Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I am not a fan of the dentist.
For good reason.
I was born without two bottom teeth (not ones you can see- I'm not that redneck) so I've spent my fair share of time in a dental chair.
Today was no different.
When I moved here, I started going to a dentist who we will call Dr. Screw up my teeth and then deny it. At my first visit, she told me that I need a new filling, to replace an old one (hey, I eat a lot of candy). She replaced it and I went on my merry way (although it hurt for months). I went back a month later b/c I still couldn't chew on that side and she fixed it again. Fast forward a few months and the filling FELL OUT (you may remember this ) while I was minding my business, watching a movie with boyfriend. She fixed it again.
I went back again in October and she told me that my tooth was royally f'ed up (well, duh) and denied any wrong doing. She told me that it wasn't the tooth that she worked on and that I was in the fast lane headed towards gum disease as a result.
The only cure, a 1600.00 onlay to replace the shiteous back tooth- duh, the one that she didn't screw up! Boyfriend gently persuaded (or forced) me to get a second opinion. I called Dr. Screw up my teeth and deny it and requested my records. I may or may not have told her that I was moving to Virginia. The records that she supplied me were 1inch by 1inch pictures of my teeth- so helpful. I went to new dentist and told him that she said it wasn't her fault. New dentist whipped out a magnifying glass and examined the x-rays. X-rays from 2007 show two normal sized teeth in good shape. X-rays from 2008 show f'ed up tooth- half the size of 2007- attached to the tooth she worked on. Clearly, Dr. Screw up my teeth and deny it had something to do with that. Either that or half my tooth fell out in my sleep and I swallowed it (unlikely).
After a consult, Dr. I can do it (the new dentist) came up with a plan. He was going to remove both fillings, replace one with silver and one with enamel. He was also going to save me the 1600 dollar price tag of the onlay.
I went it today and got it done. It was hellish, it took two hours, and my mouth hurts from machinery jabbing it, but it's fixed and it's working so far.
Ashley=1, Gum Disease= 0
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I've lived in an apartment with a fireplace for more than two years now. I have never lit said fireplace. Finally, thanks to boyfriend, we sparked it up last night.
Now, I'm obsessed. I can't wait for him to get home so that we can light another.
Monday, October 27, 2008
I would love to donate blood. I would love to donate platelets. Unfortunately, after simply reading a blog post about donating platelets, I almost fainted.
I can't even handle giving blood for my own purposes. I've fainted nearly every time that I've had to. I try to warn the nurses ahead of time, but most of them ignore me and leave a vial of my blood up on the counter.
Vial of blood in viewing area = Ashley is out for the count.
Can't we donate other things, less vomit inducing, to others?
I have plenty of calories to donate.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Are less people reading nowadays? I swear my comments have declined significantly since google reader became BIG. I decided to take the weekend off to see if anyone noticed.
Nope, no one did.
I kid, I kid. I really didn't have much to say.
Everything that I did have to say will have to be saved for another day. The Steelers lost so I'm in a pissy mood. My boyfriend (the other one, the Steeler's player) sucked a big one and I'm not amused with him.
My real boyfriend had friends in town and was on a 72 hour bender. I actually told him, "I am not enjoying you right now!" See what happens when the Steelers lose?
And it's almost Monday (again).
Friday, October 24, 2008
I saw this quiz on the Cat's Pajamas and had to try it out for myself.
This description fits me to a "T"-- except for the part about alcoholic and/or neglectful parents (that was certainly not my family growing up) and the part about procrastinating (I don't) and poor self-confidence (I have too much). Everything else though, is pretty spot on.
You Are a Marilyn!
You are a Marilyn -- "I am affectionate and skeptical."
Marilyns are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative.
How to Get Along with Me
* Be direct and clear
* Listen to me carefully
* Don't judge me for my anxiety
* Work things through with me
* Reassure me that everything is OK between us
* Laugh and make jokes with me
* Gently push me toward new experiences
* Try not to overreact to my overreacting.
