tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56939383586741084952024-03-14T00:20:14.907-07:00Simple.Sweet.Blissful.Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-15904321937120957042013-07-25T05:26:00.002-07:002013-07-25T05:26:19.376-07:00My life in list form...<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I feel like it would be a very positive thing for me to just sit down and make some lists of the following:</span><br />
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1. Things I am looking forward to<br />
2. Things I am thankful for<br />
3. Reason why I enjoy being a mother<br />
4. 5 Things I am thankful for today<br />
5. 5 reasons why I enjoy being me<br />
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Okay, so I've decided to limit my lists to only five. Within each list I am limiting it to only 10 things except for List #4 and #5. I know, I had to find a way to make this complicated.<br />
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<b style="font-size: x-large;"><u>THINGS I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO</u></b><br />
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<ol>
<li>Brittany moves here in..uhh...53 days?</li>
<li>Starting school!/ Getting my Associates Degree in Octover!</li>
<li>Electric Run with Emily, Kristie, and Shawn!</li>
<li>Going to see Justin Timberlake in concert!</li>
<li>Making crafts/decorating our apartment/ baking/holiday madness with Britt! </li>
<li>Sesame Christmas with Alex and Sebastian! Sesame! Yeeeeiiii!</li>
<li>Turning 25!</li>
<li>Going ice skating at Rockefeller Center! </li>
<li>Allen and Mason's birthdays! </li>
<li>Shopping for fall clothes!</li>
</ol>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>THINGS I AM THANKFUL FOR</u></b></span></div>
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<ol>
<li>The amazing friends and family I have.</li>
<li>AC units</li>
<li><b><u>heirlooms </u></b></li>
<li>facebook/instagram/email/internet/cell phone...all these things keep me connected to the people I love.</li>
<li>food/water/shelter--being able to live in the apartment I live in.</li>
<li>My car. I really couldn't imagine life without it.</li>
<li>The opportunity to go back to school.</li>
<li>Teachers--Allen has made so much progress in his speech, and I am really thankful to both of Allen and Mason's teachers this past year for all they did for my sweet boys. </li>
<li>My glasses/contacts. I wouldn't be able to see without them! I guess I am also thankful for my healthcare plan. That falls under healthcare...</li>
<li>Books. They give me another world to escape to.</li>
</ol>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>REASONS WHY I ENJOY BEING A MOTHER</u></b></span></div>
</div>
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<ol>
<li>I enjoy taking pictures of all the special moments I share with my boys.</li>
<li>I love listening to them laugh.</li>
<li>I love getting hugs and kisses from them.</li>
<li>I love teaching Allen and Mason new things.</li>
<li>I like celebrating holidays with them. They are so magical.</li>
<li>I enjoy taking them to places like Sesame Place, New York Hall of Science, Kaleidoscope, Aquariums the movies, to get ice cream, etc.--It is fun to see them experience things and to experience things with them.</li>
<li>I enjoy the funny faces Mason makes.</li>
<li> I love the funny things Allen says.</li>
<li>I love trying to decide who looks more like who. Does Allen look more like me? Or does Mason look more like me? It is fun seeing the little personality traits of myself and Daniel in Allen and Mason...well, eh...sometimes. :)</li>
<li>These are my babies. All mine. No one has another two like them. That makes me lucky.</li>
</ol>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>5 THINGS I AM THANKFUL FOR TODAY</u></b></span></div>
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<ol>
<li>Well, I am alive.</li>
<li>I was able to laugh this morning. </li>
<li>I woke up rested this morning!</li>
<li>Pinterest.</li>
<li>The weather...it is only supposed to be 71! I might just go to the Zoo today!</li>
</ol>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><u>5 REASONS WHY I ENJOY BEING ME</u></b></span></div>
</div>
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<ol>
<li>I am Allen and Mason's mom.</li>
<li>I get to live in New York.</li>
<li>Only my life experiences are unique to me. No one else has lived my life.</li>
<li>I enjoy having the friends I have.</li>
<li>No one looks like me. I always thought it would be cool to have an identical twin, but I like being the only person that looks like me. Think about that--there is no one else that is<i> you</i>. </li>
</ol>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Okay, I just needed to take a moment and really focus on the positive things in my life. I would encourage everyone to either go make the same lists, or at least go through and make mental lists of these. Some of these I had to stop and think about. It made me realize how negative I was being in certain areas. Sometimes it is important to stop and put things in perspective. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Also...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On American Eagle's <a href="https://www.facebook.com/americaneagle" target="_blank">facebook</a> page, they are looking for their next Project Live Your Life winner. Eh, I decided it would be fun to enter. I am working on this whole confidence thing, and I am a little shy about it...so I figured I would be safe posting it on my blog. After all, I am not sure how many people actually read it. After I get over the initial anxiety of it being on my blog, then I MIGHT post it on my facebook page. No promises though.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here is the <a href="https://live.ae.com/?cid=AE_Social_130722_12#/entries/Xa9wRPtspV2asn3VNYnx" target="_blank">link</a> . I encourage you to check it out. I also have no problem encouraging YOU to go and sign up! :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here was last year's <a href="http://www.ae.com/blog/meet-the-cast-elora/" target="_blank">winner!</a></span></div>
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<br />Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-66911665649527683302013-07-19T14:35:00.001-07:002013-07-19T14:35:27.332-07:00New York Lovin'<div class="MsoNormal">
I really think I’ve found the place where I belong. It has
been almost a year since we set out on the road to come to New York. I remember
how nervous I was of the unknown. Many people reassured me that I would be
okay, that I would find my place here, and I would make new friends. Yeah, yeah,
yeah…I knew all of that. New York just seemed so BIG. <o:p></o:p></div>
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New York is not for everyone. It is a lot to take in. There
is always something new to see, and always so many people. I’ve never felt so
small in my entire life. When I say small, I mean in terms of significance. It
is like am just another person crowding the sidewalk and breathing air. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Since we are half way through July, I thought it would only
be appropriate to check in on my yearly goals. Can you believe that 2013 is
almost over? Okay, so, here is my list of resolutions I made for 2013. Ha, I
made 13 goals…<o:p></o:p></div>
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GOALS</span></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I need to work on this one…</span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Grow out my hair. Yeah, I know. Silly. You don't understand how
obsessed I am with cutting my hair though. It is ridiculous. I miss my long
hair. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">And…FAIL.</span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Start school this year. I keep going back and forth on if I want
to start online classes in spring, or if I want to wait and enroll in classes
this fall. Along with this goal, I want to make my final decision on what I
want to major in. So far, I have managed to not change my mind for about six
months, but I have two majors that I'm equally interested in. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I got
accepted into Saint Johns! My life plan in this area has been consistent! I
really want to thank Alex for being such an inspiration and someone who has
motivated to never give up on what I need to accomplish for myself. She
reminded me the sky is the limit, and where there is a will there is a way. I
also want to thank Brittany for the endless times I came to her with the “can
you edit this?”, and she would happily do so without hesitation. Thanks,
ladies. </span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">4.<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Keep up my healthy eating and exercising. I've lost twenty
pounds. Only ten more to go until I am at my target weight! This has been
important to me, because of the pre-diabetes concern. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I could
be better on the healthy eating aspect of this goal. I could also probably be
more active. Okay, fine...I need to work on this. But, I have met my goals. My
weight was really impacting my self-image. The past six months my
self-confidence has grown in ways I cannot even describe. This doesn’t just
have to do with my weight. I don’t want people to think that in order for
people to have self-confidence they need to be skinny. I feel like I took on a
lot this this year in terms of personal goals (which isn’t surprising I
normally do that). I’ve not only been working on a lot of things that
emotionally impact my self-confidence, but physically it is important to be
able to look in the mirror and be able to love the person that looks back you.
Someone reminded me that self-confidence is a tricky thing. If you don’t have
it; you should still fake it. People will believe in you more the more
self-confidence you have. True. It also goes the same in relationships. You can’t
fully love others before you love yourself. </span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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others. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I work on this every day. Each day it gets easier being more
straight-forward and making decisions. Sometimes I feel like I am being very
blunt. Honesty is the best way to go though, right? Take it or leave it; if you
don’t like what I have to say then walk away. If you walk out of my life that
is fine. My life will continue. I don’t want people to think I am being blinkered
y the concerns of others. I will always listen to others and talk through a
concern. </span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Read 50 books this year. Feel free to send me suggestions. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Uh…working
on it…</span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Write a letter to three different family members and three
different friends every month. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Yeah, FAIL. I do well if I can remember to
call people back. Did I mention I have struggled with short-term memory issues?
Yeah. Don’t it personally. </span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Find an organization to volunteer for within the community. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I
forgot about this one. I do try to do random acts of kindness whenever I can
though. </span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sit at home and watch a movie. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">We’ve been out a couple times. We do try to
spend more time together. </span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Take the boys to do something new in the city (go to museum,
central park, Lego Land, etc.) once a month. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Yes! I can say I’ve taken
them to do something new every month. </span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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yes. I’ve been working on this. I got half way through, and then decided it
needed to take a different direction. The new one I am working on is so much
better. Scandalous. Mysterious. Lustful. Flirtatious. Filled with pain,
self-discovery, and the thrill of the unknown. I love it. Do I have your
attention? Bet you want to read it. </span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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everything should be. I guess, work on accepting situations, forgiving, and
learning from experiences. </span><b><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I am getting better at this. </span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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still working on this, but I think patience isn’t such a challenge for me. I
actually think should be replaced with impulsivity. Wow, can I be impulsive. Is
it something a twenty-something year old just naturally executes in every
situation? The need to be impulsive. Yeah, I have to constantly keep myself in
check on this one. Well, I guess patience comes in to play in this mix.</span></i></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So where has New York played into helping me reach these
goals? Well, it amazes me that I feel like we are placed in places where we
need to be whether we want to be there or not. When I first moved to NC, I
couldn’t imagine staying there. However, it was a good taste of being away from
home, establishing independence of myself, and learning that I am capable of
taking care of things by myself. It was exactly what I needed in my life. It
was a place that wasn’t overwhelming. I felt safe. I was able to really start
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When we moved back to Missouri, I felt lost. I felt like my identity
had been taken away from me. I was no longer a Marine wife, I no longer had my
group of friends, I no longer had my house, and the way of life in Kansas City
was just different in Missouri. Life was faster. I had gotten used to things
being much slower pace. Obviously when it was confirmed we were moving to New
York I was excited for a change, but so shocked. I was going from a little tiny
town(Havelock), to Kansas City which was a good size, to a city with tons of people. Everything I
mentioned on my list of things I want to change, New York has been to influence me in some way.
