Hey all, I'm back across the country, home again home again jiggity jig, and I've already been in trouble.
Don't worry, I'm about to tell you how.
My grandfather's 80th birthday is this week. We did this whole surprise party for him, with all the family and everything, a week before, which was a surprise. He thought we thought he might not make it to the actual birthday. He's in great health, make no mistake, and we just told him...if it was on your actual birthday, you would come home to all the cars in the driveway all, "Oh geez, I wonder why all these cars are here..." So he was definitely surprised. It was great. My cousins were in town, all three of us girl cousins all together... We sing really well, you know, so we sang Landslide for him, seemed reflectively appropriate for an 80th birthday and really we haven't sung together in so long that it was either that or It's Raining Men of the two we remembered well enough. But we sang, and all the older men cried, so it must have been good. I haven't seen my Grandpa that happy in ages.
These cousins...we're rarely all together. Hayley and Joey are siblings, Laura and Andrew are, and Dane and I are...and we're all within four years. We always get in trouble. Always. Dane and Andrew are 17 and they are the manipulators. Laura and I co-mastermind, and Hayley says, "Guys I really don't think we should be doing this." She's the Chuckie Finster of our group. Joey just goes along passively and never gets in trouble.
When we were eleven, ten and six, we threw starfish on the roof in RI, and went across the highway to the beach without permission. Laura also lifted money for the ice cream truck. The uncles found out and we got in trouble.
When we were fifteen, fourteen and ten, we got caught hitchhiking because the second car we stuck our thumb out for belonged to uncle David.
The same year, we stole raspberries from my neighbor's yard.
This year, at 22, 21, and 17, we provided alcohol for minors and drank it on Grandpa's patio. Of course we got caught, and we knew we'd get caught. Aunt Sandy came down and asked us what we were up to...just playin' cards on the patio Aunt Sandy, drinking cokes and eating Doritos. NBD. She picked up a cup. "I knew it wasn't coke. I will deal with you singularly in the morning. I know you're kids and just relaxing, but this is irresponsible." She looked at me. "And you better believe uncle David will be here when you wake up, so keep it in mind when you choose your pajamas."
And he was. Sitting in the slipper chair right next to my bed, sipping coffee at 6 am, waiting on me. He said, "Let's go for a ride."
He drove me up to the church, parked in front of the cross (didn't say a word about Jesus, but the point was made) and said, "What were you thinking? Alcoholism is in our family. What are you doing to your little brother? He's 17, he's a kid, and he's a manipulator I know, but you need to be making better choices when it comes to him. You can't let him put you in positions like this. I love you all and if anything happened to any one of you I would be devastated, and so would everyone else. Did you really think you wouldn't get caught?"
I told him flat out, honestly, "Uncle David, you always catch us. Every time. We talked about it too, before we even made the plan, that whatever we do we're gonna get caught, do we still want to do it? And every one of us said yes."
He said, "It gets more and more serious. What's next? Arson? I am not going to yell at you this time. I know it's been a while since you've seen your cousins, and you wanted to relax and have a good time. But I am so disappointed right now. You disrespected your grandparents by drinking at their house. I know you are smart enough to understand me."
I would rather he had yelled at me. But he took me back to Grandpa's and he made pancakes. Everyone else got the business from Aunt Sandy, and I am more afraid of her...but having uncle David come all the way out, early, to talk to me like that....I know I'm an adult, but when the cousins are in town, the kids' table is reunited, and adulthood goes by the wayside. I'll be good, I'll milk the cows and muck the horses and smoke behind the barn not in front.
At least until the cousins are in town again.
Feloniously,
Ashley
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Monday, June 30, 2008
Still runnin'......Aaaaah
I hate Portland.
I LOVE Canada. I was super-irresponsible in Canada, so Moms, I'll let you know when to skip ahead.