What I Like About Being a Marilyn
* being committed and faithful to family and friends
* being responsible and hardworking
* being compassionate toward others
* having intellect and wit
* being a nonconformist
* confronting danger bravely
* being direct and assertive
What's Hard About Being a Marilyn
* the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind
* procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself
* fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of
* exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger
* wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right
* being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations
Marilyns as Children Often
* are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn
* are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger
* form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent
* look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel
* are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent
Marilyns as Parents
* are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty
* are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence
* worry more than most that their children will get hurt
* sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries
Let me know if you try it for yourself!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I know that I said that I wasn't going to tell, but we had decided to go with the Corpse Bride and Jack Skellington.
I say had, because that idea is blown.
We ordered the costumes and they were pathetic. John's was forty bucks and it was a cheap polyester jacket (no pants). Mine was 50 bucks and I looked like a slut (Corpse bride is supposed to be scary, not slutty). Never mind the fact that although I ordered a medium, which is SUPPOSED to fit a size 10/12-- I couldn't even fit both legs in without popping a few pearls from the bodice (for the record, I'm not a size 10 or 12).
We were not going to waste nearly 100 bucks on shiteous costumes so we went to plan b-- Malice in Wonderland.
Apparently, Malice was sold out.
Do we have a plan C?
In the end, we settled on the whole vampire and vampiress costumes (we want to be scary, and we want blood). Neither of us were pleased with the decision, but there's not much you can do with only one week before Halloween. Vampiress came in the mail today.
Since when does a vampire wear a tutu? Oh and P.S. Target- I ordered a medium. Thanks for screwing up my order and sending me a large. Oh, no wait, seriously thanks. I could barely squeeze my ass in the large.
Not only did Target screw up the sizes, they sent me a costume complete with a rip down the seam. They better accept my return- the order form clearly says medium and my package is clearly a large.
And we're back to the drawing board............
I should know better than ordering premade Halloween costumes. For every 10 you buy, one will be decent. Sure, I ordered costumes in college. But when I was in college, I wore a size 2 and actually wanted to show off all of my legal parts (I wasn't G.I. Ho for nothing- seriously, I'm puking in my mouth a little bit thinking about it).
Growing up, my mom always made our Halloween costumes from scratch and they were fantastic. Unfortunately, although I'm a domestic goddess, I'm a little nervous about sewing clothes.
I will be sewing next year.
Seriously, I could have practiced my skills on the Malice (Alice) costume. I'd be ripping it to shreds and covering it with blood anyways.
I sincerely hope that The Hills is fake (yes, I watch- stop laughing).
Why do I sincerely hope that it is fake, you ask?
Because if not, Heidi is a fool.
Sidenote: For the record, I find Lauren to be pretty whiny and looking back at her track record (circa Laguna Beach), she has a hard time maintaining friendships. As a result, I don't hate Heidi.
I digress- my point is that Spencer is a total tool. He's scrawny, he's a lowlife and he looks like a rat (the new facial hair makes me want to vomit). I cannot believe how disrespectful, conniving and asshol-ish he is. If he's not faking, Heidi needs a direct ticket to the clue bus.
That brings me to Audrina and Justin-Bobby. She may want to ride shotgun with Heidi, because that boy has GOT to go. He's using her and he doesn't want to be exclusive. I say, NEXT please.
My (reality) T.V. character hatred does not stop there.
I think that Heba from the biggest loser is literally the biggest loser. She doesn't shut her mouth and she thinks she runs the show. I also despise her little minions, Brady and Vickie. They have the worst attitudes in the world and are not enjoyable to watch.
I could quote several things that Vickie said last night that made me want to puke.. but I assume that I've bored you enough already.
For the record, my (reality) T.V. character hatred does not stop there.
Don't even get me started on Tyra.
In other news, tennis ended tonight. I really enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. I think we're actually going to continue on with our lessons. It was a great way to spend a Wednesday night.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I love coats.
I don't like wearing them (boo cold weather), but I love buying them.
