Thursday, December 17, 2009
2. Oprah interviewing Nie Nie (and I don't even read her blog)
3. My roommate bringing me a book to read because she knew I would be home sick all day and probably bored (which I am extremely bored)
4. How cute my medicine bottle lid is - its pink with a breast cancer ribbon on it
5. My grammie calling to check on me
6. My nephew Bennett (who doesn't usually care about me) talking to me on the phone and willing to say more than 2 words
7. Target commercial
8. Utter boredom and lack of seeing other human beings
9. Thinking about my friend Maria Law
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
1. My mom tucked me into bed every night when I was growing up and when I came home on weekends in college she would always do the same. If mom was gone, dad would do it. If mom and dad were both gone, one of my siblings would do it. None of the other kids got tucked in, just me.
2. I never walked to the bathroom in a public place by myself. Someone would always escort me to the restroom and wait for me to be done because I definitely couldn't walk there and back by myself.
3. I was carried by my parents and siblings for quite a while past toddler-hood. Case in point: I was carried out of my baptism.
Yesterday I truly realized how much I can do all by my lonesome. I got really sick and had to drive myself to the ER at 2 a.m. I was sitting all alone clutching that pink puke bucket thinking about the fact that my parents were not there, my siblings were not there, nobody was there. I wanted somebody to be there with me but it was okay. The doctors got me all fixed up in a few hours and I drove myself home. Yes, I know that I can do life alone, but I don't want to do it alone. I like my parents, a lot. I love that all my siblings live in the same state. I have really good friends. I like it this way. So while I may being doing things physically alone, I'm in no way mentally or spiritually alone. Just to spite the fact that I have grown up and have to actually BE a grown up, I am going to make my momma sleep in my bed when I visit her for Christmas. Suck it life because even though you are making me do everything on my own, I still have the best family and friends that will always be there for me. I guess that's all I need right now.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Over Thanksgiving we played dress-up with some of my dad's extended family. Each group was given a box of random costumes and had to figure out a costume for a turkey, pilgrim, or an Indian. When I opened my box I saw this dress and knew that it would make me the best Pilgrim in the contest. Well the dress isn't just from a costume store! When the compound kids were much younger, my grandparents bought these dresses for all the granddaughters. This little Swiss beauty was worn by one of the girls when they were about 5 or 6. Holla because I got it (half way) buttoned up in the back baby! Yep, I felt slightly great and slightly sad that I could squeeze myself into this dress. But the best part of the whole day was just seeing this thing again after so many years because I loved playing dress up in it when I was a little kid. Thanks Aunt Lou for the dress up game and the stroll down memory lane. And just so you know, I did win the award for best pilgrim costume!!!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Its that time of year. No, not Christmas, its my mother's birthday. Way to go Aunt Liz! I love ya. I wrote about you last year and I was really nice. I don't think I can say any better. Click HERE if you want to remember all the great things I said about my mother because they still apply. And the best part of her birthday this year is that this is momma's last birthday on the mission.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
The BYU is playing that school north of us today. I am starting to get nervous sick. I love BYU so much, its insane. I am not attending the game today because it just means too much to me. I am recording it and watching it later so I can stay calm and collected. When I watch the cougars play in LaVell Edwards Stadium I totally feel the spirit.
I love BYU so much and hate the color red enough, I get physically ill when I see it. A previous boyfriend loved that other school. I remember walking home with him one night and we got into it over the rivalry. He just couldn't see why I wouldn't hold his hand walking up 9th East while he was wearing that awful sweatshirt in that awful color and that awful logo. I ended up walking home by myself - willingly. I wasn't about to compromise my morals and judgment or he would have won the argument. Obviously we broke up and as I was walking away, sobbing and lonely after the break up, the first thought that came into my head was, "well at least I don't have to marry a Ute fan now." Aren't I horrible? I mean the sadness was there big time but that glimmer of hope about marrying a BYU fan actually did help.
