Randomness...
I love my new job.
"Oh, you know who else I hate..."
"That printer... I'm really not fond of it."
"That's one big ass woman!"
"Ok guys. Now you're going to click on toolbox..." "And a picture of ----- ------ will pop up?"
"Do you guys really understand or are you just saying you do?"
Gotta love Luke's impressions, too. Petting the dog, thats all I can say (thats literal, not figurative).
Yay for Team V.
Hershey with Nick, my favorite CLCC guy, was fun too. Check it out (if you're cool). http://rhudriver.blogspot.com
I agree, coconut kisses rock.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
The PG-13 Post
So after reading over the posts I've made on this thing, I realized they have all been serious and maybe its time I just had one that is completely random. Also, many posts have been G rated (although controversial because of how much I talk about God). So here is a random, PG-13 rated post.
So, the other day I broke down and bought a sugary cereal - chocolately rice crisps (generic for coco pebbles). So my justification behind this cereal is that it will help me consume more calcium, which I desperately need. It turns the milk into chocolate milk which I love and will drink vs. dumping the regular milk down the sink. This made me think about how much I enojoy chocolate milk. Its a total food orgasim. Yes, that's right ... a food orgasim. A food orgasim is any food you enjoy the taste of so much that it makes you go weak in the knees, roll your eyes back into your head and say "oh yeah." ( I feel so dirty writing that). My food orgasims include, but are not limted to: chocolate milk, smores, oats 'n honey granola bars and peanut butter. There are other foods I really, really enjoy, but these ... man ... wow.
And on to the next random topic ...
The weather has been so lovely lately. It was so nice that the other night I turned off my heat and slept in my skivvys. This reminded me of a pretty funny occurance. One time this past summer I walked out of my apartmnet in the morning to check the weather so I could dress appropriately. Totally normal thing to do, right? Yeah well, I finally realize that I am standing in the middle of my apartment complex in boyshort underwear and a tank top. Good one, Ash. So I scurry back inside thanking God that it was 7am and no one saw me (hopefully). I'm not kidding when I say I don't function before 9am.
This leads me to the next topic of why I love living alone. Its partly because I can sleep in my skivvys and no one will care. Its also because I can freely undress and redress in my living room. And I can stay in my towell all morning while I do my hair and make-up. ... Wow, my husband is going to be one lucky shmuck.
Next!
I've thought about picking up a new hobby. First up was yoga. I take a class at my gym the other night. So, during this class I remember that I can't support my own body weight on my arms. There I am in downward facing dog praying to God that my wrists don't snap when the instructor tries to help me. I pretty much feel like a total ass and skip downward facing dog all together for the remainder of the class. I tried ... I really did.
So, the next day I get the brillant idea to train for a 5k and run one next spring. Its always been a hope of mine - well, at least to run outside. So here I go, Miss Motivated. The next day I plan to run from my apartment, down to Catty Middle School (also where my church meets) and then loop back around. Umm ... Ashley? Did you forget that you abs. hate running? Well, I tried. I don't think I could hang with those people anyway. Runners are hard core. When I was in college I dated a cross country runner. The dude ran in his sleep. No lie ... his legs were constantly going. Hard core. Maybe I'll just volunteer at a race instead. Yeah. That's more my speed. I think maybe I just want the body of a runner ... but God made me a dancer instead. Oh well.
Ok, maybe I should have a hobby that isn't a physical activity. Hmm ... Laura tried to teach me to knit last winter. I managed to screw that up somehow. Sodoku and cross word puzzles don't interested me. I could have a collection ... but they are kinda dumb. Pilates is too close to yoga and a physical activity. Skiing and snowboarding ... can't take the cold weather and, again, a physical activity.
Maybe I should just stick to dancing and writing. Those things I seem to do well. I just started ballroom dancing and I'm catching on quicker then I thought I would. Maybe I need to take my writing to a whole new level, too. Like start a novel or something. (I'm still determined to try surfing and kyaking before I die tho).
So thru this you've probably learned more about me then you ever wanted to know. But may this be our most valuable lesson: I really am a big dork and huge goof at heart.
So, the other day I broke down and bought a sugary cereal - chocolately rice crisps (generic for coco pebbles). So my justification behind this cereal is that it will help me consume more calcium, which I desperately need. It turns the milk into chocolate milk which I love and will drink vs. dumping the regular milk down the sink. This made me think about how much I enojoy chocolate milk. Its a total food orgasim. Yes, that's right ... a food orgasim. A food orgasim is any food you enjoy the taste of so much that it makes you go weak in the knees, roll your eyes back into your head and say "oh yeah." ( I feel so dirty writing that). My food orgasims include, but are not limted to: chocolate milk, smores, oats 'n honey granola bars and peanut butter. There are other foods I really, really enjoy, but these ... man ... wow.
And on to the next random topic ...
The weather has been so lovely lately. It was so nice that the other night I turned off my heat and slept in my skivvys. This reminded me of a pretty funny occurance. One time this past summer I walked out of my apartmnet in the morning to check the weather so I could dress appropriately. Totally normal thing to do, right? Yeah well, I finally realize that I am standing in the middle of my apartment complex in boyshort underwear and a tank top. Good one, Ash. So I scurry back inside thanking God that it was 7am and no one saw me (hopefully). I'm not kidding when I say I don't function before 9am.
This leads me to the next topic of why I love living alone. Its partly because I can sleep in my skivvys and no one will care. Its also because I can freely undress and redress in my living room. And I can stay in my towell all morning while I do my hair and make-up. ... Wow, my husband is going to be one lucky shmuck.
Next!
