<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155</id><updated>2011-08-02T11:51:58.319-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Decorating'/><category term='running'/><category term='Marilyn Monroe'/><category term='Dorothy Dandrige'/><title type='text'>It's just me...being me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-7175117660085158494</id><published>2010-10-22T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:34:24.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I've missed you, old friend...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I forget how much I like to blog.  I was a big diary kid in my day.  In high school, I graduated to prettier, more "sophisticated" journals with spiral binding.  I even had a short rendezvous with an audio journal a la Kerri Russell in "Felicity."  I've realized that sometimes I get so busy that I forget to do things that I like.  Like blogging.  Or cooking.  Or studying foreign languages (lol yes, I'm a dork, but I like what I like!).  Lately I've been making more time for things that are important in my life.  I think this is the busiest I've been in a looooong time.  Probably since I was teaching preschool full time, nannying part time, and going to school full time too...clearly I had a death wish in those day...but now I'm busy doing things I love.  Yes it sucks getting up at 5 am to get to a sunrise yoga class, but it is sooo worth it.  Yes I use more gas now in a week than I typically would in almost 2 weeks, but driving out to Silver Spring to build Ikea furniture or watch Bad Girls Club while eating Chipotle with one of my closest friends is worth every ozone depleting emission.  I always had this thought that there would be some huge catalyst that made me change my approach to life.  But instead, one night I was twisting my hair and I thought to myself, I'm tired of bullshit.  I'm tired of not being happy or having fun or seeing my friends.  Fast forward a month or so and here I am.  Schedule packed to the brim with early morning yoga, standing taco dates, pole dancing, and learning the Colesville area like the back of my hand :)  Not to mention I still work 10 hours a day lol.  On a good night I get about 6 or 7 hours of sleep.  Sometimes on "movie night" I get 3.  And I couldn't be happier.  I love that my life is filled with positive people, positive activities, and positive changes.  I suspect that some people in my life have been wondering why we haven't seen/talked to each other lately.  I guess its all part of growing up, but if you're not adding anything to my life, the only thing left to do is subtract you.  Lol that was corny, but very much how I feel these days.  But anyway, the whole point of this is that blogging is going to be something I make time for now.  Hopefully someone out there on the giant interweb will enjoy my posts, but if not, at least I'll be able to look back one day and see what the heck I was doing at this time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-7175117660085158494?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7175117660085158494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=7175117660085158494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7175117660085158494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7175117660085158494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-missed-you-old-friend.html' title='I&apos;ve missed you, old friend...'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-7885559219495593847</id><published>2010-04-16T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:07:21.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Drink Like  a Girl?</title><content type='html'>Okay so I know I haven't' blogged in about 3600 years, but hey, that's how life goes sometimes, right?  I keep making these grandiose plans to break back into it, but something comes up every time.  Until today.  When I received this text message that made me compelled to blog a bit so I could get this off my chest.  I went out last weekend with a friend and we met a few different people.  Honestly I didn't remember too much about this guy (anyone who ever goes out with me knows I never remember much of anything), but I answered when he text me anyway.  Then he sent me a picture and I remembered why I gave him my number in the first place.  He was cuuuuuute.  We exchanged a few typical "hey what's up" and it was fine.  Until today.  I asked what he was doing (this was circa 2:00 pm).  He replied that he was watching a movie at his "manz" house and "blazing tree."  Okay sir, I don't really know you like that, so why are you telling me that you're smoking?  But of course, Ashleigh always tries to give people the benefit of the doubt, not to mention I've realized that a crapload of people smoke weed, so hey, I'm trying not to judge here.  What did get a little judgement is that you're smoking weed and watching movies during the day.  Why aren't you at work?  So the getting to know you texts continue (I don't really mind the texting, I was at work anyway) and he asks where I'm from.  I tell him Orange County and his response is "lol can I barrow (sic) 5 dollars?" No one is LoLing except you apparently.  So now I choose not to respond.  This is followed by a "I bet you get that a lot huh?"  Oh yes, I get completely strangers asking me to borrow money all the time...NOT.  So I tell him no, not really.  His response is what prompted me to write this post.  I will keep all spelling/grammar/punctuation as is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow well im not tha dishonest type so i dont go out much i cheif i just got fired da day we met i drink a lil like a girl lol i share car w/ momz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while I'm a fan of keeping it real, this is clearly a time when "keeping it real goes wrong."  There was just so much wrong with this I had to pause and read it twice.  First of all, what the hell are you even saying?  That dishonest people are the only people that go out?  Or that you're an honest person and that's why you asked for 5 dollars?  Good to know you smoke your life away, and I was right, you don't have a job.  The fact that you share a car with your mom probably means you live with her too.  I do try not to judge people, but damn is it really that hard to get your own place?  You don't have to have a penthouse apartment, but not even a studio of your own by 28?  I'm not even going to touch the whole I drink like a girl thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 things that bother me most about this situation.  Why are you even approaching women dude?  You have no car, no job, no place of your own, and apparently no ability to hold your liquor (you know that doesn't fly with me).  Did you feel that if you laid your cards out from the beginning I'd overlook the fact that on paper you're a complete loser?  Not happening.  And what's worse is there are  women out there that would make some sort of mental compromise and date him anyway.  He had to get the confidence from somewhere.  And by doing that, he feels no need to better himself because he knows he'll find someone who won't mind.  Blech!  Men like him make me want to puke.  I'm never usually on the whole feminist, sisters we gotta come together thing, but really, ladies, please stop giving dudes like this the time of day.  We've got to do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-7885559219495593847?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7885559219495593847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=7885559219495593847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7885559219495593847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7885559219495593847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-drink-like-girl.html' title='You Drink Like  a Girl?'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-6633947916002129830</id><published>2009-06-07T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:48:38.