I just need to say how much I LOVE my BYU! I love everything about it. Not just the football team but everything. I love that I was able to go to school there. I love that I am from a cougar family. I love that my nephews know more about BYU football than most grown-ups. I just love it, okay?!!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thank you to mother for wanting me enough to not get your tubes tied. Really appreciate it. Thank you dad for not leaving mother when you found out she was pregnant with me when you believed she had gotten her tubes tied. Love to all on this November 20.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sadly, this is not the only misunderstanding of a song for me. I was 21 years old when I realized that "Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree" was referring to the beautiful springtime blossoms. My childish mind literally believed I was singing about real popcorn growing on trees. Must have been the fat kid in me.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Today I was working and I felt my brain aching and falling asleep. Literally, I could feel it but I needed to get this grading done. I wanted to be home already but I was still at school, the last teacher there. I was stapling some packets together when after a few seconds I realized I was in pain. Then it took me even longer to realize where the throbbing was coming from. Then even longer to see blood. Then EVEN LONGER to mentally understand that I had just stapled my finger to some papers. Awesome.
This is something that somebody should be able to figure out the second it happened. Or they shouldn't be so brain dead and could prevent an incident like this. All in all, I am finally home with my bandaged up finger and I am very brain dead. I am watching "Friends" right now to try and give my brain a break from having to do anything.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
The carousel that had nothing to do with liberty/USA/pride
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Whew, just had to get that off my chest. This unexplainable event happened again last night when I went to the Timp vs. Mountain View football game to support my former students. Showing up in my OJH t-shirt I was presumed to be a student and of course, like always, my response was, "NO, I AM A TEACHER!"
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Alisha flew in for Kyle and Allison's wedding and so we got to spend all day Saturday together. I begged her to tell me what she really wanted to do and not just, "I will do whatever you like dear." She finally said she would like to stand in the Great Salt Lake. I looked at her puzzled but agreed to chaperone the event. Josh came down to help do Grammy's yard so we took a break and started our journey to the lake. Neither Josh nor myself have been out there in 5-10 years so after a minor "lost" detour we finally arrived on the island. I forgot that its actually quite beautiful. Well no, I didn't forget because everywhere in Utah is beautiful but it was nice to be reminded. I made the car listen to "Fur Traders and Trappers" while enjoying the history and scenery around us. And by enjoy I mean forcing the passengers to hear the great song about early mountain men finding the GSL and thinking it was the Pacific Ocean. It was kind of hard to find a spot in the lake that didn't look disgusting to stand in. Once we located a place, took a picture, and got the heck out of that water, our feet became salt ridden and white. It was gross yet so great at the same time. All in all it was a great experience that I, as a Utah history teacher and lover, should do more often. Next on my quest at the GSL is to see Spiral Jetty.
Friday, August 7, 2009
I picked grammy up in Kaysville and we headed to the Huntsman Cancer Institute for her treatment. She checked in and we went to wait in the lobby where grandma of course found somebody she knew. This gentleman had incidentally just read an article about my dad in the newspaper. My grandma and I had no idea why he would be in the paper and he said it was about the award. Puzzled we looked at each other. My dad is on a mission and has been for the last two years so what kind of award would he have gotten. Well it turns out he got the 2009 Mountain States Insurance attorney of the year. He really is the best lawyer even if he isn't handling cases. Nobody can compete with daddy. Way to go. Anyway, back to cancer. Grammie got her blood work done without even wincing. I believe anytime I have an IV or blood drawn I cry. 82 year old grandmother: nope. We had lunch in the hospital and it was delicious. No, believe me, it was delicious! Then we settled in upstairs in the chemo room. This was a depressing site to see. But all the patients no matter how sick they looked were so nice and in great spirits. Grandma and I sat there and played Reader's Digest games for 2 hours. She loves the jokes and word power. I might have just turned into a RD junkie myself. Then I pulled out the iPod touch to show grammie some pictures. That turned into a 40 minute session trying to get her to understand how it worked and what it could do.
After her infusion treatment I took her to visit her brother Michael and then we went to Cousin's salon to have her head shaved for her new wig. This is when it all sunk in as real. Yes, I had just spent the day with her in the hospital having a chemical drug pumped into her body but seeing her lose her hair without a wince showed me how brave she really is. She has done this before and she continues to fight through it because of her courage and faith. Grammie is the biggest example for goodness and strength. I am so grateful I was able to spend the day with her. She is my hero and I will continue fighting for a cure because I could never give up on her.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Raft for the Cure cake in the shape of a life jacket!
