tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57338899024759940522024-03-05T10:22:38.156-06:00Understanding MeAbout me :)SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-77550952013762371592011-10-31T14:10:00.000-05:002011-10-31T14:10:56.362-05:00Baby I can see your halo...You know you're my saving grace...<div style="text-align: center;">Well boys and girls!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here I am!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Halloween!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have been seeing this guy :)<br />
His name is Brandon<br />
and he is amazing.<br />
He treats me so well,</div><div style="text-align: center;">just like a Princess.<br />
<br />
I think this Cinderella<br />
finally found her <br />
Prince Charming...<br />
For now, let's just<br />
see how things turn out.<br />
<br />
:)<br />
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In other news!!! I am<br />
all registered for school!<br />
I start January 9th for<br />
Elementary Education!<br />
<br />
Books are gonna cost me<br />
out of the tushie! D:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well thats all I have for now...<br />
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<br />
PL&CC<br />
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<3Ashley</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-75514299780077957502011-10-14T22:50:00.000-05:002011-10-14T22:50:10.941-05:00It's been a while.<div align="center">There are a lot of things going on.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">A LOT.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">It's been more stressful than ever lately.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My moms been in more pain</div><div align="center">and I dont know what to do.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My uncle is an ass</div><div align="center">and is losing the family he</div><div align="center">has because he wants </div><div align="center">to act like hes 2.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">We are barely going</div><div align="center">to make the bills this month.</div><div align="center">:(</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I've lost 3 dear</div><div align="center">friends this month</div><div align="center">for no damn reason.</div><div align="center">(they just stopped talking to me</div><div align="center">and idk why)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I just wish everything would</div><div align="center">go right for once!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The only things that have been</div><div align="center">going right, is the fact</div><div align="center">I start school in</div><div align="center">January and I have my</div><div align="center">friends and family.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I just... I dont</div><div align="center">know anymore...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I think its bedtime.</div><div align="center">Sorry for the shitty blog. (</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3Ashley</div><div align="center">*PL&H*</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-15082142927273534782011-08-17T21:56:00.000-05:002011-08-17T21:56:02.293-05:00You, me, and heartbreaks...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiii9OEix-KGHU3OKPSp_nnuj9qzsAtTw-neHc76P4qpgoXt7kdahzBubmmR6iswnZ9RdfY6mkVB4-raVaFCxgzOhID_OsTSQc5sG-hnCOm4gF2q3mMDas7uDepylpBfrg3eSlzFvtEbDA/s1600/arrrr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiii9OEix-KGHU3OKPSp_nnuj9qzsAtTw-neHc76P4qpgoXt7kdahzBubmmR6iswnZ9RdfY6mkVB4-raVaFCxgzOhID_OsTSQc5sG-hnCOm4gF2q3mMDas7uDepylpBfrg3eSlzFvtEbDA/s320/arrrr.jpg" width="190px" /></a></div><div align="center">Funny little cupcake, aren't I??</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> I’m sitting here, with a coke zero</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">On one side of me, my phone on</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">My leg, my itunes on,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">In pajamas, AND a band-aid</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">On my pinky finger.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I broke my nail straight across</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Today at work</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">While helping a customer.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I was a baby and put a band-aid over it.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">(Yes, I got a job at Staples!)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><h1 style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Listening to: The Only Exception-Paramore</span></h1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">So, I have been thinking</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">About the good and bad things</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Lately.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b>UPDATE!</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">For those who have not</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Heard, R****** has</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Been being a dick</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">As usual.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I went to my friends birthday</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Party a week ago and </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Had 3 shots.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I feel asleep on the couch</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">And he called twice.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I was sleeping so of course</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I didn’t answer.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Well when I called</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Him back, he called me</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">A whore, slut, cutting bitch,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Cock sucking whore, trith,</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Whining slut, etc</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Etc…etc…etc…</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b>Listening to: Slide- GooGoo Dolls!</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Great isn’t it? Being</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Called all of those things?</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Way to make my self-esteem</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">And self-confidence</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Shoot threw the</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Damn roof!</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Anyways… Work has been</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Great! I have been </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Doing so well!</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I have been getting really</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Good compliments from</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">The managers and senior</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Associates. Not to </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">mention customers!</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Even though, there</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Are something’s</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I need to work on,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">I have been doing well…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b>Listening to: Just A Kiss- Lady Antebellum</b><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Well, now there is a new subject.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Some of my readers know about this.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I am in love.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">(I know, I know but just read)</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I have been for quite a while.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I.E. 4 years!</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">And NO! It’s not R******. </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">He is my best friend.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Even he knows!</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I can’t wait to see him.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Vacation soon?