While I might not have been able to grow out my hair, I was able to have the
confidence to try something new and not only cut it, but color it blonde! I
personally think it is very New York chic!
I wouldn’t have met some amazing people to have inspired me to reach my goals.
I also wouldn’t have unlocked this amazing opportunity to attend Saint John’s
University. I can’t believe in January I will have two years until completing
my degree in Biology. Is this real? Someone pinch me! New York inspires me to
want to read more, learn more, and be more informed of the world around me.
Especially because of the different cultures of people that I come in to
contact on a daily basis. New York has opened my eyes to how important it is to
be humble about the life you have. I have seen so many different types of
people. I have also met so many different people that have many different life
stories. It makes me respect their life challenges, and it makes me appreciate
people more. You don’t know what someone else is going through. Therefore it is
important to smile more, speak kindly to others, and sometimes just do a random
act of kindness. It can be something very small. You never know how much a
person might need that smile, those kind words, or that little extra something
to lift them up. New York has taught me that the sky is my limit. Wow. So many
positive, talented, and confident people. If I want to write a book, why not?
New York has taught me to laugh. You never know what to expect here. Oh, and
patience…traffic. Enough said. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Your Newest New Yorker with Kansas City blood pumping
through her veins (well, is it official? Or do I have to wait for the year
mark? Whatever, I am claiming you. Oh, and that Kansas City blood makes for a
little extra sassiness and spice. After all, you never forget where you come
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-28673631956234764812013-06-10T15:10:00.002-07:002013-06-10T15:10:12.327-07:00Are YOU Making An Effort? <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">As I type this I am doing laundry. Blah. What a fun thing to do on a Sunday. (not really) I don't enjoy doing laundry anytime during the week here. I would much rather have my own washer and dryer in my own space. Oh well, I should at least be thankful that I can wash my laundry, so I need to stop complaining. The complaining shall stop now. </span></span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Anyways, last night I watched <i>He's Just Not That In To You</i>. How many of you have seen it? I don't care if you are happily married, in a relationship, single, whatever...every female needs to watch this movie. After watching this movie it opened my eyes to a lot of things.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> 1)I need to stop leading others on in terms of how I might feel about them. I'm not just talking about my feelings with guys here. I am talking about my feelings with my friendships in general. I am way too nice. I am always too concerned about hurting people's feelings. Why should I go out of my way to make sure the other person doesn't get their feelings hurt? Because in the end, the person that suffers the most is myself. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> 2) When someone no longer wants to be my friend or they put a distance between us....so? Why should it matter so much to me? Am I being a good friend by seeking them out by making sure they are doing okay? Or am I being a pain in the ass by bugging them? Probably the second one. Plus, they are the one being the bad friend. I should deserve a friend that wouldn't think to leave my side in the first place, right?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"> 3) I realized that a lot of my past friendships and relationships have evolved because I was the one that sought out the other person. When this happened I've been miserable, unhappy, and each time the relationship/friendship has failed. Do I have bad judgment? Eh, it is just what I am seeking is not necessarily healthy. However, the people that seek me out, those relationships have flourished. They are beautiful, and they are exactly what I've needed in my life. Now, readers, I know some of you are probably sitting here trying to determine which one of these friendship/relationships you are. Please, don't. If you really are that concerned about where our friendship stands, you can message me. ;) </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is my favorite quote because of the last line "...you never gave up hope". Each of us refuses to give up the hope to find happiness. I am learning that that happiness can not come from anyone else but myself. No one can provide me that happiness. Happiness is able to found. We are just looking in the wrong place. We have to love ourselves before anyone can love us. Moving here my life has changed tremendously. I feel like the last six months has been such a pivotal turning point in my life, because as mentioned in my last post I have really questioned <i>who I want to be</i> and <i>what direction I want my life to take</i>. I feel as if a lot of people don't realize that they have so much power in making these changes in their life. I also feel like disconnecting myself from everyone as much as I can has really helped me make healthy determinations for myself in terms of what I really want. I haven't known how to not take everyone's opinions and comments so seriously. I've really needed to decide what Ashley wants in life. Sometimes I felt so overwhelmed by what others would think, that I couldn't even purchase my own clothes I wanted to wear without consulting with others first. hat is just one little example. Let me tell you how much of a relief I feel now that I have my own sense of self to feel like I can freely make my own choices. I know. Crazy, huh? Some of you might not have had any idea I battled with this. But guess what? I did. Confidence is a beautiful thing. Don't ever let your confidence lose its "sparkle".<br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">Basically, my self revelation is...going forward I am not going out of my way to make an extra effort to go about and beyond to be super spectacular. It sounds harsh. I need a break. Whenever any of my girlfriends come to me for words of wisdom when it comes to guys, I will direct them to the movie I just watched. Really...go watch it! Same when they complain to me about their friends...why put in the effort? If someone really wants to be your friend they will be your friend. The end. Right? If someone really cares for you they will contact you, right? </span></span><br />
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I know, I know, I kept saying I would update this for months now. My apologies to everyone especially specific people that really stick out in my mind like Nita, Amy, Jennis (I need to post her meatball recipe), Emily and Kara (they have some products I will be featuring soon), and ...yeah...those are the first people that pop in my head as I begin to write this. So, my apologies, and thank you for being so patient with me. I hope you enjoy this long awaited updated!<br />
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As many of you are probably wondering: Where the heck have you been?<br />
Well, I am going to share that with you! I haven't wanted to blog the past six months because you know the <i style="color: #b45f06;">Gold Rule: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. </i><br />
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It is not that I necessarily didn't have anything nice to say. I just didn't want my blog to be nothing but negative vomit. As you all remember, I moved to New York about six-almost seven months ago. Adjusting to a new place is never easy. Making new friends, learning a new area, and discovering how you fit in to your new world can be a very overwhelming process.<br />
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Through all of this I feel like for the first time in my life I had a moment where I woke up one day, and I just said to myself: "Oh my gosh, I am 24". Ha, yes, go ahead, get your giggles out now. It sounds funny reading it, because it sounds ridiculous to me as I type it, because literally, I felt like I was having a meltdown at the fact that I was...<br />
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<li>24 and did not have the nice twenty-four-year old wardrobe (ya know, the one that doesn't have stains on it from cooking, dealing with kids, being a house wife...ya know...) </li>
<li>24, and I didn't have the nice twenty-four-year-old body. </li>
<li>24, and I couldn't go do twenty-four-year-old things (what do twenty-four-year olds do, anyways? I don't even know! THE ANXIETY!) </li>
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It was like I needed to be listening to a Taylor Switch song about being 24 and depressed, instead of being 22 and carefree and happy. If you have no idea what I am talking about, please enlighten yourself by watching the following video. Go ahead, laugh with me a little. </div>
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As all of this went through my head, I realized that I had the power to change everything on my list. I also realized that I had made some life choices that set me apart from my twenty-four-year-old peers. I made the choice to get married, have children, and raise a family. My list was obviously impacted because of those choices, but that doesn't mean I couldn't have the best of both worlds. So here is how I've changed the things on my list...</div>
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<li>24 without a completed college degree? That is okay. You want to know why? Because it wasn't my time to go to college right of high school. I am happy that I made the choice to get married, and start a family, because I have two beautiful boys.I took classes on and off online. I've never given up on this dream. I want to encourage anyone reading this to never give up. It might take years to complete, but always keep at it. Remember: <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><b>A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking, because her trust is not in the branch but her own wings. Always believe in yourself. </b></span>With that being said, meet your <span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">St. John's University</span> undergraduate student!</li>
<li>24 without a nice wardrobe? Ha, well, I've had to buy new clothes, because I've been working on number 3 as well. So, the new clothes I buy I make sure to take really good care of. At home around the house, I do not wear my nice new clothes. Also, I <b>never</b> buy full-price. You know how much I like my deals. Nice clothes can be affordable! It is also easy to create "look-a -like" outfits. I am all obsessed with dressing nice now that I live here in New York. Please, help me. If there is some sort of blinders I can buy for my eyes when walking down the street so I don't look at the window displays, please let me know where I can find them! </li>
<li>24 and without the nice twenty-four-year-old body...uh, hello, I had two kids! Okay, now, number 3 is very vain of me. Yes, I know. It is a beautiful thing to have a baby. It is. I am not denying that. It is not a beautiful thing to feel like a blob with tiger stripes afterwards. Again, the only person in control of 1) feeling that way and 2) the way I look is myself. Since I am responsible of my health I decided to step up and do something about it. I needed to. If some of you remember from earlier posts I was at risk for being pre-diabetic, That is all at bay now. I feel great. I've lost a lot of weight. Not that numbers matter at all. They don't. It is all about feeling healthy. </li>
<li>Haha, I am still trying to figure this one out. But I am going to say this: if anyone has extra tickets to the Justin Timberlake concert and would like to take me/ and or send me that sounds pretty twenty-four-year oldish to me, and I would absolutely love to go! </li>
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That was one little portion of what has been going on in my life the past six months. I've also been slowly eliminating my life of things that I believe to be "toxic" to me. In a way I guess you could say the past six months has been a detox of sorts. That is why I have been very turned-off from Facebook, Instagram, even texting, calling people back, blogging, or wanting to spend time with people in general has been difficult for me. For those of you that know me, know this is not typical. I thank you for patiently waiting, understanding, and knowing that I am okay. I've just needed time to work on the most important person in my world: myself. Often times we spend so much time focusing on others, that we fail to recognize that we need to take a moment to just breathe. </div>
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So, the next time you invest your time in helping someone, invest wisely. As I was typing this one person came to mind. Someone very dear to me. My Debate and Forensics coach in high school. I actually spoke with him on the phone the other day. He devotes so much time in helping his students succeed. I would have to say he is one of the most selfless people I know. So, thanks, MH. I know you are probably reading this. Thanks for investing your time in me. For being one of the people that always believed in me. The gift of your time throughout the years has meant a lot to me. Which, by the way, I hope your meeting for Nationals went well, and good luck! </div>
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Throughout all of this, I've learned that people in my life will come and go, and I should stop investing so much concern in others; I've learned the importance to take each day at a time; I've learned to laugh more; I've learned to appreciate a moment, because it will soon be just a memory; I've learned that crying will get me absolutely nothing; I've learned that my smile is way more beautiful than my frown; I've learned that my kids grow-up way too fast, and I need to enjoy them more; I've learned that I am beautiful; I've learned that I can go and do anything I set out to do (as Nike says: Just Do It!); I've learned that my confidence is my greatest weapon. </div>
