So my last entry was the wedding one I don't know if any of my buds still check this. MySpace is down and I was bored. I'm at work and it is snowing. We are under a winter watch actually.
This morning I made Jeff bring me up to work because of the snow, and because I was morning sicknessing. Yesterday, Geoff and Eric had new keys made for the shop, but this morning mine didn't work and Jeff had already driven away to go to Clarksburg to go to . So I was stranded. I thought I might try to go through the haunted old theatre, but I didn't know where the light switch was. There was no way I was going to grope my way through the dark down to the dank basement. So I went to the Man's Store that's next to us, luckily they were open. Luckily too, I memorized Geoff and Eric's number. Geoff said he'd be down in a minute. So I stayed with the lady next door and waited until the guys got up here. Together the three of us made our way down into the basement. By the way the stairs leading down sorta collapsed at the top, so I had to sit downin order to get down. All we had as light was Geoff's lighter, which doesn't light too far ahead. But we made to the creepy cork door that leads to our part of the basement. This door is always kept shut, but it was wide open. Creepy. For peace of mind I say the wind did it. But who knows.
So now we are open and it's a blizzard out there... well, not quite that bad, but bad enough that I am chilly.

I think I write better on this blog, maybe I just need the color... who knows... Anywho, even though I'll be bored, I think there's nothing more to say.

The Aftershock

So I'm married! Jeff and I tied the knot May, 14, 2005 at 4 p.m. It went really well, but at the same time I am glad it's over. Here's the day in some detail:

Mia (my grandmother) woke me up at 8 a.m. She was supposed to get me at 8:45, but decided since I needed to pack the earlier the better. Actually, I hadn't slept well anyway. I had woken up at 6:30 anyway, and hadn't been able to fall back asleep. After getting up I took a bath in the jacuzzi trying to relax.

Something I atleast had never thought about, is when you go get your hair done to wear something that buttons off. So that you don't have to pull anything over your head. Brilliant!

The group of us went to the mall, and Kat talked me into having my eyes done professionally. Some Clinique specialist did it. Honestly I wanted to cry. My mascara was too thick.

Kris, Kat, and I went to the pool where Jeff was staying. But have no worries! Jeff didn't see me. We did my make up there, because apparently outside is the best place to do it. It totally makes since. Stephanie, our ever talented photographer took some pics. Zach took a swim, and Kris and Jenny watched Kat do my make up.

Soon we were off to the church. The girls helped me somehow get into my dress. Actually, Cynthia was the only one who had seen how to do the straps in the back, but she was unable to come because her grandmother died, and she needed to stay with her mom. So Kristen had to do her best to get the kriss-crosses to look good. Though it stressed her out, she did a good job.

So of course I was a sissy girl and cried. My grandmother came in the nursury turned dressing room. She started to tear up, and I told her not to cry. I turned around to try to control myself, and there was Kat about to cry. I said, "No! If you cry I'm defiently going to cry." Then Kristen pipes up, "If you cry I'm going to cry too, but then I'll just be mad at you for ruining your make up!" So we dabbed away the tears. Kat said the bright side was my tears thinned out the clumpy mascara.

The ceremony is a bit of a blur. I remember smiling a lot, and playing with Jeff's hands. Gosh, he was handsome. I couldn't take my eyes off him, unless to look at the pastor. I sort of remember talking. My voice sounded so pretty to my ears. It might have just been the words. I felt pretty. I was so afraid of not being the pretty bride. That my face would just be a mess, all splochy and stuff. But I truly felt beautiful. The rest of the cake may be in the trash, but photos last forever.

Speaking of cake... it was scrumptious! But here's where stuff starts to go wrong. I left my cake cutters at Mia's. She had spares, but I really wanted mine! You know because I picked them, and I didn't want it to be all phoo-phoo and traditional. And my garder was in the truck of Mia and Grand-da-dee's Cadillac. Which naturally they didn't come in. So we tied a ribbon around my thigh. Cedric caught it, and Kat caught my bouquet.

Our car was decorated. And yes, there were cans. People! He-he.

Here's to bouquets, garder, champange, and extended family!

Napoleon Dynamite was the raddest movie, stinkin ever! And totally clean! Jeff and I plan on buying it. We realized the other day that our movie collections will be put together sometime. Crazy.
So I decided to drop my math class. It was a hard decision and I cried. I actually cried all Monday, like it was going out fo style, though it was never my style. I'm better now mostly. Still, I can be an irrational girl, but who can't?
My mommy is off the treatment. That is totally a blessing. It seems like she's been on it forever.
I really wish my cat was here to snuggle with. I miss his fat, gray fluff.
Today in the book store they are handing gift boxes with Sponge Bob on them. The girls has day quill, and night quill, sample shampoo, and brochere on clarasil. The boys has Ramen, so Jeff gave me his since he doesn't like it. I bought Ramen when I first got here, and still haven't had any. I need to do that. Some people eat it raw. I am not a fan.
Lunch is now, so I better go.
To Ramen and Romance!

