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It’s closing in on the end of my 27th year. I feel like I’m unprepared for this transition. I’ve been wicked busy, in a good way, I think… but unprepared nonetheless.
Each year, I feel like I need to writeasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-71938541074068314112012-02-05T15:33:00.002-06:002012-02-05T15:41:29.524-06:00Every Year...
Every year, around this time, I get super reflective about my life. Why? Because my birthday is coming up. I'm hard on myself. Probably too hard. Okay....yes, of course I am too hard on myself. My point is, the weeks leading up to my birthday, I spend a lot of time (in my head) reflecting on what I have done with my life. What have I done the past year? I suppose I do this around the endasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-18312008474432344942012-01-16T17:32:00.000-06:002012-01-16T17:32:20.037-06:00The Energy of Music
I should be writing about Martin Luther King day, which is today. But I am not going to.
I should be getting errands/work done today. But I am not going to.
I just spent the last several hours working on a mix cd, and no -- it's still not done.
I swear....if one could only judge me by the time, intent, and outcome of mix cd's I make, I'd be up there with the best people in the world. You asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-25212050638036023932012-01-13T19:55:00.003-06:002012-01-13T21:51:36.184-06:00Lessons and Needs
So a lot has happened lately....and while there's no point in going into the details, I thought I could do two things. 1. A quick overview of what I have learned about myself in the last couple of weeks. Future lover(s), take note. 2. A list of needs, cuz dammit, I have needs.
An overview of what I have recently learned:
1. I don't like accepting help. Sometimes I need help, but if you asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-59626466399815809512011-12-26T16:52:00.001-06:002011-12-26T17:02:42.374-06:00What Xmas Should Look Like
What Christmas should look like:
Santa.... is a sexy looking silver fox type of guy, probably not older than 50. He's not fat. I'm sitting on his lap (obviously, this is Xmas after all and some traditions cannot be ignored). He hands me an envelope filled with cash, and says "Merry Xmas. Here is for your rent, bills, etc."Thanks Santa!!
What Christmas actually looked like:
Woke up alone asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-36690186539865252662011-12-21T16:22:00.001-06:002011-12-21T17:01:44.636-06:00Dear Higher Power, Quit Taking My Friends!
I don't understand life. I don't understand death either, but life is bugging me right now. Last winter, I had this horrible feeling that I wasn't going to live to see my 28th birthday. I felt this way as I was driving west on Highway 94, right where it crosses over 280. What a gross feeling to have, and it's happened more than once. I don't want to die before my 28th birthday.... but for asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-1270729628386032682011-11-27T12:15:00.002-06:002011-11-27T18:38:10.246-06:00Goals for the Week
After a week/end of partying, sleeping in, and making fruit smoothies every morning, the following goals have been established for this week:
1. No booze.2. Go to the gym/run outside 5 times.3. Do yoga 2 times.4. Spend 30 minutes "studying" every day.5. Do 400 sit-ups every day.
6. Take a multi-vitamin every day.
Because I am going to a 2 hour yoga workshop this afternoon, the week will startasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-75172835472598352162011-11-25T12:23:00.001-06:002011-11-25T12:24:08.269-06:00Florence + The Machine
Last winter I found out about Florence and the Machine. I then listened to her album "Between Two Lungs" more or less on repeat until the snow melted. I loved it, and when I hear certain songs from it now, I am brought back to specific moments in time.
A few weeks ago, Florence released a new album called "Ceremonials." This album is also quite good, but upon googling every song lyric on the asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-89301207119666623262011-11-23T14:36:00.002-06:002011-11-23T15:05:28.328-06:00What Making a Smoothie Actually Looks Like
Yesterday I bought a hand held blender, so that I could make fruit and vegetable smoothies. I'd seen photos of these amazing green drinks that looked so beautiful. Surely I could make one!
This afternoon, I looked on Food Gawker (one of my favorite websites) for a good recipe. After a quick search for spinach smoothies, I found this:
http://zoomyummy.com/2011/01/13/detox-smoothie/
And asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-25108075348701920632011-11-23T09:17:00.001-06:002011-11-23T09:22:21.639-06:00An Average Morning's Thoughts
Woke up too early this morning, and wondered why I was awake. Oh shoot, I have a dentist appointment at 7:30. That's why!