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eek! I haven't blogged since February! Thats terrible. I'm racking my brain to see if I have a good reason...nope. For a while I was too busy. Then I was too lazy. Then I didn't want to post about all the things that are going on in my life. But here I am, back in the blogosphere with a post that you may or may not find interesting, but it's a post nonetheless. Its too tricky to remember everything that's happened since February, so I'll just go with the most recent. I have a new job!! I'm in the process of becoming a server at Jaleo in Crystal City. So far I LOVE it. Its pretty exhausting honestly, very different than the cushy life of a nanny, but I really enjoy having coworkers and being around people that I don't have to talk to in a baby voice for several hours each day. Oh yeah, and my Spanish skills have knocked most of the dust off and are back in full effect! I'm still nannying too, but this job gives me something else to do to occupy my extraordinarily long days. Since school is out for the semester and I'm a newly single lady (more on that later) I have A LOT of free time on my hands. I figure I should be productive during that time. That doesn't mean I don't still have fun though. &lt;a href="http://thebadgirlsguide.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whitney &lt;/a&gt;and Latrice have been good sports about hanging with me on random nights or hitting the bar with me when I need to get out and have drinks (trying hard not to do that whole drinking alone at home thing this time around...) And even though she doesn't like to party like the rest of us &lt;a href="http://mostlymelissa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa's &lt;/a&gt;always down for going to lunch or something. It's good to have supportive friends around you when you need them, because let me tell you, I NEED them right now. This break up has been tougher than I ever imagined, but it's a learning/growing experience, blah blah blah, all that bullshit you're supposed to say when you find yourself newly alone and searching for ways to make yourself feel better about it. Sadly I don't have the desire to jump back into the dating world to keep myself occupied. Boys are scary! LoL as I wrote that, I just realized maybe that's my problem; boys ARE scary, men are not. Maybe I need to change up my clientele...Hmmm. Anyway, this post is not to rehash my stupid breakup or the downward spiral it temporarily sent me into. I'm feeling better now, slightly more normal, and I'm sure I will be back to my typical hijinks before I know it. Another BIG piece of news! I have decided that I want to join the Air Force! This isn't one of my wild whims either, this one I'm really going to do. Am I super excited about it. Monday starts my "get right so I don't die in bootcamp" plan. I actually started it last week, but 150 days of rain and trying to get my body adjusted to my new work schedule kinda threw things off, so I'll be back on the grind tomorrow. People have been asking, why? Why would you want to do this? We're in a war! You could die! Perhaps I'll dedicate an entire blogpost to my decision in the near future, but for now, just know this: This is something that I'm very passionate about. I understand why people are afraid for me to do it, but I implore you to trust my instincts and know that I will be so much better for this. Okay, end of my public service announcement. :) You know, you'd think after 4 months of not blogging, I'd have a lot to say, but it seems my well is running dry. I have to update my other blogs anyway, so I suppose it's just as well that I end it here. I promise that I will make more of an effort to post more. I should have more to say soon enough anyway; work stories, nights out with the girls, and in 73 years when I'm ready to date again, maybe I'll even have some funny stuff there! Who knows? Anyway, it feels good to be back :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-6633947916002129830?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6633947916002129830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=6633947916002129830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/6633947916002129830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/6633947916002129830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-1199430051596186803</id><published>2009-02-23T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:36:08.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making my house a home</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally actually decorating my apartment!  Yeah, like after a year and a half...oh well.  Last night the CEO and I put up shelves in my room, a wine rack, and white board type thing in my kitchen.  I got rid of my other wine rack and put my toaster on the counter.  My little kitchen looks so cute!  And my room looks awesome too.  Its weird how two shelves and moving your bed can change the look of a room so much!!  Also while we were out and about for those many hours yesterday he bought me a set of Ginsu knives!  They're so fancy!  LoL they were a gift for him as much as they were for me because he hated trying to cut with my "crappy knives."  I still stand by my thoughts that the knives I had weren't that bad.  I really like the new ones though  :)  So today I will be cleaning up all the dust and vacuuming and such from all of last night's decorating.  Nothing too interesting going on in my life honestly.  Decorating my apartment thrills me death, and I love that the CEO helps me.  He suggested that we do the kitchen next weekend, which sounds like a good idea to me.  I really want to paint the walls green, but my microwave and crockpot are red and I don't want a Christmas kitchen.  I guess I could do a nice shade of yellow, but I really like the green.  We'll see how it pans out...I've also been trying to wear my hair straight lately, but I think I'm over it.  Its a little too much work for my taste.  I'd rather spend 3 hours twisting it and not having to mess with it for the next week and a half.  Plus I'm not so good a remembering to wear a scarf so that messes up my straight hair too.  I think this week will be the last week I give it a go.  Then its back to the old curls for me!  Or maybe something else, if I can think of anything else, who knows.  Well I'd better stop blogging and get to cleaning my house.  I have a buttload of homework that I have to do today and I still want to take a nap this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-1199430051596186803?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1199430051596186803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=1199430051596186803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/1199430051596186803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/1199430051596186803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2009/02/making-my-house-home.html' title='Making my house a home'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-7259979745366631970</id><published>2009-02-17T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:07:53.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My neck, my back, my neck and my back!</title><content type='html'>They hurt! Yesterday at work I fell down the stairs! Yes, laugh if you must, but that junk HURT. So now I'm hobbling around like an 84 year old man who needs a cane. This sucks, I didn't even go to class today. I've just been trying to lay very still in my bed and muster up strength to go to work later today. I wish I had a job where I could take sick days. You can't just say, oh sorry, find someone else to take care of you kids! Laying around all day makes me sleepy, but I thought I'd give a little update. I apologize to all 2 of my adoring fans for making you wait for this update LoL  Life as I know it has been pretty good.  School is going well this semester.  I decided to ditch the French and move on to Japanese.  I'm getting pretty good at it!!  Drawing the characters is a little tricky, but I can speak like nobody's business.  I'm trying to get up enough balls to go and order sushi in Japanese one day.  I'd be so pleased with myself.  Work is fine.  I started this new job and its a little tough.  The kid doesn't like me very much and I'm severely allergic to their cats, but hey, I needed a job, so what can you do?  Hmmm...what else?  You'd think since I haven't updated in like 2 months I'd have something to say.  Last weekend was Valentine's Day.  Since the CEO is a self professed hater of this particular holiday, it wasn't all Valentine's Day themed, but by far the best I've had.  Perhaps by not focusing on the holiday, we focused on each other more.  It was as love filled as one could hope for.  