To Those Who Have Missed Me

It has been a long time. School is in session, and I am moved in. Already classes are a bummer, but I will perservere. I will never understand math, but I am willing to learn I guess. It gives me a headache. I feel very out of place in my Spanish class, but Andie and I bought the book today, and now maybe I will get it. Learning a language is very frustrating. God is on my side though. I figure in heaven language will be universal, like it was before the Tower of Babel. How wild it would be to turn around and hear something completely different. It would be confusing. Spanish, I believe, is a lovely language, and the way it trickles off the tongue is poetic. Though it is not the language of love like french it is beautiful. I wonder if people from other countries find english to be beautiful?
Tomorrow is Jeff and my 7 month anniversary. Lovely. We are going to see Napoleon Dynamite in a bit to celebrate. I am very excited. I know it will be a movie I will enjoy. He is probably waiting in the lobby, so I must go.
To movies and mayhem, ~ Ashley Elizabeth

Young Adult

*The good thing about being a Young Adult is the title, and people see you as the future.
*The bad thing about being a young adult is your parents still just hear the word "young."
~Ashley Elizabeth Jae August 14, 2004 (11:02 a.m.)

Hey! It's been a little while. Let me tell you about my weekend. Actually, it went real well. Jeff and I drove down to Victoria, Texas. We got lost only once, but we can call that the "scenic" tour. My grandparents like Jeff! Well, my grandmother, Mia, loooooves him. hehe* She said, "Jeff I don't know if you came here to get aquainted or get our approval, but you have both." Ummm... how sweet is that?! Wow, I didn't expect that. I knew it'd go well, but that was more than I imagined.

We spent Satuday - Monday night with them, and went to church on Sunday. That was an interesting trip in itself. We finally made it church a... umm... little late. Naturally, I was hugged many times, and told about when I was this high (even the shorter ladies bent at the waist to demonstrate). It's funny to see these women remember me, and have only a slight recollection of who they are.

Mostly, Jeff and I watched t.v. Of course not missing Big Brother. It was a good time for us to relax, and talk to Mia, and not listen to little kids. It was a break that both of us needed. And a nice pause before beginning school again, though I am completely excited about that. I am ready to see my girls. I am ready to start new classes. I am ready to see Jeff daily. I am ready to share a room with my lovely roommate Krista again, and not a 6 year old, though I will miss Tessie bunches!

The news: My boss Matt and Hannah had their baby girl. Ella Grace Brown is her name. Isn't that beautiful? I love the name Ella!

Anacondas looks like a wicked dumb movie! A waste of boxoffice space. It seems like they took some of the same plotlines and characters from the first movie. I say that if you are going to make a movie about something that really exists you need to make it realistic. 50 ft anaconda snake is not realistic, because they don't get that big! I think the longest they get is 20 ft. That was also the problem in the original movie. It wasn't 50 feet, but it was longer than it should be... let me get out the encyclopedia. "The anaconda, a semiaquatic snake of the boa family, is found in central America and tropical South America. The largest boa in the Western Hemisphere, it can reach 7.6 m (25 ft.). The giant anaconda may live 50 years." Academic American Encyclopedia 1980. See???? 25 ft. at the most. So if you're going to make it scary make it real. Otherwise it's just a cheap thrill to jump. Of course as a snake hater myself I would be actually scared, because I can see a commercial for snake shows on the discovery channel and freal out, but a movie with false information will not leave me with the thrill of being scared for long.

More News: Jase is gone! Sweet! OKay, so I'm thrilled. Sure he was a funny guy, but man did he get on my nerves. Sometimes he was just plain weird. It is good to see the underdogs ahead, now I have to see who will become my new least favorite. I hope Jase and Holly have a lovely life together. (giggles)

Until we meet again, here's to babies, Big Brother, and Boas. Victoria and Vacation.

This left me in shock

Read these... I know I was surprised!

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,126401,00.html

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,127974,00.html

And here's an article:

Nov. 12, 2002 Talk about blowing it on national TV.

Fox News anchor Shepard Smith had something fairly egglike on his face last week when he launched into what should have been a straightforward item about tension between Jennifer Lopez and her old Bronx neighbors.

"J.Lo's new song 'Jenny From the Block' is all about Lopez's roots, about how she's still a neighborhood gal at heart," Shepherd declared innocently enough, before veering horribly off his teleprompted script. "But folks from that street in New York, the Bronx section, sound more likely to give her a curb job than a blow job!"

Oops!

Smith was quick to attempt a correction -- "Or a bl-bl-block party!" -- but it was too late. The damage was done, and the poor fellow knew it.
When the cameras switched back to Smith from a clip of Lopez shimmying in song, the anchor had a mighty rueful look on his face.

"Sorry about that slip-up there," he said gravely. "I have no idea how that happened, but it won't happen again."

Forgive and forget, J.Blow?

Katie's Lesson; Turned Mine

Yesterday, I was working my shift with Katie. You have to understand that Katie is an extraordinary girl! She has such love for life, and a desire to please and share God. So during her last few minutes at work she went to clean the bathrooms. Josh C. took care of bar, so I headed in the back to do some dishes when Katie returns. She says to me, "God just showed me a very important lesson." I asked her what had he taught her? She replied, "I now like to clean the toilets." There was a pause. "I was cleaning them and a woman came in and told me that cleaning toilets was her favorite job. I asked her why. She told me that she gets such joy from doing a job that most people don't like to do. I thought, that you know what Ashley, I should be like Paul. I can be like Paul. He said to take joy in all circumstances. Even toilets, and that's what I am going to do." With that she trotted off to get toilet paper. About 15 rolls fell out of the box and onto her head. It didn't even phaze her. She took what she wanted, stacked the rest, and headed back to the bathrooms.

Katie's spirit always allows me to grow. She teaches me something every time I am with her. It is her spunk and encouragement that leads me on. I am amazed at how happy she always is. I have never seen someone be that consistant in their happiness. When I see her I think to myself - that is who I want to be like.

fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Heb. 12:2

2 Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, 3 knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. 4 And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. James 1:2-4