Friday, April 25, 2008

Food storage, 6am, and my most humiliating moment since...

That was a really good idea on my part to postscript my future topics in my previous post. Now I am actually going to do it. At any given time, I have about ten different things fighting each other in my head to make it onto the web. Oh, the lost treasures of wit and wisdom that never are for lack of time and/or ambition...

Anyway, I figured I'd lump these critically important issues all together, not because they are in any fashion related, but mostly because I have two potential employers who may be perusing my blog, and a lengthy discourse should sufficiently serve to acquaint them with my writing style. However, for the faint of reading heart (Sorry, no pictures. I know-what kind of a post is this anyway?) I have conveniently divided each topic into clearly marked categories. So the most shallow of you can just skip right on down to my most embarrassing moment.


FOOD STORAGE
First up: Food storage. I was at the park with friends a couple days ago and they were asking me about the history behind food storage. Our, and others', loud children precluded my full response. Basically, the leaders of our church have counseled us for decades to have at least a three month supply of food and other essentials in case of emergency. In the last 5 or so years, it has become so clear to me how a calamity of ruinous consequences could make it necessary for us to have a supply of food and what not in the event that the stores were unwilling or unable to provide. So, since I have been living away from our families, I have really gotten into it and I love it. It helps me cook so much more efficiently. I love going to the grocery store and scoping out sales for food storage stuff. I love rotating through and restocking my cans, pasta, peanut butter, cereal and what not. I used to be so intimidated by the whole idea, but really all it is, is having more than you need of the stuff that you already use at any given time. Someday when I have more space and money I will get all hard core into it and store 50 lb drums of water, get a wheat grinder, and grow a big garden full of my own vegetables and herbs. So that's why I do it. 1-It's an exhortation. 2- I like it. 3-It's smart. And I heard Kathy Lee and Hoda talking about how it was a good idea on the Today show today, so it must be the right thing to do...great, now everyone is going to start stocking up and the global food shortage is going to be even more devastating.

6 AM EXERCISE
Secondly, I hate getting up at 6 am to exercise-no, I just hate the idea of it. Here are the reasons why I love it:
-My day rocks when I do. I was like Wonder Woman incarnate on Wednesday. I went to Spinning at 6 am. It kicked my butt. I came home, showered AND got ready...yeah, meaning I did my hair, AND put makeup on. I straightened the house, put E's sheets back on (no simple task, I assure you) cleaned the kitchen, went to the park, watered the plants, returned unused tiling tools, worked, blogged, made dinner, went to the dog park etc. etc. etc! And all while managing to keep tabs on all of my favorite cable news shows. I was amazing. Seriously.

I was going to list off all of the different reasons, but that's pretty much it. It makes my day go so phenomenally well. Did it again today, and look who is blogging once again! Basically, if I have a blog post, my day is going well because I made time to blog.

HUMILIATION AT ITS FINEST
And last but certainly not least, I think I might have had my most embarrassing moment yesterday since...well, I am never telling those other stories that involve peeing my pants, and trying on a swimsuit in WalMart, so DON'T ask...but suffice it to say, this was probably my third most embarrassing moment ever, as in, in my life. In this case, dear Lisa, it's funnier when it happens to me.

So I am casually strolling along with Duane around my condo complex yesterday. Adam was home, E was asleep, the dog needed to be walked. So walk we did. It was all going pleasantly until Duane decided to take a dump on one of my unknown neighbor's lawns. Great. I didn't have a bag or even a little Kleenex or anything to dispose of his waste-every dog owner recognizes this dilemma and might be able to predict what happens next; probably not though, because although it obviously involves poop, it is way more mortifying than you might imagine.

SO, luckily for me, I thought, the trash cans were lined up along the sidewalk for trash day. I looked in each one to try and find some morsel of paper with which to pick up my dog's discarded dung and move on with my walk and life. Found one. Unluckily, it was at the very bottom of the empty trash can. I am 5'2. So I reach, reach. Come on, reach just a little bit more...oh crap. The trash can begins to slip, and what? Yes, I pretty much fall in. I have the bruise on my leg to prove it; it freaking hurt. But it gets better. Our friends, Dane and Kelly, from dental school just moved into the complex (I wasn't sure exactly where until yesterday) and pulled up to the parking lot where I was gingerly pulling myself out of the trash can. They were on their scooter, staring at me blankly, while I desperately tried to explain that I was just rummaging through the trash to get a bag to pick up my stupid dog's crap. Oh, and they just so happened to be stopping to get their trash can...probably the one from which I had just exited. Anyway. They couldn't really hear me because they had their scooter helmets on (smart people, way to go) so that only added to the blank stare they were administering.

At length, I abandoned the bag, found another small piece of paper, picked up the poop and made Dane-the dental student, not to be confused with Duane, my dog- swear to never tell anyone about what he had witnessed. But, I wised up and decided I couldn't keep it to myself. So there you go world wide web. It was great.

13 comments:

Heather said...

Way to go, Duane. It is all his fault, you know. Dog poop, kid poop...it never ends!
I wish you would recreate that experience sometime!
4 more sleeps until Disneyland!

Benjamin J Burr said...

He who has the most guns and ammo ends up with the most food storage.

Michelle Tolboe said...

Ha ha you're such a dork. But I love you for it. I would put some witty comment to go along with it but my brain is fried. I'm tired and coming home tomorrow. Yey!

Britten & Chelsea Maughan said...

This embarrassingly hilarious story reminds me of Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls...you know-walking down the hallway checking out the hot guy and suddenly she herself ends up in a garbage can with skirt bottom flailing in the air. I'm sure you were about that graceful!

Ashley said...

At least that graceful, yes.

megan said...

First, I love running with you in the morning! Please come more! Second, I would have loved to have seen you pulling yourself out of the trash can- classic! :)

Lisa said...

A. We could've lived for months on the cereal and granola bars we stockpiled when I did the Grocery Game.
B. All I want to see at 6 am is the back of my eyelids. Apparently Jack feels the same way since I often awakened by him pulling at my eyelids. Working out is best done at night when I can listen to that day's Bryant Park Project and know that I don't need to save up any energy for my families antics.

C. I don't believe that is the most embarassing thing you've done, even recently. I am almost positive there are far more humiliating events you are just not willing to share.

Luana said...

Hi Ashley,
You are one girl with gusto, courage, fortitude, and just plain old guts. I would much rather have preferred to pick up the poop with my bare hand as to climb into a nasty, smelly, germ infested garbage can. On second thought, I would have either gone home and come back to clean up the pooh, or would have knocked on the neighbors door and asked for a paper towel. Sure would like to see a video of you in that can! :-)

Unknown said...

That story is so FUNNY, as I was reading it I had a picture in my head of the whole story and yes I laughed...out loud! Especially cause you come off to be so proper! hahahahaahhhaahhahaah, anyways...

Unknown said...

oh, and I agree with you on the whole food storage subject, I used to think it was something that I would never do because I would never live in a time where we would have to ever come to that......well, as things progress, I have soon realized I was wrong.....so food storage has become very important to me.

AshleyS said...

you've inspired me, i need to be better about my food storage. also, spinning in the morning rocks and i'm not paying 3 bucks, so still come. lastly, hilarious about the trash can!

Cambrienelson said...

what a blog! I must say though that you copied my idea about blogging about food storage (although I haven't blogged it yet-- it's still in my head waiting for me to take the pictures so I can blog it).
Love a garbage can story. You're awesome : )

Whitney said...

The funny thing is I can totally see something like that happening to you. The rest of us would have left the poop an taken off but no you the Ashley that I love is determined to pick the freaking poop up. You kill me!