My newest shopping dilemma.. (drum roll please)........
The Red Coat Saga
I tried on this red coat at Old Navy and it looked DIVINE.
Boyfriend liked it so much that he agreed to split it with me, as part of my anniversary present (although I told him to skip presents).
After falling in love with it, I remembered the fact that I already have a red coat in my closet. It's Banana, it's not as bold, and it's about 3 years old now. It's still cute, but not quite as cute as new coat. I tried it on when we got home and boyfriend said that new coat is cuter, but only marginally.
I'm torn-- should I buy new coat and sell old coat on ebay (I'm addicted to selling) or should I stick with old, albeit a little less cute (but free) coat and cross my fingers that boyfriend puts his money towards something sparkly, shiny and of the carat variety?
Monday, October 20, 2008
Boyfriend and I have officially been dating for one year, effective today.
We were both feeling under the weather (poor boyfriend is already in bed hopped up on NyQuil), so we spent the day together enjoying one year love (I know, don't barf).
We cooked a fantastic (Weight Watchers) Shepard's Pie and enjoyed one glass of champagne.
Boyfriend even managed to run out to get me these. All of these.
I love you boyfriend.. and I look forward to celebrating 50 more with you by my side.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
I feel like it's been forever since I posted anything with substance. Maybe not, but for now, you'll have to settle for another wrap-up.
My weight watching was going well (lost two pounds) until I went on a food bender late in the week. On Thursday I went out with some girlfriends and feasted on Spanish food and 2 margaritas (I should know better). The margaritas hit me harder than I'm used to and I'm pretty sure I managed to say the word speculum (don't ask) EVERY single time the waitress passed by. I'm willing to bet that if I tried to order a third drink, she would cut me of-- based solely on the words coming out of my mouth.
On Friday, I wanted to stay in and cuddle with the boyfriend, but we were persuaded to join some friends for happy hour. Of course, while there, we indulged in the best wings south of Buffalo. After a night out on the town, we returned home to continue the party back at the apartments and sang karaoke at the top of our lungs. The pizza delivery man (it actually wasn't for me this time) walked in at the perfect moment. Boyfriend and I were engaged in an all out duet battle singing 80's pop (I think that it was RESPECT).
On Saturday, my parents came up to visit and we went out to dinner.. YET AGAIN. I had a chicken sandwich, which wasn't as bad, but I also indulged in some onion rings and a couple beers. After dinner, the four of us headed to a haunted house and had a fabulous time. After the haunted house, we came back here for a night cap and a little Wii.
You might think that I would take it easy today, but no! The steelers were playing at one, and of course the Ravens were on cable instead of my beloveds. As a result, I was FORCED to go to the bar with some friends to watch the game (and eat a cheeseburger). I actually manged to lay off the booze today, but regardless... now you know why I'm a ball of chub.
I'm finally relaxing, laying on the couch with Sage. Boyfriend went to the Redskins game, so it's just me and my girl (I have no clue where my son is right now).
Labels: Weekend Wrap Up
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I've learned a few things this week- more specifically- I've learned all about what they don't teach you at a psychology program for grad school (or at least my grad program).
1. What to do when a fourth grader rushes into your office because he wants to end his life (really, this is sad- I shouldn't be joking about it) because he is overweight and his peer just told him that he looks like he ate half the cafeteria. I know what to do when a child says that they want to end their life, but I don't really know how to help him feel better about his weight. I just sat there like, uhhhhhhhhhh. I finally told him that I thought he was smart, and that he was very nice looking, and had nice hair (seriously, wtf was I thinking?).. Why didn't we cover weight issues in grad school?
2. I didn't learn how to keep a straight face. Today, the second graders were shown a picture of a pipe. Clearly, none of them knew what it was, so their hint was, "Santa smokes this." The answer (that was shouted aloud VERY loudly), "Pot!"
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
No spoilers here..
but is it just me, or is the winner announcement on Project Runway pretty anti-climatic?
