tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68273220316814069052024-03-12T20:17:56.908-07:00Impossible FoxAshleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-41314008093368382972013-01-21T15:06:00.000-08:002013-01-21T15:06:17.325-08:00Today was... Emotional<br />
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Never have I wished an off day to be over. They come few and far between, but I was ready to end this day. I woke up early, Josh had made me breakfast, which was lovely of him but I didn't enjoy it. I eat eggs now, but sometimes I can't. I get halfway through and am done. Happens with bananas, too, and other foods. Whatever. And then my husband and I argued. Not over the egg situation, of course. But over opinions on something neither of us will change. </div>
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I spent the next few hours doing house work and trying to finish turning the table cloths I purchased into curtains, but couldn't find the rings anywhere. </div>
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Shortly before noon, driving to the gym, light flurries turned thick, like fog, and my car began to slide on what did not seem like an icy highway. Cars all around me were sliding off the road and swerving. I saw on the other side, going east, the beginnings of what turned out to be a 85 car pile up. I was shaken and crying, feeling so grateful that my new car kept me from going out of control.</div>
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At the gym, I hugged Josh, forgetting about the morning, and tried to focus on my workout. I was feeling pretty good at first, I'm up to 55 on my push press (where I was only at 20lbs 2 weeks ago) and ready to push myself. Not what happened. After just a few pull ups I felt my body begging me to give up, and that was only part of the WoD. I finished, with Josh and John cheering me on, but was a wreck and crying again at the end. I cried at the gym. Boooo. </div>
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I was feeling pretty crappy at that point, but thankfully the next part was iced coffee. And baby snuggles. A friend from work invited me to meet her not yet 3 week old babe and goodness it was just what I needed. She farted on me and refused to burp after her bottle, but I was happy to hold her. </div>
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My emotions are hopefully settled for the day now and I can get a good nights sleep. Except I had that afternoon coffee. Crap. </div>
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Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-48095487744850425712013-01-06T19:53:00.002-08:002013-01-06T19:53:31.350-08:002013- a little listI've never been one to have a "new year's resolution"... I start things such as working out again the beginning of December (just like this year) and trying to stick to eating better several times a month, etc. <br />
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The past few days I've tried to come up with a few goals for myself and even tried to take notes of ideas in my planner. ( I got as far as titling the top of the page though. So that was <i>something</i>) So here's a try at typing some goals.<br />
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1. Continue Crossfit. At least stick with it until I can have enough journal entries to see results and decide how I feel. Right now, I feel sore. Its a good sore though. And that leads to a few specific 'fitness goals'<br />
1a. Be able to do a pull up. Right now I can barely with 2 bands assisting me.<br />
1b. Push ups without knees<br />
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2. Spend as much time with that husband as I can in the next 12 (gulp, only 12??) weeks before he deploys. Which includes a vacation. Which we can't really afford right now, but its easier to pay off credit cards when he's not around anyway.<br />
We've been discussing Florida, maybe Texas, or Tennessee again. This is truly just a list of places he'd like to live and wants to talk me into moving to. Ha.<br />
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3. Get more sleep. Drink more water. I looove coffee. I would inject it into my veins if I could. But I'm trying to force myself into seeing it as a special treat and get sufficient rest and good ol' H2O instead. So far I've had close to a gallon every day this week. #bathroombreaksgalore<br />
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4. Plan out meals/cook more. Heck, maybe, just maaaybe plan out what I want to make for dinner <i>before</i> I go to the grocery. And keep going to the farmer's markets!<br />
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5. Find out who Gossip Girl is. Seriously! I'm in the middle of season 3 and my friend just told me I'll find out on the very last episode. And then figure out which show I'll watch next!<br />
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So thats all I have for the start of 2013. Hope to make it a good (and fast one!)<br />
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<br />Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-72259566689973431582013-01-04T05:47:00.000-08:002013-01-04T05:47:22.204-08:00Festival of LightsIn the 6 winters Josh and I have been together we always say we'll make it to the zoo's Festival of Lights... and then don't.<br />
This year he asked me if we could take H & M on a night I was babysitting them anyway.<br />
We got there before it was dark and pretty empty. I purchased the reusable cups for hot chocolate and H said "it was the best hot chocolate ever!"<br />
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We rode the carousel and the train and made it all the way to the other side of the zoo when I realized it was getting close to leaving time and the zoo was packed. It took us forever to get back to where we parked, both children decided they couldn't walk anymore, and while I can usually carry them both at the same time (even at 4 & 6 years old!) my legs we so sore from the gym, that walking myself was hard enough.<br />
