The next post...it's not an audition. Unless you've been a real asshole to me in the past or you run an amateur porn webcam site (professional would be fine...kidding), you're going to be on the list.
So post your link and one sentence that describes your blog (on the next post).
k?thxbai
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Post Your Link
Post your blog link here. You have until the end of Thursday, I guess. You post your link and one sentence describing why people should visit you. Please try to do it like this:
www.ashleyscloset.blogspot.com
I should have won a Bloggie but Jezebel stole it from me.
No chatter or questions here, you can do that in the next post. Just your link and your sentence.
www.ashleyscloset.blogspot.com
I should have won a Bloggie but Jezebel stole it from me.
No chatter or questions here, you can do that in the next post. Just your link and your sentence.
I Know It's Not
Market Yourself Monday, but I'll forget by then.
This whole blogroll thing has become a source of stress and I totally see why my girl Monogram Momma deleted hers (don't freak out, I'm not deleting it).
I have been brainstorming on what to do about the dilemma and the constant requests of being added and people reminding me that I need to update it.
Frankly, I don't want a 40 mile long blogroll taking up the whole first page and I enjoy playing favorites.
HOWEVER, I am going to give everyone their chance. Whenever the urge overtakes me (NO NAGGING) I will hold open calls, where everyone can post a link to their blog and a one sentence description. Then at the end of my blogroll (which could change at anytime {but might not} and could include new people {or not} without any panties bunched), I'll have a link to the page that will contain this information.
Like an Ashley's Friends Directory or something. Oh this could be great!! and oh so convenient for all of us!!
Don't leave your link here, I'm going to do another post. So here you can comment on what a great idea this is or how much you love me and then you post the link and the sentence (I'll show you what I am expecting) in the post I'm about to create after this one.
No porn, no people I hate, I have the right to choose not to include you if I have any concerns (I'm hoping this won't be an issue, but you know there is always an issue)
This whole blogroll thing has become a source of stress and I totally see why my girl Monogram Momma deleted hers (don't freak out, I'm not deleting it).
I have been brainstorming on what to do about the dilemma and the constant requests of being added and people reminding me that I need to update it.
Frankly, I don't want a 40 mile long blogroll taking up the whole first page and I enjoy playing favorites.
HOWEVER, I am going to give everyone their chance. Whenever the urge overtakes me (NO NAGGING) I will hold open calls, where everyone can post a link to their blog and a one sentence description. Then at the end of my blogroll (which could change at anytime {but might not} and could include new people {or not} without any panties bunched), I'll have a link to the page that will contain this information.
Like an Ashley's Friends Directory or something. Oh this could be great!! and oh so convenient for all of us!!
Don't leave your link here, I'm going to do another post. So here you can comment on what a great idea this is or how much you love me and then you post the link and the sentence (I'll show you what I am expecting) in the post I'm about to create after this one.
No porn, no people I hate, I have the right to choose not to include you if I have any concerns (I'm hoping this won't be an issue, but you know there is always an issue)
Monday, March 17, 2008
Today
is my mom's birthday!
I was going to post a whole long thing about how great she is but this whole delayed typing thing is cramping my style, so you're just going to have to take my word for it...she's the best.
So Happy Birthday mom!!
and sorry I called Frank a pussy.
I was going to post a whole long thing about how great she is but this whole delayed typing thing is cramping my style, so you're just going to have to take my word for it...she's the best.
So Happy Birthday mom!!
and sorry I called Frank a pussy.
A Weekend with The Ashleys
So on Saturday, we went to a dog day in the park sort of deal.
little kid perfected his dog walking skills. He insisted on trying and trying again:
My parents had "the boys" with them:
Frank. Frank's a real pussy. He lives in fear of terrorists and kidnappers. I call him Francis.
Roscoe. My parents paid $1200 for this "Miniature" Dachshund. Who weighs 30lbs and looks very much like a Beagle.
Duke. Is that a gorgeous dog or what?? They just got him, some people gave him to them because they had 4 dogs and our county only lets you have 3 and they were tattled on.
I had my boys:
This picture really helped me see what a fat ass little kid is becoming. It's really no surprise because he demands food ALL.DAY.LONG. but I hadn't really noticed the results of that until now.
Big Kid is pouting because his day "went bad" once he realized that we weren't just going to swing on the swings the whole time.
Here he is in a moment that he forgot about his plans to ruin everyone's day because we weren't doing what he wanted.
We didn't bring our dogs because they are pains in the asses, but mostly because Heidi Louise isn't looking so hot these days and I don't think she could handle the long walk or the heat. Her Cushings Disease seems to really be in the advanced stages now. It's really sad, but she's got several large tumors and her whole life is consumed with the thought of food. Cushings is a tumor near the gland that helps you know when you are hungry or full, so she is just hungry all the time and will never feel full.
If she gets into some garbage or cat food (which she does at every possible opportunity) she will eat until she can no longer walk and looks like a boa constrictor that swallowed a goat. Then her little legs can barely carry her. Poor old girl.
So it was a nice day, but got a whole lot nicer when my parents offered to switch us cars so we could be kid-free for the afternoon. Especially with Big Kid being such an asshole about the swings...hell to the yeah you can take them.
We decided to troll the downtown thrift stores for 80s party gear and see The Other Boleyn Girl. Holy cow, the thrift store trips were fun.
I'll have to show you the pics from that when I show you what I got for the 80s party. I'm having some sort of problem where every time I type, I have to wait a moment for the words to appear. That really does suck. This post has taken me like an hour, no kidding.
