....seriously. Are these really coming back in style? </p><p>Anyway.....now I just need someone to tell me where I can find a radical pair of jelly shoes. Any suggestions?</p>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-9223983408773728042009-04-22T14:29:00.000-07:002009-04-22T14:34:26.898-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiidzIWYgKL-gT9-Bgi9g5ljfTReGwdMPNZqhGD68zK8_T1wXdbqkcs-GDA6AWCWzmNO4_4oJrDSwgblhDyhkI8Cv9N0DlnWY0RfCIfVNaQOTujzxWBhwYLxcFD3L6171_gF1Rj_ScWWU/s1600-h/April+2009+489.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327631995983431346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiidzIWYgKL-gT9-Bgi9g5ljfTReGwdMPNZqhGD68zK8_T1wXdbqkcs-GDA6AWCWzmNO4_4oJrDSwgblhDyhkI8Cv9N0DlnWY0RfCIfVNaQOTujzxWBhwYLxcFD3L6171_gF1Rj_ScWWU/s400/April+2009+489.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLm7Pyfdi05yekFr0xsrfcBa3kB03xr_ILDA3iMkBJbf4tBM5s0eu0y2hF_9l9PM1kOxVosw_k4swO73ghf-Fp0VNwfpgD2XFhmQe62aOgFpVFShEpByeBhdDXh240o-949CUpXJ114k/s1600-h/April+2009+498.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327631987856223842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLm7Pyfdi05yekFr0xsrfcBa3kB03xr_ILDA3iMkBJbf4tBM5s0eu0y2hF_9l9PM1kOxVosw_k4swO73ghf-Fp0VNwfpgD2XFhmQe62aOgFpVFShEpByeBhdDXh240o-949CUpXJ114k/s400/April+2009+498.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Enh-_lSRtvmI9zTQwxbMrt33KgR2y7QywPs5UrucQPmddIE_88HkEIJbcH5C-4QEG5Hf3Q85fnxL3RX6MsgiZaunO92Dn-h2vpDZqvGR4CVHPgg71_hlHKn-9lQcRcE3ktallhXe3RE/s1600-h/April+2009+499.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327631981936795410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Enh-_lSRtvmI9zTQwxbMrt33KgR2y7QywPs5UrucQPmddIE_88HkEIJbcH5C-4QEG5Hf3Q85fnxL3RX6MsgiZaunO92Dn-h2vpDZqvGR4CVHPgg71_hlHKn-9lQcRcE3ktallhXe3RE/s400/April+2009+499.jpg" border="0" /></a>I took the kids down to Shoshone Falls last night so they could see the waterfalls. Apparently they are the biggest they have been in about 10 years. It was so gorgeous down there I could have stayed all night. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327631979376237586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1gs9kMLrYjTgZfh_sP6L5I47zC9LTuJLb3kS9O4UL-d9LSDTn0cEpsP96OejJsASLGMQS3KNB2nodO3iADGtuGImU5MocUpizYoYwFPPX9Wnc-7wVTmXZ42DNKEUOeOFLiZSEEXmyyo/s400/April+2009+500.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br />That is not fog or smoke in the picture, it is actually the mist coming from the waterfalls to the right. Crazy, huh?Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-14919428205164505212009-04-21T11:25:00.001-07:002009-04-21T11:41:31.932-07:00Moulin Rouge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjToFUO9v3F-ayVku8k1BM0RrjXwYNGzNoE0QT0TdQ02Tw-vfoW_bIKupy0n21EJen4uzc4snar8OpgspC7QHpUlLuQ9hh6Wizv4KnwkIJNhPukVJPTZ75abe9On58hEtrcYPljxb3C0s/s1600-h/moulin_rouge!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327212695477115698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjToFUO9v3F-ayVku8k1BM0RrjXwYNGzNoE0QT0TdQ02Tw-vfoW_bIKupy0n21EJen4uzc4snar8OpgspC7QHpUlLuQ9hh6Wizv4KnwkIJNhPukVJPTZ75abe9On58hEtrcYPljxb3C0s/s400/moulin_rouge!.jpg" border="0" /></a> The hubby and I just watched this movie again the other night and honestly, I just can't get enough of it. I LOVE THIS MOVIE. I know it's not for everyone.....and it's a musical.....but really....it's awesome. <br /><div></div><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9tfvMZ_zpA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9tfvMZ_zpA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaqYgWc8-vs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaqYgWc8-vs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />These are two of my favorite songs from the movie. <br /><br />Anyway...just thought I'd share...Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-28215485072533308232009-04-15T08:51:00.000-07:002009-04-15T08:56:26.293-07:00are you for real?<div><div><div>What is wrong with this picture? <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324946905289447058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBlrGltQ-mAAHS5H1h7QKnzZDtBqHox1-9JuUSf4Me6kSpwoxc5zGKl9nchbdV42l6DZJj4kEBqdfbQ95r69sjLiTkYOgJ9d9GS34b9WRn-aulffI7-4O-uxYCGgySR9ZKfRkjhFFYs7k/s400/April+2009+228.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><div>How about the fact that there are several inches of snow covering everything outside.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324946905968734146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3-to-dIsZCd9vv-wg8kf27QmBtdzbVUeN3LcrjzsbSidoiPzEtISbucuNt_O9IgSfp0yegaHlcb__PeeT4BX2DJtHoiLGWvRfYvQP_46y6DgDd8ilOrnk9i8MSenJtMOGI_t2uy29OfQ/s400/April+2009+229.