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Well, my darling bloggers, that concludes my "breaking my hiatus" post. I have a LOT of recipes to catch-up on. I think all of you will be very pleased! I also have some wonderful friends I need to introduce to everyone! Yes, I did just say that, go ahead, reread that sentence once again Alex, because I will be writing a post highlighting you, and your Hawaiian pizza that I have yet to post. Alex has a sweet boy Sebastian. Her and Sebastian are our Sesame Place adventure goers! I have so many wonderful things to say about mi amgia, but I will save it for my post! Don't worry, I won't post a picture of your face...or will I?! (evil grin). I also have an amazing friend named Emily to introduce to everyone. She is very quirky, and in fact much like myself. I actually have an entire post planned to write on a bracelet that she gave me. I also can't wait to feature all the cool runs we will be going on! I also can't wait to introduce her sister-in-law to you: Kristie. Seriously. I think I need to just be adopted into their family. They are the sweetest. I love them. I will also be introducing our friends Charna and Emma. Emma helps babysit the boys. We love them too! I will also have to introduce Lushka. She is the lady that does my hair. She does a fabulous job, if you ask me! I need to see Jessica and Marco and have some Spanish food soon! (If you are reading this, we better set this up!) You've met my neighbor Jenny and Chloe in my Target post, but Chloe is too cute not to do an update post on, especially showing off her cool bubble maker. These are pretty much the people I interact with regularly. It is so nice to feel like New York is finally becoming "home". I didn't even know it could feel like "home". Speaking of home, I decorated. Okay, so now that you have an overview of what to expect in the following posts, I've missed all of you! I'm happy to be back!<br />
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EDIT @ 10:12pm: I also will have to introduce everyone to Manny. What the heck was I thinking? Manny is my furry friend that lives in my building. He is Matt and Michael's furbaby. Yes, I know random. I was just laying here thinking about the first time I ever came to New York. It made me think of Emily. Which made me think of her furbaby, Stanly. Which made me think of dogs. Which made me think of Manny. See, don't you love being inside of my head this late? Yeah...it is time for bed. Good night!<br />
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-91120550784931732932013-01-21T12:32:00.001-08:002013-01-21T12:32:43.798-08:00Shakeology/ I work out!/ Updates<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Hello, Bloggers!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Amanda is a Beach Body Coach. Shakeology is one of the products that she sells. She mail me a sample of the Chocolate and Green Machine. They were both amazing! I've been searching for a meal replacement for a while. I haven't committed to anything yet because of moving and everything else my life has been a little hectic. BUT, after being able to try it (I'm really picky) I would have to say it is something I will be considering in the future to invest in. It was really delicious. I normally don't like meal supplements because despite blending them well, they always have a grainy/ chalky taste. Shakeology, however, does not! I tried the chocolate one night before bed. I got busy, and I forgot to eat dinner. I was starving. I put Shakeology to the test to see if it would actually fill me up. That is another thing I hate...when I'm still starving after having a meal replacement shake. Guess what? It passed the test! :) I loved it! Thanks to Amanda for sharing samples with me! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I suggest everyone head over to her <a href="https://www.facebook.com/amanda.harding.92" target="_blank">FACEBOOK</a> <span id="goog_620961128"></span><span id="goog_620961129"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a>and "friend" her or at least say "hello". She is a very motivated, fit, inspiring MOM. I love that about her! :) While you are at it, check out the <a href="http://www.shakeology.com/?tracking=SEMB_GOOGLE_SK&s_kwcid=TC|17312|shakeology||S|e|18785084173&gclid=CIjug5OC-rQCFQqe4Aod-GwAww" target="_blank">SHAKEOLOGY</a> website. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As some of you know, I've been going to the gym and working out on a daily basis. I have always wanted to do a body competition after being a part of Gold's Gym and making some friends that compete. I never thought my body would ever be capable of looking normal again after having kids. I essentially just gave up on trying. I joined the gym in Forest Hills in November. I was a little down on myself, because I had a body fat percentage of 31%. It was "high" considering my height. I just got my percentage recalculated, and it is at 24%!--healthy! Woo-hoo! Despite everything else that is going on in my life, I feel the best when I workout. It makes me happy to be able to see results. I'm proud to be able to say "I did it!" With all that said, I'm going to <i>attempt</i> training for a competition. Yes, I'm saying <u>attempt</u> because my body fat will have to be between 8-10%. Ha, wish me luck! :) I will keep you updated, as always!</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i> </i><span style="font-size: large;">I've learned a few lessons in life since last updating. Yup, life is all about learning, right? I've learned never to feel the need to explain myself. If I feel a certain way, or if want to do something--then I should (and will) do it. If you don't like it? Too bad. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I've learned to let things go. I can try my best to explain things and make them right, but if you don't understand (and I'm not asking you to), then that is okay. I respect you and your decisions to do what you want. You have the right to make a choice, as do I. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I've learned it is so much easier to do laundry every two-three days. Yes, we have that much laundry. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I've been reading a book about the laws of attraction. It is really interesting, and I will probably be making a separate post about it when I'm done. Basically, what you want to attract, you will. Are you attracting positive or negative things in your life? Again, you have the ability to make that choice. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I've learned a little bit of my self-worth this past week. I'm trying each day to love myself more. I'm thankful for the people in my life who have instilled this important concept in me. You don't know how much you have helped me regain the confidence I once had. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">NEVER, and I repeat...NEVER go to Toys R Us by myself EVER again. Yeah. Long story.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I have decided to go back to school in March. Guess what? I'm SEVEN credits short of completing my Associate Degree. Ha, I didn't even know. I know, I know, how could I not know? Well, because I've transferred so many times I wasn't accounting for combined credits from all of the universities I've attended. This was some amazing news to me! I feel like the first time in my life I know what I want to do. Yes, ME, MYSELF, AND I..(ASHLEY)...I know what I want to do in life. Are you ready for this? I'm going to major in psychology. I'm then going to do the Master's program at Queens College in social work. :) I'm beyond excited. I feel like I can see the light at the end of the tunnel! </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I've learned the importance of laughing and being my silly self. I met another mom that is truly amazing, and she is so fun to talk to. I love laughing with her and being silly. It is me. I've actually met a few people that I feel like I can just be myself around. It is great. I've also reconnected with a few friends from high school that I'm so happy after all these years we can talk about anything and everything. :) </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I hate the rain. I hate walking in the rain. Enough said.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I'm writing a book. I think some of you might have known this already? It has been so much fun writing it. I don't know where it will end up, but the select few that have read parts of it really enjoyed it. On a side-note...I do not like typing it. I've been writing it in a notebook, and transferring it over the computer is a pain.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> I have bruises all over my legs. I have no idea where they came from. They hurt. Has anyone ever used a foam roller pre-workout? I'm thinking maybe that is what is causing it? Is that healthy?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I CAN PARALLEL PARK! I CAN DO A PRETTY GOOD JOB AT IT TOO! I will post a picture later. (It is on my other computer). </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I'm excited for spring and summer to get here. I'm simply obsessed with all the super-cute pastel stuff that I'm seeing displayed in windows. Come on, March! I'm waiting for you! </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">No, I have not watched Vampire Diaries yet. Yes, I plan on hopefully watching it by this Thursday. If anyone would like to take the responsibility of bugging me to watch it...or eh, reminding me, I would appreciate it. I always remember to watch it at 11pm every night, and by then I'm just too tired. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I switched laundry detergent. It smells amazing. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Mason I'm pretty sure is a sensory kid just like Allen. We spend thirty minutes every morning trying to find a shirt that "feels" right. Help me.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Allen saw his first cemetery this week. Yeah...so many wonderful questions about dead people. Why do they go under the ground? Why did their heart stop beating? What is the headstone for? When will I die? When will you die? ..etc. After explaining everything several...and I mean several times... I think my favorite snippet of the conversation is as follows:</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I couldn't be more thankful for all the experiences I've had this year. We have moved from our home in North Carolina to live in Kansas City. While in Kansas City, we lived with my Mother-in-law. It was good to be home and surrounded by family. The experience was short-lived though, because in October, we moved to New York for Daniel's job. I have discovered I have more strength within me to confront change than I thought I did. I've learned to laugh more, try new things, and to accept whatever situation I am placed in. This year, I also learned a lot about the importance of patience, compromise, and forgiveness. Most importantly, I am slowly defining my roles as a wife, mother, daughter, and friend. I'm finding my "voice", building my confidence, and discovering the things that are important to me in life. I'm not perfect. I still have a whole journey ahead of me to help mold me into the person I know I can be. So, today as I say "good-bye" to 2012, I will embrace the journey I will embark on in 2013. May 2013 bring everyone much happiness and joy!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okay. Done with my reflection. Now, here are some highlights (with pictures!) to help everyone see what I've been up to since my last post!</span></div>
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Allen excited to see Santa. We had to ride the elevator to the 8th floor to go visit Santaland!</div>
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until we reached the end where an overly excited Elf approached us and exclaimed: "It is your turn to see Santa!" Both boys looked at each other, and then clung to my leg. Awesome. So we manage to walk over to the room where Santa is in. There are six sectioned off rooms all with a Santa, so the lines go faster. Allen took one look inside. Screamed. And started running off. Haha, I was able to catch him, but could you imagine if he ran into another room just to find another Santa? The thought of that happening makes me laugh. I know, I'm horrible. Ha, but seriously, could you imagine? It would be like being in the worst Santa nightmare, ever! Anyways, after calming him down enough to walk back to our room, he didn't understand that we had to walk through the room (it was the only way out). He did not like the idea of this. He started crawling across the room, clung to the wall, sobbing, spitting, and crying as loud as he could. Mason was freaked out, because Allen was freaked out. Mason was literally climbing up my head and grabbing my hair in attempts to, what? Be taller than Santa, so Santa couldn't reach him? Sorry, son, I don't know if you know this, but I'm only 5"1. Once we finally got out of there, I was so excited to get back on the subway and go home. When we walked passed the train again, Allen asked: "Can we go back to see the snowmen? I just don't want to see Santa". </td></tr>