So the movie was going to be at a weird time by the time we were done with the thrift store trolling, so we decided to get some liquor and rent some movies and go home. The liquor store had a "virtual bartender" there and I was able to ask it what I should do with the Blueberry vodka I wanted to try and it gave me this kick ass recipe:
1 oz Club soda (I used 7up)
1oz Cranberry juice
1.5 oz limeade
1.5 oz Blueberry vodka
You're supposed to combine with ice into a shaker and pour into a martini glass with a blueberry garnish...but I'm a little ghetto for that. It was just as delicious poured together over ice in my plastic cup with nary a blueberry to be found.
We watched Apocalypto. I didn't realize it was written and directed by Mel Gibson and didn't notice that until I was already set on seeing it. Otherwise I would've probably boycotted it, him being a Jew hater and and all. My Hollywood insider friend says he really is a first class asshole.
However, he's a first class Jew hating asshole with some fanfreakintastic directing and writing skills, in my opinion. Wow. Talk about a suspenseful, heart pounding movie. It was so nice to watch it in our bedroom, in a quiet house, with our drinks within easy reach.
So all in all, it was a great weekend, being mostly kid-free like it was. I'd prefer to do a longer conclusion than this, but this goddamn delay shit has me about to lose my freaking mind. So I'm gonna go.
Don't forget to Market Yourself and Meal Plan today.
little kid perfected his dog walking skills. He insisted on trying and trying again:
My parents had "the boys" with them:
Frank. Frank's a real pussy. He lives in fear of terrorists and kidnappers. I call him Francis.
Roscoe. My parents paid $1200 for this "Miniature" Dachshund. Who weighs 30lbs and looks very much like a Beagle.
Duke. Is that a gorgeous dog or what?? They just got him, some people gave him to them because they had 4 dogs and our county only lets you have 3 and they were tattled on.I had my boys:
This picture really helped me see what a fat ass little kid is becoming. It's really no surprise because he demands food ALL.DAY.LONG. but I hadn't really noticed the results of that until now.Big Kid is pouting because his day "went bad" once he realized that we weren't just going to swing on the swings the whole time.
Here he is in a moment that he forgot about his plans to ruin everyone's day because we weren't doing what he wanted.We didn't bring our dogs because they are pains in the asses, but mostly because Heidi Louise isn't looking so hot these days and I don't think she could handle the long walk or the heat. Her Cushings Disease seems to really be in the advanced stages now. It's really sad, but she's got several large tumors and her whole life is consumed with the thought of food. Cushings is a tumor near the gland that helps you know when you are hungry or full, so she is just hungry all the time and will never feel full.
If she gets into some garbage or cat food (which she does at every possible opportunity) she will eat until she can no longer walk and looks like a boa constrictor that swallowed a goat. Then her little legs can barely carry her. Poor old girl.
So it was a nice day, but got a whole lot nicer when my parents offered to switch us cars so we could be kid-free for the afternoon. Especially with Big Kid being such an asshole about the swings...hell to the yeah you can take them.
We decided to troll the downtown thrift stores for 80s party gear and see The Other Boleyn Girl. Holy cow, the thrift store trips were fun.
I'll have to show you the pics from that when I show you what I got for the 80s party. I'm having some sort of problem where every time I type, I have to wait a moment for the words to appear. That really does suck. This post has taken me like an hour, no kidding.
So the movie was going to be at a weird time by the time we were done with the thrift store trolling, so we decided to get some liquor and rent some movies and go home. The liquor store had a "virtual bartender" there and I was able to ask it what I should do with the Blueberry vodka I wanted to try and it gave me this kick ass recipe:
1 oz Club soda (I used 7up)
1oz Cranberry juice
1.5 oz limeade
1.5 oz Blueberry vodka
You're supposed to combine with ice into a shaker and pour into a martini glass with a blueberry garnish...but I'm a little ghetto for that. It was just as delicious poured together over ice in my plastic cup with nary a blueberry to be found.
We watched Apocalypto. I didn't realize it was written and directed by Mel Gibson and didn't notice that until I was already set on seeing it. Otherwise I would've probably boycotted it, him being a Jew hater and and all. My Hollywood insider friend says he really is a first class asshole.
However, he's a first class Jew hating asshole with some fanfreakintastic directing and writing skills, in my opinion. Wow. Talk about a suspenseful, heart pounding movie. It was so nice to watch it in our bedroom, in a quiet house, with our drinks within easy reach.
So all in all, it was a great weekend, being mostly kid-free like it was. I'd prefer to do a longer conclusion than this, but this goddamn delay shit has me about to lose my freaking mind. So I'm gonna go.
Don't forget to Market Yourself and Meal Plan today.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Don't Forget
leprechaun tricks tonight! We put up some decorations, put out a box of Lucky Charms along with a little cauldron full of coins, some fake and some chocolate, and a little green sparkly top hat full of necklaces and coins.
We also turned the toilet water green, sprinkled green soap shavings into their sink, will dye their cereal milk, parked the car somewhere strange facing the wrong way and I think I'll block the front door with chairs and some toys or something.
Big Kid is super excited to see if the Leprechauns will play funny or naughty tricks on us tomorrow.
We also turned the toilet water green, sprinkled green soap shavings into their sink, will dye their cereal milk, parked the car somewhere strange facing the wrong way and I think I'll block the front door with chairs and some toys or something.
Big Kid is super excited to see if the Leprechauns will play funny or naughty tricks on us tomorrow.
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