</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I think so!</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Well, fuck that. He just lost</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Me. Possibly for good.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b>Listening to: What’s This? -Flyleaf.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Well, I guess He-who-must-</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Not-be-named was right.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I’ll never be good enough</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">For someone.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Obviously not, since</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">My heart is being </div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Broken.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">I just wanna be loved</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">By someone who wants me.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Not a “Oh you wear</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Your heart on your sleeve</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">So I’m gonna use you”</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">Relationship.</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Listening to: Uprising- Muse</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">I think I'm done for now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">I seem to be all</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">jumbled from everything </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">that happened in the</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">past oh, idk...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">10 minutes???</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">More later.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><3Ashley</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">*PL&H*</span></div></span>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-12725088631635145222011-07-30T15:00:00.000-05:002011-07-30T15:00:16.251-05:00A new me...<div align="center">This entry is dedicated</div><div align="center">to my best friend!</div><div align="center">*well part of it anyway*</div><div align="center">:)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Well, since I have been home</div><div align="center">I have seen some changes.</div><div align="center">I think the have been good</div><div align="center">changes but I have been</div><div align="center">told they are bad.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I have been acting differently</div><div align="center">and trying to get a good head</div><div align="center">on my shoulders.</div><div align="center">Getting everything</div><div align="center">put into place and trying</div><div align="center">to get back into</div><div align="center">a good habit.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Its going good so far.</div><div align="center">I have my best friend,</div><div align="center">family, a job,</div><div align="center">a place to live,</div><div align="center"> and a car to use until</div><div align="center"> I can get one.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I am done being way</div><div align="center">to nice to people who</div><div align="center">do not deserve it.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My bestie is</div><div align="center">helping me reaslize</div><div align="center">I am much to nice.</div><div align="center">I shouldnt be wearing my </div><div align="center">heart on my sleeve like</div><div align="center">I have been.</div><div align="center">Being way too nice</div><div align="center">has been my </div><div align="center">biggest down fall.</div><div align="center">I forgive without </div><div align="center">thinking about the bad</div><div align="center">things that have happened.</div><div align="center">I forgive without</div><div align="center">realising I am </div><div align="center">setting myself up again.</div><div align="center">This will happen</div><div align="center">NO MORE.</div><div align="center">No more</div><div align="center">Ms. Nice Girl.</div><div align="center">Shes gone.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Well, this is all</div><div align="center">I can think of right now.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">More later.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3Ashley</div><div align="center">*PL&H*</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-57716668733292807602011-07-25T17:37:00.000-05:002011-07-25T17:37:18.599-05:00Just links for my favorite songs today!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yP4qdefD2To&ob=av2e">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yP4qdefD2To&ob=av2e</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wxOVn99FTE&ob=av2e">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wxOVn99FTE&ob=av2e</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WoJV4NLxqg">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WoJV4NLxqg</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuID7HgjD_E">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuID7HgjD_E</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-56158158663338224152011-07-20T21:17:00.000-05:002011-07-20T21:17:19.857-05:00My mother.<div align="center">I know I </div><div align="center">talk about my mom</div><div align="center">sometimes and</div><div align="center">not nessicarily</div><div align="center">in a good way at times,</div><div align="center">but todays blog is all about her.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I love my mom. She</div><div align="center">is my hero for many reasons.</div><div align="center">Being a young mother</div><div align="center">at the age of 20, she did what</div><div align="center">she could to give us a life</div><div align="center">we could be proud of.</div><div align="center">She divorced the man who</div><div align="center">helped create me. </div><div align="center">(I dont not recognise him</div><div align="center">as my father.)</div><div align="center">She worked 2 </div><div align="center">jobs and went to school,</div><div align="center">just so we could have </div><div align="center">a place to live, clothes, food, </div><div align="center">and the nessicary items</div><div align="center">to have a comfortable place to live.</div><div align="center">She never asked for any help unless</div><div align="center">we really needed it.</div><div align="center">I dont want to say</div><div align="center">my mother was proud of</div><div align="center">everything, but she did </div><div align="center">what she had to do.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My mother did the</div><div align="center">best she could in raising me </div><div align="center">the way I should be raised.</div><div align="center">I have made mistakes, </div><div align="center">but who hasnt?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">When I was in 5th grade,</div><div align="center">my mom married again.</div><div align="center">I am proud to say</div><div align="center">she is happy :)</div><div align="center">They are going to celebrate</div><div align="center">their 11th anniversary this year.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">A few years ago my mom</div><div align="center">was diagnosed with</div><div align="center">Fibromyaliga.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">For those who do not</div><div align="center">know what it is, fibromyaliga</div><div align="center">is a chronic disorder characterized by </div><div align="center">widespread musculoskeletal pain, fatigue, </div><div align="center">and tenderness in localized areas.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">She never complains that she is</div><div align="center">in pain or that shes hurting.</div><div align="center">She works 7-14 days STRAIGHT</div><div align="center">It hurts to see how much pain she is</div><div align="center">in. She can't sleep in her own bed</div><div align="center">because her hips hurt really</div><div align="center">bad when she lays flat so</div><div align="center">she sleeps in the recliner.</div><div align="center">It makes me mad when</div><div align="center">others are like "oh im in</div><div align="center">so much pain from (insert words here)"</div><div align="center">when my mom has a disease </div><div align="center">she can't control.</div><div align="center">It makes me just want to</div><div align="center">run away and cry for</div><div align="center">hours because I know</div><div align="center">I can't do anything to help</div><div align="center">her pain go away.