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On Monday, December 17th, Allen and Mason started school! Allen is attending a Pre-School program, and the school just so happened to have an opening to offer Mason for the Nursery School program. I immediately jumped on the opportunity to sign him up. Mason attends school from 8:30-11:30am. During this time, Allen and I hang out in the parent room. It is nice to be able to have one-on-one time with the boys. At noon, Allen starts school. During this time, Mason and I have lunch (Allen gets lunch at school), read books, play, and my favorite: he allows me to hold him while he naps. Allen's school ends at 2:30pm. It might seem inconvenient to some people that I literally sit at the school all day from 8:30am-2:30pm. However, I like it. Like I said, I get quality time with the boys. Plus, if I really wanted to, I could leave at noon and come back at 2:30pm. The drive isn't that bad. I plan on starting school again soon, so it will be nice to have some time to sit and read also. Above, is a picture of the Holiday party. Mason was interested in seeing Santa. This is the best picture I could get. The school had a Christmas puppet show, a visit from Santa, and Christmas treats. It was adorable. </div>
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The night before Christmas, Allen, Mason, and I made cookies. Before bedtime, Allen reminded me that we need to set out cookies. Okay. So, we set out a couple of cookies on a plate. After finally getting him in bed about ten minutes later here he comes."We forgot milk, Ma". I get milk. He goes back to bed. Ten minutes later..."I think I heard him! I think I heard Santa Claus!" Me: "No, he still isn't in New York yet. He is waiting for Allen to go to bed". Back to bed he goes. Ten minutes later..."Mom, I want to stay up and meet him". Me: "Well, you already met him. Twice. Once at Santaland and once at school". Allen: "But, I want to meet him here". Me: "Well, he has to leave presents really fast because there are so many people on the Nice List". He contemplated this, and he decided it would be best to go to bed. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Excited about all the stuff Santa left! He asked me if I got to meet Santa. :) I told him that Santa came when mommy was asleep too. </td></tr>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"><b>TO ALL OF YOU THAT SENT ME CHRISTMAS CARDS:<br />I ABSOLUTELY LOVED EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM! THEY ARE CURRENTLY ALL HANGING IN MY ENTRYWAY WHERE MY DOORWAY ARCHES. EVERY TIME I WALK BY THEM I SMILE. IT WAS FUN ANTICIPATING THE MAILMAN TO SEE WHICH NEW CARD I WOULD BE ADDING TO MY COLLECTION. YEAH, I KNOW. I'M SUCH A KID. :)</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dakota came to New York on mid-night of the 29th for a visit. He flew in to Philly because it was so much cheaper. Ha, it was the most stressful experience trying to drive there. My car GPS got me lost, the written directions were hard to follow, because I didn't know which lanes I needed to be in on the NJ Turnpike when it was time to exit; and I'm pretty sure I got lost in some sort of Philly ghetto. My phone died. My car charger didn't want to work, and I spent an hour driving around in the same ten mile radius trying to figure out how to get back on the highway. Ahh. I have a confession, I actually really like being able to drive here in Forest Hills, and I don't mind NY driving. However, it was so comforting to know that once I got home I did not need my car again for day-to-day things.<br />
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Above, is a picture of Times Square the day before NYE. Ha, I will never got to Times Square the day before NYE ever again. I have never seen so many people in one area in my entire life. If you look closely, and I mean closely; you can see the "2013" on the ball drop sight. Yeah, as I've said before, so small and disappointing. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mmm. Everything bagel, toasted, with sun-dried tomato cream cheese. Perfection. Or as Melissa Byler says, "food porn". Haha. I give her full credit for deeming this food porn. I've posted some other food pictures on Facebook. I need to stop with this mouth-watering food picture obsession.</td></tr>
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Below, are pictures of when Allen first saw Dakota for the first time! I know, I should re-arrange the pictures to go above, but it is a pain. So you get to see them now! :)</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">My sweet mason had a birthday on the 31st! He is now officially in the "Terrible Two" stage! However, I feel like he has gradually been building up to this stage for a while. Not that he is "terrible". I hate using that word. He is strong willed. I think that sounds much better. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">I will never forget the day our little Mason made his appearance. If you are interested in reading it, the story is archived under my 2011 posts. :)</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My hair and make-up. Okay, so I have a confession. I've never really dressed my age in terms of wearing a NYE outfit, doing my make-up, and going out to celebrate. In fact, I wrote another blog post about this. About how I haven't really dressed-up ever. I'm comfortable wearing sweats, a t-shirt, and sweatshirt every day. Being a mom, I don't feel the need to dress-up in something nice just to have it ruined by some sort of stain five minutes later. Since moving here, I've done a lot of self-reflecting. I feel it is important to look nice. I feel it is important to do my hair. I feel it is important to not always live in my t-shirt and sweats. It has really made a considerable difference in my confidence and my view on my self image. I know that looks aren't the only thing that makes a person, however, it is nice to be able to look in the mirror and love and accept the person that stares back at me. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I participated in a NYE Blogger "Cheers!" event. It was so much fun! Basically, Bloggers from all over submitted their names and contact information. You were then paired with a "Cheers Buddy". You had to buy a "cheers" glass for your buddy and mail it them. I was paired with a lady named Joni from Texas. She sent me this adorable glass. (It is plastic so it won't break!) and she also sent some cute glasses for the boys. I completed my December Checklist with having some sparkling grape juice with the boys! :) Cheers!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I've said before, I'm excited to welcome a new year! Here are 13 personal goals of mine this year. Expect blog updates as they are completed/as I figure them out. They are in no particular order....</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Continue to update this regularly. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Grow out my hair. Yeah, I know. Silly. You don't understand how obsessed I am with cutting my hair though. It is ridiculous. I miss my long hair.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Start school this year. I keep going back and forth on if I want to start online classes in spring, or if I want to wait and enroll in classes this fall. Along with this goal, I want to make my final decision on what I want to major in. So far, I have managed to not change my mind for about six months, but I have two majors that I'm equally interested in. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Keep up my healthy eating and exercising. I've lost twenty pounds. Only ten more to go until I am at my target weight! This has been important to me, because of the pre-diabetes concern. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Continue to set boundaries and communicate what I want with others. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Read 50 books this year. Feel free to send me suggestions. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Write a letter to three different family members and three different friends every month. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Find an organization to volunteer for within the community.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Go on a date with my husband once a month. Even if that means we sit at home and watch a movie. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Take the boys to do something new in the city (go to museum, central park, Lego Land, etc.) once a month.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Start writing a novel. Ha, maybe this is a waste of time, but I feel like I have so many wonderful experiences I could share.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Laugh more and have fewer expectations of how I think everything should be. I guess, work on accepting situations, forgiving, and learning from experiences.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Patience. I could use a lot of that! </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some of you gave been curious about what the Microsoft Christmas party was like this weekend. I've been contemplating on the overall experience and how it really made me feel. I guess in order to understand what I'm talking about I need to share a little story...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I will not forget the day Daniel received the phone call for a job offer with Microsoft. It was the same day I was putting my Allen on the bus for his first day of school. My family was all gathered in my mother-in-law's front yard. We were taking pictures of the boys in their matching GAP outfits and cute backpacks. Even though Mason wouldn't be attending school, I still purchased him a little backpack, notebook, and crayons. Moments before the bus turned around the corner. My phone started ringing. It was Daniel. I clinched my phone. Took a deep breath, and pressed "answer". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Hi, Love!" I beamed into the phone</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">T</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">hen came the news we has both been waiting for all weekend, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I got the job!" he confirmed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I exhaled. I can not describe the feeling of joy and happiness I had for him. He didn't have long to talk, so we ended our conservation. My family was all staring at me waiting to know the news. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"He got it!" I confirmed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just then, the rumble of the bus could be heard turning the corner at the top of the street. I walked Allen on the bus. I cried. My family cried. There were so many emotions I was feeling in that moment. My Allen was starting his first day if school. This new adventure he was about to embark on was going to be short, since it was confirmed we would be moving our life to New York. I know my family felt similar feelings. We had only been home from North Carolina for eight months. They would no longer be able to watch my children grow or share in these special moments with me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've gotten used to change the past five years. Before moving back to Kansas City, Daniel was in the Marine Corps. Six weeks after giving birth to Allen, we moved to North Carolina. I haven't been home for Christmas in five years; I haven't been able to see family whenever I wanted, and I've learned the importance of long distant relationships. I knew this move was going to be hard on both of our families. Likewise, I knew it would be challenging for me even though I always like to try my hardest to act like I'm not as affected as I really am over a situation. I was nervous about living in an apartment, taking the subway, and Mason running off from me while walking down a busy street. I was only a little nervous about the people, until my dad decided to have one of his "heart-to-heart" conversations with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I sighed. If there was something negative or awful about any situation, he would make sure to let me know. He also will make sure to magnify the problem at hand. He is my father, and he knows my weaknesses. The problem at hand? My insecurity with myself. I hate to point fingers, but he has been a major source of my insecurities I have with myself for long time. I still feel like I'm battling the damage that he inflicted on my ideas concerning my self worth. All of these thoughts quickly ran through my mind. My inner conscious reminded me: remember, what he is about to say will only bother you as much as you let it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That is when he told me, "You know, I really think you won't fit in there. New York is going to be a different world than what you are used to. And, well, you aren't prepared for it. Where you are going the people are going to be educated,and you don't have an education. I really wish you would have gotten your education. You are going to have a hard time fitting in".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I took a deep breath and processed what I was about to say before I spitted something out. "I plan on finishing my education. I'm happy with my decision to have Allen and Mason, and I wouldn't have my life any other way". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You're missing my point. I just don't think you will fit in because you don't appreciate finer things in life". </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I walked upstairs, said goodnight to the rest of my family, thanked them for having me over for dinner, and I left. The next day, my dad called me. I watched the screen on my phone light up as it notified me of his incoming call. I let my voice mail pick it up. My phone then notified me I had a voice mail. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed a little down yesterday".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Okay. Well, thanks. I have to go," I lied.