tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53962822756921017792024-02-07T19:12:21.812-08:00That Girl Called Merleashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-63073485888539204942012-05-30T00:58:00.000-07:002012-05-30T00:58:17.731-07:00Black and White and Red in the faceMy brother is marrying a delightful girl and I was sooo excited to actually be invited to the wedding! I like their photo it's delightful. I think this is the one they chose...<br />
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- I've been to the temple twice in the last month to do baptisms for the dead. SO NICE!!!<br />
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- I get to drag my little brother around with me to the YSA activities. I love having him with me.<br />
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- I have really good friends that I can be completely honest with.<br />
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- I basically have the best family in the world. Try to tell me otherwise and I'll punch your face.<br />
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- A lot of my family is working out and it makes me happy...I'm not so much, but I'm still happy that I can go with them when I'm not lazy and have family fun time.<br />
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- A lot of my resolutions are being completed.<br />
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- I'm slowly figuring life out.<br />
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- I truly do have the best family in the world and I love that they are stuck with me forever!<br />
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I am happy and I know it and my face is showing it!ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-56241773830030673382011-12-07T02:40:00.001-08:002011-12-07T23:32:21.081-08:00Do I look weird?This commercial makes me laugh EVERY time I see it!!!<br />
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I had to at least try to be as awesome as this guy. You should too and then share it with me.<br />
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Also, I dyed my hair. K, thanks, bye.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-62773415217337278972011-12-01T19:04:00.001-08:002011-12-01T19:54:30.904-08:0024 is a BoreI've been 24 for a few weeks and already this year of my life is bumming me out. I just don't think I have anything that will top the excitement of last year.<br /><br />Let's take a look back at a few of the awesome things I did last year...<br /><br />* I performed in <i>Cinderella</i>. Not only was I singing and dancing (waltzing!), but I got to do puppetry and dress up like a bunny footman!!! SOOO MUCH FUN!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgeuzSQOSxvsgA0_k-RLUoiF3QRAnEasyudAoUTx4Q96d2FBsQ0OAFVol4-vO40fHVzWI8eqGfP8OJysuDhgvDFpwD_QkSM1BSZvK89mni_rFB-kVNxTSa6a1PZWD6P9YHHDDr7GThG6r/s1600/Rabbit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgeuzSQOSxvsgA0_k-RLUoiF3QRAnEasyudAoUTx4Q96d2FBsQ0OAFVol4-vO40fHVzWI8eqGfP8OJysuDhgvDFpwD_QkSM1BSZvK89mni_rFB-kVNxTSa6a1PZWD6P9YHHDDr7GThG6r/s320/Rabbit.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />* I wrote a thesis. What, what?!? That's right, I wrote a thesis and it was printed on 100% cotton paper and bound with my name on the spine. It took me forever researching and writing. I even pulled a few all-nighters to make it all wonderful and delightful. So now you can go to California State University, San Bernardino's library and find a book written by me. Oh yeah, it's called 'Influences of Morality in Theatre for Children'. Yeah, pretty awesome.<br /><br />* I went to the Oregon Shakespeare festival and saw 6 shows. My absolute favorite was <span style="font-style:italic;">Julius Caesar</span>. It was the best! I loved the entire experience. Also, the actors weren't too bad to look at either...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwv3t0UWnSj-czxqqmmKAbKnseGNkAg5VU_DD5x51rc3hPWJ0RvHapz99LYZruy47gwQgQ2JfYh3_Ax4DrVrxe3-0sogJuq_UT3M2bF9dNlc-MKx_5s72x8h9UB4t1Zfr2jMOnjzT_0cge/s1600/Julius+Caesar.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwv3t0UWnSj-czxqqmmKAbKnseGNkAg5VU_DD5x51rc3hPWJ0RvHapz99LYZruy47gwQgQ2JfYh3_Ax4DrVrxe3-0sogJuq_UT3M2bF9dNlc-MKx_5s72x8h9UB4t1Zfr2jMOnjzT_0cge/s320/Julius+Caesar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681372790736433378" /></a><br /><br />* I did an internship where I Assistant Directed/Stage Managed the Jurupa Stake's production of <i>The Trail of Dreams</i>. If you haven't heard of it, or if you weren't tricked into coming by me it is a totally awesome pioneer musical written by James Arrington, Marvin Payne, and Steven Kapp Perry. Totally legit. We were able to make a recording of it so if you ever want to see it...trust me, it's worth it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261496_10150228325193929_589653928_7408130_4296182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261496_10150228325193929_589653928_7408130_4296182_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />* I GRADUATED!!! What is awesomer than that? I am now Master Merle. Ah yeah. I graduated from CSUSB with a Master of Arts in Theatre Studies: Theatre for Young Audiences. Holy mackerel. Now what? (I dunno.)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/260122_10150287024120310_707415309_9477915_4690500_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="180" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/260122_10150287024120310_707415309_9477915_4690500_a.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />* My sister and I did a Survivor 5k Mud Run! It was the funnest thing ever. When I get all of the pictures I'll try to do a post with them. They are pretty humorous. This mud run was dirty, exhausting and SO MUCH FUN!!! When we crossed the finish line, in 1 hour and 9 minutes thank you very much, I was ready to sign up again. We climbed, swam, ran, slid, crawled and more through all of the obstacles and it was so great.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwNsubVbfSIoXx617XF2cOg62fKJLAuoC4Zxwe4rzddh6nehonweCJYl-Dol-2R_WWKtpXZDgmsldOBHyjKgv1Ozzu2cnLJJ6BfP3YNDHx4izGRw48Nm5_IZREHHitpAgXH7BC0OgGcaC/s1600/Muddy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgwNsubVbfSIoXx617XF2cOg62fKJLAuoC4Zxwe4rzddh6nehonweCJYl-Dol-2R_WWKtpXZDgmsldOBHyjKgv1Ozzu2cnLJJ6BfP3YNDHx4izGRw48Nm5_IZREHHitpAgXH7BC0OgGcaC/s320/Muddy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681374072184281762" /></a><br /><br />So yeah, those are some pretty big and amazing things that went down and all I've done so far, at the age of 24, is learn how to crochet (I'm pretty good at it too. I hope everyone wants crocheted doo-dads for Christmas). I sound like I went from 23 to 83. Yuck. I need to go skydiving or something. Any suggestions in making this a year of awesomeness?ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-549236971399991902011-08-16T16:04:00.000-07:002011-08-16T16:11:00.988-07:00TangledI have not had my hair cut (except for a few trims) for about 3 years. It was time. So I talked to one of my friends at work about cutting it all off and donating it to locks of love. The next day (today) I went over to her house and it all went down. I was/am so excited about my new short hair. I loved my long hair, but I got tired of it and in a couple of years I'll have it back again so no big deal.