I've thought about picking up a new hobby. First up was yoga. I take a class at my gym the other night. So, during this class I remember that I can't support my own body weight on my arms. There I am in downward facing dog praying to God that my wrists don't snap when the instructor tries to help me. I pretty much feel like a total ass and skip downward facing dog all together for the remainder of the class. I tried ... I really did.
So, the next day I get the brillant idea to train for a 5k and run one next spring. Its always been a hope of mine - well, at least to run outside. So here I go, Miss Motivated. The next day I plan to run from my apartment, down to Catty Middle School (also where my church meets) and then loop back around. Umm ... Ashley? Did you forget that you abs. hate running? Well, I tried. I don't think I could hang with those people anyway. Runners are hard core. When I was in college I dated a cross country runner. The dude ran in his sleep. No lie ... his legs were constantly going. Hard core. Maybe I'll just volunteer at a race instead. Yeah. That's more my speed. I think maybe I just want the body of a runner ... but God made me a dancer instead. Oh well.
Ok, maybe I should have a hobby that isn't a physical activity. Hmm ... Laura tried to teach me to knit last winter. I managed to screw that up somehow. Sodoku and cross word puzzles don't interested me. I could have a collection ... but they are kinda dumb. Pilates is too close to yoga and a physical activity. Skiing and snowboarding ... can't take the cold weather and, again, a physical activity.
Maybe I should just stick to dancing and writing. Those things I seem to do well. I just started ballroom dancing and I'm catching on quicker then I thought I would. Maybe I need to take my writing to a whole new level, too. Like start a novel or something. (I'm still determined to try surfing and kyaking before I die tho).
So thru this you've probably learned more about me then you ever wanted to know. But may this be our most valuable lesson: I really am a big dork and huge goof at heart.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
To everything turn, turn, turn ...
Don't you think its ironic that the one constant in life is change? In a sense, you can always expect it and always predict it.
Think back to a year ago - exactly one year ago. What type of person where you? What were you doing and who were you with? I was a senior in college. I knew my life was about to change drastically - that was predictable. I wasn't sure how it was going to change - it was just expected to.
People change, relationships change, circumstances change. It seems like nothing ever stays the same.
My life has changed SO much in the past month. It has been so good. Praise God. He has blessed me with a new job and new friends. Orginally I took a job at a local radio station, but was then approached with the offer of Community Relations Manager at Velocity Sports Performance. After praying and searching my heart, I knew Velocity was it. I have an amazing opportunity to learn, grow and move up. Most people right out of college don't go right to management. I love working with a staff that is behind me 100% and believes in me.
So I have an awesome small group at church. We meet every other Saturday for dinner and Bible study and board games. It's nice to have people in your life that hold you accountable and will pick you up when you fall.
I moved out of my parents house a little over a month ago. I love living on my own. Having my own stuff, leaving everything everywhere and no one caring ... its a good time. Everything is in total disarray still, but its functional. I just need to make the time to clean up. I can't wait to make some time to decorate.
I've been flyin' solo for over two months now and loving it. I've had so many opportunities that I would have missed out on had I been someone's "other half." I'm getting to know new people and exploring my options, but for now I'm ok with being alone. Somedays I miss the companionship and having a built in best friend, but I'm cool just being me ... and still figuring out who that is. Attention is nice ... but a lasting relationship will be even nicer. I'm ready to spend my time on Mr. Right not Mr. Right Now.
I have grown so much both personally and spiritually. The past few months I had no idea how I was going to manage financially and emotionally I had just been ripped apart. Instead of turning my back, this time I turned my eyes to God. I feel like I am ever changing and ever growing into this thing called and "adult."
In a world and in lifetimes filled with change there one thing that we can always count on - God's unfailing love. Chew on THAT ONE for awhile.
Life is so good.
Think back to a year ago - exactly one year ago. What type of person where you? What were you doing and who were you with? I was a senior in college. I knew my life was about to change drastically - that was predictable. I wasn't sure how it was going to change - it was just expected to.
People change, relationships change, circumstances change. It seems like nothing ever stays the same.
My life has changed SO much in the past month. It has been so good. Praise God. He has blessed me with a new job and new friends. Orginally I took a job at a local radio station, but was then approached with the offer of Community Relations Manager at Velocity Sports Performance. After praying and searching my heart, I knew Velocity was it. I have an amazing opportunity to learn, grow and move up. Most people right out of college don't go right to management. I love working with a staff that is behind me 100% and believes in me.
So I have an awesome small group at church. We meet every other Saturday for dinner and Bible study and board games. It's nice to have people in your life that hold you accountable and will pick you up when you fall.
I moved out of my parents house a little over a month ago. I love living on my own. Having my own stuff, leaving everything everywhere and no one caring ... its a good time. Everything is in total disarray still, but its functional. I just need to make the time to clean up. I can't wait to make some time to decorate.
I've been flyin' solo for over two months now and loving it. I've had so many opportunities that I would have missed out on had I been someone's "other half." I'm getting to know new people and exploring my options, but for now I'm ok with being alone. Somedays I miss the companionship and having a built in best friend, but I'm cool just being me ... and still figuring out who that is. Attention is nice ... but a lasting relationship will be even nicer. I'm ready to spend my time on Mr. Right not Mr. Right Now.
I have grown so much both personally and spiritually. The past few months I had no idea how I was going to manage financially and emotionally I had just been ripped apart. Instead of turning my back, this time I turned my eyes to God. I feel like I am ever changing and ever growing into this thing called and "adult."
In a world and in lifetimes filled with change there one thing that we can always count on - God's unfailing love. Chew on THAT ONE for awhile.
Life is so good.
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