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That was the last time I spoke with my father. It has been almost four months, and I have not heard a single word from him. He didn't come to say goodbye before I left, he didn't call Allen on his birthday, he didn't talk to me on Thanksgiving. Nothing. Silence. I don't think about him. In fact, the night of the Christmas party was the first time I gave any thought to our last conversation we had before I moved.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Daniel and I were seated on the top level of Club 40/40 overlooking the rest of the club. Christmas music was blaring, a snowy winter scene was projected on the jumbo screens above the bar. Tons of people around us were laughing, mingling, and flaunting their Christmas attire. Waiters were serving hor'dourves.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I looked at Daniel sitting next to me. We were both the youngest couple I had seen from all the people that were walking by. It was in this moment I remembered my dads harsh criticism. At first I felt a pit in my stomach start to form. <i>I don't belong here</i>, I thought. I looked around again. The people that were walking by didn't look much different than I did. The women were all dressed-up, laughing with their significant others, and enjoying the food. I started to think. While I might not have completed my college education yet, that doesn't mean that someone else at this Christmas party hasn't. I'm sure some of these women also share in similar interests as mine. We might be stay-at-home moms, like the same foods, enjoy reading the same books. I realized in that moment that I didn't know these people, but I shouldn't be intimidated to get to know them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Daniel recognized someone he knew, and we ended up spending the majority of our time with him, his wife, and three other couples. I met three amazing ladies. While talking, we found we a lot in common, yet we had our differences too. It was comforting to know that despite our differences in our background, age, and even our education, we were able to laugh, talk, and enjoy each others company.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can confidently say I had a good time. I can also confidently say that I belong anywhere I decide I want to belong. Right now, I belong in New York. My experience are unique to me, as well as my choices. I hope living here helps continue to fuel my confidence. I hope I can continue to overcome my fears. I also hope to always remember to forget what has hurt me in the past, but never forget what it has taught me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A hot dog/pretzel/ food stand! As we were walking by, Allen started whining for a hot dog. I told him after the gym, if he still wanted one; I would get it for him. I figured he would probably just forget about it. Wrong. As soon as I picked him up from the Kids Care, the first thing out of his mouth was: "Mama, I get a hog dog now"? I couldn't go back on my word, so we stopped to get one. I thought that maybe if I acted extra excited for him to eat the hot dog that he would be more likely to try/eat it. I think he was more excited than I was:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He even wanted me to take his picture next to the hot dog stand. With all this hype, I was hoping he would actually eat it. I also bought one for Mason. When we got home, Allen told me that he wanted to picnic in the entryway by the Christmas tree. Okay. I set up their hot dogs, napkins, and got them a drink. I sat down, and he said: "I need strawberries and popcorn too". Strawberries are the current new food we've added to his list of things he will eat. I went and got them. "What about ketchup to dip it in"? I went and got the ketchup. I then sat down, and they both picked up their hot dogs, and tried them. Allen exclaimed, "mmm! this is good!" I will admit, I was, and still am, a little shocked by all of this. Allen eat a hog dog? Yes. In fact, for the past three days in a row that his been the only thing he wants to eat for lunch. I'm so proud of him for trying new things! He has also reminded me: "Allen likes hot dogs. Allen eats new things". Yes, son, I'm happy that you are just now realizing trying new things won't kill you. It is a miracle! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, I would like to talk about hats. Yes, hats. I've never really been a hat person. It is cold here in New York. Cold does not bother me, but it is very windy here making it seem colder. I bought a hat at Target, and now the boys and I have our own little "hat club". Here we are:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've been also meaning to update my blog on my trip to visit Jill. Jill lives in NJ, and last Saturday I went to visit her! I rode the subway to Times Square, caught a train at the Penn Station, and spent the day shopping! It was so nice to see her. We had so much fun walking around the realllllly nice mall. Yes, realllllly nice. They had a Coach store, Juicy Couture Chanel, Dior, Gucci, Tiffany & Co., ...yeahhh those are just some of the really nice stores they have. We shopped at LOFT. (My favorite store). We got some pretty amazing deals. We got $263 worth of clothing (we combined it, because I had a coupon) for $88 dollars. Yes. The store was 40% off everything (including clearance), and I had THREE $25 off $50 coupons. Pretty sweet, huh? As we were walking through the mall, we enjoyed live Christmas music being played, as well. It was amazing. we ended the day eating at George and Martha's. It was very yummy. I think the thing that I appreciated most, is the fact that we could talk about anything and everything. It is like we just picked up where we left off. I love friendships like that. Here are some pictures:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, now that everyone is up-to-date, you can all look forward to my post I will be making later about my adventure to see Santa. I can't wait! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yes, you read correctly. The title of this post is entitled <i>Target Trip from Hell</i> for a reason. Be prepared to join me while I laugh about the experience. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I met this super awesome gal on my floor named Jenny. She has a little girl (sooo stinking cute, by the way), and she is also the one that taught me how to parallel park. She has a dog named Batman, the most delicious candy canes ever, and the cutest apartment. Today, we decided to make a trip to Target to buy decorations for my apartment. I was really excited. I love Target. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We decided to meet in our lobby at 2:30pm. No problem. As we were getting ready to catch the elevator, she invited us in, because she couldn't have the other half of her baby wrap-carrier-thing. By 2:35pm, we are heading to the car. (please note, baby wrap-carrier-thing is in the car, but other half was left in the apartment) We decided to take one car. I figured this would be easiest, because I wasn't familiar with the whereabouts of the Target we were going to. We drove to my car, so I could get the car seats. As I was putting them in, this happened:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Allen decided that he was going to throw a fit, because he didn't want to sit in the middle between the two car seats. The only issue, the car seats weren't fitting in properly. Long story short, we spent thirty minutes trying to get Allen buckled in. We eventually gave up, and let him sit in the seat he was whining over. I hate giving in to him, but after thirty minutes, I didn't want to fight anymore. I finally got in the passenger's seat, and we were on our way. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We arrived at Target in one piece. Thankfully. As we entered, we were greeted by the smell of vomit. Someone had puked in the entryway. Gag. We proceeded to get carts, and make our way through the store. I was really relieved that Allen was laying down in the cart being calm, and Mason was enjoying a snack. Whew, after the horrific tantrum, I was optimistic that my children couldn't behave any worse. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After about twenty minutes, Mason began trying to climb out of his seat. Then, he wanted to open the candy canes. He then wanted to climb into my arms attacking me with his sticky candy cane fingers. After I cleaned him up, him and Allen fought over a throw pillow. After the throw pillow fight, Jenny gave the boys some goldfish crackers that she was also feeding her little girl to keep her happy. My boys were calm for maybe two minutes, then they started fighting over who was going to hold everything I was putting in the cart. I picked up what I thought were two <u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">plastic </u>wine glasses for them to hold. I figured this would be great, because it was the same item. I even confirmed with Jenny that they were indeed plastic. We were wrong. Allen and Mason shattered a wine glass moments later, because they were clinging them together. Awesome. So, not only are we leaving a trail of goldfish (oh, we spilled half the bag in the previous aisle); we were also now leaving a trail of broken wine glass pieces.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We declared our Target trip to be over, but because Target is the "black hole", and everyone that enters can never seem to get out; we spotted hats. I needed a hat. Everyone I picked up to try on was fraying or damaged. I felt like everything I touched or anything I wanted to do this trip was tainted with bad luck. Luckily, I did find a hat:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Jenny decided to go through her cart one last time to make sure she really needed all the items she was purchasing. I normally do this too, because there are so many things that always end up in my Target shopping cart. I like to call it the "cart edit". So, during Jenny's "cart edit" an ornament falls out of her cart and shatters on the floor. We can't help but to start laughing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I really hope that Jenny doesn't find us insane. Lately, I try to find good humor in all the craziness that happens to find me. I mean, after all...laughter is basically just cheap medicine, right? I had so much fun laughing,enjoying the madness, and shopping. I will admit, it will be nice to have a re-do shopping trip with Jenny in the future )minus children). Hopefully, she takes me up on the offer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh, and I found this in my shopping bag:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is now 6:41pm, and about twenty minutes ago I sent the boys to their room to have "quiet time". They were fighting over a hot wheels toy (we only have probably a hundred of them). I just needed peace. I wanted to sit down. I just went to check on them, and they are both curled up in bed asleep. Do I dare wake them? No. I think I will silently continue to sit here and laugh at our adventure. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~A</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-91401139668503298842012-12-04T02:27:00.002-08:002012-12-04T15:56:00.949-08:00Christmas Cookie Exchange! <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 107%;">It’s the holidays. This means, it is the best time of the
year to eat cookies. I love cookies. I’m trying to behave my pre-diabetic self
by not eating too many of them. I feel like it helps for me to look at cookies,
smell them, and maybe take a bite, and that is it. No more. Okay, I’m torturing
myself. Whatever. Don’t judge me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 107%;">I’ve decided that it would be a great idea to host a
cookie exchange. When I was pregnant with Mason, I went to a cookie exchange for a Christmas activity with the women at my church. I loved it. It was so
much fun socializing with people, eating cookies, AND exchanging recipes (so I
could later make more cookies)! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to New York for a cookie exchange (although that would be pretty amazing), I’ve decided to host a virtual one! This
might actually be good for me, because I won’t be able to eat over a dozen