I went to Victoria by way of Port Angeles Washington. It was a short ferry ride, and customs was...a joke. The metal detectors were off. I didn't see anyone's bag getting opened. OPENED, not even searched. Victoria is nice. It's the capital of BC, it was clean, when I got lost people assumed I was lost and helped me. Troy and I spent the day apart, and we just wandered around on our own. I went to the Tall Ships festival thing, which is basically OLD PIRATE SHIPS and I walked around like I didn't know what I was doing and caught myself up in a crowd of Norwegians and got on a pirate ship for FREE! And hung out with a Captain Jack Sparrow look-alike.
After Tall Ships I went back to my hostel and met this guy, a long haired guy with a fishing vest full of snacks and toys for his eight year old and a major sinus problem. Ugh. But in spite of the snottiness, he bought me booze, so I hung out with him a little. He talked a lot, so I went to the bathroom and on the way back sat down next to a rather elderly gentleman with whom I talked about health care (anyone care to guess what my favorite topic is?) and it turned out he was a cardiologist with type 1. At first, I thought, "Cool!" But then, he was giving me medical advice. My a1c is above 6.5% last check and he called it unforgivable. Then told me I should be on a statin and an ACE inhibitor...which is stuff I've been told, but good God, that stuff costs some money. It's free in Canada. And then he hopped up on his high horse about smoking. Urgh. I got outta there quick like a bunny.
Oh and in Canada, people smoke weed on the front of the streets and no one cares.
After Victoria, we took three buses and two ferries to Vancouver. I LOVED Vancouver! We stayed at this hostel called the Cambie. The Cambie is a hundred and ten year old building with a fabulous pub in the downstairs. I met a guy outside, while smoking, and this proves that smoking brings us good things. We hung out for a while outside, and I may mention that in Canada, women never buy beer. The men buy the beers for the women. Love it. So I met the guy, Jeff was his name, and he thought I was Mexican at first, and he introduced me to "The Guys." But named them. I only remember one of them, Ron, and it was Ron that I spent the evening with.
Moms, this is where you want to zone out for a bit. Everyone has their irresponsible moments, and this is one of mine.
Ron and Jeff wanted to hang out with me, away from the noise, so I figured that would be fun, we'd already hung out for about three or four hours, and I know what to do to keep myself safe if I need to. Ron had come on a motorbike (Bwah!) so the plan was for him to take me to his apartment on the bike, and then go back to get Jeff. I went around to find Troy, couldn't find him, left a message at the desk for him that I went, with whom I went, and the address. And then I went back out the door with nothing but what was in the pockets. Cigarettes, keys, chapstick, one roll of smarties. Notice what's conspicuously missing from the list.
I hopped on the motorbike and went. And Ron drove FAST! Oh my GOD it was awesome. Such a rush. No one stopped him and he hit every green light. I was all over it. We went inside, and each popped open a beer, which made it pretty much apparent that he wasn't going back to get Jeff. Eh. We hung out and chatted and drank and smoked. He had a really sweet dachshund named Chevy, we drank some beers, and this is where the curtain comes down.
Judgment free zone! This is where I get more responsible.
Curtain up, 7:30 the next morning, I'm a little shaky but not so bad, Ron gave me a glass of juice and a nectarine for breakfast, like he could know, but PERFECT. He dropped me back at the hostel and I headed up to the room, where Troy is waiting like a daddy with a shotgun. "Where were you? You left your backpack here. You left your insulin and your test kit here. Did you drink? Have you eaten? Check your sugar right now. How could you do that? You could have died last night and I never would have known." I clocked in at 101. I know things could have gone wrong. BUT they didn't, all is well. Hooray! And I made a friend in Canada. I can go back, comfortably.
We left that day for the states again, so we drove down to and arrived in Portland today. I recommend to you all Widmer Gasthaus. Excellent fondue. Oh and Powell's Books ROCKS my world. But I got lost for four hours in town today, while my sugar was up and I was thirsty and I couldn't find anywhere that sold a drink of water and then it started raining, irony of ironies, so after the fourth hour I called Troy and had him come get me. He acted all like he never got lost...then he got lost in the arboretum while I was sitting in the rose garden talking to our lovely Crystal. Yep. He got lost. Hah. Sucka. But I hate Portland. The people are rude. They point you in the wrong direction or assume that you must be homeless if you're attempting to communicate with a stranger. Whores.
