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Trying to get back

Just a quick note: My posts lately have been and maybe still are going to be all over the map and inconsistent. I have felt somewhat mentally unfocused and disorganized than usual. Right now I need some time of simplicity to become refocused and regenerated, then I can put more of myself into my writing and posts.

I will be playing around with the appearance of this blog just to try some new things out. I have added a contact form on the contact page, so if you have any questions or comments, fill that out and it will be sent to my email.

LoveAshley @ Ultimate Blog Party 2012!

Ultimate Blog Party 2012

While doing my daily blog surfing, I came about this blog, 5MinutesForMom, talking about their Ultimate Blog Party 2012 and I knew I had to join. Bloggers are placed into categories, mine would best be described as a daily life and opinion blog, so this is my introductory post.

If you are from the blog party, my name is Ashley. I am a 20-something, not your average woman. I’m not married (yet) I don’t have any children. I do however, have many aspirations, interests, and thoughts. I’m working on a degree in journalism. I would love to write for a magazine but I’d also like to be able to do other kinds of journalism. I’ve been blogging on and off for about 10 years and I am by no means perfect at it, but writing and blogging are great passions of mine.

I’m a state pageant title holder, Miss Indiana International 2012, going for the title of Miss International this summer in Chicago. My personal platform I have chosen is raising awareness and prevention of domestic abuse. If you want to know more about that , visit here .

I tend to write thoughts on a variety of things from social commentary, feminist issues, thoughts on love and life, ways of the world, things that inspire me, and I also reveal a bit about my personal life and express myself through writing. This blog is a piece of who I am.

If you would like to know more about me, feel free to visit my About page. I have a photo album that I update at least weekly on flickr and also a youtube page where you can catch me hoop dancing and some other random home videos. Enjoy!

Congratulations to my sister!

I just wanted to take this post and say congratulations to my sister Danielle and her engagement to her long term boyfriend Chuckie! She called me last week and announced their wedding is planned for March 2013 and she wanted to let people know ahead of time so we can make plans to get down to Myrtle Beach. She also told me that she wants me to be a bridesmaid which I am excited about. I can’t wait! I always had a feeling she would be the first one out of us girls to be married. By the way, I just have to share how precious their proposal photos are.

My Worst Date Ever

I was going to create a post about this on another site but I decided to make this a blog post instead.

My worst dating experience, I’m going to estimate the time to be around 2004. I met this guy in one of my classes and he added me to facebook back when facebook was still primarily college students from selected schools. He was only in my class for a short time until he transferred out, but we still talked online. He asked for my number and we started talking over the phone too. A few weeks progress and he seemed really into me, but I wasn’t too sure how into him I was. To be honest, his profile threw me off a bit with the hundreds of photos at parties and many of them with different girls hanging on him and pics with beer in his hands. I had my doubts but I tried to think, “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” He finally asked me out on an official date and I figured I could only give him a chance and see where it went. He said we’d probably go out to eat. That sounded good to me so I agreed to go out with him. That night he picks me up and we stop by his apartment which is on BSU campus first, I can’t exactly remember why. His roommate comes and and starts talking about some campus party that was supposed to be later that night. I assumed this would be after our date but then he asks me if I’d be up for going to this thing. I was like, um hmmm, suuure why not, actually thinking, “There’s a chance for this to be good or bad.” We hang out at his apartment for another half hour or so and then takes me through the McDonald’s drive thru….yeeeah I guess that was supposed to be dinner, and then we drive around town for a while. Meanwhile he’s going on and on talking about himself trying to make himself sound really cool, talking about all these trips he goes on, cars he has owned, parties he goes to, his frat buddies, blah blah. It all sounded really phony and cliche though. I mean how much money can a 21 year old college student have who works at the bookstore on campus that not his parents money?

