little talks about giraffes

so,me, my mom, and my brother were talking about the end times (a topic which scares me and I tend to stay away from discussing...) and we got to the part about heaven on earth, and this is what happened:

Mum: imagine, it would be like the garden of Eden again, all perfect. 

neither the giraffe featured in this image nor the image itself belongs to me

Brother: yeah, that would be pretty cool.

Me: would all the animals be tame? could we walk up to them? could I ride a tiger? 

Mum: w-well...

Me: LIKE, COULD I HAVE A PET GIRAFFE AND RIDE IT?

Mum and Brother:.................................I don't know.

Mum: But think, the tribulation might be full of trials but, in the end, think of the reward-

Me: like, riding tame giraffes, and sitting on sharks while they swam around for you, and, playing with alligators, and cuddling with tigers-*is being stared at*.......it would be awesome. 

needless to say, i'm not so scared anymore.

i have a pet giraffe in my future, i'm sure of it.

What I wore Wednesday- For the First Time

First time for everything, right?  A long long while back, I asked what I could do to make my blog better, and while I don't remember when I asked it, I do remember Elisha said something about more fashion/outfit posts.  I thought it was a good idea, at first, but didn't think much of it, as I 1) Didn't think I actually dressed cute enough to make posts about. and 2) posts with pictures of just myself, my awkward self,  rather frightened me.
But, after being told by a couple different people that I have such a cute wardrobe (I'm still not a total believer, but whatevahs), and beginning to feel a bit more confident in front of the camera lens (more on that in another post), here I am! Doing my first "What I Wore Wednesday" post!

Have I ever told you how I almost became a model? no? Well, another tale for annother day.
(Don't freak out. It was just a little girl's beauty pageant where the winner would go to New York to talk with modelling agents.  I was only 5, and just enjoyed where the dresses, and having fancy hair).  But here I display all the sass and attitude (or perhaps I'm just hamming it up...) that I could have unleashed upon the world of models.  Consider yourself lucky. ;D

And, why I never became a model. XD How do they do jumping pictures in magazines where their hair stays clear from their face? Super Duper Incredible hairspray?  As it is, I look like I have a poofy beard...

 

I actually ended up going places today (errands, really).  A quick stop to the bank to solve a checking account problem, and a stop to the Post Office.  Really, the life of an almost adult is busy.  Though, be proud of me, I did all these things on my own.  I sat in the bank's office while he helped figure out why I was being charged $10 a month, and actually understood what he was saying when he discovered and explained why, and solved it! I, little Ashley who has often been called a ditz, solved a grown up problem on my own!

I'm quite proud of myself right now, if you haven't picked that up yet. 

So, break down of the outfit:

Turquoise (it is Turquoise, even if it looks more blue in the picture) and white tanks- Old Navy
Jeans- New York and Company
Tan half cardigan- New York and Company
Shoes- Local Thrift Store
Bracelet- Different Local Thrift shop.  It is actually a necklace that I've wrapped around to turn into a bracelet.


Cheerio me ol' Cream Puffs,
and peace out yo,
Add-O-lee.

The Author

She tapped her chin, and gazed at the sky of words before her.

“Still dwelling on what’s done?” A man came up behind her, standing a respectful distance from her, and yet the feeling of adoration was almost visible.

“No, not on what’s done, but what was left unfinished” she frowned, and twirled a creamy colored quill pen in the fingers of her right hand.

“You left, let your heart dwell here, my lady” he took a step forward, a frown of worry creasing his brow.

“But should I have left? Where they ready for me to step away?” she turned towards him, a strand of blond hair falling in her face, and she brushed it away, her eyes turning sad.  She added softly, with a tinge of remorse haunting her words, “Was I ready?”

“You know I am not capable of answering such questions for you, my lady”

She nodded, “I know…I know” she turned to look up at the dark sky absent of stars, but with cursive writing etched across it’s black expanse,  “they call for me, their Mother, to return”

“And will you?” the man moved to stand next to her on the balcony overlooking a most mystical land of rivers, mountains, shadows and lights.