It's basically like xxx you're out. That means that xxx, you won Project Runway.
Can we get some streamers? Perhaps some balloons floating down from the rafters? How about a little music or champagne?
I'm glad xxx won, but seriously-- it was a pretty depressing finale.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I started to develop a rash today. It went up my arms (on the inside). It has since subsided a bit on the arms, but it has moved up to my shoulders and back.
Being the hypo that I am, I'm certain it's something serious- especially since I haven't had a rash since I was about ten-years-old.
I haven't changed detergent. I'm not using new cleaning supplies. I'm not sure what is up.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Boyfriend is lovely and built our Ikea bookshelf tonight.
We were going to keep it upright, but I like it better like this. However, I have a question for you.. does it look okay with only three baskets?
I think it's fine, but boyfriend doesn't think that the pattern is complete (but he doesn't really care either way). So yes, boyfriend doesn't really care, but he mentioned it and now i'm slightly concerned about it. I'm not one for symmetry at all times, and I'm not in the mood to go back to Ikea-- but I will if it looks awkward.
This past weekend was my kinda weekend. It involved lotsa pajamas, lots of boyfriend, a horror flick, Mario Kart and Miller Lite.
Friday night, we stayed in and boyfriend grilled the most fabulous burgers! We ate outside on our patio and actually had time to talk.
On Saturday night, we did more of the same but this time, Noelle came over. I was happy that she did because that meant that I could sit home in sweats and gab about shopping, boys and clothes.
On Saturday afternoon, boyfriend and I ran errands, and searched high and low for our Halloween costumes. We narrowed it down to three choices, and were on a mission to narrow our choices down to one.
Boyfriend and I are huge Halloween junkies, and love haunted houses, horror flicks and dressing up. In regards to our costumes our three choices included (I'm not telling which one we picked yet, but feel free to weigh in) Wednesday Addams and Uncle Fester, Malice (not Alice) in Wonderland and Dead Hatter, and Jack Skellington and the Corpse Bride.
I am my mother's daughter. When I was little I always wanted to be a cheerleader or a pretty princess. Mom agreed, but only if I had a bullet hole right between the eyes. We weren't allowed to be cute, we had to be scary and/or dead. As a result of mom, you have a 27 year old that would rather dress up as Malice (complete with ripped outfit and blood stains) than Alice.
Anyways, we searched high and low, and finally ordered something online.
On Sunday, we made a trip down to Ikea to pick up a bookcase and then met up with our friends for some football (watching, that is). Boyfriend's team lost, but he was okay with it-- especially since Dallas lost as well. My team had a well deserved Bye week.
And here we are.. it's Monday. Although I love Columbus, the higher ups in my county do not and I was forced to spend a perfectly good holiday at work.
Work was busy, my principal is still evil, and I'm supposed to turn in a schedule so that she knows what I'm doing at all times. Hah. I don't even know that.
In other news, I decided to join Weight Watchers again. This time, I think that I'm actually going to try.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
I was checking my credit card balances today and working on my snowballing when I noticed a charge for $314.16 that I did not endorse, nor make.
I called Comcast, who charged me the amount and they had absolutely no record of that payment on my account, and stated that my last payment was on Sept 16, weeks after this new charge.
I called my credit card company and filed a dispute. It has been taken care of, but now I'm freakin' out about identity theft and what not. I asked the man at my credit card company if I should be worried but he said no (truthfully, I don't think he understood much English).
So tell me the truth, should I be concerned about this?
This sweet lil' man got into some trouble earlier this week.
Oh Snap has been to the ER-Vet approximately 2 times in the last year.
Oh Snap is the most mellow kitty in the world, who cannot be bothered by little mice and playing actively. He prefers to snooze and cuddle.
However, when he does try to play, the boy always gets himself in to trouble.
On Thursday, he decided to attack a spider in between the crack of the door. A door crack that was sprayed with WD-40 several weeks ago.
Of course I freaked out and called boyfriend. I said something along the lines of "guess what your son did!?!?!?" (He's always boyfriend's son when he gets himself into trouble).