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After making back to H & M's house and putting them to bed, Josh took a little nap himself until their parents got home. And taking pictures of him sleeping is my favorite thing. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4A_Bvk8S7I6izYMKtBrqR8cmDp_6Lwk_v2aSt3U8ZdeRYOgwph1d4RtHPWBrXNCty12Xv8OjHxIpXTWrnRPAv59UGNJAgcwG07BperfIlaPykO6Ws387fhKpkNbxvr2nNL53K_dPvixE/s640/blogger-image--90754560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4A_Bvk8S7I6izYMKtBrqR8cmDp_6Lwk_v2aSt3U8ZdeRYOgwph1d4RtHPWBrXNCty12Xv8OjHxIpXTWrnRPAv59UGNJAgcwG07BperfIlaPykO6Ws387fhKpkNbxvr2nNL53K_dPvixE/s640/blogger-image--90754560.jpg" /></a></div>
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<br />Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-39388562526849994912012-12-17T15:36:00.001-08:002012-12-17T18:12:21.665-08:00My first try at Crossfit<br />
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I haven't worked out in awhile. I've never been dedicated enough to put a workout over an extra half hour in bed, even though it makes me feel better in the long run. </div>
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Anyway, Josh had invited me to the gym before and finally Saturday I went with him, which meant trying a Crossfit WoD. Josh has been doing Crossfit for the past few months and it was nice that he was able to explain what to do to me, especially since I was nervous. </div>
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It was a pretty simple workout and I think I did well. Made it through 3 rounds in 7 minutes. The rowing machine was not my fav. And Josh attempted to motivate me by telling me I was " trying to get to Ryan Gosling"... Which made me laugh. The next day I was sooo sore! I'm hoping I'll be able to continue working out, just need to find the time. Or get my lazy self out of bed!</div>
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Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-75602555962550245042012-12-06T14:31:00.000-08:002012-12-06T14:31:23.281-08:00Market Date<br />
On our way back home on Sunday we stopped in Columbus. I had never been and Josh knew about a market that was similar to Findlay he had been to a few times.<br />
The market was inside what used to be a paper factory, which is pretty neat.<br />
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It was really hard to decide where to pick to eat. We walked around once to look at everything, and if I had been alone I would have gone in a circle a few more times. (I'm a mess like that.) I went with the place that made their own pasta and had pasta with artichoke and gorgonzola sauce. So good.<br />
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And then we had Jeni's ice cream. I've bought her ice cream a few times at Jungle Jim's but it was special to get to try scoops of different flavors. I can't remember all of the flavors we tried (all 5 of them. Ha.) but the sweet potato with toasted marshmallow was wonderful. In fact, I want more right now!<br />
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It was a nice stop and break in the middle of our very, very long day. Seriously, longest day ever. Now I need to get Josh to Findlay since he's never been. </div>
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Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-39945681801433507882012-12-02T03:08:00.001-08:002012-12-02T03:08:35.133-08:00CurrentlyIt is currently 6am and we have been on the road for 3 hours. <br />
I only slept an hour last night and because I can't sleep with noise (the radio. And really it is way too early for Crime In Stereo) and its so dark out that I can't even read on my Kindle. <br />
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Driving- to Youngstown. It's the husbands Christmas family party. I have no idea what to expect but am hoping to have fun. Or at least not be cranky. <br />
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Reading- The Night Circus. I've eyeballed this one at Target quite a few times ( I'm drawn to books by their cover. Sue me) and finally remembered to charge my Kindle so I could buy it. <br />
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Excited about- my new car! We purchased a new Santa Fe and I actually like driving now. Though Josh does whenever we go somewhere together. Don't worry, I'm still lost all the time. <br />
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Late night anxiety- making a decision about my job future. I've had back and forth arguments with myself, if I love working with children and I love young children, then I can be happy anywhere, right? Wrong. Now I need to figure out what's next... <br />
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Oh and planning for Christmas. My family keeps asking me for a wish list or ideas. I'm horrible at asking for things. Unless one of them wants to clean my house for me...Then my sister would clear my closet! Haha <br />
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Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-58902691623290150802012-11-26T18:40:00.001-08:002012-11-26T18:40:11.846-08:00The Thankful Post<i>Oooh here you are post that saved instead of posting and doesn't have any pictures! Wonderful to see you. Good to know I'm still thankful for all things below...</i><br />
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A few things I'm feeling especially grateful and thankful for this year...<br />
-<b>Becoming a wife</b>. Our quick decision to get married before he left for basic training may not have been how I originally thought it would happen, but whenever has life gone how I planned? (Hint: never!) Marriage isn't easy, but its wonderful. Don't tell him I said that.<br />
