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Sunday, September 26, 2010

Day 2- My parents

I have an interesting family, to say the least. I won't go into specifics- no matter what, they are my family, and I would never air our dirty laundry like that.
I used to think my mom was a superhero growing up. She did what all the other parents did, but there was only one of her and two of them. I think she loved me twice as much to make up for there only being one of her. However, we have gone through some pretty hard times. She gave me an awesome childhood, but I became an adult quickly. I was forced to learn a lot of life lessons all at once, and even though it wasn't easy, it made me a better person. Despite her faults, I can still say that she was a great mom and is now one of my best friends. I love her. 
My dad has been in and out of my life ever since I could remember. Right now, we are at the stage where we haven't talked in months, actually a year, if you don't include the merry christmas and happy birthday texts. I've tried so many times to tell myself that he hasn't affected my life, that I don't care. But after many many emotional moments, I have realized that it has impacted me significantly, in more ways than I could explain here. I don't think my dad is a bad person; I've met so many people who have nothing but good things to say about him. He works hard, and has overcome many things in his life. Everyone makes mistakes, but not everyone knows how to deal with them. He made a few very big ones- and our relationship was one that couldn't be fixed.
My dad was never around, but my grandpa sure was. I was always closer to my grandmother, but when she passed away, my grandpa and I built an inseparable bond. He moved into our guest house, and I used to carry dinner back to him no matter the weather, and watch baseball games with him at night. My grandpa was the most stubborn man I ever met, but I was able to get to his soft side. In February, my grandpa underwent heart surgery. He made it through ok, but spent the next month in and out of the hospital because his body was too weak to recover. There were many times when I rushed home from school two hours away to be with him. When it was his time to go, my grandpa held on just long enough for all of my family to make it in time to say goodbye.
I never got to tell my grandpa that I got married. It was a few weeks after his surgery, and my family and I decided that it would be too much for him to handle. He knew that I was going to do it sooner or later, but he used to lecture me about being too young. I always planned for him to walk me down the aisle, so it broke my heart even more that I couldn't tell him. I am so thankful that I had him as a father figure growing up.
I know, this was a depressing entry. But thats my life. You have to go through a lot of sad times to get to the happy ones. Right?

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Day 1- Introduction

My name is Ashley, and I'm 19. I'm short (4'11'' and three quarters to be exact) and I think, I know, my size helped to build my personality as I grew up. I was born in Riverside, CA, grew up in Phoenix, AZ, and now I'm living in San Diego!


Where to start..
School. I've always been an 'accelorated' student, since 2nd grade. In high school, I took all the AP classes, and made it my goal to get into an out of state university. I set my heart on USC and UF, but I fell just short of the top 1% in my class and didn't get into either one. Now I can say that I am happy I got rejected, because 1) I wouldn't have been able to afford it and 2) I wouldn't be with the love of my life. Instead, I went to UofA, as an honor's business major, and made one big realization: I hated school. I was never the kind of person who got excited to go to school (unless there was cute boy in my class!).. I thought things would change in college, but they didn't. I, very painstakingly, finished out my freshman school year, and now I am taking a break to figure out what I want to do, not what I think others want me to be. And I think I figured it out- I want to be a wedding planner.


I only have a few close friends. I'm the kind of girl who doesn't click with other girls, but makes friends with the guys easily. Its gotten me into trouble a few times, but only because of what other people think. The people who know me understand, for example: my hubby and I got invited to go out with his friends from work one night.. As he was telling me about the people who were going he said something along the lines of, "All the guys are really cool, I know you will get a long with them. Blank and Blank (insert girls names) are also going, but they're girls so I don't expect you to make friends with them."


I ran cross country for 6 years, and also ran a season of track. I love running, but my body hates it. I dealt with knee problems my freshman year, and as soon as those cleared up I started having problems with my hips. At the end of my junior year, I had plans to be the top varsity girl, and then unexpectedly injured my lower back at the end of the season. A doctor told me it was either a fracture (I have fallen off a few horses) or I just needed to be 'realigned.' I still deal with the pain today, but I can't get enough of the 'high' from running, so I keep going.


My husband may be a sailor, but I am a cowgirl. Riding is in my blood. One grandfather immigrated from Ireland to become a jockey, and one trained racehorses. My dad is still a well-known jockey, and my brother also raced, but is now an agent. I never got to work on the track, but I had my own horse for 5 years, up until I moved out here. I listen to country, wear cowboy boots, and drag my hubby to the races at del mar.




For the first time in my life, I am truly happy. I met my knight in shining armor, and I have a bright future to look forward to : )

30 days of meee



I have ran across this idea on both facebook and numerous blogs, so I am going to take on the '30 days of me' challenge. I may not get it done in 30 days, but hey, I can try. Heres the list:

Day 1 — Introduction


Day 2 — Your parents


Day 3 — Your siblings


Day 4 — Your best friend(s)


Day 5 — Your first love


Day 6 — Your definition of love


Day 7 — What’s in your bag


Day 8 — Your favorite birthday


Day 9 — Something that you miss


Day 10 — Something that upsets you


Day 11 — Something that makes you feel better


Day 12 — Something that makes you cry


Day 13 — A first


Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from


Day 15 — Cravings

Day 16 — Your favorite place


Day 17 — Your favorite book


Day 18 — Your favorite movie


Day 19 — A recipe


Day 20 — A talent/hobby of yours


Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression


Day 22 — A picture that makes you happy


Day 23 — A picture that you took


Day 24 — A picture of you


Day 25 — A hero who let you down

Day 26 — Your nicknames


Day 27 — The person who gave you your favorite memory


Day 28 — Someone that changed your life


Day 29 — Your dreams


Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Starting to feel like home

It's been a while since I have posted, so let me update you: I'm loving life.
Chris took a 10 day leave, and we enjoyed every minute of it. We shopped for our apartment, explored San Diego, went to the beach, and just enjoyed each other's company. Now, he is back to 12-15 hour work days, with a confusing work schedule that I just now figured out. However; his ship is getting ready for a big inspection so he won't be having any days off for quite a while.

We are putting our apartment together piece by piece. For the first few weeks, we ate on a box on the floor and used our bed comforter as a couch. Everyone has to start somewhere, and I know that we will have a good laugh about it in a few years. Plus, it encouraged our families to tell us their funny stories about their first place. Now, we have upgraded to bar stools at the kitchen bar, and the day before yesterday we got a couch.
I love taking care of the house and cooking dinner. I'm still learning how to cook, but Chris eats everything I put in front of him. Sometimes I don't know if its because he's not a picky eater or because he doesn't want to hurt my feelings haha. We finally found an internet company that will service our apartment (we need fiber optics) so that I can start my wedding planning certification course online! I'm also going to start looking for a part time job so that I can help save for our wedding.
Without the navy, we wouldn't be living in our beautiful apartment in beautiful san diego, so that's one thing I am grateful for : )