tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56313583168091849412024-02-20T05:05:01.831-08:00Title Coming SoonI decided to start this blog after things in my life became too much to handle.
I'm affraid a very small amount of these will be upbeat or entertaining.
I'm mostly hoping this will be semi-theraputic.AshleyMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125478797057797128noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631358316809184941.post-33749770158545028472009-05-19T19:41:00.000-07:002009-05-19T19:55:27.041-07:00Zeus the wonder dog & my wonder friends/family/teachersSeptember was the beginning of this awful 8 month long journey.<br />It's finally over!<br /><br />I can now move on, I have closure, and I'm ready to start the summer with no more weight on my shoulders. <br /><br />Zeus ,my wonder dog, has been my best friend ever since we adopted him. He definitly has been a strong influence in me getting through this.<br /><br />My Aunt Patty - I am forever grateful for everything you have done for me. Thank you for coming with me and making it enjoyable and barable! I am so happy that I got the chance to get to know you and I look forward to our relationship growing.<br /><br />Mrs. Tousley - I get too emotional thinking about what you've said to me and how you've shown me nothing but kindness -- I don't know what else to say but thank you.<br /><br />My friends especially Kevin, Cody, and Alex - Thank you for just letting me talk and spew my emotions!AshleyMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125478797057797128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631358316809184941.post-46316901342350413462009-05-19T19:36:00.000-07:002009-05-19T19:40:44.235-07:00Good, and you?I've worked in a grocery store for almost 4 years.<br />It is customary to say 'Hello how are you today?'<br /><br />I decided I will NOT be saying that anymore.<br /><br />Everyone just says 'Good, you?' And walk away. They don't wait for your response ( not that they would care )<br /><br />Everyone says good. I'm not always good, but you can't be like horrible and you? haha.<br /><br />It's just become insincere. When I ask people 'How are you?' I really want to know.AshleyMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125478797057797128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631358316809184941.post-41599542035701544122009-02-26T20:44:00.000-08:002009-02-26T20:52:24.384-08:00A Flowering Pansy, A Dress, In February?!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Hey New Meadowins!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">I heard you got snow...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;">How SAD!</span></div><div align="center">=]]]</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Okay so I thought I'd come back to brag</div><div align="center">We set out for dinner at like 8:00 p.m.</div><div align="center">I wore a summer dress...</div><div align="center">We walked a couple blocks.</div><div align="center">It's warm! </div><div align="center">They have flowers in February!</div><div align="center"><br /><br />Palm trees are amazing. by the way.</div><div align="center"><br />Also, the smell of the ocean, fantastic.</div><div align="center">Seafood, spectacular</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Oh Oh Oh!</div><div align="center">9:50 p.m. Swimming in outdoor pool. Twas nice. </div><div align="center">Suck it Zims!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I will be so depressed returning to snow//cold.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>AshleyMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125478797057797128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631358316809184941.post-61135620072414704682009-02-26T17:28:00.001-08:002009-02-26T17:33:39.004-08:00Guess How Far?<div align="center">Wow! What a long day!</div><div align="center">My first flight left Boise at 7:30 am and I arrived in Pensacola at 6:30 pm.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I am <span style="font-size:130%;">2411.44</span> miles from home. =[[</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Well I can't tell you what it's like here because it was already dark when we landed.</div><div align="center">All I can say is...it seems like driving through Caldwell. wtf? I've been jipped!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Breathing here was hard to get used to. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Anyway, I'm off to eat some seafood.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'll keep everyone updated tomorrow after I tour the courtroom and see Pensacola in daylight!</div>AshleyMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125478797057797128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631358316809184941.post-51884212576577652872009-02-22T21:11:00.000-08:002009-02-22T21:31:21.879-08:00Disappearing Act/Kidnapping<div align="center">I haven't seen my 'mother' in about two weeks now.</div><div align="center">I used the term 'mother' lightly here.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It's not a big loss. I don't seem to notice. I get along fine.</div><div align="center">Please understand I am not being cruel or insincere...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">My mother, My MOM started disappearing about a year ago.</div><div align="center">This disappearance is the reason why her absence isn't difficult.</div><div align="center">There is a human missing from my household, but my mother has been missing for a while.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I've just been waiting for her to come back... </div><div align="center">I will wait forever.</div><div align="center">And when she comes back,</div><div align="center">I'm here with open arms.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The man responsible for this disappearance,</div><div align="center">One could call him a thief, a homewrecker, a mothernapper,</div><div align="center">Is one Jack Ketlinski.</div><div align="center">You manipulated and poisened my mother's mind and you took her away from her children.</div><div align="center">Does that satisfy your ego?</div><div align="center">Does that make you feel good?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You promised her a better life. </div><div align="center">You convinced her to leave us and it would get better.