-<b>My new family</b>. Josh has given me a mother in law, a sister, a brother, and an aunt. They've gone out of their way to make me feel loved. <br />
- <b>Allison</b> moving home. I've known her my whole entire life. She takes care of me and is number one whenever I have an emergency. I look to her for advice, guidance, and for the best home made meals. Seriously. She can cook. *Bonus that she gave me Paighton, who I love dearly **Double bonus. We will be welcoming a little man this spring. I can't wait to meet him!<br />
-<b>Elyse</b>. Not only is she the smartest and most hilarious young lady I know, this girl finishes collage and joins the peace corps. She left in October to spend the next 2 1/2 years in Ghana. Her big heart amazes me. Learning about life in Africa really puts all of my silly problem into perspective, and makes me thankful for little things.<br />
-My <b>mom</b>. She is kind, silly, and oh so wonderful. I'm so lucky to have a friendship with her and even more so that I can call her mom. Plus watching her dance is hilarious, she's good for that, too.<br />
-<b>H&M</b>. I've babysat these two for just over 5 years. Forever. The other night M asked me if I had any kids (a question he has asked me since being able to ask questions) I told him no, of course he knows I do not. He thought a moment and say "Yeah kinda, Ash. You kinda got kids because you got us." And I died from the adorableness.<br />
-xoAshleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-66578371731627227102012-11-17T07:53:00.000-08:002012-11-17T07:53:10.268-08:00ChristmakindlmarktLast night after Paighton's indoor soccer game and dinner, we made our way over to Germania.<br />
Allison wanted to go to <a href="http://www.germaniasociety.com/site2007/main.html">Chrismakindlmarkt</a>, and I had no idea what she was talking about, but a craft fair with food? I'm game.<br />
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Here is a crappy phone picture of inside. There were German toys, cuckoo-clocks, ornaments, lace table cloths, and the most adorable nut crackers I've ever seen. The large one that looked like the rat king made my heart melt. But he was too expensive. I'll be wishing I would have gotten him anyway.</div>
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Paighton and I had hot chocolates. Even though the area was covered with heaters, I was still freezing. As aways. Allison and I grabbed some pastries to go. HUGE cream puffs and also an apple strudel that I meant to share with Josh, but I forgot when I snuck a bite this morning after breakfast, then ending up finishing the whole thing. Whoops.</div>
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<br />Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-19738568213869817422012-10-17T18:11:00.001-07:002012-10-17T18:11:42.574-07:00A honeymoon, 6 months after pt.2Our second morning started with a long walk to donuts and coffee. And me forcing Josh to let me take pictures of him. I kept saying "I need your picture or it ruins our vacation!" He eventually let me, since I let him take pictures of me like this. The bear was very frightened.<br />
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And being that it was our first trip since getting married, 6 months after getting married, a mini honeymoon?<br />
Josh and I drove (ok, he drove) ... to Gatlinburg, not getting there until super late Friday night. We woke up early (I woke first and pestered him awake, as usual) and started the morning with a walk to Flapjack's and I tried the s'mores pancakes. So much sugar. And I loved drinking from the mason jars.<br />
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Camels, horses, ponies, donkey, zebra, zonkey (?!), emus, goats, pigs, reindeer, and a few others.<a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-asNVc1cF0wA/UH4FAChKHEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/osVxyD-cfk8/s640/blogger-image--2115391717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-asNVc1cF0wA/UH4FAChKHEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/osVxyD-cfk8/s640/blogger-image--2115391717.jpg" /></a></div>
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"> I've worked so much the past few weeks that I'm just plain exhausted. Being in a brand new school with toddlers, my work for the day is never really over and there is never any time to catch up. There's always a toy to clean, a new assessment to do, a lesson plan to write, diapers to check, a child to hug... ok so maybe the hugging part isn't too bad. </span></div>
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I'm hoping that my room gets a third person soon so that my days are 'normal' again. I had such a nice summer eating and hanging out that I'd like some time to do it with my husband especially since (here it comes...) its almost fall! Bring on the pumpkin, please! Oh, and corduroy pants.</div>
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Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-59538783924201631992012-08-25T15:09:00.001-07:002012-08-25T15:09:48.815-07:00PlanningI feel so lost when I'm not able to look directly at a calendar when talking about future plans. I was told long ago that my ADD affects the way my brain manages time and it would always be a struggle. Well, it is. <br />
So in order for me to remember things, I find myself telling people I know will remind me. Example being the bridal shower, for a wedding that I am in, was today. Thank goodness Allison remembered. <br />
I try to use my iPhone, but I dont care for the way it's set up and planners have always helped. <br />
I spent too many days looking before finally purchasing this pretty one from Target. On sale too :) It may be silly, but I love writing in a fresh new book.<br />
