Monday, September 8, 2003 4:06pm
It was hilarious. Today my brother had to cavities filled, that's not so funny. But what was funny was when we went to lunch afterwards. Half of his poor face was so numb, but he still wanted to eat. He was squiting soda out of the side of his mouth, had rice sticking to his face and dribbles soy sauce. It was worth the $5 I spent on his lunch to have so much entertainment. He was a good sport about it. He knows he'd be laughing at me just as much if I was drooling all over the place without knowing it.
Next...
I always liked to fancy myself as a writer. Or always aspired to be one. But I don't write a whole lot. I don't feel like I have anything to really talk about, or i'm too busy to write. I would like to take a creative writing class. Maybe break down some of the barriers I have. Sometimes I think I don't do anything interesting enough to write about, but truly creative people can write about anything.
Maybe I'm more of a visual creative person opposed to a verbal person. I love collaging. If only I could figure out how to upload stupid images into my site. This HTML thing is a lot harder than I thought. But I love sticking a bunch of random phrase or pictures together to form awesome pictures. anyone else?
Tuesday, September(Can you believe it's already!) 2, 2003 7:41pm
I remember when you were first born. You were so cute.
One time when you were little you got out and ran around in the rain and got sick.
You were always there.
I hated brushing your hair, there was sooooo much of it!!
We moved four times, and you came with us to every one.
When I was sad we would go out on walks in the back field and I'd sit on the big rocks and watch the sunset as you'd chase bunnies.
I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend these past couple years. You were all getting so old and forgot about you. You were just there. You were always going to be there. I knew you longer than I'd known my brother, my sister, my best friend, my boyfriend.
You were such a good dog. I loved you so much. I cried like a baby on the beach when I found out. You were in so much pain, but I didn't want you to go away. When I said goodbye for the last time I looked in your eyes, I got so sad. You were small and sick. You could barely get up. I wanted to sit there and pet you forever. I should have gone with you when you left. I'm sorry.
Am I a nut ball for being so sad about my dog?
Sunday, August 31, 2003 7:49pm
I am feeling very good about myself right now. Today I saw my little sister. She's not my real little sister. I'm a Big Sister through the Big Brothers&Sisters organization. So we went and hung out today. I took her to this little mini amusement park we have around here called Caste Park and road all the rides and ate ice cream and chili cheese fries, then thought it'd be a good idea to ride the flying saucer (it was not a good idea:( )
Thursday, August 28, 2003 10:30am
Have you ever babysat before? The job's not too hard but it can get so annoying. It's a good thing the pay is good (well, usually).
I haven't had a babysitting job in some time now, but sometimes while I'm at work I have flash backs. See, I manage an office. It's a small, family run business, and we've just recently gotten big enough to have to hire people from the outside. I figured it'd be great. Sometimes I got so lonely sitting in the office all day singing to the radio all by myself. But recently, I've missed those days so much.
It's not like I running some fast food place. I'm working with adults here. Some of these people are in their thirties. Wouldn't you expect them to be just the slightest bit mature or have any common sense whatsoever? What have they been doing all their lives? How have they made it this far. They whine and complain, ask me the stupidest questions, I just don't get it.
So there's my venting. I sure hope my next entry isn't so whiney.
Till Later,
Ashley
a picture of my not so lucky bambooIf you can't wait till later or are also a frustrated manager, drop me a line.