Inspiration

So my friend Meagan inspired me to post about the dreams I’ve had… My dreams are not pregnancy dreams but here it goes anyway:

When I come to town (Fayetteville) Meagan, Mandy and I usually try to get together for dinner, one of our favorite places to go is a Chinese buffet in Fayetteville that had the BEST soft serve ice cream I have EVER had, this is where my first dream picks up…

Mandy, Meagan, and I along with our husbands were at the restaurant, and we were eating having a great time when I decided it was time for Ice cream. I go up to the counter to get ice cream and find out they are now charging $1.79 per cone, and there is a concrete barricade blocking the customers from getting to it … I return to the table with the news and everyone springs into action, Chris and Chance are using chairs to ram the barricade, Meagan is yelling at the top of her lungs what an “outrage this is” I am yelling “Charge” to Chance and Chris, and Daniel is consoling a pregnant Mandy because now she is crying uncontrollably. And then I woke up!

I called the girls the next day and we all had a great laugh!!

I have had another dream that involves Meagan and Mandy saying “Burn” and “Oh Snap” to a comment I made but to protect the guilty I will not share that dream, for those that have heard the story you can now laugh out loud! J

A different inspiration story…

My other friend Megan (different spelling) she has lost a lot of weight and has worked so hard to achieve, maintain and continue her weight loss. She is my inspiration and is now helping me on my weight loss journey since I have gained back all of my pre weight watcher/wedding weight… what is the saying fat and happy? Well I guess Chance and I are the happiest people ever because since getting married I have packed on the pounds! But I am actively watching what I eat and limiting my portions, I’m even getting back into an exercise routine!! Megan is my inspiration and my helper (from an hour away)!! Thanks Megan… I appreciate you!

Good night from Berryville…

Ashley

A collection of thoughts

I don’t think I will ever learn… I put trust in people and they end up stabbing me in the back. I was recently told by someone that they thought that I didn’t like them; I don’t understand this comment because I try to be nice to everyone. I was always taught that if I didn’t have anything nice to say that I shouldn’t say anything at all… I try to practice this everyday and maybe some people take it as me being a witch but that is simply not the case. There are a few people that I admit I will not acknowledge if I meet them in the street, it may not be the Christian thing to do but I am constantly praying and asking God for guidance in those situations.

Tonight as I sit here surfing on Facebook I noticed a post by what used to be a very dear friend… She’s getting married Saturday and I am so happy for her. She was in my wedding and I have known her since I was 5, will I be at her wedding you ask? No I won’t be… you see I didn’t get an invitation. Why? I don’t know the reasoning really but after my wedding she stopped talking to me, I guess the phone and email works both ways but I feel I tried, maybe not fully to the best of my ability but I did try. I miss her dearly and wish her the most happiness in the world and I just hope that someday we can get our friendship back. I know she will make a beautiful bride and I can’t wait to see the pictures.

Sometimes I wonder how people can be malicious and mean to people they have never met, not that it is justified but is it easier to be mean to people you don’t know? I ask you this how do you act malicious and horribly mean to your family? People do it everyday… there are families everywhere that never speak or are mad at each other and wont admit they are wrong. Pride is such a heavy word and I feel sorry for those carrying it around.

Food For Thought...

This is an older story that I've told before but it is such a good one it derserves to be re-told!! Enjoy!

I decided for our Sugar Bowl watch party that I would order a “Big Sandwich” from Wal-Mart which is nothing new to me because I used to order them all the time (for work)! I decided that a 6 foot would be too much for the 6 adults and 4 children (2 that eat big people food) coming to our watch party, so I just ordered a 4 foot sub. I wanted it pre sliced and I wanted the condiments on the side. So Tuesday I went to pick it up, I walk up to the counter and ask for my sandwich, the gentleman asks me “Do you have a cart?” I was a bit confused by the question because I don’t know why you wouldn’t get a cart to pick up a “Big Sandwich” but I answered “Yes”. “Ok good” he says “you’re gonna need it, let me go get your condiments”. He comes back with 3 large deli containers 1 full of onions, 2 full of tomatoes, and 2 bags of whole head romaine lettuce. Now I am a little more confused because normally they are on a tray all nicely arranged… Not so much at Berryville Wal-Mart. So then he says “you will have to follow me to the other cooler to get the sandwich”. I’m thinking, man they do things different here in Berryville! So I follow him to the large doors between the lunch meat and cheese coolers, I wait outside the open doors and he disappears in there, after about 5 min I see him appear from around the corner with the biggest sandwich I have ever seen in my entire life. It is all of 8 feet and I am not exaggerating. So I look at him and I look at this GIANT sandwich and I say “that is not what I ordered” and he replies “yes it is you ordered a 4 foot sub, see 1-2-3-4” (as he counts the actual sandwiches) and I reply “No that’s 2-4-6-8” (as I count the actual sandwiches) and he looks at them and he says “Oh you’re right”. So here I am standing in the Deli of Wal-Mart with an 8ft sandwich. Not two 4 foot sandwiches, not a 6 foot and a 2 foot, but an ACTUAL 8 foot sandwich. The things that are going through my mind are: Will they charge me for two 4ft sandwiches? How the heck am I going to get this to the check out? And how the heck am I going to get this into my car? I end up calling Chance back there to help me because at this point I have no idea what to do.  Chance gets back there and of course he knows the guy (he knows every person in this town) and they decide that we are going to take the cardboard pieces apart and make two 4 foot sections, and we are only getting charged the $20 for one 4ft sub. We made it to check out and it fit nicely in my car! We did however send some sandwich home with our guests.