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I really, reeeaally did not want to start here. It's not that I don't love toddlers, I do. I just never had this in my plans. So here I am, with what may be first day jitters, wondering why I got out of bed, yet knowing I'll be ok. Just need to give myself time to adjust and see how it goes. <br />
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Wednesday morning was family day. It was a little strange not seeing him for 5 months then all of a sudden he was in front of me, dressed up and shaved face. Ah, and the rules that we weren't allowed to hug long or hold hands was the worst! Even so, we had a nice lunch and spent the day together. He showed us the museum, shopping centers, and where he had trained. I had no idea it would be so big!<br />
I could not sleep at all that night and was so happy when it was finally Thursday and time for graduation. I didn't cry, but when he introduced me to all of his buddies and drill sergeants, they all had so many nice things to say, I was blown away. He was so dedicated and helpful and hard working the whole time he was there. I'm so proud of him! <br />
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Since getting my new dresser, I have been going through my and husband's clothes and closets. I almost feel as though I'm nesting. Ha. So I found these pants by elevenses and it popped in my head to cut them! <br />
The sewing job I did is pretty horrific, but then again I don't really know how to sew! Might have to get a more capable person to tidy them up... But I do think they turned out pretty cute!<br />
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I seem to be getting tattooed every July... </div>
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My baby cousin Nicholas turned 1! He's so handsome.</div>
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Brunch at Melt. I know this isn't food, its Elinor. But she's pretty tasty. </div>
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She is beautiful and perfect in every way.</div>
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Josh had flowers delivered to me at work! It was a few days before my birthday, but the kids in my classroom were super excited and spent the afternoon smelling them as they walked by.</div>
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July 4th breakfast with Elyse. Who said it was too early for pictures.</div>
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Super into yellow lately. Which I used to never even like. </div>
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Visit to Washington Park. It was the perfect sunny but not too hot day. </div>
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Being the clumsy girl I am, I tore a ligament after stepping on a tennis ball last week. The foot has been bruised and looks horrible, which has been making getting around a little hard. </div>
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A letter from addressed to me from Hogwarts.</div>
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Green ink and signed by McGonagall and everything! I geeked out big time.</div>
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My birthday means I'm officially 27. Strange how each year seems to go faster then the last. I'm glad I spent it with my closest friends (Whoops Caitlin, I didn't get a picture of you! Ellie looks enough like you though) and my mom. Boy, did I eat more desserts than I should have! </div>
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Only 18 more days until I'll be with Josh again. Can't wait to see where my 27th year takes me!</div>
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i scored a zara tank from snooty fox yesterday, as well as some other adorable items. love how i only go to look and then end up finding things i can't part with. this has <i><b>little bugs</b></i> on it, and the bright kelly green i'm loving lately. what color do i <i>not</i> love these days? </div>
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i painted a tray orange this past weekend. i've always had a dislike for orange, but it suddenly has grown on me so much the past few months. funny how tastes change. </div>
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now that i am writing to Josh daily, it gives me reason to reflect on decisions i made that day, conversations i had, mostly food i ate. i love knowing how adult i feel now. odd how being married makes a difference. i'm still shy, somewhat panicked and unsure when dealing with confrontation, but i find myself handling it in a way a younger me would be proud of. unfortunately this skill has been used at work and with my family recently, but i'm ok with that. i keep reminding myself i'm an adult and i can be kind and make my voice heard. even though my ears are always<i> incredibly</i> red after.</div>
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Before we knew that the dates had been extended for this years' butterfly show, Allison and i made plans to go. i had been on a field trip outside all day and was hot and exhausted but i had fun. Spent awhile relaxing on the bench just watching. They had changed the rules a bit, they encourage you to only try to get the butterfly on the paper flower provided, so there were many more butterflies than anytime i've ever gone. Guess not so many people touching them helped.</div>
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Friday Paighton and I went to the Farmer's Market at Harvest Home (bought natural bug spray, hope it works!) and let Pai ride rides at the festival next door. She choose sushi for dinner, seriously never has there been a child who gobbles that stuff so quickly, then she finally got me to take her to putt putt golf. i had fun, and i'm horrible at it. Our scores we pretty close. Ha.</div>
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My name is officially changed everywhere except on my driver's license. I'll get there. <br />
