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Thursday, June 17, 2010

The number one man in my life


So, there's this thing I kind of love doing. I thoroughly enjoy showing up at my parent's house at random moments to surprise my Dad. I live about 4 hours away from my parents, so any chance I get to go home, it's really awesome. I've done it once before, for Mardi Gras break. The first time it happened, I even called my Dad on the way and described my plans to go to New Orleans for the few days I had off. His reaction was so priceless. When I finally got there, my Dad was taking a nap. I went into his room and gave him a hug. He did the best double take and got so excited. It was so cute!


Well, the reason I'm telling you all of this is because I was planning to do this same thing for Father's Day this weekend. I was really excited about it, but I realized the other day that I was scheduled to work Friday, so I wouldn't be able to leave until 5. I decided that I wanted to be able to stay for a longer time whenever I was able to go see them, so I'm rainchecking this weekend.

I wanted to write this blog for my wonderful Dad, since I wasn't able to write a card to him in time.

My Dad is a one of a kind type of guy. Family means everything to him. He would do anything for my brothers and I and that's one of the things I love most about him. He has the biggest heart and can make friends with anyone, I'm sure of it. When I am stressed and freaking out about whatever is going on in my life, my Dad can always make me feel better by telling me that no matter what happens, he loves me.

I've written about this before but the thing I love most about my Dad is that, even when I feel the worst about myself , my Dad always tells me that I'm beautiful. One memory sticks out in my mind above any other. This year, one of my guy friends hurt my feelings really bad. I'd been working on feeling more comfortable in my own skin without makeup. There was this one day when I didn't wear makeup and this friend in particular pointed it out in a rather negative way. He didn't mean it, of course, but it made feel pretty crappy for the rest of that day. Throughout the day, I remembered all of the times when I wasn't wearing makeup and my hair was a mess when my Dad would tell me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Our relationship has grown a lot since I came to college and I love that. He is a huge rock in my life and I owe a lot to him for making me the person I am today.

I love you, Dad. Thank you so much for everything.

Your Favorite Child ;)
Ashley

(The picture is of my Dad and my niece, Jolie)

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

My random thoughts about Love and God.

So yeah, you all probably know all of this, but I was thinking about this the other day in class (I know...me? Not paying attention in class? Unheard of!)


Here goes...

Ground breaking stuff, I kid you not...

If God=Love, Love=God.

Yeah...I know.

Let me explain, if you would. (If not, you can get off my blog...foo) So, in the Big Book of Flossy Bawesomeness (aka The Holy Bible) it says "God is Love." No big shock, it's said that for a few thousand years, no bigs. But I was thinking about this. Can there be love without God? I mean...there ARE relationships that aren't God centered. Are they really "in love"? Also, who am I to say they aren't really "in love"? I have no idea. I can't say they aren't really in love, but I kinda want to know if there can be love without God. Also, is there a difference between what the secular world knows as "love" and the (BIG) Love described in the Bible? Please share your thoughts, they are appreciated!

All I know is, if God=Love, I want God in my relationship. That's just how I roll. Ya dig?

xoxo

Me.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Dude...


The people in my apartment complex must wanna die.


So yesterday, I'm doing laundry, making no trouble. I wash my clothes, no problem. When I go to dry them however, BIG problems. So ALL of the dryers in the laundry room are full of dry clothes...

I'm thinking, "Psh. No big deal. I'll just come back in 15 minutes and SURELY the clothes will be taken out by their respective owner."

I come back 15 minutes later....the clothes are still there. Still, not freaking out, "I'll just wait another 15 minutes and the dryers will be free."

I come back, still there. I'm getting a little testy at this point. What the heck, man? Do they think they're the only ones with dirty laundry? Psh, no, fools. So I decide to wait 30 minutes this time.

I come back 30 whole freaking minutes later and the clothes are, of course, STILL FLIPPING THERE. Now I'm very angry. I was all flailing my arms and slamming dryer doors like nobody's bizznizz. THEN I get the bright idea to simply take the person's laundry out of the dryer and place it on the folding table. I felt a little weird doing this, but I was a desperate woman by this point, please don't judge me.

The whole thing was very dramatic.

xoxoDeux