She nodded, and slipped her hand in his, “Can I not?” he smiled, and squeezed her hand, “Writer Mother, do what you must.  You are our creator and you are the only one who can choose where your heart goes, but all I ask is…”

She nodded, knowing what he wanted to say, but was afraid to word.

She knew him, for he was a piece of her heart, as was this whole place, and every other place, every other world, her worlds.

“I will return to you, but I must finish the business I left undone.  My heart will never be easy until I finish writing what I had started” she smiled up at him, and for a moment, wanted to hug him close like a Mother to her child, “How can I not return to one of my children?”

He laughed lightly, “I don’t think you can” he folded her into a hug, holding his Author Mother close before backing away, “We shall await your return, my lady”

She gathered her long skirts about her, and went to stand near a shimmering doorway that appeared from thin air, its surface looking rather like an inked painting.

“Do you think I fully leave you? Even while I am with the others, I shall be here too; I cannot leave me children completely.  Even if it is in going to another” she blew him a kiss, and stepped through the doorway, her being disappearing into another fictional world bared to him.

And truth she had spoken, her heart remained.  It was divided among all her children, divided in all the worlds she had created; A piece of her forever remaining even when it was finished and grown.  Even when she set them to sail off on their own, as she stood on the shore, waving her banner, and drying her eyes with a fragranced handkerchief, she remained with them. Her mother spirit wafting like a gentle breeze.

He smiled, and took a deep breath, and watched as her writing instruments turned into a curl of smoke, and headed up towards the worded skies, doubtlessly going to join her in the other world she had left to.

And he turned back to the castle, heading to do the tasks the Author Mother had already set for him to do.

One doesn’t have much spare time when your Author likes to have dragons slain, trained, and befriended.

You know, I truly have no idea where this sprang from.....but, in case you wonder, its me and an unnamed male character.

And yet....I think I've started a new story as well.....

It was so weird.....and....nice. It just felt...just nice. 

Tell me if my constant writing chatter is boring you to tears....

 

Hoi.

Friends, are what make it all worthwhile
Just try and show a little style
And life can put a smile
On your face

-Love Always Comes As a Surprise-

 

I feel particularly sassy and sarcastic today, and weird. and wired. It probably has something to do with the fact that I've eaten more sweet things today then I have in the last 3 months. yay, go me.  I've also pumped out some pretty awesome writing today, so, I guess it's a little bit of a win-loss.  

Hey, guys, I have a huge confession.

I am in love with a physco murderer who lives in an ultimate lair.

Ha ha ha.

Got'cha.

Blogger keeps turning my font into italics, and I'm losing the fight with myself to keep changing it. gershgershgersh.

I laughed like RumpleStilken today. I made myself very proud of Me, then, I realized laughing like a maniac villain who I haven't even watched wasn't a very good idea. 

I realize I should be writing, but, well, I'm kinda at a difficult place, so I'm chickening and just blogging instead. Hey, I could be doing worse things....like Tumblr.

I have another confession...I'm not a big Scottish accent fan, much preferring the Irish accent, but, Gerry has a beautiful accent. He really does. 

You will notice, I'm still typing in Italics.

And, I just noticed my font is smaller too. It's not intentional, I accidental didn't change it from the beginning song lyrics. oops. and i'm lazy right now. oh look. i didn't capitalize. 

nanowrimo is teaching my some very bad habits of not fixing typos and stuff.

in fact, i've just kinda gotten to where i just let the word doc tell me if stuff will be fixed, and some of it is fixed automatically. thats really nice.

really really nice.

 

i probably look either a) really lazy or b) really copycat right now, since i'm all 'small font, no capitals' right now.

but i swear im not.

i'm just tired, and ive been writing all day.

and i'm feeling strangely wired too.

i just feel strange. lets leave it at that.

i'm always strange though......

i have a question. 

if you argue with an idiot, are you the bigger idiot for arguing with someone of lesser intelligence then you? and if that is the case, then that would automatically make the other guy the lesser idiot, which would mean you are arguing with someone of greater intelligence then yourself, which means you wouldn't be the greater idiot, so would that automatically shift you to the lesser idiot?

and that probably made no sense.

go to bed, ashley. you're tired.

good night strange world. actually, i might write more....

or go to bed.

or write....

or tumblr.

tumblr is always a good idea.

