Ash's Goings Ons

It's a little blog about what's up with me.

3.18.2009

Trip to the Beach

I went with Kyle and friends to the beach this weekend! It was hailing and raining and very windy, so we had good times indoors. We did feel obligated at one time to go outside. Here is the photographic evidence:
As you can see, I look like I am about to cry and he is sporting the popular grimace/smile. Good times...

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3.12.2009

Google Search

So, I was doing a google search...
Auto fill in for "How to..." in order
1. tie a tie
2. kiss
3. get pregnant
4. make money
5. lose weight
6. cook a turkey
7. draw
8. write a résumé
9. play guitar

Auto fill in for "How to find..." also in order
1. ip address (and variations on this theme)
2. people
3. the g spot
4. a job
5. Chuck Norris
6. percentage
7. WEP key

I think these are wonderful. I also find the "how to" list to have a rather chronological feel to it.

3.06.2009

Spring in Portland

Spring, it's happening. I took these pictures at my neighbor's house.


Unrelated: some things are so amazing they leave me speechless.

3.04.2009

Progress

Slowly but surely knitting along. I think that my continental knitting (blue) is tighter than my english (grey). I don't know how the english style knitters out there hold their yarn with tension... very mysterious.


Physically, I had a much better day today. Was it the extra rest, buckets full of vitamin C and zinc, echinacea, soup, cookies, tea and the passage of time or my sophomoric blog rant yesterday? The world may never know...

3.03.2009

Sadly, Less Than Awesome Day

Well, I am sick. I have been really sick for about three days now. I had forgotten just how lame a head cold can be. The thing that is the biggest red flag for me is that I seem to keep getting this idea that somehow drilling into my skull with a power tool to drain my sinuses would actually relieve rather than create pain. Each time this thought comes into my head I give it consideration and dismiss it, but it won't go away.
To add insult to injury, when I did have a fairly reasonable idea - get sudafed - I was thwarted by the combined efforts of meth cooks and the law. Despite my Rudolph Red nose, I could not convince the pharmacist to help me. If things do not improve and I spend another day at work sounding ridiculous on the phone for 8 hours and strategically timing my sneezes, I will drive across state lines and procure some contraband.
Back to continuously lotion-ing my nose...