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My mother is my hero for</div><div align="center">everything she has done.</div><div align="center">I wouldn't give her up for the</div><div align="center">world.</div><div align="center"><3I love you mom <3</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-56662911718156094162011-07-17T01:52:00.000-05:002011-07-17T01:52:35.010-05:00There's just too much that time can not erase...<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://youtu.be/5anLPw0Efmo">http://youtu.be/5anLPw0Efmo</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So here I am at 141 am</div><div style="text-align: center;">just finishing a ham</div><div style="text-align: center;">sammich.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am single. I</div><div style="text-align: center;">am tired of wearing </div><div style="text-align: center;">my heart on my sleeve.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I just like, openly give</div><div style="text-align: center;">my heart away without thinking.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need to stop doing that.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought this relationship</div><div style="text-align: center;">would be the last one I would ever</div><div style="text-align: center;">have from the way we talked</div><div style="text-align: center;">about things. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess I was wrong?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Idk. All I know is</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a fool to think</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will ever find the one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe I am over reacting.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, no I know I am.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All I know is I waited 4 years</div><div style="text-align: center;">to be with him, and I got </div><div style="text-align: center;">my heart broken after 12 days.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Although I will say, as</div><div style="text-align: center;">of this moment</div><div style="text-align: center;">the promise we made is</div><div style="text-align: center;">still in effect.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Going from friends to</div><div style="text-align: center;">boyfriend/girlfriend</div><div style="text-align: center;">back to best friends will be hard.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to marry this kid.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like really bad.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He told me he felt the same</div><div style="text-align: center;">but as of this moment, I</div><div style="text-align: center;">know/dont think he does.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once again, I was played</div><div style="text-align: center;">and looked like a total and</div><div style="text-align: center;">complete fool because of it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once again, I am not hungry and</div><div style="text-align: center;">I dont expect I will be for a while.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once again, I am slipping back </div><div style="text-align: center;">to how I was before.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(before the whole Ri***** thing)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shut out the whole world for a few</div><div style="text-align: center;">days so I can try and think without</div><div style="text-align: center;">wanting to cut and feel like</div><div style="text-align: center;">even more of a failure.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Time for movies.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><3Ashley</div><div style="text-align: center;">*PL&H*</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-45429311968627581912011-07-09T02:58:00.000-05:002011-07-09T02:58:41.349-05:00And I dont want the world to see me, because I dont think they'll understand.<div align="center">Ok soo!!! A LOT has</div><div align="center">again happened.</div><div align="center">On the 4th, I began a new</div><div align="center">relationship with a nice Christian</div><div align="center">guy I also met through</div><div align="center">the military. :)</div><div align="center">I know whoever</div><div align="center">reads this will be thinking</div><div align="center">I am not ready for a relationship,</div><div align="center">but hes amazing :)</div><div align="center">and I could not be happier.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">He is nothing like</div><div align="center">Richard. At all.</div><div align="center">I am actually appreciated,</div><div align="center">loved, cared for.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I will admit I made</div><div align="center">a mistake getting</div><div align="center">with Richard when I</div><div align="center">knew I shouldnt have.</div><div align="center">I knew that my feelings for</div><div align="center">David would still be there</div><div align="center">even though he's my</div><div align="center">best friend. I think</div><div align="center">all along I wanted David, but</div><div align="center">just didnt want it to</div><div align="center">be akward considering he</div><div align="center">IS my best friend. </div><div align="center">I know now this is </div><div align="center">the right thing for me to do.</div><div align="center">I know he is the one.</div><div align="center">I hope hes not reading this</div><div align="center">only because I would</div><div align="center">be uber embarrased for no</div><div align="center">reason lol!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Well, its 3 am so I</div><div align="center">need to go to sleep!</div><div align="center">More later!!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3Ashley</div><div align="center">*PL&H*</div><div align="center"></div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-80791035384454062482011-07-01T13:09:00.000-05:002011-07-01T13:09:04.810-05:00Swing, swing, swing from the tangles of my heart is crushed<div align="center">So here I am.</div><div align="center">Sitting at a desk in..</div><div align="center">INDIANA!!! :D</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I'm finally home.</div><div align="center">The only down side</div><div align="center">is the friends I made</div><div align="center">and of course not</div><div align="center">being able to see him. :)</div><div align="center">Remove those thoughts.</div><div align="center">Its Chris I want to see.</div><div align="center">Not Richard.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The past few days have</div><div align="center">been crazier than crazy!</div><div align="center">With in 5 days, I packed, </div><div align="center">stayed at a friends, </div><div align="center">got a plane ticket, shipped</div><div align="center">stuff home, and</div><div align="center">then came home.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I miss everyone I met</div><div align="center">at The Wall. I made</div><div align="center">friends I hope to keep</div><div align="center">for the rest of my life.</div><div align="center"><3 I love you alll!!!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So the next post will have</div><div align="center">more too it! I have to do </div><div align="center">Laundry and stuffs!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3 Ashley!</div><div align="center">*PL&H*</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-75868798145691003342011-06-17T10:56:00.000-05:002011-06-17T10:56:38.633-05:00My Story.<div style="text-align: center;">Recently I read a blog by a dear friend</div><div style="text-align: center;">and it inspired me to tell my story.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who I am, how I got here,</div><div style="text-align: center;">whats happened to me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Everything.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My name is Ashley Marie Gebhardt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am 20 years old and was born and</div><div style="text-align: center;">raised in the Illinois/ Indiana area.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom raised me on her own </div><div style="text-align: center;">while working 2 jobs and going to school.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My biological father wanted nothing to do </div><div style="text-align: center;">with me. Thank God for that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Growing up an only child was rough.