Next stops will be Northern California, over to Nevada, Vegas and all, though with my luck I doubt I'll be gambling. Then down to the Grand Canyon, and we're bookin' it home because Canada's transportation kicked my money's butt. I got $500 left. I be sleepin' in the car.
Engage your action straps,
Ashley
I LOVE Canada. I was super-irresponsible in Canada, so Moms, I'll let you know when to skip ahead.
I went to Victoria by way of Port Angeles Washington. It was a short ferry ride, and customs was...a joke. The metal detectors were off. I didn't see anyone's bag getting opened. OPENED, not even searched. Victoria is nice. It's the capital of BC, it was clean, when I got lost people assumed I was lost and helped me. Troy and I spent the day apart, and we just wandered around on our own. I went to the Tall Ships festival thing, which is basically OLD PIRATE SHIPS and I walked around like I didn't know what I was doing and caught myself up in a crowd of Norwegians and got on a pirate ship for FREE! And hung out with a Captain Jack Sparrow look-alike.
After Tall Ships I went back to my hostel and met this guy, a long haired guy with a fishing vest full of snacks and toys for his eight year old and a major sinus problem. Ugh. But in spite of the snottiness, he bought me booze, so I hung out with him a little. He talked a lot, so I went to the bathroom and on the way back sat down next to a rather elderly gentleman with whom I talked about health care (anyone care to guess what my favorite topic is?) and it turned out he was a cardiologist with type 1. At first, I thought, "Cool!" But then, he was giving me medical advice. My a1c is above 6.5% last check and he called it unforgivable. Then told me I should be on a statin and an ACE inhibitor...which is stuff I've been told, but good God, that stuff costs some money. It's free in Canada. And then he hopped up on his high horse about smoking. Urgh. I got outta there quick like a bunny.
Oh and in Canada, people smoke weed on the front of the streets and no one cares.
After Victoria, we took three buses and two ferries to Vancouver. I LOVED Vancouver! We stayed at this hostel called the Cambie. The Cambie is a hundred and ten year old building with a fabulous pub in the downstairs. I met a guy outside, while smoking, and this proves that smoking brings us good things. We hung out for a while outside, and I may mention that in Canada, women never buy beer. The men buy the beers for the women. Love it. So I met the guy, Jeff was his name, and he thought I was Mexican at first, and he introduced me to "The Guys." But named them. I only remember one of them, Ron, and it was Ron that I spent the evening with.
Moms, this is where you want to zone out for a bit. Everyone has their irresponsible moments, and this is one of mine.
Ron and Jeff wanted to hang out with me, away from the noise, so I figured that would be fun, we'd already hung out for about three or four hours, and I know what to do to keep myself safe if I need to. Ron had come on a motorbike (Bwah!) so the plan was for him to take me to his apartment on the bike, and then go back to get Jeff. I went around to find Troy, couldn't find him, left a message at the desk for him that I went, with whom I went, and the address. And then I went back out the door with nothing but what was in the pockets. Cigarettes, keys, chapstick, one roll of smarties. Notice what's conspicuously missing from the list.
I hopped on the motorbike and went. And Ron drove FAST! Oh my GOD it was awesome. Such a rush. No one stopped him and he hit every green light. I was all over it. We went inside, and each popped open a beer, which made it pretty much apparent that he wasn't going back to get Jeff. Eh. We hung out and chatted and drank and smoked. He had a really sweet dachshund named Chevy, we drank some beers, and this is where the curtain comes down.
Judgment free zone! This is where I get more responsible.
Curtain up, 7:30 the next morning, I'm a little shaky but not so bad, Ron gave me a glass of juice and a nectarine for breakfast, like he could know, but PERFECT. He dropped me back at the hostel and I headed up to the room, where Troy is waiting like a daddy with a shotgun. "Where were you? You left your backpack here. You left your insulin and your test kit here. Did you drink? Have you eaten? Check your sugar right now. How could you do that? You could have died last night and I never would have known." I clocked in at 101. I know things could have gone wrong. BUT they didn't, all is well. Hooray! And I made a friend in Canada. I can go back, comfortably.