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>How about the fact that it was in the 70s just a few days ago.</div><br /><div></div><div>How about the fact that my hubby mowed the lawn two days ago.</div><div> </div><div>How about the fact that it is freaking April 15 and not January!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324946911043066434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJ83GLuZ5sUKBMxujn_EKWhQ9fGCfnGGw4DwllFHyq1dkzEEFVgggiYFj_zEJ_k3oKx0m_6Bu_y_17QdE6PD3xdGxHN5cf0QIwIr6fWAMlZ4nVDBeRb4xZR-5yiXThVuVk8A225pSSNg/s400/April+2009+230.jpg" border="0" /> Is this for real? Bring back the sun! I'm ready to play outside again!</div></div></div>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-27793131376481034242009-04-08T11:59:00.001-07:002009-04-08T12:01:53.884-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF459GnR_eDrfj7vs0zWUllz_xYnyN2mV2CrjDUVNqFXpRY7ESXcDNWhl9_UtWjyiHsdKtxR1Z0DdDNGnjJ62PubXu2-zys4FDVd-aFmjoMvz46_dyJyeMME3PPHCrSaAR1jENLPJIuQQ/s1600-h/April+2009+041-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322397608056243650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF459GnR_eDrfj7vs0zWUllz_xYnyN2mV2CrjDUVNqFXpRY7ESXcDNWhl9_UtWjyiHsdKtxR1Z0DdDNGnjJ62PubXu2-zys4FDVd-aFmjoMvz46_dyJyeMME3PPHCrSaAR1jENLPJIuQQ/s400/April+2009+041-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-51771206190037317072009-04-06T21:35:00.000-07:002009-04-06T22:15:26.157-07:00Unique FreakI slept so crappy last night. Of course, this means I wake up groggy and still tired. Because I am a mommy I still have no choice but to get out of bed. I have work today, the sprinkler man starts today, and I have a parent/teacher conference after school. Busy stuff. I'm half blind and so I wear contacts. I've worn them for 15 years. Nothing new right? Over the years my eyes have grown tired of being suffocated by contacts and so I have been forced to buy/wear the slightly more expensive daily contacts. Honestly, even though they cost a bit more, I LOVE them. Before dailies my eyes were always sore and I felt like I had rocks in my eyes. Actually, it ended up being irritated eye lids. Weird huh? Yeah...apparently the insides of my eye sockets HATED contacts and wished to let me know by forming small bumps on my eye lids. I'm a freak.....I know. So, dailies it was and I love that every morning I get to put in a fresh pair of contacts and then I just throw them away at night. No washing, no storing, no stressing over a lost contact. <br />This morning, as with every other morning, started with a fresh pair of contacts. I always put the right contact in first. Why? No idea. But that's the way it's supposed to be.....just go with it. Moving on to the left eye here....OUCH! Put in contact, searing pain in eye....so, pull out contact. Rinse with contact solution and put back in eye. A bit better, but the eye is still a bit sore. I chalk it up to irritation from the initial insertion of said contact. <br />My morning progresses....off to work. Eye is still bothering me a bit. I rub it, put eye drops in, and scan the surface of my eye ball searching for a fleck of WHATEVER the crap it could be that is making my eye have a boo-boo. Eye starts to feel worse. What the heck?!?! Go home....am so irritated I move straight to the pantry to look for chocolate. Dang me and my decision to NOT buy sweets so I wouldn't be tempted to eat them. <br />Rub eye.....<br />HOLY HECK! Burning! Eye pain! Can't see out of my left eye! <br />Run to the bathroom....check the eyeball. Contact is MIA. Finally find it underneath the lower eyelid. Only problem is that it is only half of the contact. Eye is still burning. I dig out the other half of the contact. Eye is now oozing watery tears. Dang it! Now I can see out of one eye and am half blind in the other. Just what I need.....<br />It hurts to blink. So, the obvious choice is to just NOT blink. Right? The pain will eventually go away. Of course, what do you do when your eye is oozing and stinging like poison ivy? You check your email! Duh! Coincidentally {or maybe it was fate......