We go back by his apartment again and then there are 4 other people there and I am hoping this “date” or whatever it was picks up for the better. They appoint a DD out of the group and we all end up piling into one car to go to this party, which turns out to be some girl I don’t know’s 19th birthday party. “Oh, goody!” There was a line to the door half way down the block where they were charging $5 for a refillable cup for the keg. I didn’t have any cash on me at the time and my guy didn’t even acknowledged to offer so I politely asked him and he panted like he was annoyed and like I was dumb for not having cash on me. “Sorry I didn’t know we were attending Buffie’s birthday kegger!” (I didn’t say that, but I was thinking that)

So we get in and there’s tons of people I don’t know which for an introvert like me, was uncomfortable for me to begin with. I know this might sound a little condescending but by that time I was already over the whole campus party scene with a bunch of underage binge drinking, just not for me. I would only want to attend if it was people close to me, otherwise I’d rather go to a bar. So anyway my guy doesn’t introduce me to a single person. I try to jump into some conversations with people who come up and talk to us, but my guy quickly forgets I am even there and starts going off doing his own thing. At this point I am thinking, “This is not a date at all.” When I hadn’t seen him in a while, I hear one of his friends say he took a few people to the liquor store because they wanted their own thing. He was gone for 30-45 mins.

He gets back and continues to act like he barely knows me so I just decide to forget him too. I started in on a game of beer pong and flippy cup and was terrible at it but at least it was entertaining for a little bit. Some time later I find him trying to dance up on this really drunk, overtanned, scantily clad girl that was gyrating like a stripper in the middle of the living room and I swear I could see drool coming down his face. I went over to him and said “When you find the strength to pry yourself from this skankaroo, I am ready to go.” He was like, “…are you mad at me?” I said, “Something like that.” A few minutes later we get back in the car and I ask him if he’s good to drive and he says yes but as we started driving I was a bit doubtful but we make it home safe and then in my driveway the weirdest thing happened. He suddenly lunges at me to hug me goodbye and tries to kiss me and I turn my head and he barely got my cheek. Then he says he’s sorry and reaches his hand back around my lower back and gives me a side hug and his hand grazed my butt and I was like “Ok! I gotta go, later!” wasn’t sure what had just happened but it just felt really messed up for him to suddenly try to touch on me after he had ignored me all night. I just didn’t get it. Was that a normal thing now?

Needless to say, I never spoke to him again and he never tried to contact me again either. I think he knows he made an ass out of himself. God that was the worst excuse for a “date” I have ever encountered. Maybe I should have trusted my instinct from the beginning.

The Art Of Hoop Dancing

I have recently mentally immersed myself into a new and totally unexpected interest that will probably become my new hobby for the year. I never even knew what hoop dancing was until maybe a few months ago. I remember watching the video for Justin Timberlake’s song What Goes Around, Comes Around which features a fire hoop dancer and other fire performers at various points in the video and thinking, “How fricking cool is that?!”

More recently however, while I was at the Indy ScreamPark back in October, I saw a girl hooping with a lighted cosmic (LED) hoop, and then she started hooping with torches lit around them. She wasn’t just hooping like we all did when we were kids. She was incorporating all these dance steps and tricks into the mix and I hadn’t really seen anything it much before. I thought it was so cool. I knew at that point that was something that looked fun and I wanted to try it. That night, it was dark so I didn’t immediately recognize who was hooping, but I later discovered that the girl was an old friend/co-worker of mine from Pizza King. Her name is Laura. I hadn’t seen or talked to her in a couple years, so I looked her up on facebook and found out that she makes custom day hoops and sells them. I asked her about pricing and then did some research and found out that the hoops used for dancing are different than the kids toys sold a local stores. Dancing and performing hoops are usually a little bit larger and more weighted than toy hula hoops, so I decided to ask her to make one in my choice colors pink and black. I was able to meet with her yesterday and here is my first hoop that I will be using to practice with.