We left that day for the states again, so we drove down to and arrived in Portland today. I recommend to you all Widmer Gasthaus. Excellent fondue. Oh and Powell's Books ROCKS my world. But I got lost for four hours in town today, while my sugar was up and I was thirsty and I couldn't find anywhere that sold a drink of water and then it started raining, irony of ironies, so after the fourth hour I called Troy and had him come get me. He acted all like he never got lost...then he got lost in the arboretum while I was sitting in the rose garden talking to our lovely Crystal. Yep. He got lost. Hah. Sucka. But I hate Portland. The people are rude. They point you in the wrong direction or assume that you must be homeless if you're attempting to communicate with a stranger. Whores.
Next stops will be Northern California, over to Nevada, Vegas and all, though with my luck I doubt I'll be gambling. Then down to the Grand Canyon, and we're bookin' it home because Canada's transportation kicked my money's butt. I got $500 left. I be sleepin' in the car.
Engage your action straps,
Ashley
Sunday, June 22, 2008
The Worst, Most Evil, Wickedest Foe You Will Ever Encounter!
So hey. before I leave the lovely Montana I would like to issue a severe and threatening warning.
There is a dark and dangerous force out there. It's waiting for you to come to it, and it wants to drop your blood sugar below 30 without notice, it wants to throw you a random 400 mg/dl curve, and it wants you to pingpong up and down, making your stomach hurt and your head spin.
Damen und herren, this loathsome foe is none other than...wahnahnah....Time Zones.
When I hit my first Time Zone, it killed my mood, made me angry, made me refuse to speak, my head was killing me, and I was hitting a bag of Skittles like there were diamonds at the bottom. The number associated with it? 27. Oh yeah, my first conscious low below 30. And it was wicked. I verbally abused anyone who spoke to me. There was no warning. It came out of nowhere. All of a sudden, KABAM! *GRRAAAAWWWWFFF*
Three days after I hulked out, I was in North Dakota in a tiny little town called Larimore, and my meter cheerfully said, "HI!" to me. Yeah, the symptoms matched. "My eyes feel like cue balls. My skin feels like it's electric, how weird...are there exposed wires around my feet? When did I eat that wool jacket?" I could do nothing. I carefully restrained myself from using the old method of taking a big shot and a big glass of water, and I tried to bring myself down slower. Seemed like I needed more Novolog than normal to bring it down, but then I don't know how high I really was.
Boys and Girls, the moral of this story is, be prepared for wonkiness when you change Time Zones. Diabetes doesn't like them.
Wahnahnah,
Ashley
There is a dark and dangerous force out there. It's waiting for you to come to it, and it wants to drop your blood sugar below 30 without notice, it wants to throw you a random 400 mg/dl curve, and it wants you to pingpong up and down, making your stomach hurt and your head spin.
Damen und herren, this loathsome foe is none other than...wahnahnah....Time Zones.
When I hit my first Time Zone, it killed my mood, made me angry, made me refuse to speak, my head was killing me, and I was hitting a bag of Skittles like there were diamonds at the bottom. The number associated with it? 27. Oh yeah, my first conscious low below 30. And it was wicked. I verbally abused anyone who spoke to me. There was no warning. It came out of nowhere. All of a sudden, KABAM! *GRRAAAAWWWWFFF*
Three days after I hulked out, I was in North Dakota in a tiny little town called Larimore, and my meter cheerfully said, "HI!" to me. Yeah, the symptoms matched. "My eyes feel like cue balls. My skin feels like it's electric, how weird...are there exposed wires around my feet? When did I eat that wool jacket?" I could do nothing. I carefully restrained myself from using the old method of taking a big shot and a big glass of water, and I tried to bring myself down slower. Seemed like I needed more Novolog than normal to bring it down, but then I don't know how high I really was.
Boys and Girls, the moral of this story is, be prepared for wonkiness when you change Time Zones. Diabetes doesn't like them.
Wahnahnah,
Ashley
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Goin' where the sun keeps shinin' in the pourin' rain..