I mean, how wonderful is it to have a man that wakes you up in the morning and asks you how you slept and just cuddles you?!  Okay enough of the mushy stuff, I may be losing half of my fan base with that crap.  But I can't help it.  I will totally admit it, I am ridiculously and severely in love.  I hope writing that in my blog isn't like going on a reality show with your significant other, inevitably dooming your relationship...I suppose I'll hush now just in case.  In more entertaining news, the two kids that I watch on Tuesdays and Thursdays have a new obsession...naked dance parties.  I'm not even kidding.  If I'm not in the living room with them, I will hear them turn on the iPod, move the rug, strip off all their clothes and start dancing like madmen.  The little boy seems to have taken an interest in break dancing, while the little girl is content to do the typical two year old dance (you know, flailing your arms and legs and spinning in circles).  It makes me laugh, but I try my best to keep them clothed.  Who knows what hi jinks they'll be up to today, they always crack me up.  Hopefully I can laugh away a little of this body pain.  Admittedly this is kind of a wack update, but I need to start my other blog (stay tuned!) while I'm thinking about it.  I'll be back eventually...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-7259979745366631970?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7259979745366631970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=7259979745366631970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7259979745366631970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7259979745366631970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-neck-my-back-my-neck-and-my-back.html' title='My neck, my back, my neck and my back!'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-2326447408914977045</id><published>2008-12-21T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:26:02.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...among other things</title><content type='html'>Well, its almost 9 on Sunday morning so of course I'm awake.  I hope one day I'll regain my ability (have I ever had it?) to sleep until noon.    Perhaps I'm still recovering from when Latrice and I went out on Friday, but I still feel a little off.  I think I'll make some muffins and see where the day goes.  I'm leaving on Tuesday morning to go to California for a few weeks.  I was excited before, but now I'm kinda over it.  I'm going to be there for a loooong time.  And I know that part of my lack of excitement is knowing that I won't see the CEO for a long time.  :(  I decided to go back a read through a few of my posts and they make me laugh.  I was like "oh, I think I really like the CEO, he's nice, I wonder where this will go, blah blah blah."  LoL well for anyone who was wondering, it's going somewhere quite nice.  He really is amazing.  Even when I'm a complete weirdo he doesn't mind.  That may stem from the fact that he's weird too, perhaps that's why we're so compatible.  The other night I left his house in a bit of a rush because he was going out with his friends and I'm not the type to impose on his man time (mostly because I'm just so happy that he has man time.  Being with someone who has their own friends is WONDERFUL).  So as I'm driving home he called and says "hey, I didn't get a chance to tell you I loved you before you left"  :)  How cute is he?  Oh yes, that was a sly little newsflash there eh?  Yes, we're in love.  I said it.  On the internet.  LoL  But seriously.  I don't want to say he's perfect, but he's pretty damn close.  Sigh, I feel all Coming to America-ish.  "To be loveddddd...oh to be looooooved!"  While running the risk of sounding like one of those stupid sappy girls, I really wish that everyone gets the chance to feel the way I feel at some point in their lives.  Being able to love someone without drama or pretenses or even having to work that hard at it is amazing.  And to have someone who really meets you in the middle on most things and likes what you like and you truly enjoy each other's company is freaking awesome.  I can't believe this year is basically over.  Where does time go?  But you know what the end of the year means?  We are steps closer to my birthday!!  Hooray!!  I LOOOOOOOOOOVE my birthday.  I get excited just thinking about it.  I can't wait to buy my new birthday crown.  Whew, I'd better calm down.  I don't know what we're going to do  this year, but hopefully we (me, Fanny, and Trice) can find something fun to do.  Its a little tricky now that all my friends have moved away.  But what can you do?  I wonder if the CEO will plan something fun for my birthday...As much as I love him, planning is not his strong point.  He's always down to do fun stuff, but admittedly needs a little help with the execution.  He's more of a "wow we should do this and go here" but isnt so grand at making the plan.  But thats good with me because I'm quite a good planner.  But I digress.  I'm sure the three of us will probably end up at Tom Tom like every year.  LoL  Blah, I was supposed to wake up early today so I could go to the store and get gifts for Jack and Kate...I guess now I'll have to fight the Christmas crowd  :(  Okay I'm off to do semi-constructive things with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-2326447408914977045?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2326447408914977045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=2326447408914977045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/2326447408914977045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/2326447408914977045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/12/loveamong-other-things.html' title='Love...among other things'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-7814183637934629173</id><published>2008-11-19T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:32:21.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didja miss me?</title><content type='html'>This will probably quick since I have to leave for work soon, but for some reason I felt compelled to update this morning.  I haven't blogged in forever!  Things in Princesa's life have been pretty freaking awesome as of late.  School's going okay, work is great, and I'm going to see my family in less than a week!  My friends are wonderful, doing big fancy things as usual.  Brittanie went to China for her job, Lesley's been to DC twice for recruiting events, Latrice got a job, and Melissa's going to Bangledesh!  Oh yeah, and Fanny's moving back to the city!!  Even my OC friends are great.  2 weeks ago, I went to NY to visit Peanut and I got to see her in her full working glory, I'm so proud of her.  We're all becoming such real adults!  And speaking of real adults, I went on my first real vacation with a boy last weekend!!!  :)  Not to visit a friend or family or anything, just me and him.  The CEO and I had the freaking best time ever!  We went to Philly and it was wonderful.  I still can't believe what we've become.  If someone had told me a year ago that we'd end up together I would have been like yeah, whatever.  He is definitely the closest thing that I've ever found to my other half.  I mean I'm not saying he's my soulmate and we are destined to be together or anything, things can change (although I sincerely hope they don't!) but he is really like the male version of me.  Which is quite fun I might add.  And a little frustrating from time to time because he's always stealing the thoughts out of my brain and doing cute things before I get the chance to do them.  :)  I think I can live with that though.  Oh!  I forgot my other big news!!  I'm MOVING!  Next year.  The original plan was to go to France, but my French skills aren't panning out as well as I'd hoped, and lately I've been having this hankering to go t Italy.  I'm going to do a year long au pair program.  I'm going to be submitting my application soon, and I'm super excited about it!  Ah crap, now I want to keep writing, but I gotta go get ready stinkin work and since I was like a half hour late on Monday I'd better be a little early today.  I'll try to start posting more often.  I'd forgotten how much I like doing this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-7814183637934629173?