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had imaginary friends and was</div><div style="text-align: center;">an outcast all through out my </div><div style="text-align: center;">child hood.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I was 11 my mom married</div><div style="text-align: center;">my step dad (whom I call Dad).</div><div style="text-align: center;">I finally had a stepsister.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shes awesome :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">About 3 months after my 16th birthday I </div><div style="text-align: center;">started to date this guy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was really nice at first, </div><div style="text-align: center;">then things got violent.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He became extremely abusive.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mentally, emotionally, physically.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He raped me. Twice.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I became pregnant. </div><div style="text-align: center;">When I was around 3 months, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I miscarried.</div><div style="text-align: center;">After that, I was so</div><div style="text-align: center;">torn, I began to cut myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't cut deep enough</div><div style="text-align: center;">to leave any scars, but enough to</div><div style="text-align: center;">make myself feel better about</div><div style="text-align: center;">everything.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought I couldn't tell anyone.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was so embarrassed, disgusted,</div><div style="text-align: center;">angry, sad, depressed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't know what to do.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I kept getting into </div><div style="text-align: center;">abusive relationships because</div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't know any better.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">High school was my hell on</div><div style="text-align: center;">Earth. I was made fun of</div><div style="text-align: center;">every day. I never wore the right</div><div style="text-align: center;">clothes, had the right makeup, hair</div><div style="text-align: center;">eyes, body, shoes, money.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It hurt to see that because</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was different, I was an outcast.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could try and change,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but why change when it</div><div style="text-align: center;">wont help?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Around my 18th birthday, I joined </div><div style="text-align: center;">the military. It was one of the best</div><div style="text-align: center;">things I ever did. I knew that</div><div style="text-align: center;">they would change me into</div><div style="text-align: center;">what I needed to be to be </div><div style="text-align: center;">a better person. Every night</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would go onto the "Future Solider Chat"</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Or FSC as we called it* and talk to</div><div style="text-align: center;">people who wouldn't judge me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who I wouldn't have to</div><div style="text-align: center;">change for because who</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was was good enough for them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's where I met 3 of my</div><div style="text-align: center;">best friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I talked to them every day. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We had all exchanged numbers</div><div style="text-align: center;">and talked during the day and</div><div style="text-align: center;">during the middle of the night.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*technically we weren't suppose</div><div style="text-align: center;">to exchange numbers, but we had</div><div style="text-align: center;">become best friends and didn't care*</div><div style="text-align: center;">They had helped me overcome</div><div style="text-align: center;">my issues without even knowing it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Knowing I was good enough</div><div style="text-align: center;"> to be their friend, helped</div><div style="text-align: center;">me soooo much. I actually</div><div style="text-align: center;">Live with one of them now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After I was discharged from</div><div style="text-align: center;">the Military, things changed.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I became more distant.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My friends and I hardly talked.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I became disgusted with</div><div style="text-align: center;">myself all over again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I didn't know what to do.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I eventually joined a Makeup group</div><div style="text-align: center;">on face book and make all new friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;">At first I was kinda iffy about it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But, now all of these wonderful Women</div><div style="text-align: center;">*and Jack* have become a </div><div style="text-align: center;">huge part of my life. They make</div><div style="text-align: center;">me want to be a better person. They</div><div style="text-align: center;">helped me realize I am good enough</div><div style="text-align: center;">to be here alive. I am better than</div><div style="text-align: center;">what I give myself little credit for.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know they care and can help me</div><div style="text-align: center;">if I need it. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I honestly don't know what I</div><div style="text-align: center;">would do without them in my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">After moving in with Richard, I became </div><div style="text-align: center;">even more happy. Even now that we</div><div style="text-align: center;">are not together I am sort of happy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">That was an emotional patch, and still is.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even though he broke my heart and</div><div style="text-align: center;">caused me to stop eating, I still</div><div style="text-align: center;">love and care for him and I</div><div style="text-align: center;">know he feels the same.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*even if he doesn't show it</div><div style="text-align: center;">all that much. :P jkjk*</div><div style="text-align: center;">Going from Best friends to</div><div style="text-align: center;">boyfriend/girlfriend back to</div><div style="text-align: center;">best friends is hard to do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know we can overcome this </div><div style="text-align: center;">bumpy patch in the road though.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-75521232153986378572011-06-16T13:41:00.000-05:002011-06-16T13:41:38.379-05:00the latest.<div style="text-align: center;">Richard and I broke up</div><div style="text-align: center;">as most of you know.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think I am </div><div style="text-align: center;">strangely over it now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The only thing I am worried about</div><div style="text-align: center;">is the fact I'm not eating.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think the past 4 or 5 days I've</div><div style="text-align: center;">had 2 granola bars and a slice</div><div style="text-align: center;">of Papa John's Pizza.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Im just not hungry :/</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways. I'm happy</div><div style="text-align: center;">that my buddy from Iraq </div><div style="text-align: center;">is coming home!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">He's my new</div><div style="text-align: center;">designated cuddle buddy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know the transition will</div><div style="text-align: center;">be hard for him, but I</div><div style="text-align: center;">am willing to help him out</div><div style="text-align: center;">as much as I can :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so excited!