(Oh, I am almost at 40K! YAYAYAYAYA me!)

ya know, that capitalized stuff is pretty nice....no. ocd, kick in. now. now. ocd, where are you? tell me i need to spell things right. why are you failing me?

The Urge To Be

I have never been plagued with the 'Follower-Contest' and 'Lack-Of-Popularity-Depression' that so many other Bloggers have been plagued with. I think it's because I started out with this blog (Then named 'Notes From the Field'. Gosh, I'm a totally different person then when I first started this blog) I didn't have any goal in mind other then for it to be an online journal. I had only one follower, and it was fine by me. That follower was my then-best Friend, and we talked weekly, yet still kept up with each others blogs. I was, and have been, perfectly content with the follower count, popularity, and such. Comments could be higher, but oh well.

Green hair? It's a edit, I swear. My hair is NOT green. I've very much a blond. Very much.

But I'm not a blogger goddess with no pitfalls. By no means am I. While I might not be desperate for more followers, pining for more comments, or trying boost my overall popularity, I have my own thorn.

The Desire to be whimsical.

Ok, that's enough. Stop laughing. It's true! I look at Bloggers like Rachel, Jocee, Lucia, and Annika, and think, "That's how I want to be. I want to be whimsical. I want to spell everything in lowercases, Use only my own photography in posts, Have random photoshoots of myself and use them in posts, And eat a Rainbow unicorn poop Cupcake a day. Because I think Jocee does".
Ok, so, kidding on that last part, maybe, but I'm serious. I want to be whimsical, and well, try as I might to tell myself otherwise, that's not who I am.

I like Video games that involve killing (NOT whimsical AT ALL). I get cupcakes once a year. I always capitalize. Even Things That Don't Need To Be Capitalized. Literally. It hurts me to NOT capitalize things. Sometimes, I'm just to lazy to use just my own photography in posts (Im actually working on that, though. Copyright infringement, KWIM?). I use abbreviations and smily faces, XD ^.^ KWIM LOL :) (: ;D and I use them often.
I don't have any Bohemian in me, unless you count a singular passion for Henna. I'm not the Anne Shirley type. I don't see fairies behind every door, and Magic in everyone's eyes. I adore Anne, but I'm not her.
And in case you ask, I'm Jo March. 100% Jo March.
I make typos. Becuase Im noy pergect. (unlike Jocee).
I don't write Posts in prose (like Rachel).
And I don't make Black and White look like color (Like Lucia).
I don't have big pictures and a darling little font (like Annika) because, I'm American and I like things big. (Joking).
I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, I don't find inspiration in cupcakes and dust and Dirty Fingers and Everything in between.

I'm just not whimsical.

I'm not them.

I'm me.

And even while writing this, I took 3 minutes trying to decide what to title it. I originally had "The Urge to be" but wanted to change it to something that was one word. Since, subconscienely, I was noting, that is what Rachel does. And thats the 'popular' thing to do. One worded Blog post titles.  But I caught myself, gave myself a mental scolding, and changed it back to 'The Urge To Be'.

That is my error. I try to make myself different, even in real life, I stretch and pull myself to be different. It's not intentional, I don't even notice I do it until a Thor-like lightning bolt hits me square in the cranium. A friend says she likes Breaking Benjamin, and Skillet, a week later, so do I. It's not that I try to be like others in that way, I don't want to fit any preset form. But, I don't like telling people I don't like something they love. So, I teach myself to love it. I teach myself to be a chameleon and change colors. But I do it so often, it's sometimes hard to remember what color I really am.

If I don't watch out, I'll lose my identity.