Thanks Laura! It will probably take me a few months to learn anything, and I hate that because I want to know how  to do it all now. Apparently, hoop dancing is quickly emerging into the mainstream field of performance entertainment as well as a form of exercising. But before I get into all that, I probably just need to learn a thing or two first. So far today I spent about a half an hour getting comfortable with waist hooping and trying to walk while hooping. It appears my garage will have to be my practice space, since it’s January and all. Laura told me about this place that is a music venue and bar where they have hoopers get together and learn and practice on Monday nights, so I plan on getting into some of that later.

Laura doing her thing.

Browsing youtube, I came across this girl whose style and performance I really like.

Has anyone else had experience with hooping? Feel free to share.

Finding The Leader In Me

I am the oldest of my sisters, and just like most first born children, there was always this expectation of me to set an example. I was supposed to do everything first and be the most brave, responsible, and nurturing. I think as a child, I held up to that standard pretty well. I got up first to get ready for school. I started waking up to my own alarm at around age 8 pr 9. Then I would get my sister up and fix her breakfast. I made sure she got ready in time, helped her in school and with her homework. I told her all about what it was like to be in my grade, told her what to expect and gave her advice. I didn’t really have anyone to give me the detailed advice I gave her. I had to experience it first. Being the first born out of them was something I identified with.

But the funny thing was, that even though I had always been seen as the “leader of the pack” among my sisters, it wasn’t that way otherwise. I was never the top student in class, or the lead singer in the choir,  or the lead part in the play. And I wasn’t the leader among my groups of friends either. I didn’t know why. I was always out shined by people with stronger personalities and abilities. I didn’t mind it. I didn’t always want all that pressure and extra attention. I was ok with sitting back and observing others being the leader. I was actually kind of relieved that I got to relax and let someone else do the work, I didn’t want to be a leader anymore and I started to identify more with being a follower. That characteristic became more prominent the older I got.

Then as a teenager, I became pretty interested in the zodiac. I would read all about my sign, Leo. There it was again. The Leo is of course the lion. And what is a lion? A leader. Nearly every single description of people born under the Leo sign was supposed to be a “natural born leader” as well as “dramatic, dominant, independent,  loves the spotlight and attention.” Anything that had to do with being alpha.  I always thought, “Well that doesn’t describe me at all!” I began wondering if God messed up in creating me under that sign.

However, it seems that as I go through life I am still expected to be in some kind of a leadership position, and I usually try to avoid it. How am I supposed to be a leader when I don’t even like to walk in front of other people? When I worked at Pizza King a few years ago, I heard from a co-worker that it was in talks of offering me a supervisor position because one of the main ones was leaving, which many of my co-workers at the time sought after, but it scared me more than anything. I wondered if I could handle it or like it. The extra pay and hours sounded nice, but I still wasn’t sure if it was going to be worth what all I knew they had to deal with. Well it turned out the girl didn’t leave after all so I was never officially offered the position, and I was actually relieved.  At my job now, there are team leaders who basically train new people, and every year, I think, they appoint new people who have been working there for a while and they trust  to become a trainer, and I had a feeling for a while that they might ask me to be one, and I tried to show my lack of interest in that. I just didn’t want to have to worry about showing anyone the ropes and wondering if they were understanding what I was doing and saying. I didn’t want to worry about taking the responsibility over the work efficiency of someone else or anyone blaming me if a trainee screws up or slacks around. All I want to do is go to work and worry about my job only, and then leave.

I wonder if my lack of interest in taking lead on things has to do with my hang up about decision making. A great deal of being a leader is about making decisions, and as I have talked about before, I am not particularly good at making decisions, or at least I am not confident about them when I face choices. Just the other day, I was sitting here with my boyfriend and we were trying to figure out what to eat. We knew we wanted pizza, but it was a matter of getting a carry out pizza or buying one from the grocery store. We were listing our options and I exclaimed, “Ugh I don’t know! Too many choices!”  He stated, “Actually there’s only 2.” I jokingly rebuffed, “That’s still too many,” as I smiled and then somehow not long after that we just finally went with getting one from the grocery store. I realized how silly it was that I had trouble making a decision about pizza, and when there were only two choices, but I was making it seem like a much bigger deal.