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7814183637934629173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=7814183637934629173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7814183637934629173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7814183637934629173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/11/didja-miss-me.html' title='Didja miss me?'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-4719075529102960939</id><published>2008-10-06T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:12:54.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey look, I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>Yay!!  And guess where I'm writing this blog?  In my living room!  PrincesaNet is back!!  Too bad I don't have time to give a good update right now, I honestly wouldn't even know where to start, but I gotta do some homework and I'm trying to watch this football game.  Just wanted to let the people know I'm back, so definitely expect more frequent updates!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-4719075529102960939?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4719075529102960939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=4719075529102960939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/4719075529102960939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/4719075529102960939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-look-im-back.html' title='Hey look, I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-8424537807326144255</id><published>2008-08-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:02:27.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blast from the past...</title><content type='html'>or two actually.  I've been pretty MIA getting ready for school and such, but I thought I'd post these two blogs I wrote while I was at home.  On a happy note, within the next few weeks I should have PrincesaNet up and running in my apartment again so I'll finally be able to access the internet from the privacy of my own home instead of having creeps look over my shoulder!  Now, on with the old posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written 8/12/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is going to be pretty bootleg because I’m blogging in Microsoft Word since I can’t get online on a plane.  It is approximately 9:30 pm and I’ve been on the flight to Orange County for all of 20 minutes.  And you know what happened?  I dropped my fucking iPod.  BEHIND ME.  So that means I have approximately 3 hours and 55 minutes to fly with no music!  Why don’t I ask the person behind me to pick it up you might ask?  Well because I can’t see the person behind me but through the crack of the seat, all I can see is an arm filled with liver spots, signaling to me that they are probably too old to be bending all up under their seat to retrieve my iPod.  And what’s more is I think they are having some weird body tremor issue because they keep hitting/kicking the back of my seat.  And it’s really pissing me off.  I’m already in a rather foul mood because I had a connecting flight which I hate.  But what I hated most of all about my last flight is that I sat next to a couple.  Now, although the CEO and I are venturing out  into couplehood ourselves, it still a little annoying to be in that close of proximity to two people who are all booed up and you’re just trying to sqwunch (yes sqwunch is a word now) over in your seat and not feel like a creepy third wheel.  All of this I could deal with honestly.  My issue stemmed from when the lady spread a blanket over the two of them.  No big deal, I had my sweatshirt on, it was a little chilly.  Rhythmic motions under the blanket ending with the man making an odd, muffled, grunting noise, big deal.  SICK!  Look kudos to them for keeping their love alive or whatever, but airline seats are too close together for you to be whacking off your boyfriend or husband or whatever right next to me!  And the grossest part of that is that I heard them mention that they had a connecting flight.  So was that man just walking around with jizz in his pants until he made it to his destination?  Yuck.  Okay I’m still annoyed about my iPod.  I need music.  I don’t think I can make it all the way there without it.  I might have to ask Grandma Moses back there to see if she can reach it.  This blows.  Oh wait, here’s something that blows even more.  The lady just said the tvs are broken.  Oh wait, breaking blowing news, the asshole in front of my just basically put his seat back in my lap.  Literally so far back that he pushed the screen of my laptop down!  ARGHGHGHGHGHGH!!   FUCK FUCK FUCK.  I’m so annoyed!!  I want to shoot everyone right now.  I suppose I’ll try to sleep or something…I can’t wait to get home.  I would say this flight can’t get any worse, but I don’t want to tempt the fates…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written 8/18/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back for another round of bootleg blogging.  This time is not because I’m on an airplane, but because I’m sitting in the Atlanta airport and I refuse to play for internet.  Its 5:30 am (hooray red-eyes I suppose).  I should be boarding my plane in the next 20 minutes or so.  Well as per my last entry where I didn’t want to tempt the fates…The rest of my flight wasn’t too horrible.  I really couldn’t make it without the music so I wrote a note to the guy 2 rows behind me and he ended up getting for me.  Sweet, right?  So I jammed a little and slept a lot and ended up in Orange County just before curfew thank God!  So I’m feeling pretty good, saw my mommy right away, got my bag and we were waiting for my dad and my mom’s friend to come back around and pick us up.  We were waiting for a pretty long time.  Then I see my dear old dad shuffling on over to us.  But he didn’t look so happy…why you might ask?  Because the breaks on my mom’s friend’s car went out.  Great, cool.  So I’ve flying all night, all I’ve eaten since 11:45 am (East Coast time I might add) was a bag of gummy bears, witnessed a creep getting a handjob in my row, and had to put up with Grandma Moses’ body tremors and now you’re telling me that I can’t get home because this damn car has shoddy breaks?!  End the end we had to call my sister to come and take us home.  She was so mad and driving like a bat out of hell.   But alas, I made it home.  It was a pretty good trip I must say.  I spent a lot of time with my parents, which was nice.  I saw some friends from high school.  Oh yeah!  So they had the Obama/McCain thing at Saddleback Church which is like 4 minutes from my house.  Of course I couldn’t get a ticket because the cheapest tickets were $500, but whatever.  So Brooke and I drove by there so we could see what was going on.  They had a lot of demonstrators with some pretty hilarious signs.  One of my personal favorites was the one that said “Rick Warren is a lying whore!”  I found that one so funny because it was professionally done.  Like I wonder if dude went into FedEx Kinkos and was just like can you print up a few of these?  But my all time favorite was the crappy looking cardboard sign that this grungy 20 something guy was holding.  It said “Fuck Obama Fuck McCain &amp;amp; Fuck You.”  But what made that sign priceless was that when I looked over to read it, he promptly gave me a very mean face and flipped me off with a passion that I hadn’t seen given to gesture in quite some time.  Brooke and I cracked up laughing.  Today I ate at In N Out with my parents.  It was soooo yummy, but as I was watching my parents eat their Double Doubles, I felt compelled to eat meat.  It might be a fleeting thing, but maybe it’s time.  I don’t know yet.  I mentioned this to the CEO and he offered to make me one of his “amazing” steaks.  Apparently all the meat he makes is amazing.  I suppose I’ll be the judge of that.  I think he’s coming over tonight, but I’m not positive.  That’d be nice.  Okay this is starting to get a little less coherent and it’s almost time to get on the plane.  I suppose I’ll post this when I get back to a free internet connection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-8424537807326144255?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8424537807326144255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=8424537807326144255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/8424537807326144255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/8424537807326144255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/blast-from-past.html' title='A blast from the past...'