Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
hot hogs
Until about yesterday, Eli employed roughly a 3 word vocabulary: no, more, and Duane.
Now, all of the sudden, he talks. We are having a blast. After months of pleading with him to say "please" and receiving a vehement "no!" in return, he looked at me all triumphant like and yelled "peeease!" I have never been so proud. I taught him that-he learned something I taught him! The last two days have been my finest as a parent. He called a hot dog a "hot hog" today, which makes a surprising amount of sense. I am calling them hot hogs from now on.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
I didn't win
But that's ok. Now I won't feel guilty about my new birthday jeans. And PS, I really do like Dr. Pepper Lip Smackers too, Melissa.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I hope I win...
I entered a contest in November with this little missive; the prize is a makeover. Actually, I will feel a little bit sheepish if I do win since I was so generously Christmas and birthday gifted with things that mitigate the following issues:
REASONS I (DESPERATELY) DO NOT (NEED) A MAKEOVER
Every woman needs a makeover every now and then…except for me. I am totally set. My husband’s one hundred thousand dollar a year dental school debt, er, budget allowance, makes plenty of provision for me to wash my hair once a week and occasionally cut my toe nails. So don’t worry about me. You should give it to someone else.
Really, I get my hair cut regularly. Every year. I know a lot of prissy people recommend a nice cut and color every two or three months. But I like dark roots; I prefer them, actually. I think the contrast of dark roots with blond ends helps draw attention away from my shoes that I bought when I was in high school, which are seriously super hip. I was like the most well dressed girl ever when I was sixteen, so those shoes totally give me a boost if I am ever having an “I hate being poor while accumulating asinine amounts of debt” days.
And clothes, yeah. I have so many cute clothes. Especially since I moved here from Utah, where it actually gets cold. I love having to wear the same T-shirt and shorts every single day for ten months out of the year. Oh, and I got another T-shirt on clearance at Target a couple months ago-seriously-BEST. DAY. EVER. Oh my gosh, that three dollar baby did so much for my tired, struggling ten year old wardrobe.
So makeup is good too. I bought like a lifetime of supply of Wet n Wild makeup back in the seventh grade…love it! I mean, really what more could a girl ask for besides mismatched foundation and white eyeliner? Oh, and I have TONS of LipSmackers too. In like EVERY flavor. I think Strawberry kiwi is my favorite. And I love to wear A LOT of makeup, like cake it on really good so that is obvious that I am wearing it. I do that a lot.
Besides that, sometimes I buy razors from the 99.99 cent store to shave my legs. I got a pedicure once before I got married and that was like the most awesome thing ever, almost as good as the day I got that three dollar shirt at Target. Oh, and my very favorite thing? Headbands and crusty gel covered “naturally” curled hair to hide the fact that it’s been a while since my last cut and color; it’s my nod to Jessica Spano from Saved by the bell. She was the best.
So please, do NOT waste this makeover gift on me. I am totally good. In fact, I daresay I look freaking awesome with my brown roots, split ends, chap stick and ten year old jeans. Find someone who really needs it.
Sincerely,
Ashley Burr
REASONS I (DESPERATELY) DO NOT (NEED) A MAKEOVER
Every woman needs a makeover every now and then…except for me. I am totally set. My husband’s one hundred thousand dollar a year dental school debt, er, budget allowance, makes plenty of provision for me to wash my hair once a week and occasionally cut my toe nails. So don’t worry about me. You should give it to someone else.
Really, I get my hair cut regularly. Every year. I know a lot of prissy people recommend a nice cut and color every two or three months. But I like dark roots; I prefer them, actually. I think the contrast of dark roots with blond ends helps draw attention away from my shoes that I bought when I was in high school, which are seriously super hip. I was like the most well dressed girl ever when I was sixteen, so those shoes totally give me a boost if I am ever having an “I hate being poor while accumulating asinine amounts of debt” days.
And clothes, yeah. I have so many cute clothes. Especially since I moved here from Utah, where it actually gets cold. I love having to wear the same T-shirt and shorts every single day for ten months out of the year. Oh, and I got another T-shirt on clearance at Target a couple months ago-seriously-BEST. DAY. EVER. Oh my gosh, that three dollar baby did so much for my tired, struggling ten year old wardrobe.
So makeup is good too. I bought like a lifetime of supply of Wet n Wild makeup back in the seventh grade…love it! I mean, really what more could a girl ask for besides mismatched foundation and white eyeliner? Oh, and I have TONS of LipSmackers too. In like EVERY flavor. I think Strawberry kiwi is my favorite. And I love to wear A LOT of makeup, like cake it on really good so that is obvious that I am wearing it. I do that a lot.
Besides that, sometimes I buy razors from the 99.99 cent store to shave my legs. I got a pedicure once before I got married and that was like the most awesome thing ever, almost as good as the day I got that three dollar shirt at Target. Oh, and my very favorite thing? Headbands and crusty gel covered “naturally” curled hair to hide the fact that it’s been a while since my last cut and color; it’s my nod to Jessica Spano from Saved by the bell. She was the best.
So please, do NOT waste this makeover gift on me. I am totally good. In fact, I daresay I look freaking awesome with my brown roots, split ends, chap stick and ten year old jeans. Find someone who really needs it.
Sincerely,
Ashley Burr
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Eli the unicorn
Seriously, is this kid going to make it into adulthood? I swear these are not my fault. I am no longer hoping that he will make it through childhood without permanent scars-the scars will obviously be there. I now just hope that he will survive himself.
For a more pleasant view of Eli-and I swear I don't know how she did this because he was crying and falling and freezing in the snow-go here to see our family pictures that Adam so graciously arranged for my birthday present. It was the most thoughtful gift I have received in a very long time and I appreciate it greatly. Especially since I now have something with which to replace the mystery picture above my fireplace.
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