Double Arch as seen while laying on my back underneath it
The rafting crew (Heather didn't do the rafting, just the trip)
Sitting with the babies outside of the Chuck because they couldn't be
I went to Denver to visit Leslie. Her very gracious family let me stay with them for a few days so I could get my Nessle fix before she heads off to DC for a few months. She took me to a fancy - yes fancy - baseball game and I actually enjoyed myself at said sporting event. We saw the temple and the Platte River! I played school with her little sister Lauren. And the best part: we watched a late night movie on the couch, with glasses on, eating chocolate chips!
Just hanging out on the front row next to the dug out at the Rockies game
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
The title of this post implies multiple anniversaries so lets get to the second one. It was the 5th anniversary of BYU. This mostly marks meeting Ashton and Jessica, my roommates Freshman year. We have stayed close the last five years and they mean so much to me. My favorite memories in Provo are with them.
I blogged about all of this last year and as I looked back on it I feel like I have done a lot of growing up. It made me reflect on the things I have done in the last year, not just with teaching but with life in general. Last year I thought I had it all figured out. I was graduating with a job that I knew was perfect for me, a boyfriend that I thought was perfect for me, a lot of friends and family very close by that I saw all the time. I was happy. I thought my life was pretty much planned and on my way to easily enjoying the rest of it.
Things don't work out as planned. Orem Junior did change my life, Corey did too just not in the way I thought he would. I grew up through both of those experiences. I grew up by Josh get married. I grew up having to do most things by myself now. I grew up when Leslie moved out of Provo. I grew up when I started acting financially independent. I grew up with Grammies cancer battle again. I grew up by going through the temple. I grew up by watching Jen get married. I grew up finishing my first year teaching. I grew up by moving to the "older" part of Provo. Basically I have done a lot of things that I wouldn't have thought I was capable of. I am still a kid learning how to cope with life everyday but I am actually good at it. I can tackle what comes at me. I can overcome it. I can wait one more stinkin' year for those parents of mine to come home and take me to Lake Powell. I can do it. I can be single and graduated from college in Provo. I can teach those darn teenagers again. I can do it all but I have to give credit to how I think I do it all: Heavenly Father. Yep, He has helped me "grow up" in every way.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Longboarding down the hallway on the last day of school!
Walking down the "red carpet" entrance to the 9th grade dance on the arm of one of my students per his request
Monday, May 25, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Stay with me, you will see where I am going with this. The longer you are "inactive" the harder it is to come back. You feel like you owe everyone an explanation for your absence. You try to explain why and we all know its coming when we see you again. We don't really care what the excuse was, we are just excited to see you back in action. But you know whats worse than coming back after a long time of MIA? Only coming back once. Just stick to it people. Don't give it a lame a** try. Put forth some effort and get it done.
Monday, May 18, 2009
2 - the number of days I will do that in a row
7 - the number of school days left until my paid summer vacation begins
27- the day in June when I will be rafting for the cure
150 - the number of questions on the test I just wrote
3 - years with the same stupid calling
14 - the number of days before I take my 9th graders to DC with Cameo
78 - the amount of water I drank today in ounces
11 - the number of days I will be in Washington with the parents
2 - the hours I spent watching the Bachelorette
7 - the number of months since I kissed a boy
14 - my age when I knew I wanted to be a teacher
0 - the percentage of regret I have about actually becoming a teacher
13 - months until my parents come home
Monday, May 4, 2009
I think you are all well aware now that I love breast cancer. That is definitely not in question. What is in question is your attendance at the SLC Race for the Cure on May 9. If you live in Utah and you are a decent human, I should see you at the race. If you live in Utah and I do not see you at the race then you might suck at life. Yeah yeah, plans come up. Blah blah. This will help cure breast cancer people! Help cure my grammie. Online registration ends tomorrow but you can register the day of the race but its more $. For those of you who do not live in Utah you can go to the Komen website to find when a race for the cure will be going on in your neck of the woods. It is honestly one of the most empowering things you can do. Walking with thousands of people to better the world will help you believe in a cure, in humanity, and in yourselves. Please participate in a race somewhere this year. If you cannot I don't hate you. I Promise. But you can still contribute by donating to the cause at the website above.