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-958156441871942403</id><published>2008-08-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:39:57.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm like a bird...</title><content type='html'>I'm about to fly away!!  I'm sitting in the airport waiting to fly home for a bit.  I haven't been to California since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; so I'm pretty excited to get there.  My parents are so cute, they've been counting down for like the last week so it'll be fun to see them too.  I feel like I don't have too much to update.  I've gotten slightly off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;track&lt;/span&gt; with my running the past 2 days because the CEO stayed at my house Sunday night and last night.  I feel like things are moving in a really positive direction for us.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; that goes without saying because the entire 9 months that we've known each other its all been really good.  Sometimes it almost seems crazy that we're dating.  Not like I'm all down and out on myself but its like seriously?  You like me?  That much?  Its just such a different experience than it was with the...hmmm...I haven't come up with a name for him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt; the gun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;slinger&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; what I'm going to call him.  Nope Ex Con.  Yes I like that better.  Anyway, things are so different with the CEO than they were with the Ex Con.  He just makes me feel really good and happy and content.  Last night he told me that he thinks I'm beautiful when I'm wearing my pajamas (not sexy ones by the way, a wife beater and flannel pants) because I'm just so relaxed and myself and he loves to see me like that.  Yes, I'll hold while you're melting a little...How freaking adorable is he?!?  Okay, I won't prattle on about the CEO anymore, surely there will be other posts about him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...what else?  I think that may be it.  Looking forward to getting home cooked food and going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Souplantation&lt;/span&gt; when I'm at home.  If I think of anything else to post before I get on the plane, I'll be back.  Gotta head over to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/PrincesaRuns.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PrincesaRuns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and update over there too.  Lots of California love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-958156441871942403?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/958156441871942403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=958156441871942403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/958156441871942403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/958156441871942403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-like-bird.html' title='I&apos;m like a bird...'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-6505836866178208476</id><published>2008-08-06T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:23:39.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Home improvement...self improvement...Let's see how this goes</title><content type='html'>So I've been making some changes lately.  I have decided (as per my previous post) that I need to do some more stuff to my apartment.  The one year mark is approaching and its time for some change.  I'm going to be redoing my kitchen, painting to be exact...if anyone has any suggestions on that, they'd be greatly appreciated.  I realize its a little hard to paint around the red color scheme of my appliances so I might be getting a new microwave (one that has a timer on it, I might add!!).  I also realize being an adult, I might need a place to sit and eat my dinner.  That's where the fold up table comes in.  Ikea has &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/80091713"&gt;one &lt;/a&gt;pretty cheap and I like the fact that it wouldn't take up extra space.  But being ever the princess that I am, I can't be happy with an already existing product.  So I want the CEO to build one for me exactly like the Ikea one, except in reverse.  I want it to fold up onto the wall instead of down, and I want a  picture painted on the back so its like a piece of art on my wall when I'm not using it.  Pretty clever, eh?  I've also decided to put monorail lighting in my kitchen, preferably with a dimmer switch because I just think it looks cool.  I'd like something like &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RpFHVODA5VA/Rh0yrYWJm5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/hwew_XuRyIw/s1600-h/In+Progres+-+Kicthen+Lights+2.JPG"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;(sorry for the giant picture, but thats just how they posted it...).  I'm also going to be putting a ceiling fan in my bedroom.  No picture for that...those are pretty standard.  I'm also going to put some mirrors on the walls to help reflect the light and make my little spot a little brighter.  There, I think thats about it.  As for the self improvement front...I've decided to run a marathon!!  Okay well not like a real marathon, but when you never exercise, 8K can seem like a marathon.  That's right, I will be participating in the &lt;a href="http://www.susco8k.com/"&gt;Timothy P. Susco Brain Aneurysm Race for Awareness&lt;/a&gt;.  Its a cause that's pretty close to my heart for several reasons, so I'm doing it.  The race is October 4th and I'll be out there running my little heart out.  I started "training" this morning which was really just getting my ass up and going running.  I did pretty good.  LoL I didn't pass out, so thats a start.  I did two miles today and I'll continue to do those same two miles until I get my time down.  Then I'll start adding a bit more distance.  I have about 8 weeks  to get there, and I really think I can do it.  An 8k in 8 weeks sounds about right.  If any of you have any tips for getting in shape, I'd appreciate those!  I'm off for now, but until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-6505836866178208476?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6505836866178208476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=6505836866178208476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/6505836866178208476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/6505836866178208476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-improvementself-improvementlets.html' title='Home improvement...self improvement...Let&apos;s see how this goes'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-1435696204791672904</id><published>2008-08-03T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:23:39.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn Monroe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Dandrige'/><title type='text'>Grrr I'm mad!  And other thoughts too...</title><content type='html'>Okay this is getting ridiculous. I HAVE to get the internet back in my apartment. I don't mind coming to library or whatever, but sometimes you just need to look something up quickly, and I CAN'T! It's no one's fault but my own, but it still pisses me off nonetheless. Rarr, I'm mad! Okay I think I've gotten that out of my system now. I'm very excited to announce that my little Johnson had started her very own &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/mostlymelissa.blogspt.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;!! Read it, book mark it, love it-just like I do. Today I was cleaning my apartment and it dawned on me that I've lived there for almost a year. Crazy right? What's more crazy is that I still have no artwork on my walls. I'm just no good at picking that stuff out. At least I have an idea of what I want in my bedroom. Beautiful pictures of beautiful women I admire. Topping my list &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJYY0L87xjI/AAAAAAAAACM/L7mQYWH7NGI/s1600-h/dandridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is the lovley Dorothy Dandridge, followed by Marilyn Monroe. If I could find some really great posters like these pictures &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJYZf_LP1_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XUASY9wW7IE/s1600-h/dandridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230396054562658290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJYZf_LP1_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XUASY9wW7IE/s320/dandridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJYZtYVIvPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4BvzW1yX4HA/s1600-h/Marilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230396284653321458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJYZtYVIvPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4BvzW1yX4HA/s320/Marilyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would totally frame them and put them in my room.  