i said it.

I moved.

Hey. Not sure who used to read this, but if you personally know me send me an e-mail because I actually started a’ writin’ somewhere else. And I shall give you the url. (get excited). 

Friday

…that special time when a client still hasn’t got back to you to approve something and you were supposed to leave an hour ago.

Back at ya.

Someone on Pinterest pinned something that said something along the lines of when someone is in your dreams it’s because that person misses you.

I’ve dreamed about my late Grandpa a lot this week. I miss you too Gpa!!!! Xoxo

I hate when work-related calls come in and they say “sorry to bother you on a Saturday but….” then they ask/say something that could clearly wait. If you were truly sorry you wouldn’t have called in the first place.

poodledoodle

Took ol’ Ruby to the groomer today. Instead of looking her usual self of about 80% golden and 20% poodle she looks more like a poodle now. fluffy furry dog-fro on top. what is that about? Oh well. It will grow moppy next week- this too shall pass. 

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

Jumping on the memory lane train….

I was a freshman in college at Ball State University in Muncie Indiana. I had only been at BSU for about a month at the time- but it seemed like longer since I had quickly formed strong lifelong friendships already. The dorms I was In (Lafollette, Brayton/Clevenger,  7th floor) were old and kind of nasty. But we had SO much fun. All of the freshman were in ther. The first 4 floors were guys, and the top 4 floors were girls.

Tuesdays and Thursdays were my favorite days. I had an early morning English class and then no classes until my PE class at 6:30 p.m. I woke up roughly 15 minutes before class and went in my PJ’s because well- my English class was in the basement of my dorm so I didn’t even have to go outside. I just brushed my teeth and got my mascara goop out of the corners of my eyes and if my classmates were lucky- I spritzed on some Gap Dream Body Spray that day.

Right before I was about to go downstairs, another friend who had an early class met me in the hallway on the way to the bathrooms. She said her mom called and told me to turn on the news. Holy balls. Is this really happening? I didn’t really want to miss class (although I had many times before) because I wanted to get some scoop on it from a professor.

I went to class and it was the eeriest thing. Everyoen sat there quietly. Nobody was checking e-mails or anything. We just sat. Silence. our professor cam ein the room.

He was an older stout guy. He could hardly speak. He had been crying. He got one sentence out about what had happened before he broke down in tears once again. He knew many good friends and family members that worked at the World Trade Center. After a few minutes he said the he couldn’t teach today and that ‘class was dismissed’. We all sat there still. Nobody moved. He said ‘seriously- please leave’ and we all got up and left without saying a word.

Everyone spent the remainder of the day gathered in my dorm room watching the news. Not sure why everyone always sat in our room- it was never clean. But It was closest to the bathrooms and elevator so maybe it was convenience.

It’s a college campus so of course there were crazy things going on. Protests on war. People preaching love and not hate. Other people saying we should go bomb ‘them’ but nobody really knew who, yet.

Then there was a gas craze. Where everyone thought it was going to run out. Long lines EVERY where. I wasn’t really too worried since I didn’t have a car; however I did call my dad and asked how I’d get home again if gas ran out. He assured me that people were being nutty and gas was not going to run out (i love that Dad is always right). I was pretty nervous i wouldn’t see them for awhile though. My way home was my sister- and she honestly was probably still sleeping and had no idea what was even happening :)

Later that evening we went to a candle light vigil with students where we all prayed for everyone and everything.

It’s weird that some young people don’t remember much about it. I guess this is something we’ll all tell our grandkids one day. Much like my grandparents told me about where they were in historical events. I also remember where I was when they captured Saddam Hussein and Bin Ladin. I was actually just waking up all 3 times. Why does this stuff always happen in the morning?

While that specific September 11 day was quite memorable- I think one of the most memorable parts of it was talking about it with my late Grandpa Wilson. Whenever I came home from college I would go see my Grandma and Grandma. One time later that year they had gone to Pennsylvania (we have family there) and stopped by the site where the heroes took over and crashed the plane instead of letting it hit somewhere else. He was telling me about it and cried a little and had to wipe his eyes. I think he was proud, scared and sad all at the same time. So was I.

On Making Nice.

You know how when you were younger and fighting with your brother(s)/sister(s) your mom would say “I don’t care who did what- don’t come out of this room until you two can get along!”

Well government- The above picture is my mother speaking. And she will make you eat soap (I know- I’ve had some before) so just go and fix this shit (sorry, mom) stuff, will you?

Job shadowing…

Not really sure how I got this old.

I mean, I sometimes get asked if I’m a summer intern. If we’re at lunch with co-workers and we sit in the bar area, I’ve been asked by our server to see my I.D…. when I didn’t even order a cocktail. However, somehow, I just said my farewells to my 3rd intern, and I just had my first job shadow….

and WHEW. It was a relief. Apparently at her last job shadow, the guy sat a seat behind his and he worked for 8 hours while she watched. So I was determined not to bring this potential student into the BSU college of education to become a teacher. (not that there is anything wrong with teachers- but I would just feel bad if I was so boring i changed her entire career goals). Anyhow- it turned out pretty decent. 

I had a product shot I wasn’t able to get to in the studio so I told our photographer to bring his camera in on that day. So we spent a couple hours in the morning setting up lighting for the shoot and I let her style some of the photos and play around with that. Then I had her take what we shot and build an ad for it. That took her a good portion of the day- especially since she doesn’t really know the programs. Then when she was done, I showed her how to make a logo using her name and let her toy around with that. 

Her mom said she’s still interested in attending BSU for their graphic design, and she siad she wasn’t bored and was even a bit more jazzed about it. SCORE. Ashlie win. 

Social Media is easy…

but it shouldn’t be used as a way for people to become socially lazy. 

Whatever happened to a phone call or a freaking card? OR even a visit?

Today on facebook I saw that one of my “friends” (aka someone who I probably had at my 8-yr-old birthday party but haven’t talked to since HS 10 years ago) had went from married to single and had a few statuses written about her heartbreak and children and things. I was genuinely sad for her. 

However. I scrolled down and someone had written “If you need me I’m here. If you want to talk e-mail me- I’m here.” 

Wow. Thanks for the heartfelt help and the offer to respond to a freaking e-mail. An E-mail? Not even a phone call? Or a ‘lets go grab a cocktail’? 

I know if that were my best friend, the only e-mailing I would be doing was a forward of my flight itinerary so she could pick me up at the airport. The only call would be “The plane just landed. See you after I grab my bags.” 

Social media is great for many things…. consoling a friend going through a divorce however, is an epic social media fail. 

weird.

A student is coming in to job shadow me for the day tomorrow. It’s the daughter of a co-worker who wants to be a designer. I hope I don’t bore her so much she decided to become a nurse or something… I’m kind of nervous about it.

Needless to day, I won’t be on facebook, tumblr or google chat that much tomorrow. :)

Just livin’ the dream.

I am just so in love with my husband. I’m a lucky girl.

(I know I know…. puke. but it’s my blog and I can write what I want to :))