The Bane of My Existence

Ugh road construction! Will it ever end? I think its trying to ruin my life. Everywhere I drive there are lane closures, full road closures, and men/women telling me to slow down. Hey I spent a year driving the Hana Highway. I am used to tight lanes and almost crashing a million times. I wish I could boycot driving until its over but then I would have to give up shopping and eating out. So I switch between fits of road rage and shaking my angry fists at the gods of road construction.

xoxo,
Ash

On the Verge....

I am currently on the verge of ending up on the ground in a sobbing heap.

                                                                       
The reason you may ask? Presley sailed away to Hawaii yet again. You would think I would get used to it. Before I was married it was a double edged sword because I really needed a break. Now that I have my hubby I don't need a break. I just need my Pretzleface.

To top this week off its an ON week with the kids so I am being forced to function when all I want to do it check out and eat a gallon of Ben & Jerry's. I feel there are few problems Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby can't solve.

I did check out last night and I went shopping. Alan is taking the kids again tonight so I can breath. Or not breath if I chose.

Here's to bad days, crying, functioning (or refusing to function), and Ben & Jerry's.

xoxo,
Ash

I'm Back...

After over a year of not blogging I have decided I need it in my life. It makes me use my words, which I mostly like to internalize. I am a private person needless to say. I also needed a new blog to go with my new life. 


I have been thinking about where I was last year at this time and how much has changed. It feels as though I have always been married to Alan. We click. He gets me. Well most of the time. He also makes me use my words. :) I'd like to say I am not much of a talker but that would be a lie. I love to talk. What I don't like to talk about is my needs. Which I know is absurd. So he baby steps me through things a lot. And he hears the words "I don't want to talk about that" probably to often. He is a good sport and he is very sweet. 


I decided I am going to make myself use my words via the internet. So there it is. I'm back.


xoxo,
Ash