If anyone has any ideas about where to get some, let me know.  Well I hate to cut this short, but sadly the library is about to close so I have to leave :(  Damnit!  I gotta work this out.  Are you as annoyed by these half posts as I am?  I'll be back in a few days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-1435696204791672904?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1435696204791672904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=1435696204791672904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/1435696204791672904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/1435696204791672904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/grrr-im-mad-and-other-thoughts-too.html' title='Grrr I&apos;m mad!  And other thoughts too...'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJYZf_LP1_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XUASY9wW7IE/s72-c/dandridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-8414194426611368183</id><published>2008-08-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:35:18.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few thoughts</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm at the library this afternoon, so I thought I'd do a little blogging.  I'm a bit tired today, the CEO is throwing off my sleep schedule like you wouldn't believe!  That's a story for a different day I suppose though.  But yes, today the CEO and I were talking about iPods and playlists, etc and he was basically saying that my shuffle sucks.  But thats only because he can't fully appreciate the beauty of a playlist that goes from Gin and Juice to Hit Me Baby One More Time to Gonna Wash that Man Right Outta My Hair.  Hmph!  I think my iPod plays that way because it reflects my randomness, like it knows me.  My good friend Fanny Pack seems to think her iPod has its own personality as well, her name is &lt;a href="http://thebadgirlsguide.blogspot.com/2008/07/nine-musical-degrees-with-erykah-badu.html"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt;.  Actually speaking of Fanny Pack, you should check out her &lt;a href="http://thebadgirlsguide.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, its pretty awesome and puts my crappy little ramblings to shame, but I love her so I will show her love.  Anyway, I was thinking about iPods knowing you and such and when I was at the CEO's house this morning, his was on a heavy rotation of Snoop (yes, my lover) and Chrisette Michelle.  Interesting mix right?  And then he comments, I guess my iPod must know you're here :)  I heart him just a little, can you tell?  Anyway, all this has a point, I promise.  So I've been thinking about music lately and what some of my favorites are.  Now, I'm no hardcore thug, but from time to time, I enjoy a good street anthem.  Those of you who know me well, know that I frequently wake up blaring I'm So Hood.  My new current favorite is Put On by Jeezy and Kanye.  How can you not love that song??  It makes me feel all hype and hard like I'm really cool and from the streets.  And when it gets to Kanye's verse I rap along as if my oh so sheltered Orange County life truly parallelled his.  Does that make me some kind of fake thug?  I hope not...For your listening enjoyment, I will have that song on my page for a while.  Crap, I actually want to write more, but I have to babysit tonight.  Oh well.  Be back eventually!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-8414194426611368183?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8414194426611368183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=8414194426611368183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/8414194426611368183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/8414194426611368183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-few-thoughts.html' title='Just a few thoughts'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-7258713976910479858</id><published>2008-07-31T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:23:40.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no write...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't updated since July 3rd. Lots of things have been going on I suppose. Preschool is done for the summer! Yay! I was so ready for a break. So now I'm back to nannying 700 hours a day. But I like the money so I can't complain. Latrice and I went to New York this past weekend. It was so much fun. We were only there for about 36 hours, but we packed a lot into those few hours. Photo evidence as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJH4K6fipFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kzcOUCFWvBg/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229233508737786962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJH4K6fipFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kzcOUCFWvBg/s320/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Latrice, Whitney, and I on our way to have lunch at Cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJH4LDdc25I/AAAAAAAAABY/52cQLn4GE8w/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229233511144938386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJH4LDdc25I/AAAAAAAAABY/52cQLn4GE8w/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Latrice and I at the 40 40 Club&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229591505724208226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJM9xFMXdGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9rf7cmdLYog/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My new tattoo!  I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So all in all I feel it was a pretty good trip.  A little lunching, a little partying, and getting slightly more tatted up are all the makings for a damn good weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's see...in my real life, not just my weekend party life, things are going pretty well too.  Work is going well, I'm getting paid A LOT more right now.  I'm going to California in a few weeks to finally see my family again.  That should be good, I actually miss them a bit right now.  The CEO and I are doing very well  :)  I really like him a lot.  He just seems like a really good guy and when we're together things are just always laid back and fun.  Hopefully I'll be seeing more of him in the future.  We're supposed to be going shopping soon so I can help him pick some new stuff for his house.  His house is nice, but the floral stuff has to go.  That would be like me keeping black leather furniture around.  Yuck!  On the hair front, I'm totally in love with my hair now.  I don't love that it takes me over an hour to twist it, but the end result just keeps getting cuter!  I'm excited to have my mommy straighten it and see how long its gotten.  Going natural has seriously been the best thing for me.  Now that I've been weave free for a while, I can whole heartedly admit that it was some tacky looking security blanket I was wearing on my head for no good reason.  I look way better with my hair like this.  It also probably does hurt that when I'm laying down watching tv or talking with the CEO he likes to play with it  :)  Perhaps another day I shall devote a whole post to my hair feelings, but right now I need lunch.  Gotta go.  Be back when I jack some more internet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-7258713976910479858?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7258713976910479858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=7258713976910479858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7258713976910479858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/7258713976910479858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-no-write.html' title='Long time no write...'