} my friend was online too and sent me an IM about girls night. Being the good friend that I am, I change the subject and whine about my eye. Friend freaks, tells me to go to the eye doctor before I scratch my eye and cause damage. <br />WHATEVER CRAZY FRIEND! I am just fine, it just hurts a litte bit {A LOT} and it will feel better soon. <br />Phone rings....it's the crazy friend. :0) Apparently I have no choice, I MUST call the doctor and I MUST drop my daughter off at her house whilst I go to the doctor. Gentle nudging she calls it. So, I call doc, get appointment, drop off daughter to the crazy friends house :0) and go see doctor. The office lady looks at me like I'm a weirdo. Is my eye red? NOPE. Do I look like my eye is under SEVERE duress? NOPE. But hey....I just really wanted to go see my eye doctor. I've missed him terribly so. So, office lady....BACK OFF!<br />I am led into the examination room and climb into "the chair". Explain my sad story to the doctor man. He wants to shine a light into my eye. He is humoring me. <br />After being blinded by extremely bright lights he tells me, "Yeah, it looks like you've scratched your eye somehow." <br />HAH! All you eye doctor people! Poo on you! <br />My eye is still hurting like the dickens....even moreso now that the eye doctor man drips some yellow crap into my eye to get a "better look" at the scratch. Nothing like having something poured into an open wound on your eyeball. <br />He wants to know if I was sure I got all of the pieces of the contact out of my eye. Um, I think so. I didn't really line up the two pieces to see if they fit together like a puzzle. My eye was kind of oozing at that point. So, he figures he better check to make sure that there isn't anything left in my eye. <br />Have you ever had your eyelid flipped inside out? It doesn't hurt, but it definitely feels wierd. <br /><br />Just so you are following here....scratched eyeball, yellow crap poured into scratch, and eyelid turned inside out. "Look down" he says. I do and then hear, "Oh, here's the problem. Hold still, this might feel wierd." I'm thinking wierd like having my eyelid turned inside out. Yeah...no. He takes some tweezers, pokes them into my eye and literally PLUCKS out something from inside my eyelid. Then I hear, "Wow. I have never seen anything quite like that before." What? What haven't you seen? I'm still strapped in with my eyelid inside out looking down. He checks for anthing else, but at this point I am apparently free and clear. <br />I blinked. It didn't hurt. Hallelujah! <br />Then I hear, "Yeah, I just have never seen anything like that before." {Didn't he just say that?} I ask him if it was some huge thing he found. He grabs the tweezers and holds them up in the light for me. A little plastic sliver.....that's what it was. I had gotten a sliver embedded in my eyelid. How does one do that? Seriously!<br />I think he tells me he has never seen anything like that before three more times before I leave his office. Apparently it's NOT normal to get a sliver inside your eyelid. I can safely assume that this means that not many people have had a doctor shove a freaking pair of tweezers inside their eye to pluck a sliver out. You know, like you would if you had a sliver on your finger. Can I just tell you that it hurt like a mother! Sigh. <br />Apparently if something NOT normal is going to happen, it's going to happen to me. I also had to have my jaw, neck, upper back, and rib put back into place by my chiropractor today. I'm feeling really old people......<br />For my crazy friend.....<br />The doctor said he was really glad that I came in so quickly to get it taken care of because it could have caused a lot more damage to my eye than it did. So, you can tell me I told you so all you want. My eyeball thanks you. :0) And thanks for taking my daughter. I appreciate your willingness to help out this one-eyed unique freak here. <br />Thankfully I should be back in tip top shape tomorrow. If not, eye doctor says the scratch will end up infected and I'll have to go and visit him again. Good odds right? :0)<br />I'll keep you posted. :0)Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-64205395125783977392009-04-05T17:52:00.000-07:002009-04-05T17:58:08.997-07:00The Sky is Blue?<div>Sadly, I had almost forgotten the sky was supposed to be blue and not gray. :0) This weekend has been so gorgeous. Fifty degree weather with just a slight breeze and today....not a single cloud in the sky. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321376306988662642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRjOXn6gTSogtlerSI55u5kznSy_8ZPyT_uyQJE8rcpguNjiPeoxKP4U-SpNy-W1QzQMgUI49qZne7FJ_ijTVbBcY3I0zmjOZyD3t9mxOry6nBCJ6-Fv8jO1VL6Pk8KvDqdnFeQwNHU8/s400/April+2009+099.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>Now all we need is for the trees to grow some green and we'll be set!