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<br />Merleashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-66708087197343352672011-05-15T22:10:00.000-07:002011-05-15T22:18:40.279-07:00Merle meets TempletonLittle Miss Merle Girl<br />Got in the shower<br />To wash all her cares away.<br />She soon saw a spider<br />Way up in the corner<br />And said Templeton would be his name.<br /><br />Little Templeton was daring<br />And certainly brave<br />But had little sense in his brains.<br />He came down to see Merle<br />Against all her warnings<br />And soon was hit be some sprays.<br /><br />Little Miss Merle Girl<br />Wept for her new friend<br />Because he was stuck to the wall.<br />He was now octopalegic<br />And she couldn't help him<br />She would be late to work at the mall.<br /><br />Little Miss Merle Girl<br />Went to the bathroom<br />To check on her friend in the shower.<br />He wasn't there anymore<br />But crawled up beside her<br />Presenting her with a flower.<br /><br />"Little Templeton Sir,<br />How are you here?<br />I saw you held wet to that wall."<br />"Little Miss Merle Girl,<br />Evaporation dear.<br />Got me back on eight, no time at all."<br /><br />(I'm now friends with a spider named Templeton!)ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-38484752576249926312010-12-14T01:21:00.000-08:002010-12-14T01:35:20.268-08:00That Squirrel Called MerleSo this past quarter for school I have been super busy and it's mostly because I was in the show Cinderella, which I loved! I had such a good time playing dress up, dancing and making so many friends. Seriously, I love to waltz. It's kind of the best. Why did it ever go out of style? Sad.<br /><br />Anyways, since I was part of the ensemble I got to run around doing different roles and having fun. All of my characters were different levels of cluelessness, which is always quite amusing. Also, since I had experience during puppetry I got to manipulate the cutest squirrel ever put together at the beginning of the show and work the horse that pulled Cinderella in the carriage to the ball. Since I got such an amazing job I also got to dress up as a Rabbit/Footman. Which is basically all this post is about. I loved being a bunny! The outfit, the dance, the extra arm (so people thought my hand was behind my back instead of in the horse's head, shhh...) I loved it all. Except for my upper lip being worn and torn by the whiskers. That wasn't as fun, but it got better and wasn't as bad towards the end of the run. Anywho...I wish everyone could have seen it, but here is the cutest picture I've taken in a while... 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Last year when I saw Santa walking in a mall I wanted to body slam him to the ground. This time I got anxious and sick to my stomach and prayed he wouldn't talk to me, smile at me or even look in my direction. Is this a guilty conscious?<br /><br />I told a friend about this reaction as opposed to the reaction I had last year and we started to analyze it, but never quite finished. What we got from the two scenarios was that when I wanted to hurt Santa he had his back towards me and when I was caught like a reindeer in Rudolf's nose (headlights - sorry I had to) he was coming toward me. I guess I am more apt to attack an unsuspecting old man and throw up when he looks at me. I have a bright future ahead of me.<br /><br />Fight or flight? Depends...I'll be a warrior until I see that twinkle in the eye.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-14130991981048528532010-12-05T09:19:00.000-08:002010-12-05T09:34:10.324-08:00ScrewgedYay, it's December! I love this month. So many things to do, gifts to buy, family to see, weather to complain about... It's the best!!!<br /><br />December is also the time (and the only time) I find it good to listen to Christmas music. None of this listening to it in September and October. That's just ridiculous. You still have a few holidays to go through before Christmas. I hate when I am trying to look for Halloween paraphernalia and I have to pass several Christmas aisles to find the aisle of the holiday that is two months prior! Also, if stores could stop playing the darned Christmas music until after we've savagely eaten turkey and pies and cranberries and the likes I would be a much happier shopper.<br /><br />Anyways, I digressed. I am happy that it is December and I am now in the mood to listen to Christmas music. Yay! Except I don't have my Christmas music. Not so yay... It's all on the computer that I used to purchase the music off iTunes, which is currently broken under my bed and replaced with a smaller, cuter, non-broken version. I just don't understand why iTunes doesn't transfer the songs that I purchased from them. I get that they don't want to transfer the songs I uploaded from cds. Fine, I have to put them on again, but whatever. BUT I PURCHASED THEM FROM THEIR SITE AND ADDED MY ITUNES ACCOUNT TO MY NEW COMPUTER!!! What is going on. I hate them for not letting me listen to the songs I purchased for last Christmas during this December. My only hope is my super smart computer savvy brother can pull them from the depths of my other computer and restore them to listening awesomeness. Even if he can I'll already have wasted 2 weeks of the only month of the year in which it is acceptable to listen to them. Stupid iTunes. Stupid music. Stupid Christmas. Bah Humbug!ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-14156813171862355192010-11-02T10:29:00.000-07:002010-11-02T10:35:27.674-07:00Sober...Abstinent...Clean...In rehearsal last night a few people were talking about their weekend. I was sort of listening, but not really because it really wasn't interesting what they were saying. I tuned in again when they were looking for another way to say "straight-laced". Essentially they were trying to find a way to describe a person that doesn't drink, smoke or have sex. I thought about it for a second, turned to them and said, "Mormon".<br /> I still can't think of a what they probably were looking for, but I think I got pretty close.