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have an interview Monday</div><div style="text-align: center;">at Universal and I hope</div><div style="text-align: center;">I get a job!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This has been a very </div><div style="text-align: center;">random blog, but I posted!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><3Ashley</div><div style="text-align: center;">*PL&H*</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-21995501345470074112011-06-13T10:46:00.000-05:002011-06-13T10:46:06.935-05:00To be happy or to not be happy.<div style="text-align: center;">We broke up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can barley sleep </div><div style="text-align: center;">and I dont feel like eating.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thats it.</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-39725874903869753322011-05-25T20:39:00.000-05:002011-05-25T20:39:15.643-05:00Ohmygawrsh I'm finally updating!<div style="text-align: center;">So here I am.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sitting at the desk with a mixed drink</div><div style="text-align: center;">of Tequila and Pink Lemonade,</div><div style="text-align: center;">FINALLY taking time to write </div><div style="text-align: center;">a blog. :p</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">These past few weeks have</div><div style="text-align: center;">been kinda crazy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ended up going the hospital</div><div style="text-align: center;">with a severely bruised</div><div style="text-align: center;">diaphragm.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We got our bigger apartment!</div><div style="text-align: center;">(ill post pics soon!!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">NOW, I have to job hunt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chipotle is giving me </div><div style="text-align: center;">the run around again,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I have had enough.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Richard decided to get me</div><div style="text-align: center;">drunk while playing monopoly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every time I landed</div><div style="text-align: center;">on a property he owned</div><div style="text-align: center;">with no houses was a Shot.</div><div style="text-align: center;">If it had a house 2 shots, and</div><div style="text-align: center;">a hotel was 3 shots. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I got piss ass drunk, </div><div style="text-align: center;">really fast. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I ended up saying Hello</div><div style="text-align: center;">to the toilet with</div><div style="text-align: center;">my forehead!</div><div style="text-align: center;">teehee that hurt a little..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Im loving Florida so far!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just a little homesick is all.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, Hobart better be ready</div><div style="text-align: center;">for December when I come back </div><div style="text-align: center;">for a week!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">The weather is always hot.</div><div style="text-align: center;">No rain usually, except</div><div style="text-align: center;">for when Dumbledore(jk)</div><div style="text-align: center;">decides to let it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish it would rain more, but I</div><div style="text-align: center;">don't see that happening anytime</div><div style="text-align: center;">soon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went to a bar/club called </div><div style="text-align: center;">Makos. </div><div style="text-align: center;">BEST.PLACE.EVER!</div><div style="text-align: center;">The bartenders/bouncers/DJ/GM</div><div style="text-align: center;">know us all by name and face.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I danced.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't dance....EVER...</div><div style="text-align: center;">But Richard got me to dance.</div><div style="text-align: center;">ITS A MIRACLE!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Serious Topic Now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Living on your own, is NOT</div><div style="text-align: center;">like playing house. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You know how when you're</div><div style="text-align: center;">younger you play house?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, nothing like it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not many people realize</div><div style="text-align: center;">what it takes to live on your own.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm lucky enough to have</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 room mates. (soon to be 3)</div><div style="text-align: center;">We all work all the time.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our rent is now 789 *includes water*,</div><div style="text-align: center;">we have to get groceries, pay electric, internet,</div><div style="text-align: center;">phone, credit cards (I don't have any), etc...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being Responsible has its perks though.</div><div style="text-align: center;">At the end of the night, I know</div><div style="text-align: center;">my little family and I will</div><div style="text-align: center;">have food to eat, a bed, and</div><div style="text-align: center;">a roof over our head.</div><div style="text-align: center;">There are thousands that have</div><div style="text-align: center;">no home, or cant eat every night.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm thankful we all can. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm glad I can experience</div><div style="text-align: center;">it now, rather than later.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*end Rant*</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our friend Chris is coming home from Iraq</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I couldn't be more excited. I can</div><div style="text-align: center;">finally meet him face to face</div><div style="text-align: center;">rather than just talk on the internet</div><div style="text-align: center;">or Xbox Live!</div><div style="text-align: center;">The transition will be hard, but</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm ready for it!</div><div style="text-align: center;">*Welcome Home!!!!*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Time to finish my drink so </div><div style="text-align: center;">hold on a sec!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, didn't happen.... got sidetracked.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways! I have to work tomorrow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I am less than thrilled -.-.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I applied at Build A Bear, so hopefully,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can get in!!!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think thats it for now o.o</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><3Ashley</div><div style="text-align: center;">*PL&H*</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-21600539463849470152011-04-16T11:49:00.000-05:002011-04-16T11:49:05.725-05:00Florida, week one! (and other things)<div style="text-align: center;">Hey everyone! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span></span>Its been about 2 weeks since my</div><div style="text-align: center;">last post and I have been busy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I made the transition from</div><div style="text-align: center;">Indiana to Florida with no</div><div style="text-align: center;">problems at all.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The time change didn't</div><div style="text-align: center;">screw me over at all, and</div><div style="text-align: center;">I adjusted with no problems.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A few days after getting here,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I went to work with my love.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was awesome! I sat around</div><div style="text-align: center;">and hung by the pool all day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was "adopted" by a family of 3</div><div style="text-align: center;">and they fed me and everything!