Tuesday, July 16, 2013


There are some things that people do that make me perceive them as creeps.  One of the things I notice from time to time that automatically makes me think something Dexter-like is going on is blacked out windows on vans.  I don’t care who you are, you’ve killed someone in my book.  I also feel scared when people don’t have permanent window coverings (i.e. sheets, fabric or even foil covering windows in a home).  I will give you a pass if you’ve just moved in or maybe even if you are remodeling but come on people, get some blinds.  You don’t even have to get nice blinds, just regular old blinds will do – I’ll even accept vertical blinds if I have to.   

I also think people who pay cash for everything are creeps.  I’m not talking the occasional item, I’m talking everything!  Why don’t you have a bank account of some sort – you are leading me to believe you don’t pay taxes and are paid in pure cash and let’s face it, any job that always pays you cash is never good (hit man, drug dealer, I’m sure there are others). 

In conclusion, don’t be a creep.  This may sound harsh but just keep in mind that I’m not judgmental, I’m just observant.  J  

Thursday, July 11, 2013

I miss you...

The only time ice cream is bad is when it doesn’t exist.   We all have our favorite flavor and mine happens to be Chocolate Chip and it must be made by Blue Bell (nothing else exists to me).  When I say Chocolate Chip, I don’t mean Mint Chocolate Chip or Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and definitely not Cookies and Cream…I mean Chocolate Chip.  I rarely want anything sweet but when I do, this is my go-to item.  Or was I should say.  That’s because my beloved Blue Bell put it on seasonal rotation which means 80% of the time, you cannot buy it in stores…anywhere.  It has sadly been replaced with gems such as Cotton Candy and Pineapple Upside Down Cake and duplicate flavors such as Homemade Vanilla, Natural Vanilla, Vanilla Bean, French Vanilla.  What the hell is going on here?   Blue Bell, if you’re reading this, I beg you to bring it back!! 

I must say that outside of this item, I am not very brand specific.  The only other thing I can think of is apple juice.  It must be Tree Top at all times or it shall be disposed of.  I could care less about laundry detergent, cleaning supplies, toilet paper, paper  towels, shampoo, makeup…I’m easy to please as long as my ice cream and my apple juice are handled properly.  I promise!

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Public Service Announcement

I'm the type of person that people will say absolutely anything to because they know I won't go off and slap them.  I have news though.  Someday, I will snap and I will probably go to jail that day because I've been holding my true reactions in for 29 years.  One of my favorites that I've gotten so, so, so many times:

"What are you?"

Me: "What do you mean?"

"What race are you?"

Me: "White?"

"Well, it doesn't look like it..."

How is this even explained?  I'm one of the whitest people I know.  Outside of my astounding dance moves and my secret love for 50 Cent, there isn't much that would lead people to any other conclusion but that this girl here, is white.  

As crazy as this is, things get markedly worse when you become pregnant.  People (read: women) say the most ridiculous things and give you the most absurd "advice" that make you hope and pray they don't actually have children of their own.  So far, in the few weeks that the outside world has known our news, I have sadly fallen victim to the following:

"I figured you were pregnant because every summer you get in really great shape...but not this year."

"Your skin has been really dry, have you told your doctor?"

"Look at you with your stomach just hanging out." - this one is particularly disturbing because never in my life, has my stomach been hanging out or over anything.  It still isn't.  

"Did you plan the baby?"

I strongly urge my friends who have not yet experienced this to start preparing now.  I never have anything good to say until about five minutes after the episode occurs and by then, it would be stupid to go back to them with my ill-timed comeback and expect them to take me seriously.  I am pretty damn good at facial expressions however, so if you really want to know how I feel when you say something insane, please take a good, long look at my face because I guarantee you, you will get my drift (read: go to hell).  

The moral of this story is, "If you can't say something nice, don't say nothin' at all."  Where is Bambi when you need it...

The good news about all of this is that the majority of people are extra nice to you while pregnant.  They tell you how good you look, that you are "glowing", etc.  In your mind you begin to question yourself..."Do I really look good or am I so hideous that they feel bad for me and wanted to give me a compliment?"  They probably are being sincere but I missed out on the confidence gene - sue me.  This has plagued me since the day I got made fun of for saying that dinosaurs were my favorite animal and for my fuzzy bangs in elementary school (which were so awesome in my mind that I couldn't understand why anyone would not want to have bangs like mine).  That's a whole other post though so we will stop here.  

If you zoned out while reading this (I don't blame you), please just take this with you: dinosaurs are still my favorite animal.  

Monday, July 8, 2013

My Life in Pictures...

Just a recap to get everyone up to speed.

I was born.  I was awesome as is clearly pictured below.  

I went to Texas A&M because my fifth grade teacher told me it was awesome and from that moment on, I HAD to go.

While I was there, I met him.  He was awesome.

We got married.  It was the best day of my life.

Fast forward almost six years later, and Baby Porter is on the way.  He/she is sure to be awesome.

And that's where this blog picks up...

One last picture to leave you with.  This is not us but they are...awesome.

Do I get bonus points for my usage of the word awesome in almost every sentence?  I do believe so.  

I Used to be Cool...

There was a time that I was cool and didn't know it.  Do you ever know how awesome you are in the moment?  It only seems like looking back does the trick and until you have a moment where you are sitting on the couch at 5:00 in the morning, holding your eyes open with toothpicks and drinking the strongest espresso you can find that you look at yourself and think, "I used to be cool."  Every morning you wake up and convince yourself that work will fly by, it will be better than yesterday and you might even have fun only, the convincing doesn't work and you sit in your car for an hour trying to get to the office on time only to get behind some freak going negative miles per hour and so alas, you are late.  Again.  Where is all the good stuff?

Then you get into the swing of the day and you power through another pointless conference call and drink more coffee and sit in your office chair until your ass falls off and then it hits you.  You go through this crazy routine because of all the good stuff.  Because you have a husband that you love more than you could ever describe.  Because you want to make your parents proud.  Because you want to make improvements to your new house that you are so lucky to have.  Because you want to live and be happy and because the good stuff is everywhere!  It's time to focus solely on the things that make your life worth living because everything else will come and go.  And so will the things that mean everything to you and you don't want to look back and think, "I missed all the good stuff..."

So that's what this blog is about...MY good stuff (which could be totally different than your good stuff).  I love sarcasm and hilarious, awkward moments.  I love fantasy football more than I should.  I love food with so many calories it should be illegal to eat it.  I love animals to the point that I will cry if one even looks at me with a slightly sad face.  I love old stuff and old people.  I love blogging, although you wouldn't know it by my absence in the blog world.  If you want to know more about me, check out my old, broke-down, abandoned blog, According to Ashley.  But don't be surprised if I've changed a little since then, hopefully for the better.