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-73693674260358231772010-10-05T23:15:00.000-07:002010-10-06T01:14:40.185-07:00The Girl Who Lost a ShoeAnother semester has started and I was not sure as to how I felt about going back to school. I'm terrified because I really have to start doing my thesis. Seriously, it's terrifying. So far I have been able to get someone to agree to be my Thesis Advisor and now I have two others on board for my committee. I've done a good job so far. I've completed about 5% of the work. Maybe that's being a little generous...oh man. I have so much to do!<br /> I was not looking forward to my Creative Dance in the Classroom Class, but thought Creative Drama in the Classroom sounded alright. I was planning on auditioning for the fall show and if I could get in I would be able to drop one class. Which one, which one. I found out that Creative Drama was not in the afternoons, but was instead going to be held at night, when rehearsals would be. What?!? Yeah, I know. If I was able to make the show I would have to remain in Creative Dance. Blech.<br /> The day has arrived. I make it to the first day of school and get to Creative Dance, late! Why? Because everyone and their best friend's cousin's aunt were arriving at school at the same time and clogging up University Ave. Whatever, I made it. What more do you want. So Creative Dance. We go over the syllabus. I'm going to be writing more lesson plans. YAY! Ugh. I don't know why I hate them so much. I see how they are totally useful when you want to teach, but I hate writing them for class because then you more than likely will have to take your class through some or all of what you planned. I know working with kids will be harder than working with these adults, but the way the adults act. It is sometimes almost patronizing. "Oh, your lesson plan is for a 6 year old? Let me act as crazy as possible because all 6 year olds will do this." Stupid.<br /> Then we start moving. Okay. I honestly hated this class, but I LOVE IT! I love being about to jump around and play and move and stretch and we are learning too. Fancy that! So I'm glad that if I drop something it is not this class. That would make me sad. I'm still not happy about the lesson plans though. Yuck.<br /> So between my first class and my audition I have 6 hours of nothing. I'm rehearsing the song that Jennifer helped me find the day before and I keep forgetting the harmony. I just have to drill it in. But I can't do that for 6 hours. Honestly, I can't remember what I did. It all goes by in a blur. But I finally make it to audition for Cinderella about an hour early and that's because I dawdled. I get my audition number...1. Because I'm obviously the first one there. And I keep going over my song in my head and hope that I look nice enough to be impressive.<br /> We go into the cattle call auditions and sit and I'm totally intimidated by everyone watching each other audition. I'm good at impressing a couple of people, but everyone? Forget about it. So I get called up and start to sing. La la la, all going well, where am I? What am I doing here? What are the words? Oh yeah, la la, oops there they go again. Oh man, it's the end of the verse. LA LA LAAAA!!! I actually sang words (when I remembered them) not just la'd. HORRIFYING! I just sat down and listened to everyone else perform. I couldn't help comparing myself to them. How come no one else forgot their words? Well a guy did, but he's not competition. I was screwed. Then we took a fifteen and got ready to dance. I was excited to get out of the heels and put on my flexible shoes. I changed and looked, but what is this? One shoe. That's right, you may think it prophetic that I was missing a shoe while auditioning for Cinderella. I didn't find it amusing at the moment though. I had to dance in characters shoes. Not as comfortable, but it could have been worse.<br /> I get through the song(sort of) and dance and the waiting begins. The next day callbacks went up, but I wasn't on them. That doesn't mean I was cut, but it didn't look like any solos. I had to wait the entire weekend. Do you know what that does to a person? Relaying their not so finest audition moment in their head, over and over and over and over...and over again. Pure torture. I finally call on Monday to see if the cast list is put up and the girl asks for my name and says that I'm part of the ensemble! Huzzah! Then I start thinking that she probably heard my name wrong and when I get down there for the read through everyone will look at me in pity for thinking I was good enough to get into the show. Sad, pathetic girl.<br /> Thankfully I was actually part of the cast and have been rehearsing my butt off for the past couple of weeks. It's tons of fun singing, but even more fun dancing. We've been waltzing mostly, but have done a few days of gavotte-ing as well. I'm excited. I love being a part of a cast again. I've missed it.<br /> So I dropped my Creative Drama class and am happy to keep my Creative Dance class. I also I going to a Yoga class to kill an hour of my now 7 hour break between Creative Dance and rehearsals. It's delightful. I love my teacher. He's cute. It's looking like it will be an action packed semester. I guess forgetting a shoe in the car isn't that bad when you get to have this much fun.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-23773046211337195602010-07-30T13:35:00.001-07:002010-07-30T13:47:50.424-07:00Seeing RedOkay, so I've realized in my life that I am not the greatest with money, but I also not the worst. I'm getting better and by looking up my account online every few days I am able to keep myself in check because I realize how much money I do not have and then I don't spend any. Sounds simple enough, but trust me, I'm a little (maybe a lot) stupid sometimes.<br /><br />But boy was I surprised to see a charge to my account for $26.16 from Redbox. The convenient little one-day movie rental kiosk. I had definitely not taken out that many movies at once and realized that someone had stolen my number and used it to rent movies! I felt sick and had to go to church feeling all sad for myself and my lost money.