I'm me. Ashley Tahg (The One to Blame). I'm weird, I don't follow any fashion style unless its mine. I don't type in lowercase. I love superheroes and Halo to much to be whimsical. I like cheesecake more then cupcakes. I don't have a mini font. I use Pinterest pictures in posts sometimes. My post titles are rarely inspiration on their own. I take pictures of things, not myself. I have my own style, voice, and path. I need to stop urging myself to be something else.

Who are you?

Feels (In other words, just a plain, goofy ramble)

I have been running on feels all day. I know I'm going to have a break down, but, eh. I'm on cloud 9 with thunderbolts, so, why care? 

The sad thing is, I don't even know what is making these oh-so-giddy feels, or, what started them.  Feels rarely need any great thing to continue their burning, absorbing, devouring flame.   

I highly doubt it started with 'The City Of Ember', which, I read in about 5 hours flat.  And then, I promptly started reading Eion Colfer's 'The Supernaturalist'.  And ya know, THAT was what probably started it. I always get extremely giddy and exited and emotional when reading Mr. Colfer's books, even if they aren't that special. Which, is why I tend to have difficulties reviewing the books....I am very biased, and I know it, so, I take it harder on them, and look for bad things, but I don't believe the bad things and...ugh. I get in such a stinky, self made mess.  And to think, it all started because of a Naughty 12 year old boy who still believed in fairies. And happened to be a Criminal mastermind. With an awesome Butler, named, Butler. Yeah.

ACTUALLY, no. I just remembered, I now know, without a single doubt, WHAT started these feels which has led to this I-must-be-drugged-I'm-so-happy day.....

This Facebook page.

You simply WON'T understand the gloriosity of this page, the sheer epicness, the amazing delight, the supercalfragilisticexpialidocous of it, unless you follow THIS girl's blog, and have kept up to date on her Novel (Which will be published in May!) called 'Monster'.  So, if you want a giddy, I'm-drugged sorta day, I suggest you get to know Mir. He is a DOLL. Any girl would love him. Come to think about it, I can't remember if there is any girl who DOESN'T....

So, anyway, thanks to Mir having a facebook page, I've been happy, and giddy, and all around good natured. You want proof? I got up at 6 AM, and didn't kill anyone. Or yell, or throw something, or eat some one's brains (I get rather Zombie-ish during early mornings).   And, for the most part, I've just sang songs, fangirled over Scar, and saved the world from, ya know, normal things. 

And then I saw it.

I have no idea why I haven't seen it before, I mean, Honestly, I've heard of it, but how could I have missed up on seeing it?!?!?  

THIS. THING. I stumbled upon the Ranger's apprentice series. By mere accident, on Pinterest.....I didn't care what it was about, or who it was about, or if it was a cheesy book, or an awesome book, this was my reaction:

"THEY HAVE CLOAKS. AND ARROWS. AND HOODS. AND CLOAKS. AND HOODS. AND OH THEY ARE GUYS IN CLOAKS AND HOODS. FORGET VAMPIRES. THEY HAVE CLOAKS AND HOODS. CLOOOOAAAKKKS AND HOOOOOODS!!!!!!"

I say, I might have a slight mental problem when I see men in Cloaks and Hoods.

ehehehehehe. ^^^^^^ It even looks like me.....^^^^^^

But, nothing says, "I am a mysterious man, with a tragic back story to boot, so love me" more then a fellow wearing a cloak and hood.
And then, I rode my pink, puffy feels cloud over to Paperbackswap.com, where I discovered that, GARBANZO! ITS FATE!,  The first book is available, and I have like,2 or 3, extra credits to spend on whatsoever I please. 

So, I'm full of pink, bubblegum feels, and I discovered if you accidentally make a slip up while typing 'pink' it comes out 'oink'.

It has been said idiots are easily entertained, and I'm trying to decide if that's a hint in my life...


The girl with feels,
The girl who plans irony (Is that irony?),
and the girl who just ordered 'Wicked'.
Ashley

||Spilled||

I don't talk about it much on here, and I really don't have a true reason, other then, I honestly don't think about it much anymore.

But, a dear friend (Oh how much more she has gone through) sparked the inspiration to talk about my thorn.

I have Knee Bursitis.