mouth-watering cookies. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Entries must be in by Midnight December 18th, 2012.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-38034240669336398392012-12-03T20:09:00.003-08:002012-12-03T20:12:39.032-08:00Manic Monday.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is a lot on my mind that I just want to talk about. First, I never understood why people hated Monday so much. I mean, it is just another day, right? Well, today, it is Monday. Today, I don't like Monday. I don't have a job outside of the house. Instead, I'm a stay-at-home Mom. Today, I just felt like things didn't start off the way they should. Normally, my Mondays start around 7am when Mason wakes me up. I cook breakfast, I take Allen to speech therapy, and I workout at the gym afterwards. Instead, I woke up to this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"This" would be six loads of laundry that I decided not to finish folding last night at midnight. It was ready to greet me this morning. Blah. Daniel left for work at 5am this morning. This, is also not normal. He is normally at home, and I've been spoiled having him around. I don't know how to react when he has to work remotely in the surrounding area, instead of at home. I did not make my usual waffles and bacon for the boys and Daniel for breakfast. Folding laundry almost made us late for speech therapy. I'm always ten minutes early, but today I was rushing to get there in time. The gym was unusually crowded this morning, and the boys never took their naps.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wow, do I sound whiny? I know there are more important things to complain about. So, I will do that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I want to talk about <i><span style="font-size: large;">boundaries</span></i>. This has been something I've been trying to define in my life. I hate when people <b>tell</b> me how things are going to be, instead of being a considerate person, and <b>asking</b> me. I don't have time for this. If boundaries can not be respected, then I can not be a respectful person in return. With the new year coming up, I'm going to be re-establishing and re-defining my relationships with others. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also, I don't like being placed in positions where I'm being forced to feel as if I have to do something, or the person is going to respond negatively. Don't be surprised when I decided we can no longer have a relationship.</span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT YOU HAVE THE POWER TO DECIDE: THIS IS NOT HOW THE STORY IS GOING TO END.</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">YOU ARE IN CHARGE OF HOW YOU FEEL, AND TODAY YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHOOSE HAPPINESS.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel so much better typing this out. I like to consider myself a tactful person, and I feel like actions always speak louder than words. I won't confront you, but how I respond to the way you treat me will hopefully be an indication that <i>I simply deserve better</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okay, enough complaining. Let's talk about something else. How about the flu? I took the boys to get flu shots today too. Here are some awesome pictures of the event:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><br />As you can see, our flu shot visit was so much fun. We waited forever to see the doctor. I always try to bring snacks or something for the boys to do while waiting on the doctor. After an hour, they were no longer interested in their books or toys I brought. They ate their snacks, started fighting, and oh; Mason found gum under the chair and started playing with it. Nice. Hopefully the flu shot will help kill off all the nasty germs they contracted while trying to get it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">That pretty much sums up my "Manic Monday". Tomorrow, I start the GET RIPPED class at the gym. I might just post before and after pictures! After the demo class, it hurt to walk for a week. Ha, please; feel free to wish me luck! Tomorrow I will also be on a quest to find shoes for the Christmas party we are hopefully attending on Saturday. I hope my dress comes soon. I will make sure to post pictures of that too!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-63206883719021869732012-12-01T05:16:00.001-08:002012-12-01T05:16:06.760-08:00DECEMBER IS HERE!<br />
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December!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Batang","serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Can you believe this is the last month of 2012? Where the
heck did this year go? I love December. It has always been my favorite month.
Maybe, because I love the smell of cookies baking in the oven, pine trees, and cinnamon-scented
pine cones. Or maybe it is because I enjoy ice skating, watching Christmas
movies, or wearing cozy pajamas. I love
looking at all the lights, watching people shop (and doing some shopping
myself), and listening to Nat King Cole sing “The Christmas Song”. I love “The
Christmas Song”; it is the sound of Christmas. This time of the year is always
so nostalgic. It reminds me of all the happy memories my family shared
growing-up. December helps me forget about worries. It makes me love more, and
helps me go into January feeling happy and ready for something new. I’ve decided to make a December Bucket
List. I encourage you to do the same! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mason</span><span style="font-family: Algerian; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've always been a worry-wort. Always. This week, in fact this entire month; I've been confronting a lot of my fears. Not only have I been able to reflect upon how I feel after I conquer things that I was afraid of, but I've also watched my son overcome some fears of his own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, why am I such a worrier? Maybe it has something to do with how I was raised? There is no one more paranoid than my grandmother. I love her, and I don't want to speak negatively of her, but geez, does she know how to think of the worst possible outcomes for any situation. My dad, likewise; was always lecturing me of all the horrible things that could happen in any situation. Now, there is a difference between being aware of a situation, and obsessing to a point where you can't enjoy yourself. It has taken several years to gradually step out of my "comfort zone". I would say that I'm at a point in my life now where I'm not as paranoid. I'm always aware of what is going on around me, but I don't view everyone as "out to get me". I've become more adventurous and spontaneous, as well. So, why? Why do I still freak out over situations that I think I will fail at? My current fear: failure. Lately, this fear has prevented me from wanting to move to NY (what if I couldn't adjust?), getting on the subway (what if I got lost?), parallel parking my car (what if I couldn't do it?), or driving through the city (what if I wrecked the car?). Well, I will have you know, that I've done all of those things. I've adjusted to NY life. I love living in an apartment, walking everywhere, and I'm even used to rude people. I've traveled on the Subway without getting lost. I drove through Manhattan, and I did great. As of yesterday, I had my first lesson parallel parking my car! Guess what? I did it. ((<i>Thanks to the help of Jenny, my neighbor on my floor</i>)). When I came back from parking the car, my husband gave me a lecture on how I always tell myself that I <i style="font-weight: bold;">can't </i> do something, when I actually <i style="font-weight: bold;">can</i>. Yes, I used the word "lecture", because we've had this discussion several times. You know what? I'm thankful that he "lectures" me. He is right, I'm way more capable of overcoming things than I think I am. After reflecting on my parking experience, something "clicked". I'm going to make a vow with myself to not let my fears hold me back. In other words, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm also not going to encourage my kids to be fearful. I've watched Allen overcome some of his fears this month too. Allen has always been nervous to climb up the bars on a jungle gym. I finally encouraged him enough times, that he decided to do it. Watching his expression once he conquered his fears was priceless. He also has been working on trying new foods. If you know anything about my son, you know that he is very particular about the texture and colors of foods he will eat. I will have everyone know, that Allen tried a mango this week, and he loved it! He was also able to try cauliflower too. While he didn't care for the cauliflower, I'm so proud he was brave enough to feel it, touch it, and taste it. Go, Allen! </span></div>
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As some of you may or may not know, before we moved to New York my doctor told me that I was a pre-diabetic. What does this mean? According to the American Diabetes Association, a person has prediabetes when "...<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">a person's blood glucose levels are higher than normal but not high enough to be type 2 diabetes. People with prediabetes are more likely to develop type 2 diabetes and may have some problems from diabetes already". </span></span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"> I wasn't really surprised at the news. I felt horrible for months. I had terrible headaches, stomach aches, dizziness, thirstiness, and moodiness. There were several contributing factors that put me in the category of now being at risk for diabetes. For one, I'm overweight. For my height, I need to be in the 110-120 lbs range. I was not exercising enough, nor did I maintain a healthy diet. I felt disgusting. Worse, I did not like the person that looked back at me in the mirror. I love ice cream, cookies, and carbs.<i> Oh, do I love carbs</i>. However, I wanted to feel "normal" again. What happened to me? Where was energy? Why was I not happy with myself? I was making the choice to live an unhealthy lifestyle. When my glucose test results came back, I made a vow to myself to try to be a healthier person. </span></span></span></div>
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-35221594159629534612012-11-23T15:04:00.000-08:002012-11-23T15:04:52.165-08:00Love.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is hard for me to believe that five years ago, Daniel and I spent our first Thanksgiving together. We both spent Thanksgiving in Raleigh, NC. It is one of my fondest memories. Every year, on Thanksgiving and the day after; I can't help but remember our first Thanksgiving together. Here are some pictures:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I have a confession...part of me wishes I could back in time and re-live the past five years. There would be so many things I would do and say differently. If given the chance, I would love you more </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(if that is even possible?!)</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">, I would try to be more understanding of you, and I would taste my words before spiting them out. I'm not a very understanding person when things don't tend to go my way. I can also be rather moody. My poor husband is the one that has to deal with my moods, my complaining, and my ups and downs. For that, I'm thankful for his understanding. I hope he knows how much I love him. I hope he knows how proud I am of his accomplishments, and the type of father he is to our children. I love you, Daniel. I hope you love me just as much as the day you asked me to marry you. I know, if given the opportunity; I'd do it all over again. Thankfully, we have a lifetime to love, learn, and laugh together.</span></div>
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-22894359270133347322012-11-18T06:57:00.002-08:002012-11-18T06:57:14.985-08:00Explore.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before coming to New York, I was really nervous about living here. I know I have expressed that more than once, and I'm going to say it again. I was nervous. My friend from Santa Cruz visited (as I have also mentioned in another blog post), and she helped me remember the person I used to be. I used to be excited about going new places, trying new things, and dreaming <i>big</i>. Somewhere along the way, I lost my confidence, questioned who I was, and a lost a part of me. I think this is all normal stuff when you are discovering who you are. Part of me thinks that your twenties is supposed to make you feel this way. It is time to explore, dream, and discover. I feel like I found the piece of me that has been missing for the past five years. Siena helped give me find the confidence I needed to step out of my comfort zone. She reminded me of the confident person I know I am. I don't know exactly what "snapped" or "clicked" that helped me realize this, but I'm thankful I did. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yesterday, we spent the day exploring. We took the subway to Williamsburg, then we went to Times Square. Both experiences went really well! The boys even enjoyed themselves too! I really do have some great kids. </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Williamsburg had some awesome street vendors. I found this ring. $5. I love it. If you know about The Vampire Diaries: this is my "daylight" ring. (Ha. You know you are smiling right now. ;) )</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">We also went to the M&M store. It's called M&M's World. It was pretty awesome. It was also pretty overwhelming. Not in a bad way, but in the sense that there was so much to do and look at. I stopped taking pictures sometime after this store, to conserve battery on my phone. However, we also went to H&M and Anthropologie. We saw someone getting married, and we saw lots of Christmas decorations. I can't wait to go back! I would not venture there by myself with the boys, because of how busy everything is, but going and exploring with someone was a ton of fun. Plus, I don't think I would ever go by myself. I have never seen so many people in my life. I felt very "small" in such a <u>BIG</u> city! Oh, and it was a much better experience walking there than driving. Ha!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I hope everyone has a fabulous Sunday. Next week, plan an adventure. The world is waiting.</span></div>
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-13705108547259998192012-11-16T07:20:00.000-08:002012-11-16T07:20:18.263-08:00As luck would have it, answered prayer, or whatever you want to call it...<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Week <i>TWO</i> of not having to move my car!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you know me, you know I'm one of the worst drivers...ever. Am I exaggerating? No. You've got to trust me on this statement. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you also know me, you know that things always tend to work out for me. I'm not trying to brag or boast about the luck that comes my way. Instead, I want to take a minute and reflect about my "luck". Don't get me wrong, I've had challenges in my life, or periods where I'm wasn't so "lucky". But no matter what, I feel like things have a way of working themselves out. The moments that I find myself in situations that are overwhelming or seem like they are too much to handle, in the back of my mind I always know I shouldn't worry. I used to have a strong relationship with my Heavenly Father, and there has been a period recently where I haven't felt as close to him. I don't want to get into all the reasons why, but every time I take a moment to say a prayer, I always feel comforted and things just tend to work out. You might not believe in religion, or in God. And that is okay. As for me, I do. I believe that we have the right to make our own choices that might lead us to certain circumstances in our lives, however; I know that there has to be some sort of higher power looking after me and taking care of my family. You might ask, then why do bad things happen to good people? Good things don't happen to me all the time. Yet, when good things do happen, I can see them as a blessing. Even if that "blessing" is as simple as not having to move my car. </span></div>
Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-78476125130034992212012-11-14T14:15:00.001-08:002012-11-14T14:15:06.441-08:00New Yorker in the making!<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Riding the subway might not seem like a huge accomplishment to some people, but for me, it was a major accomplishment. The past week or so, I've become really comfortable in my new surroundings. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I remember the first time I came to New York. It was Thanksgiving 2009. Daniel was deployed, and my friend Emily invited my brother, Allen, and I to go visit her family in NY for Thanksgiving. I was so excited to go! Ha, I remember the drive took f o r e v e r. I gasped every time she got too close to the car in front of us, or if someone cut us off. I was then banished to the backseat where I got car sick due to the massive amount of anxiety that kept building in the pit of my stomach. Yeah, I'm a spaz. I told myself that New York was a nice place to visit, but I would <i><b>never</b> </i>live in New York. I forgot about that life rule that says something along the lines of "<i><u>never say never</u></i>"! I guess the joke is on me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When Daniel was offered his new job, and it was confirmed we were moving to New York; I remember being nervous about walking every where with the boys. The picture I had in my mind, and where we actually live, are two totally different things. I absolutely love it here in New York. If I could give advice to anyone moving somewhere unknown, I would tell them to <b>embrace it</b>. <i>Life is an adventure</i>! I can't believe I've waited over a month to catch the subway. Life here is so much easier than I imagined it being. </span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The grocery stores here deliver! Yes, deliver! I can walk to the store, and if I buy more that $30 worth of products, I get free grocery delivery. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can walk everywhere! I have everything I need within a 10 minute walk. You name it; I've got it! Grocery store, doctor, shopping, gym, park, and library to name a few. Plus, I'm going to have some killer legs by next summer! (That is my goal at least)! </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel safe. Ha, those of you that know me really well, know that I tend to obsess about the worst case scenarios all the time. I feel like I've gotten a lot better about that, but it does put more at ease when I feel safe in place. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love living in an apartment. Again, I can't believe I'm confessing this. I no longer have to mow a lawn. Nor do I have to worry about taking the trash out on trash day. I know, this makes it sound like I'm lazy, but I'm not. It is just nice, okay? It's the little things.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I like the diversity of the people here in NY. It is fun to people watch, to listen to others speak, and to meet people I never would have been exposed to otherwise. And yes, I even like all the rude New Yorkers. The rude people are making me more aware of how attractive it is to be a kind person. In fact, they inspire me to go out of my way to be nice, even if that means smiling more. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't have to drive! Hold on, let me announce that one more time...I DO NOT HAVE TO DRIVE! Mailboxes are officially safe from me! In case you don't know what that means, let's just say I had a run in with a mailbox this summer, and it wasn't pretty.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pizza. Sushi. Chinese food. Need I say more? Oh, and bagels. However, I have not had them since I've been here. Although, I have had them before, and they are amazing! I need to remember to get an onion bagel, as soon as possible! </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There's so much to explore, and I can't wait to start exploring more!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fashion. I'm starting to become obsessed. Uh oh.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Most importantly, my husband and kids are here. I'm so excited to be sharing this experience with them. After all, life is just a little sweeter when you have people to share in a new experience! </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~A</span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-47188024037481953312012-11-13T10:09:00.002-08:002012-11-13T10:14:31.432-08:00Follow me!<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/4227891/?claim=k3h68uchsme">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a><br />
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Follow my blog at blog'lovin!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-23333577907322064522012-11-12T16:05:00.001-08:002012-11-13T04:06:13.456-08:00Old friends. New things. Six years? ((a quick self reflection))<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This week, one of my friends from UCSC came to visit me. Her name is Siena, and I met her through my roommate Juliana (I call her Julie). Since Siena has been here, I've been thinking a lot about where I'm in in my life. It is weird to think that I attended UCSC almost <i>six</i> years ago. So much has changed in my life, and I feel as if my experience at Santa Cruz was just the beginning in helping shape the person I am today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had never been far away from friends, family, or Missouri for an extended period of time by <i>myself. </i>I will admit, I was a little nervous. After a semester, I decided to go back home, get married, and enroll at MU. Not long after, I got pregnant with Allen. It seemed like in a span of just a year my life completely changed. The timeline of the past six years goes something like this:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Married Daniel</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Baby Allen</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Moved to NC</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Deployments, deployments!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Baby Mason</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Moved to KC</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Whew! Did all of that just happen? I seriously ask myself every day where the times goes. Where? I don't know! Life moves so <b>f a s t</b>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I never thought that my life would be where it is today. I thought I would go to school in California, major in something in the medical field, and never have kids. I have to confess, all of those things weren't what I wanted, but I thought they were expected of me. My entire life, I've let the opinions of other influence my decisions. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to go to school in California. I didn't want to become a doctor. And, to be honest, I wanted...yes <i>wanted (please note past tense)...</i>five kids. Sometime in October of my freshman year at Santa Cruz, I decided that I was tired of doing what I thought others wanted me to do. I decided to make my own choices. I decided to get engaged, get married, have a baby, and figure everything else out as life progressed. I'm thankful for all my experiences. I might not have graduated college yet, like most of my friends. Nor do I have a career. But you know what I do have? A family. I have a handsome husband, two beautiful kids, and the ability to be a stay-at-home mom. The life that each of us is given is unique to each individual. I love the saying that goes "only you are strong enough for the life you live". I know in every situation, I have had the ability to make my own choices. For the longest time, I chose to be too critical of myself. I chose to let others' opinions influence my choices, and I chose to be unhappy. I'm no longer going to make the choice to let others bring me down. I know I'm a smart, beautiful, and stronger than I even give own self credit for sometimes. I'm tired of being friends or associating with people that "bring me down". Even in high school, I allowed others to make me feel inferior or not worthy of being happy doing things I loved. I'm not resentful to those people, in fact, I'm really thankful I've had some challenging people in my life. One of my favorite quotes: </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">"To those of you who
have pushed me, thank you- without you I </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">wouldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> have fallen. To those of you
who laughed at me, thank you- without you I wouldn't have cried. To those of
you who just </span><span style="line-height: 36px;">couldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> love me, thank you- without you I </span><span style="line-height: 36px;">wouldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> have known real
love. To those of you who hurt my feelings, thank you- without you I </span><span style="line-height: 36px;">wouldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> have felt them. To those of you who left me lonely, thank you- without you I </span><span style="line-height: 36px;">wouldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> have discovered myself, but it is to those of you who thought i </span><span style="line-height: 36px;">couldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> do it-- it is to you i thank the most because, without you I wouldn't have
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It has taken me a long time to get to a place in my life where I'm happy with myself. I no longer feel guilty for not being the person that other people thought I should be. Nor, do I look in the mirror and resent the way I look. I respect other peoples' opinions, but sometimes it is better to keep your mouth shut. After all, you don't know the impact your words might have on someone else. I would like to think I'm a very understanding person, but I will no longer put up with people that I feel bring me down. Your snide comments, your judgment that you pass on me, and your ability to make feel inferior will continue<i><b><u> no more</u></b></i>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Watch out, I actually think I have a pretty good idea of who I am. Uh oh, prepare for a more confident and unfiltered Ashley. Don't worry, you probably won't like me. That is okay, because there are a few people I actually like. </span><br />
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-40698806530946631812012-11-10T06:04:00.001-08:002012-11-10T06:07:29.528-08:00Happy 237th Birthday Marine Corps!<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Happy Birthday Marines!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Every year since Daniel and I have been married, I make sure to call Grandpa Cherry and sing him the Marine Corps Hymn. I'm excited to do that today. It is our little tradition. </span></span><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">From the Halls of Montezuma</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">To the Shores of Tripoli;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">We fight our country's battles</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">In the air, on land and sea;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">First to fight for right and freedom </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">And to keep our honor clean; </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">We are proud to claim the title </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">of United States Marine. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Our flag's unfurled to every breeze</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">From dawn to setting sun;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">We have fought in ev'ry clime and place</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Where we could take a gun;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">In the snow of far-off Northern lands</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">And in sunny tropic scenes; </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">You will find us always on the job--</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">The United States Marines.</span></i><br />