</div><br /><div></div>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-34099754055380603672009-03-30T21:32:00.000-07:002009-03-30T22:03:11.580-07:00growthI bought some seeds. I'm going to grow this year. I had to get the proper tools first. Good soil. Read the instructions. Soak soil in water, put seed on top, do not cover with soil. Mist with more water daily. Keep in well lit area. Keep it warm.<br />The first sprouts came quickly. Though I added a misting of water daily, the soil began to dry. I added a second misting of water each day. It was no use, the sprouts died almost as quickly as they had grown. The soil was not up to par. <br />I was told to mist. <br />The instructions said to mist.<br />The instructions were wrong.<br /><br /><br />Added cupfulls of water to the soil. Waited patiently and kept the soil in the warmth of the sunlight shining in the windowsill. <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319205404120180290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYG-0KPMx5iCj9vatJ8GW3McRNj4m7QlKGce1HhdBzZPr9gzTtTxkpxfrycmXQhH1GzkL_vtao9x5ypQJCEw1k7rhBZmkl9w2xIGaUiVZ1dMYP6ICzD7lZDT4PMF7oEdTiyF5YcTSP-o/s400/March+2009+065.jpg" border="0" />Weeks later the newer, stronger sprouts appeared. Carrots, cucumbers, green onions and tomatoes.....growing. Healthy. Strong. <br />They grow visibly taller from morning to evening. <br /><br />Drinking cupfulls of water. <br /><br />Perhaps the instructions aren't always correct. A misting cannot grow something that requires cupfulls. We cannot always assume that the generalized ideas can instruct every seed in every environment. <br /><br />I am a gardener. I have planted seeds. Sometimes I feel like all I can offer is mist. Will the days that I am able to pour cupfulls of water on my seeds make up for the days I cannot offer more? What if my soil dries up? If my seeds sprout will I be able to keep them growing? Am I offering enough warmth and sunlight?<br /><br />Do you ever wonder who is going to pour cupfulls on you? I've read the instructions, but sometimes I think I'm only getting misted and my soil NEEDS MORE if I'm going to keep my sprouts growing. My soil is drying up. I'm thirsty. <br /><br />I can't find a glass of water.Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-47577746328900905052009-03-28T15:30:00.000-07:002009-03-28T15:38:24.073-07:00What?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKt6Tm-rUao6NgehT2UHtKkA1rV6vumX2adYc_KFxqtsZGosoFLHHL1tPdeoJL5Y8iKowQ1npj1FDzAHVprRh9Du9dDY284dxbIogg5iepdgYXhP07TJnUqYc6c9-Xo8c_B8Dmu0pVUg/s1600-h/3309692381_b005379f5d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318371615219244674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKt6Tm-rUao6NgehT2UHtKkA1rV6vumX2adYc_KFxqtsZGosoFLHHL1tPdeoJL5Y8iKowQ1npj1FDzAHVprRh9Du9dDY284dxbIogg5iepdgYXhP07TJnUqYc6c9-Xo8c_B8Dmu0pVUg/s200/3309692381_b005379f5d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Have you ever felt like you were at the end of your rope, but you weren't sure which end you were at?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yeah. I get it.</div>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-24410644607116192182009-03-24T11:18:00.000-07:002009-03-24T11:19:50.121-07:00Girls Just Want to Have Fun<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gM5HyRxXFOA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gM5HyRxXFOA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Ignore the video....listen to the song. The words are familiar...the arrangement is not. I'm in love with it.Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-77280290720606790252009-03-22T21:33:00.000-07:002009-03-22T21:41:41.909-07:00Hello?Just wanted to let you all know that I am still alive. I wouldn't say that I was alive AND kicking....but I am alive. I haven't had much time for the blog world as of late. School is getting harder with each new set of classes, which means I have been spending more and more time sitting at this computer doing boring stuff like researching ROCKS. BUT!<br /><br />Finals week is officially over for this set of classes! I had a little chocolate party tonight. :0) I'm not kidding. Chocolate cake, with chocolate ice cream that had bits of chocolate brownie in it. The hubby gave me bit of an eyebrow raise as he saw me fill my LARGE bowl. I told him I was celebrating. Because seriously....