Hello folks! I am in Montana someplace around Jeffers. This trip has gotten way expensive. In 13 days and from PA to MT, I have spent $800. Not awesome. So. We might be curtailing some of our trip. Any of you guys on the west coast though, Oregon, California, possibly the bottom corner of Washington, or anywheres near the Grand Canyon, if you want to meet up drop me a little note and we'll try to work something out. Scott, if you would have let me know sooner, I'da tried to work something out! I was in Duluth about four days ago! Ah well, I liked Minnesota, so I might be back around there sometime.
Last night, we camped in this adorable Wyoming campground in Gallatin Canyon, and there were MOOSE. IN OUR CAMPSITE. Just hanging out, eating the trees. Two bulls and a momma and her baby. Pretty wicked. The mountains out here look unreal, like on the ends of movies circa 1965, with the scene painted on the background, or maybe even like the Sound of Music. It reminds me of the wrapper on the York Peppermint Patty, and maybe of Klondike bar commercials too.
Today we were in Yellowstone, and it wasn't quite as nice as our canyon campground, and it was WAY too touristy. We did a Yellowstone effect experiment and stopped to point up at the side of a mountain. Four cars stopped, some people got out, and one guy brought out the heavy artillery with a high-powered telescope. Booyah. We hiked around the hot springs for a while, they were super hot and smelled like bad egg salad sandwiches, but it was still pretty neat.
So tomorrow we're going to find a nice place to lay and read, me in the sun, Whitey McPaleFace in the shade with spf60 slathered all over himself. Nice rest and relaxation.
Gonna open up my comments section for you to leave comments...if I'm not online soon I'll ask Crystal to pretty please with splenda on top check and see if anything's new and exciting so I don't miss something again! :)
I miss all my fans,
Ashley
Last night, we camped in this adorable Wyoming campground in Gallatin Canyon, and there were MOOSE. IN OUR CAMPSITE. Just hanging out, eating the trees. Two bulls and a momma and her baby. Pretty wicked. The mountains out here look unreal, like on the ends of movies circa 1965, with the scene painted on the background, or maybe even like the Sound of Music. It reminds me of the wrapper on the York Peppermint Patty, and maybe of Klondike bar commercials too.
Today we were in Yellowstone, and it wasn't quite as nice as our canyon campground, and it was WAY too touristy. We did a Yellowstone effect experiment and stopped to point up at the side of a mountain. Four cars stopped, some people got out, and one guy brought out the heavy artillery with a high-powered telescope. Booyah. We hiked around the hot springs for a while, they were super hot and smelled like bad egg salad sandwiches, but it was still pretty neat.
So tomorrow we're going to find a nice place to lay and read, me in the sun, Whitey McPaleFace in the shade with spf60 slathered all over himself. Nice rest and relaxation.
Gonna open up my comments section for you to leave comments...if I'm not online soon I'll ask Crystal to pretty please with splenda on top check and see if anything's new and exciting so I don't miss something again! :)
I miss all my fans,
Ashley
Monday, June 16, 2008
She needs wide open spaces...
Hey guys! I'm in Crookston, Minnesota, just at the very edge of Big Sky Country, it seems.. I love the big sky. I didn't think I'd like it at all, I thought I would be afraid to be so open and uncovered and vulnerable, but I absolutely adore it. May move here one day.
So, here's the skinny!
We left late on Monday, and stayed in Woodland, PA, which is on the western side of Phillipsburg along Rt. 322. Very cute for a first campsite. Not eventful though. I did find out that the pen needles I have are one time use, and so 18 of them is not gonna be enough. I have someone mailing them to me in North Dakota, can I get a rock on.
We left early, had Arby's breakfast: Who knew Arby's had a breakfast? Not I! We set off through Ohio, which is a super-lame area to be in, in just about all of it. We even had lunch from a Big Boy like in Austin Powers, also lame, in a particularly lame park in Northwood, Ohio. We spent our second night in Metamora-Hadley State Park, lakefront campsite, next to a rather creepy staring older gentleman. Michigan's accent was particularly irritating.
