How small is this world? Years ago I worked as a game show host at an amusement park in a city about an hour away. Recently there's a dj on a local radio station with the same name as someone I used to work with, but the voice sounded a little different. Plus the last I heard, she was living in another state. So I called the radio station today during her shift, and it was her! Which is great, because she was one of my favorite people in the show. And the cable guy just showed up, and I just got out of the shower. So I need to get dressed.

I've edited my people, and added some online pictures. I just bought a digital camera to keep in touch with my fam after I move, and now I can't stop taking pictures of everything. Tosha got me socks for Easter and I took a picture of me wearing them and sent it to her. Yep. The important things in life. So check out pictures of my life. I'll be updating it regularly. Click here or on the link on the right.

I have become obsessed with my eyebrows. Casie said I should get them waxed, but I hate pain. And my eyebrows are in good shape naturally. But now all I can see are the few strays on the end. So I think I'm going to go for it. Geez, I feel like this is a life altering decision. This is EYEBROW WAXING for cryin' out loud. It's not like it will effect the outcome of the war.

Weird day so far. Didn't sleep well. Had very odd dreams. First was about Bill Gates. He kidnapped my sister and was downloading her memories onto little chips, and she was losing herself. We were running around this huge compound trying to escape, but all these tourists were fascinated with this technology and didn't realize how evil it was. Then I was in this huge church for some sort of audition I wasn't supposed to be at. We had to sing. I am not a singer. I had to change clothes in front of everyone, and the audience and the judges and everyone in charge hated me. I knew I was going to suck. We had a rehearsal song, and I was horrible. So we're all filed into this huge church-like place, and we're sitting in rows. It's my turn, and I'm chewing gum, which I forget to take out. So I start my song and the gum is creaping out the side of my mouth. I take it out and hold it in my hand, trying to hide it, but it becomes this big ball that is slightly smaller than a cue ball. And I change my song. Amazing Grace. Which I only know the first verse to. But I totally kick ass. Then the audience sings the second verse, and I pick up on a few words. The third verse was the first verse again, and I sang that by myself. I had totally captivated the audience and they loved me. The last line I could hardly get out because I was crying. I got a standing ovation-completely rocking everyone. Then Robert De Niro was kidnapping people at my pool from my childhood and some guy was trying to stop him, and he got all the weapons out of his hand except a detonator, and he blew up the building. And someone I loved was in there. Don't know who, but I was very upset. Then I woke up and my head was stuffed and I sneezed for five minutes. Anyone want a cat?

I definitely do not trust mint Skittles.

Today was a great day. I checked my messages while I was at work and my dad left me the following:

"Hey, Ash, it's Dad. Just wanted to wish you a happy anniversary. Twenty-five years ago today your mother and I were driving home from Des Moines with you in the car. We were just thinking of you and wanted to say hi. Love ya."

I was born on January 23, 1978. The Year of the Blizzard. My parents adopted me, but because of the storm, I had to stay with another family for twelve weeks before they could pick me up. I went over there tonight to do laundry, and they told stories about how nervous they were. And how excited. And how they had no idea what they were doing.

"My mother drove home with us and stayed for one night. Then your dad went to work the next day and I was so scared I would do something wrong I thought I would throw up."

"The couple that kept you told us how you were able to sleep through the night. The first night we had you, you woke up once crying. We fed you, but you weren't too interested, and finally went back to sleep. Your mom and I stayed up all night worrying that we had messed everything up. We agonized and analyzed all night and finally decided that you were too cold. So the next night we put you in a sleeper with booties, and we haven't looked back since."

God. I'm really going to miss them.

Seven more weeks.

Then it's across the country.

Interesting evening. Went to see Willard. Which is so weird. I loved it. Came home. Paul stayed. At 5:30 in the morning he was really tossing and turning and woke me up.
"Are you okay?"
"No."
"What's wrong?"
Now, there are many things that I was thinking he would say. He felt sick, he was thinking about the day, lots of stuff. But never did I think he would say
"I just killed something on my face."
HOLY CRAP!!! Something was crawling on his face. If he hadn't stayed, that would have been me.
"Do you want me to turn the light on?"
"Yeah. I crushed it then threw it, and I can't find it."
So we turned the light on and looked in the sheets, on the cover, on the side of the bed.
"Here it is!!"
"Good God, don't pick it up!!"
He picked it up. It was one of the MUTANT GRASSHOPPERS!! Dear Lord in Heaven Above, that thing was ON HIS FACE!!! Needless to say, I didn't sleep for the rest of the morning. I kept feeling things crawling all over my body.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't

An interesting idiosyncrasy I have. When I get out of the shower, I completely close my curtain so it can dry and not get all mildewy. Normal. Everytime I go to the bathroom when my curtain is closed, I must first open it. No matter how bad I have to go. Why? Because what if there was a murderer behind there. And what is it that I think I would do if said intruder was, in fact, awaiting the call of my bladder? Or worse, some kind of monster or dead person. Great. Now I won't be able to sleep. Not normal.