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Did you promise her she'd be in an empty house WITHOUT her kids?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I hope one day something is taken from you. Someone or something.</div><div align="center">I hope you feel this pain.</div><div align="center">I hope you feel abandonment just like my brother, dad, and I feel. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You've taken a wife and mother of two away.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">All I have to say is,</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Fuck you Jack Ketlinski.</div>AshleyMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125478797057797128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631358316809184941.post-45239135444400234402009-01-20T15:11:00.000-08:002009-01-20T16:00:21.311-08:00Postponement<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;">Postponed?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">That's Webdings for postponed.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;">FUCk</span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;">That's webdings for another word that is totally appropriate right now.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">So after all of my stressing out over getting my schoolwork done, and rushing to get through things and bugging teachers to write my finals early, they postpone it. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"> <strong>FAN FRICKIN TASTIC!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">GAH</span>! I feel like a fool.</span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The public defender that he was assigned has <strong>stage 4 cancer</strong> and must take a medical leave. They will be providing him with another public defender but that gentlemen needs time to get to know the case and everything involved.</span> </span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I understand it's cancer and I feel bad for that man and his family - no one deserves that.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">BUT</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I am still angry/frusterated. Maybe a little sad...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">All I know is I can't stop crying.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The trial is re-scheduled for March 2nd. I will leave February 26th and come back March 5th.</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Hah. Something will go wrong again.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">This is the third time it's been changed.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I. am. hating. the. court. system.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I don't even want to do this anymore! </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I thought I was doing a service...doing something good.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">This whole thing is just a <span style="font-family:webdings;">fUckiNG </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">inconveniance on MY life.</span></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>I was really looking forward to a short </strong></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>vacation.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em> </div>AshleyMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125478797057797128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631358316809184941.post-43898202279187295472009-01-19T14:47:00.000-08:002009-01-19T15:43:59.484-08:00three days away...<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I </span><span style="font-size:130%;">am</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">overwhelmed.</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">There! It's out.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">My work is infront of me but I cannot focus long enough to get any done. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><em>I'm a flake</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I finally got my Faust essay done. It is supposed to be 500 words, I did 1000. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><em>I was on a roll.</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I feel like I am not going to do very well on my finals because of all my stressing out.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">No excuses. Suck it up and do well.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Ashley's Task List</strong></span></div><ol><li><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">THREE chemistry mini reports.</span></div></li><li><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">at <strong>least </strong>one mam/orn mini presentation</span></div></li><li><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Pack</span></div></li><li><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Study for finals</span></div></li></ol><p align="left">Wow. That makes me seem like a baby for complaining. =[[</p><p align="center"><em>I feel overwhelmed okay? I can complain.</em></p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left">The high in Pensacola, Florida for monday the 26th is 71 degrees!! The low -- 61! </p><p align="left">I can't wait. Goodbye snow, hello beaches!</p><p align="center"><em>I will play in the ocean.</em></p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left">I'm getting nervous for the trial. </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm scared.</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">But<strong> don't</strong> tell anyone.</span></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em> </p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div>AshleyMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125478797057797128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5631358316809184941.post-88308634390264000462009-01-13T09:32:00.000-08:002009-01-14T16:00:37.865-08:00elloello, ya'll<br />this is Ms. sierra, reporting on micmac's blogggggggg.<br />blogs=kool<br />i have a goin to get me one of these here things laterrrrrr.<br />:)<br />i love ah shuh leigh<br /><br />wells, i gots tuh go<br /><br />later<br />good luck in your endeavors :)AshleyMariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00125478797057797128noreply@blogger.com0