Love, Ashley Ann
p.s. for anybody who is interested I will be doing the Raft for the Cure this summer. Look at the info HERE. Seems like fun!!!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
1. Band: I am in a band. It consists of me on the lap harp, Leslie on the flute, and Allison on the Piano. We had our first concert last night in my living room to an audience of 6. We were really amazing.
2. Goodbye: I met Leslie last year when she and I were forced to live under the same roof. One day I asked her if she wanted to come with me to pull a prank on this real douchie girl and she did. We have been in love ever since. The point of this is that she is leaving me next week for greener pastures (graduation). Good riddance Nessle. I didn't want you to stay over the summer anyway. I am not sad you are leaving. Did I convince anybody? Probably not. On this note, Alisha is leaving me also. You guys really suck. Good thing Heather came back and Jessica got into grad school or I might be suicidal.
3. Prize table: At the Jensen family Easter there was a prize table just for being there. I got some pretty great swag so thanks to the Jensens for letting me take your stuff and hang out with your daughter.
4. Race for the Cure: The 2009 Race for the Cure is on May 9. I am thinking about forming a walking team with shirts for grammie. Who is interested? FYI: there were 20,000 people at the last one and it was so much fun/sad/fun.
5. Countdown update: Just so you know my parents only have 13 fast Sundays until they come home from the mish. June 2010 or bust!
6. Spring Break: Its spring break right now in Alpine School District and its an entire week! I have never had a whole week off before but I am really loving this. When I was in school we had 3 days. And in college we had 0. If this is what Summer is like I am going to be really good at it (except the massive snow storm of course).
7. Nephew: I have a new nephew born to Mark and Lindsay on April 5. Henry Manning Horne is his name. I think he likes me but that is in comparison to how Bennett was treating me yesterday and lets just say he wasn't my #1 fan. But Henry is healthy and handsome. Now Jaimee needs to have her kid so we can have one more boy.
8. With the help of my peers I rightfully reclaimed previous property. Thank you.
9. Calling: With the end of the semester rapidly approaching I hope to get released from my calling. Is that bad to say? Probably but I have had it for two years and I want to be done. Ward hymnbook specialist please.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
This very random photo was taken at Shane Johnson's 26th birthday party. Shane is one of "the brothers" meaning he was my FHE brother when I lived at Liberty square plus he lived with 2 of his real brothers - hence we called them "the brothers." These men have changed my life. I love them all so here is a shout out to all of them: Shane, Daniel, and Jason Johnson, Justin, Michael, Ransom, and Billy kind of too. They would do anything for anybody, building you anything out of wood that they personally chopped down from a tree, take you camping, fix your bike, sing you clever songs, or talk to you on the phone for hours. I love them all very much.
Monday, March 16, 2009
p.s. I had a great surprise visit from Meagan this evening. It was just neat. The end.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Two weeks ago a slew of people (Josh, Holly, Allison, Kyle, Lani, Hillary, Alisha, Heather, Nessle, and my lovely self) went on the Fun Bus to Wendover. It was a great idea but like always, not well planned out. The Fun Bus was unforgettable. We played Bingo, ate great treats, chatted with great people, and had an all around great time. That was until Mary Lou (our hostess) announced that the economy was bad. How this was relevant we weren't sure. She continued on that because of this whole bad economy thing the free buffet (the entire reason we went to Wendover) closed at 10pm. We didn't arrive in Wendover until 9:30. We hustled our buns to the buffet and grabbed plate after plate of food. Just loading our tables up with crap. There was no time to enjoy the food because all of our time was spent collecting it.