Bursitis is a condition when the padding in your joints (Called Bursea) becomes inflamed. It's pretty painful at times. Thankfully, it isn't an all the time ache (Thank the Lord) but when it does, it can get pretty crippling.   I'm not going to go into much detail over it, except, that when you can't run, or be terribly active because otherwise, your knees feel like they are about to crumble, and make you fall, you feel....awkward.  It's no fun having to sit out at your brother's 5K races, and tell everyone "I don't like running" when, there is nothing you;d like more then being able to try at least once.  When all your friends try goading you into running on Thursday nights with them, and you can't, because you know all to well how your knees will put up with that, it hurts. 
I try not talking about it to much, because, the less I talk about it, the less I notice it. I might get my times when I seem to do nothing except complain about the pain (Thank the Lord for a Mum who listens to my sniveling) , but I'd rather not have to pain to complain about.

I also get phantom pains in my neck and back (We have no idea why. It just hurts bad enough to make me wish I was bedridden).  And I can't remember when I ever got a normal headache instead of a migraine.

My point is, I hurt a lot. I hurt and don't notice it. And, sometimes, the pain is comforting, sometimes I use it as a crutch.  'I can't exercise, If I put to much pressure on my knees, I might push them to hard, and end up sitting in a ball, clutching them and crying' I've thought. It's true, I have to be careful on how I deal with my knees, I need to be careful to only wear high heels when I HAVE to (Or, when I am prepared to be in serious pain during and afterward. Does anybody realize how BAD heeled shoes are for your knees?!?!) and I have to be careful not to over do it, but there is nothing keeping me from taking a brisk walk. A 5K, not so much, but a walk isn't going to kill me.

I've wondered about surgery for my knees, but my family changed our diet, and it helps. It hasn't cured, there is no cure, but it helps. I don't spend as many nights crying and wishing my legs could just be cut off.  And, I've learned how to deal with and block out most pain.  There have been some times, I've taken so many pain meds, I've scared my EMT Daddy, but I'm able to block most pain out.

Through it all, I've learned a couple things I never would have learned. One) I can deal with a lot more then I thought I could. I'm a wimp when it comes to pain. Always have been, probably always will. But, when I hurt the most, I always end up thinking, "It's not so bad. It could be worse" It's taught me to be a little bit tougher then I was before.  Two) It's taught me to sympathize. When you are in pain, nothing is more comforting then someone who has 'been there before'. Sure, comfort from anybody is welcome, but it always means more when someone knows how you feel, I can do that now. Even if I don't have it as bad as others.  And Three) It's taught me, strangely, that someone always has it worse then you. I don't know how, or why I've learned this, but it has. I've learned that I might hurt, but I never have it the worst. Even when I'm crying and complaining to you, I know this. It IS in fact possible to complain without meaning the complaints. XD

And, of course, it's taught me simple stuff, like, which Pain reliever my body excepts best, the best way to lay flat on your back, how much neck elevation will give me a killer neck ache come morning, which shoes are best on your knees, and other stuff like that.

Again, I don't have it as bad as others, I won't claim to have any great and terrible illness. I know how to sorta control mine, and it can be kept under wraps as long as I eat well, and don't put any strain on my knees (I don't know how to control my migraines and neck/back aches...but they don't hurt all the time anyway). But, each person has their own battle. Just because ours isn't as big as someone else's doesn't mean it still isn't our own battle and thorn.  We each have the weakness of body, and we each have the ability to kick that weakness' butt.

I might have Bursitis, but I won't let Bursitis have me.

Inspired by Sky Destrian and her new blog, 'Spill the Beans'. It's a network where Teens with chronic pain can connect and uplift each other. 

The Facebook // And Blog

Uglies

I don't understand myself. Aren't we supposed to fall in love with the Prince Charming in Fairy Tales? Not the old troll. But I don't. In Phantom of the Opera, I detested Raoul, even though he was beautifully handsome, a Viscount, and Christine's obvious love. And I loved Erik. The ugly, terrible, hideous Erik. The man with very likely mental problems. The man who preferred darkness and gloom to light. But wasn't opposed to Christine showing him light.