Something recently has got me thinking about this for some reason. With it being the holidays and all, I am always bummed because I miss the days when my immediate family were together. Now everyone has spread all over the US and is doing their own thing with little means or incentive for getting together. Maybe it bothers them too, but I feel this instinct that it’s my job to try to rally everyone up again and draw us closer together again, literally and figuratively. There are some issues between a couple of my family members, and I have always tried to encourage a makeup between them, I  have been told that there’s nothing I can do. But still, I feel an obligation. I feel like, if I tried, I can have influence to help things between them, and ultimately all of us. But to do that, I am going to have to take the lead, and for this, I am not scared. This isn’t just something I feel like I have to do, but it’s something I want to do. Okay, so I understand I can’t make any of them do anything or make up, but I am willing to try to help encourage better understanding and communication, and then they can make the decisions on their own about how they want to get along.

This is the first time I feel like I actually want to take the lead in something. I think this and other issues than I am passionate about, I am not as reluctant to be a leader so maybe I am starting to break out of the shell from being a cowardly lion. I still need to work on my decision making, so I am going to start with small things, build my confidence in those things and move up to bigger decisions. Hopefully I will one day successfully become the lioness I was born to be.

My Year In Photos

My photos from the past year.

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Christmas 2010

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Monster Jam

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At the MAX Bowling Event

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At the radio station

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Calendar photo

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Went to visit my mom for a week down by Bloomington, and dug up some old photos.


Summer fun!

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Indy Screampark

All of these can be found on my Flickr album!

The Art Of Belly Dance

Lately I have been seriously considering getting into belly dancing. Now before some of you freak out and think that it’s all about scantily clad women showing off, I invite you to watch a couple of videos I came across if you have a little bit of time.

This first video is a belly dancer named Jalila. This is probably the best routine that I have came across from watching clips of belly dancers on youtube during the past couple of weeks. She’s great!

Next is a video blogger that I have been watching for a while. Her username is SickMouth. She talks mostly about women’s issues and I just love her discussions. She did one about belly dancing a little bit ago because she has been taking classes. I thought she had some really interesting thoughts on the issue.

I have always admired belly dancers and the dance itself as an art form. There is something very sensual and creative that I would love to try out, so I have been doing a little bit of research on the history of belly dance and how it came to be, and it’s really quite interesting.

I decided to learn a bit about it first and then I will start taking classes probably sometime next year. I’m not sure if I will get into performing, but it would at least be something fun to do as a past-time.

Has anyone had any experience with belly dancing?

10 Facts About Me

I got this post idea from Helga, and I asked her if I could steal it. I will try to make these not so obvious or boring.

1. I was born with a clubbed foot. When my mom was pregnant with me, she fell and my foot became twisted and stuck behind her rib and it grew there. When I was born, my foot was twisted backwards and I had to have corrective surgery asap. I wore braces and casts for the first 2 years of my life. Now it’s fine and it doesn’t affect how I do anything, but my left foot is a size 5 and my right foot is a size 6.

2. Me and my boyfriend have 5 snakes. Two pastel ball pythons, one spider ball python, one normal ball python, and one grey banded king. One of the pastels is the snake in my calendar photo. We keep all of them inside plastic tubs on a rack in our bedroom.

3. I am distantly related to Edgar Allan Poe and James Whitcomb Riley. My mom is a great writer and so was my grandma. I believe I inherited the writing gene.

4. I have a birthmark on the back of my neck that is just a dark brown area that looks like dirt. It’s kinda big but not many people ever see it since my hair covers it most of the time.

5. My last name is French Canadian.

6. I used to be in gymnastics when I was 9 and 10. I wish I would have continued with it.

7. I can’t go a day without drinking Pepsi or having something chocolate. Well I can, but I don’t want to.

8. Celebrity gossip is a guilty pleasure. So it watching America’s Next Top Model and Dr. Phil.

9. I want to have a tiger as a pet one day, like Princess Jasmine.

10. I have become quite addicted to dubstep in the past year.