I am adding this to the list of Crazy things that have happened to me since moving here one year ago, I can’t wait to see what the future holds!

A little extra food for thought, I wonder what I would have gotten had I ordered a 6 foot sandwich?

Crazy Visitor...

So this evening I had a visitor at my front door… Like I normally do I corralled the dogs, put them away and answered the door. There is a strange man standing on my front steps looking at the sky at the “clouds”. He approached the door and I keep it partially closed thinking ‘I wish I had kept one of the dogs out.’ So he starts telling me about the cleaning supplies that he is selling, it will take “everything out of anything” he starts a demo with a towel and a sharpie… then hands me the bottle to look at. He then takes the spray bottle that he is using for the demo and tells me that it is safe for kids and animals, he proceeds to taste it and then asks me to smell it. I said “no I’m not smelling it” (the first thing that comes to my mind is ‘he has something in this bottle that will knock me out’). I was getting tired of his talking and I was getting a really bad feeling about this guy. So I told him that I didn’t want anything, that I needed to go (I could hear the dogs barking) I told him that I needed to go get my dogs, he responds “what does your dogs have to do with cleaning supplies” I was like “well everything but that is none of your business”… he got rude and I shut and locked the door! It was a super scary situation and I was shaking after I shut the door! From now on I am answering the door with Max next to me! If you live in Berryville and you are reading this DO NOT ANSWER THE DOOR FOR THE CLEANER SALESMAN!!!

Shhh… He’s sleeping!!

Do you ever notice when you try to be quiet you end up being louder than if you didn’t TRY to be quiet in the first place… Well it happens to me ALL the time! In the mornings Chance is still sleeping when I wake up, so usually Mason hears the alarm and is whining by my second snooze. I get up, still in a sleepy state, and I say mean things to Mason because he has interrupted my snoozing, I won’t repeat what I say because you will judge me harshly and think I am a terrible person! But I get up and as I’m leaving the bedroom I usually try to close the door quietly (like the alarm, a whining dog, and me expressing my hatred toward the whining dog does not wake up the sleeping man) but closing the door quietly never works… ever! I think I have a depth perception problem, I always pull the door too far and it slams. I also try to turn the knob so the latch doesn’t click, but I always let go too early! I fail miserably at this. Let’s take last night as an example; Chance was super tired from fishing ALL day and getting up WAY before dawn to get the right spot at the river. So he went to bed at 9:00, I followed at 10:00. I gather the dogs up and head to the bedroom I can hear him breathing deep, so that means he’s in a deep sleep. So I turn the hall light out and open the bedroom door very slowly, I make sure the dogs are in the room and shut the door behind me just as slowly as I opened it. I start off across the bedroom to the bathroom, I am walking very slowly because Mason is notorious for getting under my feet, and suddenly I came to an abrupt halt … I have hit my face on something… OH MY GOSH… it’s my closet door… At this point I’m trying not to start laughing because that will wake up the deeply sleeping man, so I start to close the closet door and something is in the way so I push a little harder and it gives and I get it shut. Now keep in mind that my closet doors to not latch, so now I can hear something in the closet… the hangers are rattling and something is moving around, I realize that I have shut one of the dogs in the closet and he is frantically trying to get out (which he manages to do)! By this point I can no longer hold in my laughter and I am giggling, I finally make it to the bathroom door and I get the light on and get the door shut when I hear Chance, OH CRAP I WOKE HIM UP!! So I open the door and he asks what’s going on and I am trying to tell him in between laughter and tears (guess that’s what happens when you try to hold in laughter) He then says groggily “I don’t understand” I tell him to go back to sleep and I will tell him in the morning! When he got up this morning he didn’t remember what happened so I got to tell him the story and we laughed together about it! So I wonder if I will ever be able to be quiet when people are sleeping… maybe if I don’t try to be quiet it could work… One can only hope!