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Then in the Inheritance Cycle. The moment Durza was introduced, my heart quickened. I tossed Eragon aside, and went after the Shade. The ugly, horrid, evil Shade.

I'm reading a book called "Ashes, Ashes" by Jo Treggiari. In it, we have two brothers. One toned, handsome, funny, totally lovable. The other is a survivor of a illness between the Bird Flu and the Zombie virus. His skin has a charred look, and his eyes are red. He dresses like the grim reaper, while wearing a mask so he won't scare people with his looks. I'm very certain you can guess my favorite.

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What is wrong with me? Why do I love the ugly, unlovable, horrid people? Am I a goth under my retro, pink self?

And then, there is a book Mirriam is writing. I'm a beta-reader, and I can't give you much details since I don't know how much I CAN give away (just, let me say....it's aaawwwweeessssoooommmmeeeee!!!)
But there is a certain character, considered a monster, he appears hardly human. Black tears, glowing eyes, etc etc....but I actually wept for him. My heart hurt so bad for this man. All he needs is love.

Untitled from Myfonwy O'Neal on Vimeo.

When I read books with terrible monsters, I always cry, and think, "Oh, if only somebody loved them, they would never be like this".

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If somebody had loved Erik, he would've never lived under the Opera house, never would he have kidnapped Christine, never wept over his own face. For he would know somebody loved him without a thought of his face.

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If someone loved Durza, he might not have needed to become evil to get his ways. If somebody had shown him true, enduring love, he wouldn't have even considered being vile.

If someone loved Monster (he does have a name...but...I don't know if I can say it) he might not have been put into the Underneath to start with. Those who loved him wouldn't have let that happen.

Sammy from "Ashes, Ashes" got sick, and someone already did love him. 2 somebodies, actually. But he wasn't afraid to show his face at times. He didn't weep over those who were scared of him. He made it his goal to become friends with them. That's what Erik could've been. Sammy is Erik, with a different story.

I could go on. Darth Vader (I think his problem was to much love. Another reason to hate Anakin. But that goes for another post..), The Hirogen, Loki, Moriarty. I'm always liking the terrible villains who should be despised. But I don't. I love them. I dream of them.


What is wrong with me?

*NOTE*
None of these images are mine. All our 'borrowed'. I have the credit under each one. I dinna steal, so don't accuse me.

In the 80's!!!

Before I begin my very much fun post...You deserve to see this video:

Now.  I'm not much of a fan of the Eighties...they hair styles, clothing, everything, just seems really 'out there'. And even while I'm an outgoing (at times) person, I'm not THAT out going.

So. I was invited to an 80's themed party by a good friend of mine, Sarah. (sorry, she hasn't a blog, Tumblr or Pinterest I can link to). at first I was like, "oh, just get some Stone washed jeans, a colorful shirt, I'll be ready to go!" And I might have been able to skimp on that, had my Mother, dear Mama, not remembered so MUCH about that time period. Lovely.

See how I went? Oh, L-R: Joanna, Me, Sarah, Rachel, Bethany.

We went to Goodwill, bought as close to Stone washed as we could find pants, that shirt (which I LOVE), The Belt, and then, Mama teased my hair. Mama had a blast. Naturally, she didn't primp herself up AT ALL.  Each time Mama had me look at my hair and see if I liked it, I would do a dying moan noise. Honestly, I couldn't believe she was doing this to me.  I dearly hoped I wouldn't be the only one to be in dress.

Ok....so maybe I was the most 'out there' person attending...it was worth it as soon as Sarah saw my wild hair, and colorful outfit. "I LOVE IT!!!" said she. And, we all know, making a birthday girl (even if her brithday was a couple months ago, and her family just got around the the celabration) happy is the point of the day.

 Earrings and hair sprayed hair. Boy, we emptied nearly our whole Hair Spray bottle on my hair.

 If you dont look at ALL of my hair, it DOES look a little cute...

 Me, and Joanna. Best girl ever.