The door crack won, and he ended up looking like this...
One emergency vet visit later, Snap needs a week long course of eye drops. Although you can't tell in this picture, he tore up his eyelid pretty good while attacking the door jam.
Upon returning home, he returned to being my son, and was cuddled and coddled for the rest of the evening.
Not to be outdone, while grilling burgers outside last night, Sage escape through the screen door and made it halfway over the side of the balcony.
I almost freaked.
I give her a good, safe, loving home. There is no need to try to escape.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I'm still cracking up about The Mailman ....
How does one blonde haired, green eyed girl
One Irish blued eyed boy
One African American child?
Also, I'm having a fashion crisis.. where can I buy basic, but super cute and stylish white, cream, brown, black, and other assorted neutral color shirts? I've tried Old Navy, but they are all see through. I've tried NY and Company, but they just aren't my style. Help please.
I have a closet full of colors-- rich purple, deep blue, green etc. I do not own a single decent basic top.
That's a serious problem considering the fact that not only are my shirts colorful, I own dress pants that are blue, green, plum, baby blue, turquoise, and other assorted colors. I have nothing to go with them.
Help me! I'm addicted to color.
I learned all about diaphragmatic breathing yesterday at my conference (and no, I'm not the worst psychologist in the world, I already knew how to do it, but it was a nice review).
We even practiced it.
Homegirl informed us that when we use this with our clients, we should ask them to "smell the roses, and blow it out like a candle" or to let them brainstorm their own analogy.
I spent the next three hours laughing on the inside.
If I had my kids brainstorm, I could almost guarantee that they would come up with something along the lines of...
"smell the glue, and blow out that fire we started in the first grade bathroom (true story)."
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I had a conference today up in Columbia.
It was about anxiety, and it was actually one of the few conferences that didn't make me want to
a) whack my head against the wall repeatedly
c) shake my foot uncontrollably
d) roll my eyes constantly
I did roll my eyes, but it was only about once every half an hour (that's progress people).
Oh, and I did shake my foot repeatedly, but that was only to annoy the 69 year old chick sitting next to me who decided to sit not just all up in my grill, but basically on my lap.
And, yes. I did try to annoy her on purpose. An actual text to boyfriend sent at 9:32am said, "This dumb slut next to me is like up my ass. I'm going to annoy her by shaking my leg. It's part of my plan."
I'm a real sweetie right?
She didn't stop.. she only inched closer and closer. I spent 7 hours in a conference room with a pole between my legs in an attempt to protect my own personal space.
I know for a fact that she is 69. She wrote it on her demographic/survey paper and since I was sitting so close to her, I most certainly noticed.
Aside from grandma, I learned a lot and the speaker was very entertaining and informative.
In other news, I'm not trying to diss Columbia, but I've only been there once. What the heck is up with the fact that nothing is marked or advertised? It took me about an hour to find a lunch place and the nearest target. They are called signs people-- and they were invented for a reason. It was like I was in another land, where all shops fade into the background.
I found this website on another blog (can't remember which) and I had to try it out for myself.
Apparently, when you merge boyfriend and myself, you get a duck. Sweet. She's decent looking-- I'm not sure what's up with the costume though.
When we tried for a son, this is what we got.....
(Don't tell boyfriend, but I was obviously doing the mailman when he was conceived).
I'm going to be laughing about this all night.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Boyfriend and I were feeling quite ambitious yesterday and decided to hit up several local events.
We started off the day with a trip to our local neighborhood Oktoberfest celebration. We didn't stay long, but we made a loop and checked out a few of the vendors. I was psyched to be outside, it was absolutely gorgeous.
After the festival, we headed home to watch the Redskins win their game (yay for boyfriend).
Later in the afternoon, we hit up a local farm. Of course we took pictures.
The farm was hosting a corn maze, which was actually quite fun. It wasn't exactly what I was expecting, but it was nice to be outside, walking around, and getting lost with the boyfriend.