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<i>Here's health to you and to our Corps<br />Which we are proud to serve<br />In many a strife we've fought for life<br />And never lost our nerve;<br />If the Army and the Navy<br />Ever look on Heaven's scenes;<br />They will find the streets are guarded<br />By United States Marines.</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">SGT Hernandez served in the Marine Corps for four years. He did two tours to Afghanistan. In those four short years, I think I developed more pride for my country than I ever knew was possible. I love our country, but when someone you loves selflessly serves for the military, I think an individual has the opportunity to really understand what the word "sacrifice" means. I also learned what it means when people say "freedom isn't free". Many young women and young men risk their lives to make sure those they love, and those they don't even know; can live in our country. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">While in the Marine Corps, we endured two deployments. One of which was eight months, and another of which was one year. Everyone always asks me: "how did you do it"? My answer is simple: I support my husband in everything he decides to do. Being a Marine wife is not easy, but I believe it a very important calling to those that are married to a Marine. I met some amazing Marine wives while at Cherry Point. Their sacrifices and willingness to endure deployments, no matter what challenges they face; brings tears to my eyes. Most of my friends that I met in the Marine Corps are still Marine wives. Some of them are new to the Marine Corps, some of them are "seasoned spouses", and some of them are going through their first deployments. To all of them, I salute you just as much as I salute the men you support. Each of you have touch my life in ways I can't even begin to express. I will be forever thankful for everything <i>you</i> do every day. I hope each of you know your courage, strength, and patriotism is just some of the few things I admire about you. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">The Marine wives are not the only people that I grew to love in the Marine Corps. Most importantly, it made me love husband in a way that I feel most people take for granted. I was able to see a side of him that showed selflessness, responsibility, and loyalty not only to myself, but those he served with. I know other couples can say they might have seen these characteristics in their spouses, but when you spend so much time away from the one you love; I think it gives you a different perspective on how much they love <i>you. </i>I don't think I will ever be able to comprehend the amount of love Daniel has for me. But I do know, that it takes a special individual to serve in the Marine Corps. Likewise, I think it takes strong females to serve in the Marine Corps, or any branch of service for that matter. My best friend SGT Austin is one of the strongest women I know. The love she has from serving others amazes me. I don't think SGT Austin could ever met a stranger, nor do I think she would ever deny helping others in need. Her love for the Marine Corps, her compassion for others, and her willingness to fight for my freedom are all characteristics that make me proud to say she is <i>my </i>friend. I can't imagine the sacrifices female marines make when they have to leave their families to go on a deployment. These ladies are women that I admire and look up to. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss being a Marine wife. I know the saying goes: "once a Marine always a Marine", but does that go the same for all the wives too? I have never felt more accepted,more loved, or more apart of a "community". If I could do it all over again, I would. I feel as if the Marine Corps taught our family that we can endure any challenge that is present to us. It made me a stronger person. It irritates me when people whine about their husbands being gone for a short period time on a business trip or something of the like. I'm not trying to the play the "whose has/ had it worse" game, but the next time you open your mouth to complain, there is a spouse out there that is falling asleep at night wondering if her loved one is safe; there is a spouse that is waiting anxiously for a phone call, because she hasn't heard from her loved one in over a week; there is a spouse raising her family by herself while trying not cry in front of her kids. To those that haven't yet endured a deployment, don't look at it as a negative event that might happen: embrace it. The deployment will go faster than you will can say: "Semper Fi". </span></div>
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-78285922164479701342012-11-08T08:13:00.003-08:002012-11-21T11:16:58.674-08:00Thankful.Everyone else has been doing 30 Days of Thanks on their Facebook status. I've decided to go ahead and do it too. Okay, I know, I'm behind since it is already day 8. That is okay though, because I will just keep making on going updates to this post as the month progresses. Enjoy! What are YOU thankful for?<br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 1:</b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> </b>I'm thankful for my husband. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 2: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful Allen and Mason. They are such a joy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 3:</b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> </b>I'm thankful for my family and extended family.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 4: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for friends.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 5: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for our apartment that has heat and electricity.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 6:</b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b> </b>I'm thankful for my freedom to make decisions.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 7: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful that I'm healthy. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 8: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for random acts of kindness. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 9: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for answered prayers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 10:</b> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for the military and their families.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 11: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for food.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 12: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I'm thankful for opportunities that help me see things differently.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 13:</b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I'm thankful for technology.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 14: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for forgiveness.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 15: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for medicine.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 16:</b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I'm thankful for online shopping.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 17: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for pets. I miss baby cat-cat...okay, maybe I miss Max and Jax too.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 18: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I'm thankful for books.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 19: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for reusable bags. They make my life so much easier.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 20:</b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I'm thankful for clothes and shoes. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;"><b>Day 21: </b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm thankful for things in my life like toilet paper, paper towels, and feminine products. I can't imagine what life would be like without them. </span></span></div>
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-13816863198044360342012-11-07T14:19:00.001-08:002012-11-07T14:25:19.459-08:00Life in NY!It's official! We finally have a New York address! Whew! We moved the day before Sandy. We were so fortunate not tot lose power or experience any flooding. Others, were not so fortunate. Those of you that are interested in donating things to victims, please let me know! There is a drop-off donation area at my gym, and I would be more than happy to take things there for you. I likewise plan on donating items. Anything and everything helps!<br />
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I feel like it has been way too long since I've updated. So much has happened! Okay, let me start from the beginning...<br />
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THE MOVE...<br />
On Sunday, October 28th, we moved in to our New York apartment. We decided it would be the easiest on us to hire movers to move our stuff. We didn't have much to move, but driving through Manhattan is a nightmare, and we didn't want to have to make several trips (we've bought stuff since being here, and everything wouldn't fit back into the car). Daniel got up early, and went to Forest Hills to get the keys and meet the movers. Because of the storm, the subway stopped running. So, this meant that I would have to drive through Manhattan by myself, or wait until the morning when Daniel could <i>maybe</i> come back to Jersey City. I decided to be brave, and I packed up the remaining things I had in the apartment into the car. The boys and I then ventured through Manhattan to our apartment. Obviously, I made it just fine. I will openly admit that I'm a terrible driver. Since the drivers in NY are all over the place when they drive, my bad driving wasn't as noticeable. I'm so proud of myself for making it in one piece!<br />
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THE STORM...<br />
The day after the move, we got up early and made a target trip to get curtains before the storm. I was really surprised that our apartment didn't at least have blinds. I didn't want people staring at us, so I'm glad that we made the journey to Target.<br />
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LIVING IN NY...<br />
Okay, so <i>maybe </i>I like it here more than I'm willing to admit. If Daniel is reading this I'm sure he is thinking <i>I told you so!</i> I really enjoy our little neighborhood. I also absolutely love our apartment. Our broker, Ivan, is a great guy. He listened to what we wanted, and made sure to find us a perfect place. It has everything we need really close. The people here are actually really friendly, and I have not met one person in my building or in this area that I dislike. I've met a couple people out in town that I've exchanged numbers with that have kids. I'm happy that it is starting to feel like "home" here, and I can't wait to meet new people. As my mother-in-law always reminds me, I will find "my little world" here.<br />
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The boys are adjusting well. They love living here. Mason and I are constantly battling about him wearing his coat. It is cold here, and I'm sure it will colder before the winter is over. They are also doing a wonderful job learning how to walk gently on our floors. Ha, I hope our neighbors below us don't completely hate us.<br />
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It is snowing here now, and I can't wait to see what adventures await me this week! I joined a gym, and I have all intentions of going...snow or no snow! And, yes, I will be walking.<br />
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<br />Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07087878722196032728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693938358674108495.post-58653934058491535792012-10-28T09:16:00.002-07:002012-11-07T14:19:16.966-08:00Moving Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We're moving! All of the stuff in the corner, the large desk, and children are all being moved today! The movers will be here shortly to load up all the stuff minus the kids, but if they wanted to take them too, I wouldn't complain. (haha, kidding).<br />
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As some of you may or may not know, we recently moved to New York. We tend to move a lot. I've always been used to moving. In fact, I've moved over twenty times into a new place. I've lived in five different states (Missouri, Utah, California, North Carolina, and now New York). Whew.<br />
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I've been giving a lot of thought about change lately. It is not easy, and I don't enjoy moving. However, I enjoy being able to "start over", learn new things about myself, and above all meet new people. I've met some amazing people from all the times I have moved, and I can't imagine what my life would have been like if I would have stayed in just one place. One question I always get asked is "how do you do it"? It is hard for others to imagine moving away from family, friends, and what they know as norm. Yet, this is what I've been used to. I feel like my friendships mean more to me, because I understand that sometimes we can't be in the place as those we love. I feel as if I talk to people more when I'm away from them,because I don't want to lose contact with them. I also feel as if I can honestly say I know the meaning of "distance makes the heart grow fonder". I think my ability to endure long distance relations is what makes Daniel and I so close. When he was deployed, I was still able to feel close with him. Likewise, I'm able to maintain friendships and closeness with my family members.<br />
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I wanted to write this post to clarify a few things. First, yes, I miss everyone at home. Second, I'm starting to enjoy New York a little more every day, and third, I'm (as well as everyone else) stronger than I thought. I will survive this move, just like I survived moving to a new place before. Don't worry, I will miss all of you just as much as I did before. I also want to encourage others to step out of their comfort zone. Sometimes, we learn the most about ourselves we aren't stuck in the same routine. Life is an adventure; go explore! Oh, and home is where we make it. I love that no matter where I go, as long as I have my little family, my life is complete.<br />
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I'd love to hear about your experiences moving or visiting a new place! If you have any, please comment or send me a private message on Facebook. I'd love to hear from you!<br />
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