 Doesn't this look like a 80s year book picture?

 80s poof.

We did indeed have so much fun! We played a few games, but most of it was spent talking. And Sarah just gets more, and more awesome.

 After cake and Pizza, they turned on a bubble and fog machine. I officially want a fog machine now. It was so cool. Everything had the 80's (cigarette) haze to it!

 Another outfit thing, see my lovely belt? I really like the belt and shirt. They are SO comfy.

 A disco ball! Added a fun touch.

 They had various posters set up around the room, and this was one of them.

 Another one. My favorite one. If I could meet any President, dead or Alive, I'd pick Reagan. He is just incredible.

Reagan also happens to be Joanna's hero as well. She needed this picture.

It was fun, getting out and dressing weird. I'm not the type to stand out and be the center. I don't like dressing funky, or taking fun chances. Getting out of my comfort zone is good for me, however. 

Highlights:

Disco lights//Hair that doesn't move//Dr.Thunder//Red Velvet cupcakes//Phantom of the Opera songs//Giving Gifts//Super Amazing People//My favorite color blue//Pink Socks//Bubbles//Artificial Fog//Old Songs//Old Movies//Doing new things//Sarah//Joanna//Rachel//Bethany//Thank Goodness, Instagram//Star Trek Funny Stories//Riding in a Mustang//Domino's Pizza.

Expanding yourself, Nothing else like it.

And, hey! This was nonschooler homeschooling! I did History today...first hand.

Signed with a hairspray bottle,

Read this. Its a blog party with prizes!

I decided to join Abigail Craft's blog party!! Here is MY answers:

 Hello! I'm Ashley!  Yeah, me!  I am many things, in many ways. Like, A Trekkie and Warsy.  A Vintage chic, and a wannabe fashioner.  A Christian, a Sister. A photographer, a Alician, a Holmes lover, and all things me!

1} What's the nerdiest/geekiest/weirdest thing about you?

 Oh, where might I begin?  I love both Star Trek, AND Star wars.

The big question!

I love the Borg.

I have a flash mob planned involving Star Trek.

Sometimes I try to talk like Darth Vader, or Diana Troi.

And thats just for starters.  I can print a whole brochure, if needed.

2} If you could live in a fictional universe from any book, movie, or television show, what would it be?

Hard one.  Maybe Wonderland, 

 Or Star Trek Space.

Or, I'd go to Coruscant.

And fly with Anakin.  Cuz, I think that would be fun!

 BUT, Naboo might be a great spot as well!

3} Little or big, practical or frivolous, what is one of your favorite items in your house?

 Hmm....This computer.   Or, my Jewelry box.  Or, my Bibles.  Pick one.

 4} Do you like animated movies? If so, what is your favorite?

 Are you kidding? I have 6 little siblings, and we watch A LOT of animated! My favorite is probably Tangled or Shrek 1.

5} What is your favorite household chore?

Hmmm.....{Cocks head}...Making my Bed, and cleaning my bedroom.  I just never do it.

6} What's your favorite thing to get at Starbucks (or your favorite coffee shop)?

  Anything Cappuccino.

7} What is your favorite pizza topping?

Mushrooms, and Sausage!

8} Waffles or pancakes?

 Waffles!! Pancakes are just nasty.

9} Do you like to play games? If so, what is your favorite?

 Who doesn't?  Poker, Scrabble, Shanghai,  Monopoly (cuz I am a Dice witch), Risk, and THOSE are just the board/card games!

10} Have you ever let anyone win a game?

Once or twice, If I play with little kids, yes.  My aged kids or older, No way.  Its TO THE DEATH!

11} Have you ever dyed your hair?

 Nope.  But, someday...

12} Do you make your bed every morning?

 Yes. 

13} Picasso or Norman Rockwell?

 Norman Rockwell.  I don't like Picasso's weird faces.

14} Do you like carpet, tile, or hardwood floors

 Hm, I like Tile for the look, Hardwood for the ease, and Carpet for the feel.  Go figure.

15} If you could put one thing in a safe under your bed, what would it be?