The next day we headed north, and lunched at Tawas Point, which is along Lake Huron in Michigan. They have a lighthouse! It was so pretty. It was there that I found that ziploc does not lock, and my insulin bag was just...mostly water. All the labels have soaked off the boxes. If anyone has advice for getting into Canada, I'd LOVE to hear it. But the beach was beautiful, windy and cold.
Then we spent the night in Hartwick Pines State forest which was awesome, Michigan's oldest growth pines. Whoo they were big, but not as big as Ricketts Glen.
We spent the next night in Tahquamenon State Park, home of most of the world's mosquitoes. Didn't love it. And it stormed so bad that night that the cooler tipped, and the tent almost blew away.
Then we went to Mackinac Island, which is all cute and nice, no cars allowed, only bikes and horses and feet. Very quaint. You should go.
We went up through Grand Marais and it was reminiscent of the movie Wrong Turn, we thought we might be murdered by hillbillies. So we went through there and into Pictured Rocks National Park, and it was pretty, awesome dunes and a lighthouse as well, but also the home of the worlds feistiest blackflies, so we left there.
Now I'm getting fuzzy on the details already but we also stayed in Laura Lake, Wisconsin, and then Eckbeck, Minnesota. Eckbeck was funny! There was a guy who helped us inflate the air mattress, who, with his adorable Minnesouda accent, saw my diabetes bracelet and said, "Oh, I see ya got the diabetes there, do ya." I said, yeah, (thought it was kinda weird) and then he said "Oh yah, me too, I got it when I was fourteen." "Oh yeah? Awesome! I got it when I was six." "Oh yah, I betcha it musta been better that way."
He was adorable. Ummm....next we went to the split rock lighthouse and goose berry falls in Michigan and then went to Bass Lake to spend the night. LOVED Bass Lake! We saw two bald eagles, one black bear cub (scary, where's your momma?) and loons all over the place. Loud ones!
Anyways, I gotta sign off cause I need to update the fam.
U betcha!
Ashley
So, here's the skinny!
We left late on Monday, and stayed in Woodland, PA, which is on the western side of Phillipsburg along Rt. 322. Very cute for a first campsite. Not eventful though. I did find out that the pen needles I have are one time use, and so 18 of them is not gonna be enough. I have someone mailing them to me in North Dakota, can I get a rock on.
We left early, had Arby's breakfast: Who knew Arby's had a breakfast? Not I! We set off through Ohio, which is a super-lame area to be in, in just about all of it. We even had lunch from a Big Boy like in Austin Powers, also lame, in a particularly lame park in Northwood, Ohio. We spent our second night in Metamora-Hadley State Park, lakefront campsite, next to a rather creepy staring older gentleman. Michigan's accent was particularly irritating.
The next day we headed north, and lunched at Tawas Point, which is along Lake Huron in Michigan. They have a lighthouse! It was so pretty. It was there that I found that ziploc does not lock, and my insulin bag was just...mostly water. All the labels have soaked off the boxes. If anyone has advice for getting into Canada, I'd LOVE to hear it. But the beach was beautiful, windy and cold.
Then we spent the night in Hartwick Pines State forest which was awesome, Michigan's oldest growth pines. Whoo they were big, but not as big as Ricketts Glen.
We spent the next night in Tahquamenon State Park, home of most of the world's mosquitoes. Didn't love it. And it stormed so bad that night that the cooler tipped, and the tent almost blew away.
Then we went to Mackinac Island, which is all cute and nice, no cars allowed, only bikes and horses and feet. Very quaint. You should go.
We went up through Grand Marais and it was reminiscent of the movie Wrong Turn, we thought we might be murdered by hillbillies. So we went through there and into Pictured Rocks National Park, and it was pretty, awesome dunes and a lighthouse as well, but also the home of the worlds feistiest blackflies, so we left there.
Now I'm getting fuzzy on the details already but we also stayed in Laura Lake, Wisconsin, and then Eckbeck, Minnesota. Eckbeck was funny! There was a guy who helped us inflate the air mattress, who, with his adorable Minnesouda accent, saw my diabetes bracelet and said, "Oh, I see ya got the diabetes there, do ya." I said, yeah, (thought it was kinda weird) and then he said "Oh yah, me too, I got it when I was fourteen." "Oh yeah? Awesome! I got it when I was six." "Oh yah, I betcha it musta been better that way."