</div><div style="text-align: center;">The only bad thing is, I burned.</div><div style="text-align: center;">BAD. I layered sunscreen on</div><div style="text-align: center;">myself and I STILL burned!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh well, its just about done peeling.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(gross right?)</div><div style="text-align: center;"> He and I are better than ever.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I'm glad I made this</div><div style="text-align: center;">decision to move here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In other news, the other night</div><div style="text-align: center;">Richard went to pick up the</div><div style="text-align: center;">roomie Justin from work at like 3 am.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I either saw this or dreamt this. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But before I tell you, let me elaborate</div><div style="text-align: center;">on something. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Leading Paranormal Experts say</div><div style="text-align: center;">that an entity (good or bad) will</div><div style="text-align: center;">turn into a persons worst</div><div style="text-align: center;">fear the first night the person</div><div style="text-align: center;">is alone in a new environment,</div><div style="text-align: center;">at the exact time of </div><div style="text-align: center;">the anti-hour (3:30 am).</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, around that time I swear </div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw an image of Richard</div><div style="text-align: center;">covered in his own blood </div><div style="text-align: center;">standing in the doorway</div><div style="text-align: center;">of our room.</div><div style="text-align: center;">IT FREAKED ME</div><div style="text-align: center;">THE FUCK OUT!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was awful.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I refuse to be in the </div><div style="text-align: center;">apartment alone now. </div><div style="text-align: center;">If he goes to get Justin,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I go with.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I started work yesterday</div><div style="text-align: center;">at a new Chipotle.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was great! Everyone else</div><div style="text-align: center;">was nice and the customers</div><div style="text-align: center;">are awesome!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I work tonight 4-11, then</div><div style="text-align: center;">tomorrow</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">IM GOING TO DISNEY!!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;">WOOT!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">anyways, time to get ready for</div><div style="text-align: center;">work now! Love you all!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><3Ashley</div><div style="text-align: center;">*PL&H*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-55610614373380897052011-03-16T23:18:00.000-05:002011-03-16T23:18:56.681-05:00uuugghhhh<div align="center">Today has been hell...</div><div align="center">Literally...</div><div align="center">It's like, no one is happy,</div><div align="center">so Ashley can't be happy.</div><div align="center">If Ashleys happy, she needs to</div><div align="center">be made unhappy because no </div><div align="center">one else is happy.</div><div align="center">I'm seriously like about to</div><div align="center">cry because Im so frustrated.</div><div align="center">>.< what am I gonna do.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Im not gonna lie, I</div><div align="center">use to cut. A lot.</div><div align="center">I never left scars</div><div align="center">because I didnt want anyone</div><div align="center">to know, and I dont</div><div align="center">wanna fall back into that.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Now Richard won't talk</div><div align="center">to me :(</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Nothings going right,</div><div align="center">and I am a mess.</div><div align="center">I dont know what to do anymore.</div><div align="center">I cant stop shaking and</div><div align="center">Im not sleeping.</div><div align="center">I fake a smile to make</div><div align="center">it look like everythings right</div><div align="center">when I know its not.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Time to go cry so Im not as </div><div align="center">stressed, but I doubt it will work :(</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3Ashley</div><div align="center">*PL&H*</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"></div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-85510587868375954432011-03-15T21:45:00.000-05:002011-03-15T21:45:11.957-05:00Excitement!!!!<div align="center">Dude, Im so excited.</div><div align="center">IM MOVING</div><div align="center">TO FLORIDA!!!!</div><div align="center">I cant wait!!!</div><div align="center">Im so excited...</div><div align="center">Florida, sun, beaches,</div><div align="center">Disney and.... sun...</div><div align="center">and Me and DISNEY!!!</div><div align="center">and Richard :P</div><div align="center">*whos most likely reading this*</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">24 days!!!!!</div><div align="center">:)</div><div align="center">I cant waitt!!!!! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I put my notice</div><div align="center"> in work and</div><div align="center">they basically bitch </div><div align="center">me out everyday </div><div align="center">because of it.</div><div align="center">:( not something</div><div align="center">I like to hear every</div><div align="center">day I go to work.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Im so tired. I have</div><div align="center">not been sleeping lately.</div><div align="center">I think it's because Im</div><div align="center">very anxious and stressed.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Anyway... Just to clarify:</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I dont think I am </div><div align="center">making a mistake.</div><div align="center">I think I am making</div><div align="center">the right decision.</div><div align="center">If it does not work out, </div><div align="center">that sucks.</div><div align="center">I'm not gonna move </div><div align="center">back to Indiana.</div><div align="center">*unless something bad happens*</div><div align="center">I think it will work out.</div><div align="center">We are both adults and</div><div align="center">can make our own decisions.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><3 Ashley</div><div align="center">*PL&H*</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-85131816152699893732011-03-11T23:51:00.000-06:002011-03-11T23:51:58.876-06:00Help :(<div align="center">So, I went to bingo today.</div><div align="center">Im suppose to go to florida on</div><div align="center">vacation next month, but</div><div align="center">I decided to move :)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My friend (whom I'm suppose</div><div align="center">to go to florida with) basically</div><div align="center">told me to find my own transportation</div><div align="center">to my new living space. Her friend</div><div align="center">doesnt want to take me to it</div><div align="center">EVEN though we will be</div><div align="center">RIGHT NEXT TO IT IN<br />