<br /><br />I thought about it all through church and got hit in the face with realization - OH...MY...GOSH...Had I returned that last movie? Surely I had. I had about 4 hours between my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays and would often go down rent a movie and watch it in the library and then return it, buy myself some dinner and go back to school. This was so routine that I didn't know how I could have not done it. I tried desperately to think about the last movie I rented and what I had done during that day. Seeing how it was almost a month before it was really difficult, but I kept getting the sick feeling that I lingered on campus reading outside, by my favorite tree. STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.<br /><br />When I came home, I was lost in the confusion of people being over and whatnot and momentarily forgot about the horror of my life. When it finally smacked me again I rushed to my room and in the only pocket I NEVER USE of my backpack (why are there sooo many pockets?) I felt the hard case of a movie I had never returned and paid greatly for. So now I own this movie and have the stupid Redbox case that will not look good with the rest of my movies. I wish that they would kindly send the real movie case to me seeing as how I paid for it and then some and I would most certainly return their dumb case.<br /><br />Sometimes, I'm an idiot.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-89937235657810876412010-06-20T00:31:00.000-07:002010-06-20T00:50:35.240-07:00For the People I Miss..Have you ever had a dream where you see someone that you haven't seen for a long time and that you desperately miss? I do sometimes and I can never figure out if it's something worthwhile to have. Because I see this person and whether I run to them and give them a huge hug that lasts forever, talk for a while or just sit casually beside them, it isn't quite right. When I wake up and they aren't there I sometimes hate my subconscious for mocking me and saying, "Look what you don't have, haha." But sometimes, sometimes I hold onto it and mix it with the real memories I have with this person. Sometimes it's really great to have, especially if that's all I can have at the moment.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-47761415884879276682010-06-06T23:41:00.000-07:002010-06-06T23:43:44.887-07:00This just happened...my throat hurts.Andrew<br />YOOOOOOU<br /><br />Me<br />Why I oughta!<br /><br />Andrew<br />Bring it shorty.<br /><br />Me<br />I'll bite your kneecaps off.<br /><br />Andrew<br />If you can reach that high!<br /><br />Me<br />Don't worry. I always carry my trusty step ladder. I'll take you down gigantor!<br /><br />Andrew<br />I will beat you up short stack!<br /><br />Me<br />I may be little, but I am scrappy.<br /><br />Andrew<br />More crappy than anything.<br /><br />Me<br />Oops you stepped in it. Sucks to be too tall to see your feet.<br /><br />Andrew<br />Sucks to your assmar.<br /><br />Me<br />Wah!<br /><br />Andrew<br />Exactly.<br /><br />Me<br />But...<br />But I don't have assmar.<br /><br />Andrew<br />Your about to get punched in the throat!<br />Andrew is offline.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-28853079813055738382010-04-15T15:08:00.000-07:002010-04-16T16:50:55.702-07:00Oh Poppet!!!Check this out...(CAUTION: It's kind of sad)<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SphHaiW7fzg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SphHaiW7fzg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />This is probably the saddest thing I have ever seen. Could you imagine realizing that your whole world is finely manipulated? Poor little guy.<br /><br />Now to make us happy again...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJRwRsvTn0w&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJRwRsvTn0w&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />At least this made ME giggle.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-50347542762640684632010-03-07T20:14:00.000-08:002010-03-07T20:29:58.062-08:00Much of MuchnessHere are some things I pondered while watching Alice in Wonderland...<br /><br />* I look cute in glasses. Very cute.<br /><br />* I LOVE Johnny Depp, Tim Burton, Danny Elfman and Lewis Carroll. I am envious of anyone and everyone that gets to work with them.<br /><br />* I don't have the right nose for glasses. They keep falling down and I have to nerdily push them up. I'm not sure if this was because I skewed it while in a mosh pit Freshman year, but it's crooked AND glasses fall, these must be related.<br /><br />* My head is wider than the average persons. I'm thinking that the 3D glasses are made for the average persons cranium and not mine. The spot where the stem hit the right side of my head over the ear started to hurt. So sad.<br /><br />* When I get married and have my twin boys I will name them Derek and Demetrius. Then I will get them good and chubby so they will be my fat boys. (I shall also refer to them as Tweedle Derek and Tweedle Demetrius.)<br /><br />* I'm actually fine with 3D movies. I thought that I hated all of them because of the ones that I have seen. What I found out is that I just hate the 3D movies that constantly throw things at you. SO ANNOYING!!! (Now if they would make contacts instead of glasses to watch them...)<br /><br />* I know why I like staying for the credits. It's my time to digest the movie and what just was presented before anyone has a chance to talk to me about it. It is a good time for reflection. (Also I love reading everyone's names and finding the most ridiculous one's to read out loud.)<br /><br />* I love the Alice in Wonderland stories. They are delightful and entertaining.<br /><br />* Stupid people should be banned from attending the theatre. This definitely includes the people that bring their children (especially babies!) to see movies after 8pm. PUT THE KIDS TO BED IDJITS!!!<br /><br />* I like the word idjits.<br /><br />* Maybe a pig would be a good pet if it would keep my feet warm.<br /><br />* Mom says bagel funnily...hehehe!