 I don't know if a safe would FIT under my bed! But if one could, All my past journals!

16} What's your favorite condiment?

 Ketchup. Same ol, same ol.

17} Have you ever thrown up on someone (excluding when you were a child)?

 I can easily say, No, I haven't. Talk about random!

18} What was the last thing that made you laugh?

 THIS. Data and Deanna's faces are SO funny!!


19} Think fast...what's the first song that pops into your head?
The Call by Regina Bella Spektor.  First song on my playlist. 


THAT was fun.  

Oh, thought y'all might like to know, I no longer look like that in my picture. My hair was cut.  To the shoulders, short.  And, it looks kinda retro when I use a Curling Iron!!!! I love it.  AND, I got it cut at Merle Norman.  I felt super.  I love it.  

This is kinda how it looks, only, my hair is different from hers, naturally. But it still looks BEAUTIFUL. If I may say so. :-D

A B C me.

 I thought I'd do this, as just about EVERYONE else is, and it looks fun.  PLUS, you readers can get to know me a little better!


A. Age: 15

B. Bed size: Twin.  Not to big, not to small.  I'd get lost in a big bed.

C. Chore that you hate: Hmm...I'm odd in the way I really don't mind washing dishes or folding clothes (gives me time to plot out stories or fix character problems).  The least favorite chore would probably be cleaning bathrooms.  Especially when you have two brothers....{shudder}.  Need I say more?

D. Dogs: One.  A bouncy, super hyper, over the top Jack Russel named Ella.

 Isn't she sweet looking? 

E. Essential start to your day: Put on my glasses.   Walk around like a zombie for 30 min.  Than, I slowly kick into awake gear, and I'm pretty much ready to roll!

F. Favorite Color: Red, Pink and sometimes White.  Oh, and black and Robin's egg blue is pretty too.  And by red, I mean Retro red.  Not brick, blood or any other sort.

G. Gold or Silver? Silver.  Gold looks too...goldish.

H. Height: 5 somethun.  I COULD go look at my permit and see...but I don't wish to go ALL the way across the house, FIND my purse. DIG to find my wallet...to much work.

I. Instruments you play: My voice.  But I'll be learning flute this year, YAY!

J. Job title: Full time sister, Part time assistant teacher, Full time student.  Short order cook.  The life of an oldest sister.

K. Kids: 0.  Although, I think Ella thinks I'm hr Mother or something.  If so, she is a spiled rotten little kid who needs a spanking.  Bad little kid, chewing up cords, barking to get her way, and all manners of bad manners.

L. Live: Wonderland.  I'm Alice! Ok, not really.  But it doesn't please me to give away my state.  What if I just said, I live in the south? Happy? Good.

M. Mother's name: Brandy.

N. Nicknames: Addy. 

O. Overnight hospital stays: When I was born, I stayed overnight.


P. Pet peeves: The word, 'Samich'.  bad grammar, (facebook nearly KILLS me!).  I'm pretty peeve less, otherwise!

Q. Quote from a movie: "Have I gone mad?"  "I'm afraid so, absolutely bonkers...But I'll tell you a secret, all the best people are".  Alice and the Mad Hatter.
 
R. Right or left handed: Right. 

S. Siblings: 8. Look on my Family page.

T. Time you wake up: 6:30 on weekdays, whenever I wake up on weekends.

U. Underwear? Uh..yes. I DO wear them.  Could whoever wrote this not find a better 'U' then this?  Like, Unicorns, or Umbrellas, or Unicycle?

V. Vegetable you hate: I am a veggie person..maybe Eggplant.  Is peanuts were veggies, I'd say that.  But their not.

W. What makes you run late? I don't really know.  I think time just jumps ahead when we're not looking.

X. X-rays you've had: My teeth.  I think I've had one other, I just can't remember it.

Y. Yummy food that you make: Everybody really likes my Spaghetti.  I have an unusual spice I put in it.  And no, you can't worm it outa me.

Z. Zoo animal: Zebras.  Not Monkeys though.  I HATE Monkeys.


Well, thats that!


Any questions?