ORLANDO!</div><div align="center">Then, she tells her "I dont want</div><div align="center">her to stay with us because I dont</div><div align="center">know her and she might steal from me."</div><div align="center">I mean.... really?!</div><div align="center">I dont steal. Im not</div><div align="center">that kind of person.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My mom bitched me out because</div><div align="center">she thinks I am gonna make a </div><div align="center">big mastake and regret it.</div><div align="center">I think I'm making a great</div><div align="center">decision. I'm 20 years old.</div><div align="center">I need to learn from my mistakes.</div><div align="center">(Even though I dont think Im making one.)</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><3 Ashley</div><div align="center"></div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-70476635580404976772011-03-08T16:25:00.000-06:002011-03-08T16:25:07.896-06:00Haven't been here in a while!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4wYEJ0k4-P_MnQXnYF5Pj2ksXZPw9Fu3kTw9O599Dnsiu4yG5I4nZqyBtXmnigOp8VXCWwnvx7gn1xfpS1JvzFs7rZb6bQQJwaycnjhKULQo64ifhg-bDiQ0RfoYWY8wMyPgcpwK8mk/s1600/car%25231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4wYEJ0k4-P_MnQXnYF5Pj2ksXZPw9Fu3kTw9O599Dnsiu4yG5I4nZqyBtXmnigOp8VXCWwnvx7gn1xfpS1JvzFs7rZb6bQQJwaycnjhKULQo64ifhg-bDiQ0RfoYWY8wMyPgcpwK8mk/s200/car%25231.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lw5xYWS_lXwK35YP5KdLfdy1xVFiKv-IAtaZGOs54yPSzo_fyX8s7hNFGVBKeQemN9PIB5yCUL0pctYSUyy7dZY-vMdV1aTymz-_uDTl2CdG79g6-IOUoY8LVZhUaYMmStUg8W6jjcw/s1600/car%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lw5xYWS_lXwK35YP5KdLfdy1xVFiKv-IAtaZGOs54yPSzo_fyX8s7hNFGVBKeQemN9PIB5yCUL0pctYSUyy7dZY-vMdV1aTymz-_uDTl2CdG79g6-IOUoY8LVZhUaYMmStUg8W6jjcw/s200/car%25232.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCy_yrImHF3nZb1r0b_qRrttDp1vWUl4d_mFH807gFMiV80JmpXUJxS1XKM38iQ63ERkbJABgL5GyHsSBNiUtHq2cnX3h2VFFKezPTnNyf0CVn8dSQzY9gruRInQVtmUvjn3iDWgUqNw/s1600/car%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCy_yrImHF3nZb1r0b_qRrttDp1vWUl4d_mFH807gFMiV80JmpXUJxS1XKM38iQ63ERkbJABgL5GyHsSBNiUtHq2cnX3h2VFFKezPTnNyf0CVn8dSQzY9gruRInQVtmUvjn3iDWgUqNw/s200/car%25233.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">This was on the 5th. </div><div align="center">I hit an oncoming truck at 20 MPH. Imagine</div><div align="center">what would have happened if I was going faster!</div><div align="center">I hit a patch of ice and tada! Look what</div><div align="center">happens!! Im in some pain, as is my friend,</div><div align="center">but we are all ok!</div><div align="center">It was $320.00 to</div><div align="center">get it towed to the yard,</div><div align="center">held for 2 days, and towed home.</div><div align="center">Its going to be $100.00's to get</div><div align="center">it fixed and stuff.</div><div align="center"> I need a radiator, fan, bumper,</div><div align="center">frame, hood, lights etcetcetc...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I havent been on in a while!</div><div align="center">I really dont have much</div><div align="center">to write about! But Ill say what I can!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My dad is having surgery again today.</div><div align="center">This whole heart surgery he had</div><div align="center">really screwed his leg up since</div><div align="center">they had taken a vein from their.</div><div align="center">Hes getting it fixed today I guess.</div><div align="center">They really kinda keep me in the</div><div align="center">dark with this but I would rather not know.</div><div align="center">So I dont blame them!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Everythings been kinda fucked up</div><div align="center">lately with everyone. I hope everyone</div><div align="center">is having a good week because I know</div><div align="center">I havent been!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3 Ashley</div><div align="center"></div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-61687512199822550142011-02-24T20:05:00.000-06:002011-02-24T20:05:42.132-06:00Me, Kristy, Chipotle, and others...<div style="text-align: center;">So, since I started at Chipotle; </div><div style="text-align: center;">I really didn't have any friends there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Recently, I have been hanging out</div><div style="text-align: center;">with Kristy. She is our Cashier</div><div style="text-align: center;">on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She has literally become</div><div style="text-align: center;">my best friend out here.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She and I seriously have been</div><div style="text-align: center;">hanging out almost everyday and</div><div style="text-align: center;">have done everything together.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We just dyed our hair like 3 times</div><div style="text-align: center;">this whole week lol.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My hair is fried!! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tonight her brother and I are </div><div style="text-align: center;">staying the night.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She and I work tomorrow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and her brother is watching</div><div style="text-align: center;">her daughter tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*he IS kinda cute ;)*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her daughter Brooklyn is ADORABLE!</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I had a picture, she would be on here.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shes 2 years old.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In April we are going </div><div style="text-align: center;">to Florida together!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't wait! I am </div><div style="text-align: center;">hypothetically jumping</div><div style="text-align: center;">with joy!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">ohmuhgawsh,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I cant think of anything</div><div style="text-align: center;">else to write *type*</div><div style="text-align: center;">about so I think I </div><div style="text-align: center;">am done for tonight!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><3 Ashley</div><div style="text-align: center;">*peacelovehappiness*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-78966029428456021372011-02-20T20:34:00.000-06:002011-02-20T20:34:48.652-06:00Me, you, and other things.<div align="center">So! Here is another post!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I am happy to say, I will never</div><div align="center">order Glittersniffer Cosmetics ever again.</div><div align="center">After everything that has been</div><div align="center">said and done, Ms. Carolyn Setina helped</div><div align="center">me make up my mind.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">There MIGHT be a new guy in my life.</div><div align="center">:) Not for sure yet, but hopefully</div><div align="center">it works out!!!!</div><div align="center">He's a really nice guy and</div><div align="center">I like him a lot. :)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">As of right now, </div><div align="center">I am currently watching House.</div><div align="center">Work tomorrow needs to go well.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I've been reading</div><div align="center">"Memoirs Of A Geisha".</div><div align="center">It is really good so far!</div><div align="center">I can't wait to rent the movie</div><div align="center">to see if it is as good!!!</div><div align="center">Everyone says it is really good.</div><div align="center">I hope it is!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I cleaned my car yesterday.</div><div align="center">It no longer smells like feet! </div><div align="center">lmao!!!! Now, I need to clean </div><div align="center">my room so it is just as clean!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">:) Thats all for now!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3Ashley</div><div align="center">*peace love happiness*</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-75071566656234394222011-02-15T18:15:00.000-06:002011-02-15T18:15:14.910-06:00Its Been A While.<div align="center">Im sorry it has been a while.</div><div align="center">Theres been so many ups</div><div align="center">and downs lately that I havent</div><div align="center">found much time for anything.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Work has been better.</div><div align="center">Somewhat.</div><div align="center">I just about quit the other day,</div><div align="center">but I sucked it up and decided</div><div align="center">not to.</div><div align="center">Some co-workers and I</div><div align="center">went to dinner and a movie</div><div align="center"> the other day as a way of </div><div align="center">getting to know eachother</div><div align="center">better. I had a lot of fun.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I have learned some things,</div><div align="center">and taught some things.</div><div align="center">I know I havent learned</div><div align="center">anything about myself.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"> I lost 3 pounds!</div><div align="center">I know Im all over with this</div><div align="center">post but I havent posted in</div><div align="center">a while so Im trying to get it</div><div align="center">together tonight even though its not</div><div align="center">working.