<br /><br />* I always giggle when Heather burps.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-85411932775173058582009-12-15T21:36:00.000-08:002009-12-15T21:42:18.592-08:00Saving SantaI was walking in the mall the last week and I saw the place where people come take pictures with Santa. Santa wasn't in his oober plush chair, but was walking away with security to probably take a smoking break or something. When I saw him leaving I felt the urge to run up to him and body slam him. Taking down the old man seemed like the most logical thing to do. Sometimes I think I should act on these aggressive urges I have instead of pushing them aside to look normal on the outside. That's all.<br /><br />(Santa totally deserved to be tackled. I'm just saying.)ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-26876954329710273402009-11-13T21:06:00.000-08:002009-11-13T22:56:15.250-08:00One Year Older and Still Acting My Moccasin SizeTuesday was my birthday and let me tell you it was delightful! <br /><br />Earlier in the year I wondered what day of the week my birthday would land on ad when I saw that it would be a Tuesday I was so happy. Tuesday is my favorite day of the week. There are many things to celebrate about Tuesdays. You can eat as many tacos as you want on Tuesdays and people can't complain. It's Taco Tuesday and that's the rule. Taco's on Tuesday or no dessert for you.<br /><br />When I would travel with the rest of the Pilch's for the traveling Shakespeare show Pericles I would insist on Taco Tuesdays. They started off all enthusiastic about it and then they realized that I meant every Tuesday. (Well, DUH!) There were grumbled complaints, especially since we only toured Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I pretended I didn't hear and continued the jubilant enforcement of Taco Tuesday. YAY! Now, all those complainers will sometimes get together on a Tuesday for tacos with out me. They do it on purpose to make me feel left out. Whatever, this Bitty doesn't even care, so take that!<br /><br />For whatever reason when I started Grad school this past September I decided it would be a grand idea to put classes on Tuesday and Thursday and then the rest of my week would be totally free and I wouldn't have to travel all that way to school so much. Best idea ever! Then, about Octoberish, I realized that I had to go to school ON MY BIRTHDAY! WHAT?!? I know! Worst idea ever!<br /><br />What's the other great thing about Tuesdays? Me, it's me! I was born on a Tuesday YAY!!! So this is how my birthday went. I woke up and got sung "Happy Birthday" to outside the bathroom door by mom and Heather. Heather hoped I was on the toilet. HAH! Showed her, I had already moved on to checking myself out in the mirror. They had cinnamon rolls and orange juice for breakfast. D-E-LICIOUS! Then I had to go to class. Blah! You're probably wondering why I didn't just ditch. 1. I have a hard time doing that. I can sleep through class, sure, but just not show up? Scandalous! 2. We had to do some class participation stuff. Theatre classes you really need to be there because it's never just taking notes. They always make you participate.<br /><br />I went to class and participated. I'm kind of adverse to group work because everyone else isn't as smart as me. I know this because if they were as smart as me they would be doing what I think they should be doing and not question my great ideas. I live in a world of stupids. They show up in every group I am. It's tragic really. This group wasn't as stupid as most because it took them only a little while to realize that I was worth listening to and we accomplished things so much quicker. Maybe there's hope (but probably not).<br /><br />Then I drove to Disneyland and met mom and Heather there. Oh man, was that fun. I got to choose whatever we were to do because it was my birthday. Usually I hate being the one to make decisions, but I knew this was coming and had mentally prepared myself for it. We went on Peter Pan, which wasn't as smooth sailing as it used to be. Also, it was very dark. Next was Pirates of the Caribbean. It was quite bumpy at the loading area. I almost rumbled out of my seat. (I didn't because I was in the middle, but Mom splashed out of the boat and in the wet water. She wasn't pleased. Nor were we. What was she thinking? The boat behind us fished her out and now she lives with them.) It was darker in this ride too! Then we went on Haunted Mansion which had all of the Nightmare Before Christmas stuff everywhere and was delightful. I love it mucho, especially when you get in your "DOOOOMBUGGY" and the creepy guy is instructing you to stay seated and then the funny spanish speaking guy says, I presume, what the creepy voiced guy just said, but in a funny spanish voice. Not scary at all. Keep those dos manos inside the "DOOOOMBUGGY"! This ride was dark too, what is the DEAL Disneyland? Are you using those stupid energy saving lights that take forever and a day to brighten so by the time the park closes they are almost to full brightness? What a stupid idea going green is sometimes.<br /><br />I wanted to go on the Winnie the Pooh ride because they sing happy birthday. It's to Pooh, but we pretend it's for the birthday individual. It would have been me this time! But alas, it had a sticky situation and I was not sung to by pre-programmed animatronic characters. It could have been a horrible day...BUT I had gotten Disney dollars to spend in the park and I purchased a lovely pair of moccasins that I had my eye on for months! HUZZAH!!! They are quite comfortable.<br /><br />Throughout the day family and friends sent their "happy birthday"'s to me. I was quite popular, for the most part. Erin finally came and we chowed down on delicious food. Not tacos. What? But it was a Tuesday! I know, we had Birthday Taco's the night before so unclench your buttocks and move on. It was my birthday and I made a rule that since we were celebrating it for a couple days anyway might as well treat it as one looong day, with 8 hour naps scattered here and there. I got a cupcake for dessert, mmm-hmmm.