I bought the bright green sandals from J Crew I've been eyeing for weeks. They were on sale so I let myself. They are the cutest and most painful shoes I've ever worn. Muppet band aides to the rescue. <br />
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Spent the day setting up the summer classroom and had a meet and greet with families. Fingers are crossed the summer goes well!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fsPJOv47pzo/T8guHKD84UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WYnlwLSNjnQ/s640/blogger-image-188357887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fsPJOv47pzo/T8guHKD84UI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WYnlwLSNjnQ/s640/blogger-image-188357887.jpg" /></a></div>Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-26523122024735892472012-05-28T14:23:00.003-07:002012-05-29T17:13:07.756-07:00Long Weekendi know today is a day to remember, and boy was i happy that the husband got an extra phone call! but today was all about doing nothing, not wearing a bra, and watching what had to be at least 14 episodes of Grey's Anatomy.<br />
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My family doesn't do anything as far as cookouts so i made vegan french toast with raspberries for dinner. which is maybe the second time i've cooked in the 9 weeks since that husband of mine has left.<br />
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Dreaming up color schemes for a future house. Hopefully soon. I walk by this house trimmed in mint with a matching door and always pause to admire it...<br />
Starting a scrapbook of our wedding day and trying to figure out how to put in my congratulation cards...<br />
And finishing up good-bye books to the children. Only 9 days left...<br />
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The rest of teacher appreciation week went so fast. Hard to believe we only have a few days left before my change to the summer program! Here are a few things my director did for us the rest of the week.</div>
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Cute bags with reusable cups that can be frozen!</div>
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A highlighter, bandaids, and a pack of s'more fixins that says "we need s'more teachers like you!' </div>
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Everyone's container said 'Most Popular' and it took me until later that night when I was suddenly "Ooooh... most POP-ular! Popcorn!" I'm a little slow, but there are few things I enjoy more than a good play on words! (the main reason I love OPI nail polish so much.) So many snacks!</div>
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We also had a little luncheon on Thursday that I didn't take a picture of, but I was all over that fruit tray. Good week.</div>
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I often feel that even though I went to college, write lesson plans, do multiple assessments on my children, and work very hard everyday at what I do (with very limited time off, being at a full year school), that preschool teachers are just thought of as babysitters. And while I do babysit, and love that as well, I am an educator. The children just happen to be very young, and with us for about 10 hours sometimes. </div>
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While I do get credit for what I do, I worry that other preschool teachers and daycare providers might not.</div>
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The agency I work for expects a lot from us, but they truly do appreciate what we do and I'm grateful they take time to let us know.</div>
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This morning my director provided us with a super cute bucket of breakfast goodies. It's like she knew I was craving a banana this morning! And I was more excited than a person should be about my little pink bucket. It will match my pink wire basket in the bathroom perfectly.</div>
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Also, I am horrible with the picture frame app. I'm going to work on that.</div>
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<br />Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-32843484960829387922012-04-28T18:55:00.002-07:002012-04-28T18:55:32.948-07:00Paighton and Ashleigh Day<div style="text-align: justify;">
Tuesday I was finally feeling better. I picked up Paighton from school while Allison and Sean went to pick up their car. We went to the library, fun- Ashleigh style, to pick out books for my preschoolers and a few for Paighton to read. I'm trying to get her to read Harry Potter, but she said she isn't ready yet. Hopefully this summer! She did do a fantastic job reading me jokes in the car, though.</div>
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After I treated her to a rainbow cone at Zip Dip while she did homework. We spent a lot of the rest of the afternoon reading and hanging out. Though it was just for a weekday afternoon, we had fun. I'm so happy that I get this time to know her better now that she's back from Italy. </div>
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<br /></div>Ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259033051435347141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827322031681406905.post-67765701497885812722012-04-22T10:13:00.001-07:002012-04-22T10:41:45.482-07:00Sick DayThe past week I have been too busy to breathe. I'm overloaded with work and exhausted but at the same time trying to keep myself busy so I don't miss Josh too much. I do anyway. <br />
I guess today I'm receiving my punishment from my body. I woke up and knew I was going to get sick. <br />
So I've been spending the day napping, catching up on magazines, watching Glee while waiting for the nausea pains to pass, and waiting for my Sunday call from Josh. <br />
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