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Well its dinner time so</div><div align="center">Im going to go eat!!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3Ashley</div><div align="center">*peace love happiess*</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-52428082099095577452011-02-05T22:41:00.000-06:002011-02-05T22:41:55.651-06:00Glittersniffer and other things!!!<div align="center">Today, the family</div><div align="center">went out to celebrate my</div><div align="center">grandparents 50th</div><div align="center">anniversary and my birthday!!!!</div><div align="center">I had a great time tonight.</div><div align="center">I had a great dinner</div><div align="center">and dessert.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The only bad thing was</div><div align="center">gratuity. 18% = 54 dollars.</div><div align="center">W...T...F?!?!?!</div><div align="center">I mean, really?!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So!!!!! In an hour and 25 minutes,</div><div align="center">I will be 20!!!!!!!</div><div align="center">Im so excited!!!!!!!!</div><div align="center">Some friends from work</div><div align="center">and I are going to the movies</div><div align="center">and out to dinner! :)</div><div align="center">Im kinda excited since </div><div align="center">I havent hung out with them</div><div align="center">outside of work before.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Now, after my blog,</div><div align="center">Im going to choose some</div><div align="center">eyeshadow colors for tomorrow,</div><div align="center">re-do my toenails, choose some </div><div align="center">clothes, and get some sleep!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Steelers are gonna kick</div><div align="center">some ass tomorrow! I cant</div><div align="center">wait to see who wins!!!!</div><div align="center">GO STEELERS!!!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Welllll, time to go for now!</div><div align="center">Peace Love and Happiness!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3 Ashley!</div><div align="center">P.S. Go Steelers!!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-18023077593171266352011-02-04T22:28:00.000-06:002011-02-04T22:28:17.423-06:00:D I love this song and other things!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bg8EQdcud7Q&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bg8EQdcud7Q&feature=related</a></div><br />
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<div align="center">So here I am at 10 at night</div><div align="center">listening to The Beatles!</div><div align="center">I love the Beatles..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Anyways!!</div><div align="center">Today was a great day.</div><div align="center">I got off of work early, </div><div align="center">went to the bank,</div><div align="center">dyed my hair again,</div><div align="center">and that was it.</div><div align="center"><br />
I wasnt feeling to well earlier,</div><div align="center">but I feel ok now. Maybe</div><div align="center">I was just hungry??? Idk lol.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So, today was my first day back</div><div align="center">to work in 2 days because</div><div align="center">of the snow. It was busy!</div><div align="center">Its a good thing though!!!</div><div align="center">I kept busy and not as frustrated</div><div align="center">as I usually would be!</div><div align="center">*I was kinda mad but</div><div align="center">got over it fast*</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So, tomorrow the Familia</div><div align="center">is going tout to eat for my</div><div align="center">Grandparents 50th</div><div align="center">Anniversary!</div><div align="center">Then Sunday! </div><div align="center">*insert -dun dun dun- here*</div><div align="center">Is my birthday!!!!</div><div align="center">and the Superbowl of course!</div><div align="center">D: So much going on!!!!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I GOT SOAP TODAY!!! </div><div align="center">:D home-made soap that is!!</div><div align="center">I can't wait to use it!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=group_183742104991841"><span style="color: #3b5998;">Glittercakes Bathworks</span></a></div><div align="center">Owner Ms. Shayna Toole,</div><div align="center">is a great friend I met</div><div align="center">through</div><div align="center">Glittersniffer Cosmetics!</div><div align="center">Definitly check them both </div><div align="center">out on facebook!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/home.php?sk=group_183742104991841">http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/home.php?sk=group_183742104991841</a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Glittersniffer-Cosmetics/85929629769?ref=ts">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Glittersniffer-Cosmetics/85929629769?ref=ts</a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><3 Ashley!</div><div align="center">P.S. Go Steelers!!!!!!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-3241812760555483582011-02-03T20:01:00.000-06:002011-02-03T20:01:56.147-06:00Problems... what to do?<div align="center">So, I've been feeling kinda </div><div align="center">lonely lately. I dont know</div><div align="center">what to do anymore.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Could it be because I'm</div><div align="center">not in a relationship</div><div align="center">anymore? </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Is it because I want to be with</div><div align="center">someone I cant have?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Is it because Im</div><div align="center">just.... me?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">All these questions I have</div><div align="center">confuse me. I know the</div><div align="center">answers but I decide against them,</div><div align="center">and confuse myself even more.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Why do relationships have to be</div><div align="center">so STUPID! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Gaaahhh... </div><div align="center">I dont know.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><3 Ashley</div><div align="center">P.S. Go Steelers!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733889902475994052.post-27631912309304796252011-02-02T23:18:00.000-06:002011-02-02T23:18:34.271-06:00blahblahblah- SNOWPOCOLYSPE 2011!<div style="text-align: center;">AAHHHH RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!</div><div style="text-align: center;">ITS SNOWPOCOLYPSE 2011!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I had the day off of work. I went plowing with my neighbor! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I made 20 dollars just sitting there!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> The easiest 20 bucks Ive ever made! :) </div><div style="text-align: center;">No seriously though, I had a lot of fun. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I made funny noises when he would </div><div style="text-align: center;">push snow into a pile. It was funny!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All this snow kinda bums me out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why cant we all have nice 75</div><div style="text-align: center;">degree weather and be happy?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I kinda just wanna move to Florida or</div><div style="text-align: center;">Georgia and never leave.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hello warm weather!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This snow is so deep, my dog couldnt</div><div style="text-align: center;">walk. He had to jump the whole</div><div style="text-align: center;">time lol. He looked kinda</div><div style="text-align: center;">like a dolphin when it swims.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*bobble bobble bobble*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We might not have to work</div><div style="text-align: center;">tomorrow. Hopefully not</div><div style="text-align: center;">because I wont have a way to get their.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dear Mother Nature,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really dont like you </div><div style="text-align: center;">right now. Please leave </div><div style="text-align: center;">as soon as possible.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><3 Ashley!</div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. Go Steelers!</div>SweetPeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09659972569570518346noreply@blogger.com0