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SJH4K6fipFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kzcOUCFWvBg/s72-c/120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-5275339443704748380</id><published>2008-07-03T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:27:21.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyyyy</title><content type='html'>So as usual I'm at the library using the internet. Will I ever get mine turned back on?!? One day I suppose. I'm feeling a little tired right now. I had to come here to print out my ticket to Philly for tomorrow. Latrice and I are going to see Tyria. It should be a fun weekend, a little impromptu trip seems to be just what I need. I've been a little scattered lately and working on this new enrichment class thing has got my mind reeling pretty much 24/7. And then I keep thinking about NEA stuff too. There's just so much stuff that I'd like to do, but I feel like just need to sit down, take a moment, and then get started. I think that is my one downfall. I want to do so many things, good things, things that would really make a difference, but I get too caught up in the ideas and forget to lay a really good foundation sometimes. Good example. HU SEA. Blah, don't even want to talk about that. I mean the freaking SLC was in DC this year and did we have any representation? NO. Way to drop the ball Ash. Hopefully the stuff I give to Dr. Bond will help out though. I really wish I hadn't watched that documentary about that Baltimore high school. I'm starting to feel like I have the bug again. LoL not that bug...like AIDS. Not that AIDS is funny, I just mean the high school teaching bug. Okay really, I need to get a grip. But yeah, then I was reading about Ron Clark and got all inspired. I'm feeling a little Michelle Pfieffer-ish now. I don't know what I'm going to do. But I'd better figure it out soon. Well I gotta go do a little more research and then head home to pack. I'll update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-5275339443704748380?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5275339443704748380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=5275339443704748380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/5275339443704748380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/5275339443704748380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/07/heyyyy.html' title='Heyyyy'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-4155125329890667276</id><published>2008-06-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:12:05.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very grumpy right now! I'm not sure why. I'm probably just really tired. I went out last night and clearly stayed out too late. And then woke up way too early. And now its 10 pm and I'm grumpy beyond words. I had a fabulous evening though. We got free drinks the entire night at Tom Tom which is always a plus. Then total icing on the cake, The CEO and his friends ended up coming to Adams Morgan so we got to hang out. LoL too bad I was so drunk I don't remember most of it, but the parts I do remember were very good. He's super nice. :) His friends were enamored with Brittani, but as usual, she wasn't feeling them. She was mad because Pete had on a white tee. Really? Who gives a crap, but whatevs. I was so tired when I got up this morning and my neck was hurting really bad. I suppose I was doing that damned head swinging dance. Even at this late hour my head still hurts. I don't even know why I started writing this entry. I'm too tired to finish with anything worth while. Blah. I shall write again later. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-4155125329890667276?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4155125329890667276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=4155125329890667276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/4155125329890667276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/4155125329890667276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/06/grrr.html' title='Grrr'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-5837517965250019616</id><published>2008-06-11T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:05:24.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quickie</title><content type='html'>So I've thieved another internet connection for a bit today. The little girl I babysit is sleeping so I am now free to get my internet doings done. I had 73 emails today. Even after I deleted all the crap, I still had 40ish that actually needed to be read. Blah. I'm having terrible allergies today. Today was a GREAT day because I didn't have to work at the preschool. The air conditioning was broken, thus no school. Hooray! I should have exercised this morning, but instead I didn't even really get out of bed until 10 something. Then I cleaned my closet today. That made me quite happy. It also reminded me that I reallllly need to go shopping. I need to pack away my winter clothes. With it being 99 degrees, I don't think its necessary for me to still have sweaters hanging in the closet. I have a decent sized bag of stuff to donate to Goodwill too. So, today is day 3 of not talking to the Designer. I think he's gotten the hint. I'm quite glad of that so I don't have to tell him to sod off myself. Sod off? I think it was that book I was reading...I keep having these British phrases in my head. Whatev. Soooo...the CEO and I have both confessed that we like each other. Like I think we both literally said, "I like you, I like you too." Apparently we are both in sixth grade. Its nice to like someone who likes you too. And not to feel any pressure about anything. I haven't felt that in a long time. Maybe never. There was pressure with Kevin, there was pressure with Charles, with the Designer...I don't think there was pressure actually, I think that he was just filling a need that I had at the time. I don't know. But even if I think hard about it, I can't think of anything thats comparable to this. And even if it becomes nothing, I totally love whats happening now. Plus it gives me hope that not every relationship or dating situation or whatever has to suck. Okay, I'd love to keep blathering on about my crushing, or the inner workings of my life, but I gotta get some stuff done before the clock strikes 8:30 and *poof* I'm turned back into an internet-less loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-5837517965250019616?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5837517965250019616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=5837517965250019616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/5837517965250019616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/5837517965250019616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-ive-thieved-another-internet.html' title='Just a quickie'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-1052759422005848299</id><published>2008-06-07T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:07:18.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaack...For today at least</title><content type='html'>Yikes!  I haven't written in a looooong time.  That could be due to a few things; one, I work like a slave.  Two, I no longer have internet access in my house :(  Being an adult is the pits!  Oh well, eventually I'll turn it back on, but referring back to number one, my slave like work conditions allow me very little time to watch tv or play on the internet anyway.  Just sucks because I can't update my blog at work.  That would be a little awkward.  So anywho, I'm at the library today, soaking up their free wireless connection which is pretty freaking sweet.  On a very odd side note, there is this old Asian man in the library that keeps farting.  Yes, farting!  Like its nothing.  Literally walking about the quiet library pooting away like its no big thing.  I hope I don't do things like that when I get old.  Today I was supposed to go to the museum.  I still have time, but I think I'd rather get a pedicure.  My mom randomly sent me $20 in the mail so I have some money to get one.  The Designer gets off work at 3 (supposedly) today and wants to hang out.  I'd really rather not, but because I'm so stupidly nice sometimes, of course I said yes.  We'll see how that pans out.  