He was adorable. Ummm....next we went to the split rock lighthouse and goose berry falls in Michigan and then went to Bass Lake to spend the night. LOVED Bass Lake! We saw two bald eagles, one black bear cub (scary, where's your momma?) and loons all over the place. Loud ones!
Anyways, I gotta sign off cause I need to update the fam.
U betcha!
Ashley
Sunday, June 8, 2008
My bags are packed, I'm ready to go...
Well guys, I'm outta here in a little more than 12 hours! Troy's getting the car packed up, meeting me here in the morning. We're meeting up with my grandparents and then heading out to Whistlepig's bar to have lunch with Dani and Roger, and then we have liftoff.
I'm not 100% sure about the route yet, we may or may not be in New York, so Crystal we might have to save meeting up until another trip. I'll call/text you tomorrow for sure. I'm going to try to post on Flickr again as often as possible, and that's located under Evidence of Pancreas Abuse on the links to the right.
My family have compiled a list of their e-mails and things I need to see for them on my trip. My favorite uncle David told me about a thing he saw on the news, a big glass walkway over the Grand Canyon put in by an Indian reservation, where you can just walk out over the canyon and look down. So I've been commissioned to get him a picture of that. I also need to go to Bend, Oregon and see about the minor league baseball teams.
I'm gonna try to keep yall updated! We're going to tour the nation's Panera Breads so that we can have internet access.
We'll talk soon!
Be well, do good deeds, and keep in touch,
Ashley
I'm not 100% sure about the route yet, we may or may not be in New York, so Crystal we might have to save meeting up until another trip. I'll call/text you tomorrow for sure. I'm going to try to post on Flickr again as often as possible, and that's located under Evidence of Pancreas Abuse on the links to the right.
My family have compiled a list of their e-mails and things I need to see for them on my trip. My favorite uncle David told me about a thing he saw on the news, a big glass walkway over the Grand Canyon put in by an Indian reservation, where you can just walk out over the canyon and look down. So I've been commissioned to get him a picture of that. I also need to go to Bend, Oregon and see about the minor league baseball teams.
I'm gonna try to keep yall updated! We're going to tour the nation's Panera Breads so that we can have internet access.
We'll talk soon!
Be well, do good deeds, and keep in touch,
Ashley
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Glory, Glory How Peculiar!
*wild applause, cheering*
Wish I had Carson Daly or Daisy Fuentes here with me to narrate Snackrifices' Best Week Ever!
Even without them, I can give you the play by play of my week. It was baaaad.
Monday was Memorial Day. We had the whole family there, as I told you all, and it was every man for himself. A Civil War re-enactment, but vicious. Ground Zero out there in my mom's yard. Big Sis was handling gram by pretending to be a WalMart employee hiding from customers. My uncle got into a fistfight with my dad over the hamburgers. The real cheese and the fake cheese got mixed up. And Bruno ate an entire tray of deviled eggs. He had the roughest day out of everyone. You never saw such a miserable pup.
Tuesday I worked from 6 am until 2. That wasn't bad. I'm systematically making them think I am worthless at my job by miscounting everything. I've also given extremely wrong change to three customers so far. They won't miss me so much when I quit this week.
Wednesday I worked again, and continued the game plan. At home, having not eaten anything all day because I was busy, I went up the stairs and didn't make it to the top, I fell back down. I ate some smarties, sat down to watch reruns of the angel show, and when I stood up I passed out, briefly. I woke up and the commercials were still on, but I figured I'd go find my dad and inform him. My knees buckled midsentence and I fell in the garage. Not unconscious, but I was loopy enough for my dad to pour me into a bucket and take to the hospital. I spent the afternoon/evening in the ER. That was absolutely awesome. Not that I haven't been lower, I clocked in at 46 in the hospital. But the falling down I was not completely in love with. I'm covered with stupid bruises.
Thursday I was off, and I spent the day laying in the sun. Sugars all over the place. Some in the 50s, some over 300. Anybody's guess.