<br /><br />I NEVER have to take another STUPID science class EVER AGAIN! <br /><br />{hallelujah chorus}<br /><br />Wouldn't you be celebrating with chocolate too? <br /><br />Anyway...I can't promise that I will be able to be more attentive to you...my adoring fans. But, know that I am wishing I could spend more time with you. My next classes start tomorrow. Thankfully they are about something I actually care about so maybe I won't mind reading six chapters this week. :0) <br /><br />And if you knew what the title of one of my classes was.....you might want to learn a little something something yourself. {tee hee} <br /><br />Get your mind out of the gutter! This here is SCHOOL learnin'! About the way people think and feel! So........shush!Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-12655704773097489092009-03-18T09:34:00.000-07:002009-03-18T09:36:32.608-07:00Lucky<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2BpZN8bjy0tvbr7PeYIinmpc0_sEuCZI7RHuqrtjv1wGP70jMjHcwraVgGQ5TM9bP-fYUmu7Z-UUjuXFvs79iwWMsDBuAlGoNdw_09Ry4-opXEZJadoRgBxvSFSxOSME61m4keggNxE/s1600-h/March+2009+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314567400968222274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2BpZN8bjy0tvbr7PeYIinmpc0_sEuCZI7RHuqrtjv1wGP70jMjHcwraVgGQ5TM9bP-fYUmu7Z-UUjuXFvs79iwWMsDBuAlGoNdw_09Ry4-opXEZJadoRgBxvSFSxOSME61m4keggNxE/s400/March+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hope you all had a great St. Patty's day! </div>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-3509419802885950722009-03-10T13:47:00.000-07:002009-03-10T13:57:48.380-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXNm_2PXMVvQn7WcY7JC1-p8mEfVdKkGO-XCpznwLCHOz_AChRy9aBcuXm8WmvYvyCmN8e7X3thLbiR2logVtdQysU-ZgGukt1FqLL_7cUzl8slqd6p4jOefMv8P7FI8NSHeugNYJsTQ/s1600-h/March+2009+013-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311664398307400738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXNm_2PXMVvQn7WcY7JC1-p8mEfVdKkGO-XCpznwLCHOz_AChRy9aBcuXm8WmvYvyCmN8e7X3thLbiR2logVtdQysU-ZgGukt1FqLL_7cUzl8slqd6p4jOefMv8P7FI8NSHeugNYJsTQ/s400/March+2009+013-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4P9jeCpJBiboUncv9cRnjtrptamSnOUhD22si4FcbJ7FDKhIf8EipiP3tmwZpQ8MzIue8FX2ed5udH8-ODSScXXHf_i4xRny9oOfiR6C0u_L_0P6Wh9NMxW4z26zrdhm0U-KGIgHqOSY/s1600-h/March+2009+013.jpg"></a>I know it's not Wednesday, but I don't know if I'll have time to post tomorrow and I really wanted to share this picture I took of my little girl today. She has been taking dance lessons for a bit now and is just loving everything about it. She loves to dress up in the leotards and tutus and prance about the dance studio with all of the other little girls. I was having her pose for me so I could get some pictures of her in 1st position, 2nd position, and 3rd position {ballet poses} and she got kind of tired of me. So, she plopped down and said, "I just can't do it!" </div><div> </div><div>Honestly, I think it's my favorite one. :0)<br /><br /></div><div></div>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-43276655174315635922009-03-04T08:17:00.000-08:002009-03-04T08:28:09.549-08:00John SchmidtAs most of you know, I can't live without music. Whether or not that sounds dramatic, it's true. I need it. Like water. <br />A friend of mine just introduced me to this guy and I am so sad that I have missed out on his music for so long. It is beautiful, amazing, and soothing. As I listen to it I swear I can literally feel my soul healing. So, I thought I would share this with you. He has such an amazing gift, perhaps it is my awe of him that makes me stop and think. No matter the reason, I just bought two of his CDs on iTunes. :0)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5mqWdc0ZoA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R5mqWdc0ZoA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-32905831571122558442009-02-26T09:29:00.000-08:002009-02-26T10:02:18.894-08:00The Google Game<span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://pottermania06.blogspot.com/">Virginia</a> posted this meme and it looked like fun, so I figured I'd give it a go. Obviously, because I share a name with a celebrity my answers were a bit "different". It did make it fun though.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's how you do it: Go to Google. Type in your name + the words in the rest of each category. For example, if your name was Sally, you would type in "Sally looks like" and then see what Google could find for you. Of course, sharing is caring, so I want to see your answers as well! Have fun!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee looks like:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A Grandma (I knew I felt old....)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A Playmate (I don't know if this is much better!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">She is about to cry.... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee Likes:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Skunks? (Gross!!!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">To shop cheap (doesn't everybody?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Brit's partying (as opposed to Italians of course....)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee says:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">She's not heavy, she's my sister (meaning Jessica of course. Did you not know we were sisters?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No to Playboy (see...just because I may look like a playmate does NOT mean I have to pose for playboy)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yes (I'm not sure to what, but apparently it's not to playboy)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee wants:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">To be forever young (who wouldn't?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">a bigger butt (it's true...mine is just WAY too small...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">marriage and children (whew! I can check that one off the list!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee hates:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">work (I work for the hubby...so NO COMMENT)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">eating dirt (rocks are so much chewier)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">bananas and coffee (kind of random don't you think?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee can:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">see the future (sh! don't tell!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">read (yes, I've got mad skills!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">dance! (What a feeling!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee goes:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">dark again (actually, my hair is still the same.....for now)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">on a shopping spree (with who's money?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">white trash (I might be a redneck IF.....)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee is:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Growing by the day (I'm assuming this is a reference to my growth in wisdom and not in weight)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">in love (awww.....)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">super cute (dang right! And sassy too!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee loves:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">herself (but not in an egotistical way or anything...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">her baby body (I think I'm being mocked here...)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">themed parties and costumes (actually, this is very true)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ashlee, the:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cutest gravedigger (should I take this as a compliment?)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">streaking sasquatch (I know my feet are kind of big....)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">new body for Victoria Secret (even with my big feet)</span>Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-413901802670044675.post-66544903294604676262009-02-23T17:18:00.000-08:002009-02-23T17:21:29.404-08:00FREE FOR ALL!I got this off of my sister's blog and because I treasure a challenge and love anything that I get for free....I thought that it would be kind of fun to do. The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:<br />1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!<br />2. What I create will be just for you.<br />3. It'll be done this year (might take a while).<br />4. You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry or an article. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!<br />5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.<br /><br />The catch? YOU must repost this on YOUR blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! I know that you all want to join so hurry fast, remember it is only the first 5 people to respond and then put it on your blog. If you don't put it on your blog then you don't count!! :)<br />Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it! Good luck!Ashleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13088158906170080007noreply@blogger.com5