<br /><br />We had to leave about this time because I had to drive all the way back to school for my night class and Erin and mom were going to catch a flight to Utah. Why they would chose such a destination to go to on MY BIRTHDAY of all days. It's not that they left on vacation on my birthday, but that they chose Utah. If they were going to, say, Djibouti I wouldn't be angry because: 1. It has an awesome name and 2. It isn't Utah. I shall get over it eventually. It's just the principle of the thing!<br /><br />Getting to class was so awful. I was stuck in traffic and was 25 minutes late to class. Oh the shame! I hate being late to places. But I was able to learn some stuff while I was there anyways so it wasn't too bad. When I left that night I started to feel sick (lightheaded and dizzy) and was scared to drive home. I told Heather I may not make it. I put my sweatshirt on and put the AC on my face and it helped me feel better and so I made it home in safety. Thank goodness! That would be tragic to die on my Birthday! The people who ignored me on that day would have felt mighty awful, now wouldn't they? (You know who you are and so do I!)<br /><br />When I went to bed I felt oober sick again and put a cold dishcloth on my face to help me fall asleep. It helped cool me down, but it didn't help me not think about dying. Oooh boy. Whenever I get sick I think I'm going to die, because I don't get really sick that often. I was thinking about how I don't have a will. What was I doing at my now old age without a will? So I started going through my head who would get what of what I owned and believe me was this hard to do! Some of the things went easily to people, but then I thought of someone that I should probably leave something for, but I didn't have anything that they would want or need. It put into perspective how much of my stuff wasn't worth beans. I was going to write down what I would give to people here, but then I don't want people to feel insulted if I forgot to give them something or forgot what I had intended to give them (I was sleepy, it happens) AND I especially don't want people to kill me just to get my stuff. I may create a hidden will someday, but for now I feel that the only way to remain un-murdered is to keep my will in my head so that if you kill me you won't know what you get. Done and done!<br /><br />Thanks for all the "Happy Birthday"'s! Love you all!ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-78852680192519359662009-09-05T23:44:00.000-07:002009-09-06T00:06:01.674-07:00Who gets to thrust these people down to hell? That might be a good job...Today was a pretty good day. My hours for work were cut because the store didn't make enough money this week to keep them. However, a couple hours after I should have started they called and asked if I wanted to come in and get some of those hours back. Of course! I went in and it made me feel slightly happier with the world.<br /><br />Work was good. I was able to be on the register and in the fitting room for a while, which are the places I like to work the best. I was on the register being happy and helpful and going as fast as I could so that the customers were happy. Seriously, I thought about how I doing pretty alright even though there were like a zillion sales going on. I was keeping up for the most part.<br /><br />Then it happened. I realized that many sales back something bad had happened. I remember this lady and her daughter so well. I was so nice to them and tried to help them as happily and quickly as I could. It was later that I found out that they had cheated the store AND me. I'm not going to say exactly what happened, but all you really need to know is they lied and basically stole.<br /><br />I honestly couldn't believe it had happened and talked to the head cashier and a manager about it and we all concluded that this lady had screwed the system AND me. What a horrible person. There really wasn't anything we could have done about it. I mean this was a tricky scam, but don't think that I will be duped twice. NO SIR!!! This will never happen to me again. I know what to look for and will spot this scam from a mile away. Forsure.<br /><br />The head cashier said that I shouldn't worry about it and asked if I was mad. I should have been mad. But no. When it came down to it I felt betrayed. You know that feeling when you have been lied to? That was it. I couldn't believe that someone could do something like that. I don't know how people feel justified doing something like that. I can't even fathom doing something like that. Never. My manager said that this was because I was raised right. I'm glad I have a good family because these people may think they have a good life, but really they must feel so empty. I feel bad for that lady, but I feel worse for her daughter that was right there learning from her mother's bad behavior.<br /><br />People feel that they are screwing the man when they steal from stores especially big companies. They must feel that the company doesn't need the money and they can afford to lose some money to them. That's not true. Who it really screws is associates like me that have hours cut because the store is not making the money is should be making. Honestly, this pay period has not been happy for me because of people like this lady who have been stealing from the company I work for. When the store loses money they have to cut back on hours and so those people that actually do an honest days work lose out on opportunities to work. So now I am mad that these people who feel they have the right to steal, and even do it for a living, have taken away my opportunity to get paid. I don't appreciate it. I will never forget that ladies face and feel I have the right to kick her in the teeth if I ever see her again.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-69101827755911864022009-08-04T00:11:00.000-07:002009-08-04T00:37:26.146-07:00Good energy flowing in from the South-West, take heed.I've been sleeping sooo restlessly these past couple of days. I can't stand not being able to lie down and automatically fall asleep. How do other people do it? Maybe I need a new bed time ritual. Maybe I just need a new bed. I'm thinking the latter.