I would much rather be with the CEO.  Not just today, but any day.  I'm lame, but I really think I'm starting to like him.  He's just a really great guy.  We're into a lot of the same stuff.  He has his life very much together, which totally motivates me work harder too.  And we make jokes about fannypacks, so what's not to love?  LoL  Hopefully I'll get a chance to travel to Timbuktu where he lives and hang out with him today.  Maybe not.  Who knows?  Methinks I will blow with the wind today.  I am STARVING right now, which may be why my thoughts are becoming so staccato.  Hmmm...Maybe I should eat before my pedi.  Okay I will not bore the masses with a crappy blog post, so I shall end this.  I'll write some more when I can get on the internet again.  The masses?  Who am I kidding?  Nobody reads this freaking thing.  LoL  I'm such a loser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-1052759422005848299?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1052759422005848299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=1052759422005848299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/1052759422005848299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/1052759422005848299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-baaaaaackfor-today-at-least.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaack...For today at least'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-8078644959171075356</id><published>2008-05-03T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:23:40.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little early</title><content type='html'>I really wish I'd never lost my ability to sleep in. I mean, if I stay out all night, until 4 or 5 am then I have no problem sleeping until 12. But last night was a relatively early night so I've been up since 8:30ish. I called my dad to say happy birthday. I wanted to be the first person to call (I'm oddly competitive about things like that) so I called at like 6 their time. And I was first! Go me! My dad is so adorably simple. I asked him what he was going to do today and he says "oh just sit around here and drink some iced tea." Really dad? LoL I'll be glad when I'm old enough that a glass of iced tea will be all I need for my birthday. Until then though, I don't see my birthday antics subsiding any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm going to do today. Maybe catch up on my tv shows. I watched Ugly Betty when got home last night. I was SO good. OMG I love that show. I missed it on Thursday because of the party. I so much fun that night. I love being around all my friends. They ate all my lasagna which made me feel good. I realized that I really enjoy cooking for people. As long as I don't have to do it day in, day out. It makes me feel good. And I think the ice cream sundae thing went over well. Too bad I have that huge bucket of ice cream in the freezer. And its really yummy ice cream too. I'd better be running a lot this week to make up for the ice cream that I know I'll be eating. I love how we impromptu decided to go to Tom Tom even though I clearly had to work the next day. Oh well. Great fun was had by all. I have pictures to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes we were doing the Cupid Shuffle in my bedroom.  LoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SBxo-ZYaihI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S3vFIsj6UUE/s1600-h/189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196143491253176850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SBxo-ZYaihI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S3vFIsj6UUE/s320/189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SBxo-5YaiiI/AAAAAAAAABA/k0R2n7rlshs/s1600-h/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww me and Johnson.  Good times at Tom Tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SBxo_JYaijI/AAAAAAAAABI/FuV-Oaza6Tk/s1600-h/215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196143504138078770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SBxo_JYaijI/AAAAAAAAABI/FuV-Oaza6Tk/s320/215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess I could post more pictures but I don't really feel like it.  Maybe another day.  I guess I should go rummage around and see if I can get some breakfast.  I'm pretty hungry.  If anything happens on this quiet Saturday, I'll be sure to write.  Although it seems to be shaping up as a tv watching, book reading, hair washing day.  But who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-8078644959171075356?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8078644959171075356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=8078644959171075356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/8078644959171075356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/8078644959171075356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-early.html' title='A little early'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NNC7sAbI16w/SBxo-ZYaihI/AAAAAAAAAA4/S3vFIsj6UUE/s72-c/189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269097997193313155.post-5974588948562403169</id><published>2008-04-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:43:39.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>So I deleted my other entries. I thought I needed to start my blog over. I figure, I have a new hair style, so I might as well have a few other new things in my life too right? And in a few weeks I'll have to find new friends, so this is all quite fitting, no? Not much to say this evening. I'm pretty tired. Brittani and I went out last night so I think I'm still working that off. The Designer was supposed to come over tonight, but he flaked. Yes, I know his name isn't The Designer and that this is very Carrie Bradshaw, Mr. Big-esque, but even though I want to share my thoughts in a public forum doesn't mean I was to put allllll my business out there. So as I was saying, The Designer was supposed to come over. But he didn't. Well he was supposed to come yesterday actually. But he didn't. And then last night after I got home he was supposed to come over. But he didn't. Noticing a pattern here? I know I am. And I'm getting tired of it. I have very little patience for those who don't follow the very simple directions that I lay out for them. I make The Designer's life so ridiculously easy. No commitment, no drama. Pretty sweet setup right? Clearly not sweet enough for him though or he would follow directions better. I don't like to be a bitch, but he's starting to bring that out of me. Too bad The CEO doesn't live closer. I really like talking to him, and when we hang out, its always fun. Well not like we hang out regularly or anything, but if we did, I think it'd be nice. I need to call my Rock tonight. We've been a little off kilter lately. I think he might be seeing that girl at his job, which is okay, I'd just like it if he'd tell me. I mean, we tell each other everything, why not that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can actually hear the bathtub calling my name right now. I've been wanting to take a nice hot bath all day, so I'm off to get to it. I have a great new book that I got today also, so this will be nice. My goal is to be asleep by 11 since I'm going running tomorrow morning. I guess it's actually a good thing The Designer didn't come over. I wouldn't have wanted to get up in the morning. Oh well. I suppose I'll cuddle myself tonight. Good thing I have my 800 thread count sheets on the bed. They are obscenely soft. I heart them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269097997193313155-5974588948562403169?l=princesaashleigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5974588948562403169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269097997193313155&amp;postID=5974588948562403169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/5974588948562403169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269097997193313155/posts/default/5974588948562403169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesaashleigh.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>PrincesaAshleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05210687175882273053</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9d2rpLNEQ/TjGdUplOiRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cSxkvdQBU6g/s220/Ny.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