Friday during the day I took my mom to her friend's house to leave for their trip to the beach, and weeded and watered her flowers. Maybe a nice thing to come back to? I worked night turn, from 10-6, and it wasn't hard, just tedious, and I once again counted everything wrong. I sold 6 or 7 lottery tickets to the same Amish guy at 2 am, and he won about $50. On his way out the door he said, "This never happened." Funny! (PS: For those who aren't familiar with plain people, lottery counts as gambling, and gambling is a sin equal to premarital sex).
Saturday, when I woke up at 2 pm, I saw Lil Bro out mowing the yard, and I was confused from working overnight, and I asked dad, "Did school let out early today?" He said, "Yup." I asked, "Why? The last day of school is next week, not this week, right?" He said, "Ashley. Bring it together here. It's Saturday." And I had another irritatingly low day today, nothing over 100.
Damn pancreas. Always up in my bidness.
Ken moment:
I ran into Ken at the Weis a little while back and he was there getting Tylenol Arthritis, which he felt that he needed to qualify to me, why he's buying it. He said he was having some trouble with his cartridges and tenyons hurting when he walks.
Cartilage and tendons, he meant.
You've been reading Snackrifices' Best Week Ever!
Why you cryin'?
Ashley
Wish I had Carson Daly or Daisy Fuentes here with me to narrate Snackrifices' Best Week Ever!
Even without them, I can give you the play by play of my week. It was baaaad.
Monday was Memorial Day. We had the whole family there, as I told you all, and it was every man for himself. A Civil War re-enactment, but vicious. Ground Zero out there in my mom's yard. Big Sis was handling gram by pretending to be a WalMart employee hiding from customers. My uncle got into a fistfight with my dad over the hamburgers. The real cheese and the fake cheese got mixed up. And Bruno ate an entire tray of deviled eggs. He had the roughest day out of everyone. You never saw such a miserable pup.
Tuesday I worked from 6 am until 2. That wasn't bad. I'm systematically making them think I am worthless at my job by miscounting everything. I've also given extremely wrong change to three customers so far. They won't miss me so much when I quit this week.
Wednesday I worked again, and continued the game plan. At home, having not eaten anything all day because I was busy, I went up the stairs and didn't make it to the top, I fell back down. I ate some smarties, sat down to watch reruns of the angel show, and when I stood up I passed out, briefly. I woke up and the commercials were still on, but I figured I'd go find my dad and inform him. My knees buckled midsentence and I fell in the garage. Not unconscious, but I was loopy enough for my dad to pour me into a bucket and take to the hospital. I spent the afternoon/evening in the ER. That was absolutely awesome. Not that I haven't been lower, I clocked in at 46 in the hospital. But the falling down I was not completely in love with. I'm covered with stupid bruises.
Thursday I was off, and I spent the day laying in the sun. Sugars all over the place. Some in the 50s, some over 300. Anybody's guess.
Friday during the day I took my mom to her friend's house to leave for their trip to the beach, and weeded and watered her flowers. Maybe a nice thing to come back to? I worked night turn, from 10-6, and it wasn't hard, just tedious, and I once again counted everything wrong. I sold 6 or 7 lottery tickets to the same Amish guy at 2 am, and he won about $50. On his way out the door he said, "This never happened." Funny! (PS: For those who aren't familiar with plain people, lottery counts as gambling, and gambling is a sin equal to premarital sex).
Saturday, when I woke up at 2 pm, I saw Lil Bro out mowing the yard, and I was confused from working overnight, and I asked dad, "Did school let out early today?" He said, "Yup." I asked, "Why? The last day of school is next week, not this week, right?" He said, "Ashley. Bring it together here. It's Saturday." And I had another irritatingly low day today, nothing over 100.
Damn pancreas. Always up in my bidness.
Ken moment:
I ran into Ken at the Weis a little while back and he was there getting Tylenol Arthritis, which he felt that he needed to qualify to me, why he's buying it. He said he was having some trouble with his cartridges and tenyons hurting when he walks.
Cartilage and tendons, he meant.
You've been reading Snackrifices' Best Week Ever!
Why you cryin'?
Ashley
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