<br /><br />I've never been a normal sleeper, I don't think. I move around A LOT!!! People have told me that they feel sorry for my husband when I finally do get married. I don't blame them; I feel sorry for my poor future husband. I've always looked at the whole Lucy/Ricky relationship as ideal (I mean it!) They are totally loving husband and wife, but they get their own beds! How awesome is that? I'm sure there were some nights that they pushed them together. They had a kid for goodness sake. But honestly, I've always considered that as being the perfect solution for my married life. Is that sad?<br /><br />I'm not sure what position I tend to stay in sleeping. I feel that I am 70% side sleeper. But it's more of a twisty pretzel side sleep; hard to explain. But then there are nights where stomach sleeping is delightful or I need to be on my back. Pillows under my head, pillows under my legs, no pillows at all. It's kind of ridiculous sometimes the amount of positions I try before I can fall asleep. And then, I guess I keep trying to get comfortable throughout the night because I move sooo much. Slightly annoying (and that's me thinking that, could you imagine what my husband would say? It would probably be more than slightly). I thought that I would grow out of it, because that is what people said, so that by the time I was ready to get married I wouldn't get my husband out of bed (on accident). By this rate of growing out of it I won't get married until I'm 50. Forreal.<br /><br />Then there is the whole trouble of directions. I feel that my body has this weird inner compass that only lets me sleep when my head is pointing the right way. Whether it's north, south, east or west. I'm not joking. This is a serious problem. Lately I've been sleeping with my head going South East, but last night I could not fall asleep for the life of me. I thought it was because I was sick so I got up and took some medicine and went back to bed. At this point my internal compass took over my body and laid me down with my head going South West (more west than south though). I fell instantly asleep. You may think it was the drugs. Hah! You would be wrong! It was totally my body needing to be pointing another way. I slept pretty good for the few hours of sleep after that.<br /><br />The way I sleep is definitely interesting, there's no doubt about it. It's annoying and frustrating trying to figure out what my body wants to do, but I have been getting better at figuring it out closer to the start of the bedtime routine. It may be because I've been sick that I've been totally off my game. Let's hope that's it. I've become okay that I'm an abnormal sleeper and it may be my claim to fame one day? Okay, I guess I can't go that far, but it's all good.<br /><br />My poor husband though... :/ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-60833785305981563622009-07-17T21:06:00.000-07:002009-07-17T21:22:24.146-07:00Free Willy!William attempted suicide. I KNOW!!! I was shocked. I mean he has a great life, which includes me so what does he have to be upset about?<br /><br />I guess he could be upset that his water was low...but come on! When my room gets messy so does his bowl so he needs to deal with it right? Wrong. He tries to find a way out. So sad his little life came to this. It made me feel like a bad person.<br /><br />I finally saw how depressed he was and how he would ignore me more than usual (I think he's been picking up some tips from Molly on how to ignore the people that love you and feed you.) but the thing that made me really take an interest in taking the time to clean his disgusting bowl was seeing that whenever he moved his fin would come out of the water a little. Poor William.<br /><br />I was going to bed and was feeding him when I realized I needed to help a guy out. I wrote on my message board "<span style="font-weight:bold;">SAVE WILLIAM!!!</span>"<br /><br />The next day I proceeded to do so, but when I was transferring the little fella from his nastiness into a clean cupful of water he jumped ship! I was talking to Emily on the phone and was so scared. I put her down on the counter and tried desperately to pick up William, who seemed intent on lying on the counter until he was as dry as it was. Every time I would pick him up he would wiggle away and my mind sped..."How long can he survive without water?" "This is really gross." "I can't lose him, I'd be a failure." "I'm not sure I like the way he feels." "One Mississippi...two Mississippi...three Mississippi..how long do I have?"<br /><br />Finally, I screamed at him to let me pick him up and he did! I don't know how big a fish's brain is to begin with, but he must have lost some brain cells to give in and obey me. Holy Hannah! I was so relieved that he wasn't going to die.<br /><br />William's bowl is clean, he's getting fed and his colors coming back. This fish has gone through rehab twice now. Once for being anorexic and not eating his food and now for this. I may have to watch him more carefully this time around so that he doesn't go off the deep end and shave his head or something.<br /><br />Just keep swimming!ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-70559099718816449412009-07-11T22:02:00.000-07:002009-07-11T22:10:05.758-07:00Ultimate Takedown? Meh, I'm for Peace.Many of you may recall the blog where I did on all call "bring it" for a competition where I would kick butt. I may have stuck my foot in my mouth because I'm not as tough as I think I am.<br /><br />I kind of gave up on the whole competition the week after I started. I mean, I was amazing and totally do good, but then I lost interest and stopped my amazingness.<br /><br />Don't think you won. You didn't. I know for a fact you didn't do as well as you thought you would either. We both stopped and it was a mutual decision for no final throw down. You are good, I'm amazing and we'll leave it at that.<br /><br />Loves you, mean it!ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-71657303109651520412009-06-30T10:10:00.000-07:002009-06-30T10:18:35.590-07:00Dear Phelps Fans - You should have known, but if you didn't....It's a day for all to celebrate!!! Because we are all PHELPS FANS!!! WOO-HOO!!!<br /><br />So I turned to this month on my amazing Michael Phelps calender and found something to look forward to. You'll never believe it...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">TODAY IS MICHAEL PHELPS' BIRTHDAY!!!</span><br /><br />So in honor of Phelps from the ultimate Phelps Fan I send out a special Happy Birthday!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xyberlog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/michael-phelps.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.xyberlog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/michael-phelps.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />It's time to celebrate Phelps Fans, it's time to celebrate!ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-21766764162631184172009-06-16T12:23:00.000-07:002009-06-16T12:53:06.183-07:00WE WON!!!Sooo...I bet you all are wondering, "WHAT HAPPENED???"<br /><br />I got sick! So last the fourth game win was supposed to be me all sarcastic about the refs and the abc announcers. Let's save some time...I hate them. Now that that's summed up. Fisher rocked that game and I love him to death.<br /><br />Sunday! I worked... :( I missed the entire game and was happy to hear that we won the NBA Finals. Does this sound anti-climatic? That's how it felt to me. I was happy, but I didn't experience it with them so...I was an outcast and felt stupid.<br /><br />THEN I watched it last night (yeah for MOXI...like TIVO, but so much better!) I couldn't help my emotions. I was ecstatic, proud, joyful...etc. etc. etc! At the end of the game during the celebrations I even teared up some. I KNOW!!! I'm a dweeb, but it is sooo awesome and I love the Lakers and I love the game. It's totally the best and I love everything right now! Perma-grins to go around!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaMIjtfk7vxFCzn5jQWQDvBsMNU_0a7c0WvgoHSaqHHWRSdLPhKAS7xsKm_oZ5Dv1bGIiNZtK5yxbHdDvKmNyIjcNqts7Ikfq58c0WGHV8PJklTrJLhfC-KxbhXp1qQfMlh4Qg057QgQo/s1600-h/jumping+for+joy.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyaMIjtfk7vxFCzn5jQWQDvBsMNU_0a7c0WvgoHSaqHHWRSdLPhKAS7xsKm_oZ5Dv1bGIiNZtK5yxbHdDvKmNyIjcNqts7Ikfq58c0WGHV8PJklTrJLhfC-KxbhXp1qQfMlh4Qg057QgQo/s320/jumping+for+joy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348015530649090082" /></a><br />So the Lakers are the best and are much loved and mean more to me than I thought. I wish I could watch the parade, but I have to work again. That's okay, we have MOXI! AWESOME!!!<br /><br />If people had sent pictures we would also have a commemorative Lakers NBA Champions DVD, but you guys aren't as committed or something...I dunno.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSr7aF_r7g5AasENiKdG-754Yc0KZfwjsIa4UfZkWeR6ZJoBXrsOxO4FAprTlxsRrkr-bG603N1vz8dVbQQPw2GNmEzqofohqNujGQHit4lyG3INFTAni2hjoVQtRclBYOVP4ecVKSTb93/s1600-h/team+shot.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSr7aF_r7g5AasENiKdG-754Yc0KZfwjsIa4UfZkWeR6ZJoBXrsOxO4FAprTlxsRrkr-bG603N1vz8dVbQQPw2GNmEzqofohqNujGQHit4lyG3INFTAni2hjoVQtRclBYOVP4ecVKSTb93/s320/team+shot.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348015786334113106" /></a>ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5396282275692101779.post-37551212718894271322009-06-09T20:47:00.000-07:002009-06-09T21:46:43.019-07:00Game 3 - Not Meant to BeHere's what happened. The Lakers did not make their free throws. That's ridiculous! Come on!<br /><br />I do love however that the confetti came down for the Magic's "win" with 0.2 still on the clock. They had to wait for all of that presumptuous confetti to be cleaned up before the Magic went for their final free throws and put them down for the win. At least they can make their free throws. Bah!<br /><br />The game was close and the Lakers were able to stay close the entire game and only lost by four (108-104). If they had made those free throws...<br /><br />Moving on. Some of my favorite things that have come from these finals are commercials. It's great that we don't just have presumptuous confetti, but also presumptuous commercials! Both Nike and Vitamin Water were counting on the Cavaliers facing off against the Lakers in the finals pitting LeBron against Kobe! Nike has some delightful puppet commercials that alternate as to which player teases the other. The best is when LeBron doesn't make it and is left alone with asthmatic Dez. Check it out...<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtzQ0eXVoJo&annotation_id=annotation_875250&feature=iv<br /><br />You can then watch the rest after that by following the links on youtube. You should, because it just gets more and more delightful. YAY!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjECQLMMT7iza3VVBSho9IdCuCTOrp_LhnMz5N-CzbJb4HFUxcJOrlJdnwGOXdT9_nQKfVo-JF2KVJ3zvi9Nq6yFZxfZgVFTAkS9_LzodH7KYKFbzsIOt_9YxClllJ8nA6vmCkK0fwZ-10/s400/kobe-lebron-nike-ad.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjECQLMMT7iza3VVBSho9IdCuCTOrp_LhnMz5N-CzbJb4HFUxcJOrlJdnwGOXdT9_nQKfVo-JF2KVJ3zvi9Nq6yFZxfZgVFTAkS9_LzodH7KYKFbzsIOt_9YxClllJ8nA6vmCkK0fwZ-10/s400/kobe-lebron-nike-ad.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Now Vitamin Water had a "who is better" contest with LeBron versus Kobe. It is quite dramatic and pretty awesome to watch. <br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9ilXA1bHg8<br /><br />Then LeBron and his team don't make it and Dwight Howard does! What are they to do? Do a mocu-mercial with Dwight Howard, Duh!!! <br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wi1U4supHk<br /><br />It's delightful and a pretty clever way to correct their oops. Congratulations Vitamin Water.<br /><br />Despite our loss tonight everything is good. It's just one game. And the only one that matters right now is game 4. Moving on to bigger and better things.ashleighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12854642745848900701noreply@blogger.com9