I did however manage to really enjoy this (look up). After eating we quickly realized there is not much do in Wendover for a group of Mormons. After our very high stress and high calorie meal we traveled to the Nugget to enjoy some dancing. This is where we spent most of our evening until we got kicked out. After dancing we sat in the hallway under some stairs telling secrets and quietly chatting in a circle of very calm, sober, Mormons. This apparently looked threatening so 5 Wendover cops and 1 cook escorted us out the back of the casino. Wow. We quickly realized we had no where to go when we tried to re-enter through the front doors and they were waiting for us there to keep us out. Seriously? We just got rejected by Wendover for being quiet? What?? Well it really happened. The bus ride home didn't get much better when we tried to sleep at the same time drunk Linda was laughing for 4 hours straight. NOTHING is funny that long! A fight broke out on the Fun Bus around 4:30am. Things got interesting really fast. All I wanted in the world was to sleep but that just wasn't going to happen. After the most amazing night of my life I finally arrived back at the doorstep to my apartment at 6:05 am and slept until noon. I still haven't really recovered from the smell of nasty Wendover and a sleepless evening. It was however, worth it.
Now onto Provo rejecting me. I am 23. Graduated. Working full time. Single. Thats about all it takes to feel rejected by Provo and its residents. But thats not just it. We (Jessica, Heather, and I) were rejected by the dollar theatre two weekends in a row. Every movie we try to go see there is sold out. Since when does the dollar theatre sell out? I didn't think it even knew how. Each weekend we just ended up in my basement with a rental instead of the dollar. You see we try to get out in public and do social-ish things but Provo just won't let it happen. I try people, I really try. Its hard to be rejected on this level. Really hard.
On a completely random side note I need to shout out to Heather for finally acquiring a blog and Jessica for finally blogging again. Way to be good humans finally.
Monday, March 2, 2009
"I personally do not have faith in humanity. I don't believe in relying on the thought that some one will be there to catch you when you fall. its more safe to catch yourself because there won't always be someone there."
"Faith in humanity isn't something that i can comprehend because it is putting so much trust in humans and our society. To me its only a dream where we can put our full faith into humanity and trust in what we know."
"I think faith in humanity means that we believe in each other. It means that trust is strong and we are willing to help."
"Gerda never ran away or gave up. She had faith that someday, humanity would change they would stop the senseless killing and stop violence. Humanity is not meant to kill or be killed."
"After what happened in the Holocaust, I don't really have that much faith. The NAZIs hurt soooo many people from their own country. I'd rather have faith in myself because I know that if you're strong you can get through anything."
"Gerda was terrified, hungry, and sick while in the concentration camp. She never gave up hope. She even found goodness and kindness in one of the German guards."
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Just so you guys know, you can ride any bike you want at Bingham CycleryWe rode all over Provo. Best day ever. When we got back to Bingham Cyclery I called my mom and informed/asked her if I could buy a bike. Well she agreed to help out a little with the purchase and I threw in some of my money and viola, Lucy was mine. I rode her home and I was as happy as clam. Happier than any other human being on earth has ever been. Ever since that fateful day Lucy has been my center of gravity, the love of my life. She has always been an inside bike, never spending time outside unless we are on a ride. I could never leave her out there all alone. This might be to the detriment of my roommate relationships because I insist my bike lives inside, preferably in the living room so I can see her often. Here are some pictures chronicling her birthdays past. I love ya Luc!
just by giving them your drivers licence while you are out joy riding. This
is how Lucy came into my life so I think all of you should go try it. Any bike
in the store to ride for free! Its great. And it was an easy way to try out a
The greatest day of my life is when Lucy came to me. This picture was taken a few hours after I brought her home. Long live P2.
Lucy's 1st Birthday. I was so proud. Unfortunately the weather was not awesome like the day she came to me. It was actually a nasty blizzard outside. It also didn't help that my lame boyfriend at the time wouldn't let me throw a party for her because he thought that was too strange. He did not appreciate being her surrogate dad at all.
Lucy's 3rd birthday and of course another combined celebration for Josh Groban - hence our matching JoGro t-shirts.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I got to talk to mom and dad on the webcam a few days ago and they were curious to see what the Palsy looked like but there wasn't much to see. I refused to let them see me when I still looked pretty funny. The only thing they could notice was my delayed reaction blinking. Dad did ask me if I was winking at him.