The maze had all sorts of cute signs throughout.. This was my favorite...
The was boyfriend's least favorite...
..and because I'm always looking for a photo-op, here's one last picture inside the maze.
After the corn maze, we headed to dinner and then came back to the farm a little bit later in the evening for the haunted house. Part of the haunted house is 3-D, so we got to wear these tres fashionable glasses...
After the haunted house, we headed back home to watch the Steelers win (yay for me). I'm exhausted today, but I've been missing boyfriend so I'm glad we got to enjoy a fabulous fall day out and about.
Today I had my semi-annual observation with my boss (I know, perfect timing after a super busy weekend). I was very nervous about it to say the least (b/c my principal hates my guts)... but I think it went pretty well.
At one point, I made a suggestion and I swear the guidance counselor was mocking me (for the principal's satisfaction) and making faces. She kept saying (while nodding her head, winking, and looking like an all out ass) that what I suggested "was a very good idea."
Whatever, when my boss left she said that she was very impressed by the amount of knowledge that I was able to share about each child, and that she was impressed with the fact that I know most of the kids in the school and contributed so much to the meeting.
Bonus points for me. I won't find out what she really thought until May, but I'm not sweating it. She appeared to be pleased.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Apparently, I'm all about posting pictures today!
Here's a few more that Mari sent me from our Girl's Night out at the theater last night.
Mari, Alli, Lori (My MidMid Life Crisis) and Me
Doesn't it look beautiful outside? The restaurant was fabulous.. I highly recommend if you're in the Baltimore area.
Mari snapped this picture inside the hippodrome. Three seconds later, she was yelled at by a mean scary usher. =]
Here's one that we took after the show. We didn't do this on purpose, but me and my fellow bloggers make up the left side of the photo (Lori, me and Laurie from Darth Mama) and our technologically challenged friends are all on the right.
Isn't he a cutie?!
Snap, eyeing his sister and her toy
Action shot.. Snap pouncing in to join the fun
Snap, up close and personal
Sage, less cooperative than usual today.
Mom and Dad gave them popcorn. Their favorite snack.
Last night, my friends and I went to see Legally Blonde the Musical in Baltimore (amazing).
We started off the night with tapas and sangria. It was a gorgeous night last night so we sat outside and relaxed before the show.
Here's a picture of Mari, Alli, Lori from My Mid-Mid-Life Crisis, and me of course. There are more pictures on the way, but they are on Mari's camera, not mine.
After dinner, Laurie (from Darth Mama) and her PTC (Preteen child) met us at the Hippodrome.
The show was incredible. I'm an avid Legally Blonde fan, but my friends aren't all quite as into it as I am. Regardless, whenever I looked down our row, I noticed that all of us were laughing out long and tapping out toes with the music.
It was an incredibly hilarious and entertaining show. If they come to your city, definitely check it out-- it's perfect for girl's night out.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Please remind me that I'm an idiot the next time I decide to share (almost) an entire box o' wine between four people on a Thursday night.
I had a few of my coworkers over for dinner last night. I whipped up a lasagna, Mari made salad, Alli covered the garlic bread, and Noelle brought strawberry cheesecake.
It was just a low-key dinner party, that turned into a four hour drink/bitch/talk/gossip fest. I had a phenomenal time, but I had absolutely NO desire to go into work today.
Sadly, we have a staff meeting the first Friday of every month, so I couldn't call in sick or wear jeans like I would on a normal Friday. Staff meeting days are fun (b/c it means that I can go out to lunch with my friends) but they always turn into a who's cuter than who, who's better dressed and who's nails are done popularity fest.
Here's hoping that I didn't look as rough as I felt.
Labels: Wacky Work
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I've never watched the Biggest Loser (I'm not sure what that says about me) until last night (okay, tonight really-- I DVR'ed it to see what all the fuss was about).
but holy crap ya'll, that show is sad.
I had to hold back the tears at least 7 times in a span of 7 minutes.
I'm not sure what that says about me either.....