Went to the dentist, and along the way thought about the time my dentist called Adele "the fat chick." He and I got into it that day, because I of course, had to prove the point that Adele is awesome the way she is...she doesn't need a rail thin body to show off her asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-49445751001594234952011-11-19T19:12:00.001-06:002011-11-19T19:13:26.101-06:00Help Asha Pay for Hockey by Drinking Beer Tomorrow (Sunday)!!
I've come out of an 8 year retirement from hockey, and am now playing for the Riveters. Because hockey is so expensive, we are having a beer bust/fundraiser THIS SUNDAY from 1pm-4pm at Tom Reid's Hockey Pub in Saint Paul.
If you like crappy beer, have 10 dollars for a wristband, want to win raffle prizes (i.e. wild tickets, gopher tickets, etc), and want to help me pay the 400-500 asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-6760898657625393932011-11-06T18:19:00.003-06:002011-11-07T08:08:52.191-06:00The Shoe Project (is over)
Apologies for not writing much lately. Lots has been happening, and I've failed to keep up.
Here are the final photos from the end of the shoe project. I made it through the entire month (of October) never wearing the same shoes twice. It was a fun project/challenge, and I am glad I did it!
On November 1st when it was time to get dressed and go to work... I was stumped. I stood in my asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-55890433250525874602011-10-25T10:32:00.001-05:002011-10-25T10:33:00.860-05:00Alone
Last night I had a conversation with a friend of mine who is a mom. I was telling her that I want to go to India. "Is that possible?" she asked. "Sure," I responded, casually looking to the crossword puzzle on the table. I explained to her that I want to find my mom. "Is that possible?" she asked. "I'm not sure," I told her, "but I have to try."
When I was younger, I had a dream once in asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-27159160996666420522011-10-23T20:39:00.001-05:002011-10-23T20:45:55.557-05:00People on my List to Meet..
Stevie Wonder...
who sings songs like this, that make me want to dance, cry, and sing.
It's funny when you hear a song that hits a little too close to home. If you're a musician, musically inclined, or even just musically curious... well, i guess if you're in this mindstate, it means more to you than it would otherwise.
Can't wait to meet you, Stevie! Thank you for all that you have done.asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-8425817018559410402011-10-23T19:47:00.003-05:002011-10-25T19:44:04.636-05:00The Non-Religious Nun
If being a nun is anything like it is in "Sister Act Two" I'd love to be a nun. I'd love to be in an environment where I can give back to my community, sing with Lauryn Hill, not have to pay rent, and not have to worry about relationships.
That would be rad. Just sayin'.
I believe in higher powers. I have to...I've lost too many people in my life to not believe that things don't happen for asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-28615699362436027582011-10-23T13:56:00.006-05:002011-10-23T23:04:24.350-05:00Do You See Me?
I'm running down summit or selby avenue in little shorts and a sports bra. The following things happen as I pass people:1. Man- occasionally checks me out, but not always. If he's running the opposite direction, rarely will he wave or acknowledge me.2. Woman- more than half the time ignores me, even though I wave, nod, or say hello. A few women who run will wave, but most do not.3. Man and asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-19377917617553662702011-10-21T23:17:00.001-05:002011-10-21T23:18:10.896-05:00Shoes!!It's day 21 of the shoe project. I've gotten some compliments on it, and have taken some heat from it as well. I'm glad I've kept my word to wear a different pair of shoes everyday this month, but I will also be glad when it is done. I think I've annoyed some people. Oh well.
Today I spent about an hour writing what the "ideal asha" looks like and is. It was good to take that time to reflectasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-40517230857554198732011-10-14T14:27:00.000-05:002011-10-14T14:27:43.537-05:00Driving Music
I was driving somewhere the other day, listening to the radio, when halfway through the song I had an "oh shit" moment. That moment continued as a listened more intently to the lyrics, and quick grabbed my phone so I could "shazam" what song it was.
Today I shazamed another song, and was reminded of the one I heard in the car the other day. I youtubed it (among other things then, of course), asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-41750404642266913062011-10-14T00:14:00.002-05:002011-10-14T01:03:29.591-05:00Things That Need to Change
First things first. A photo of today's shoes.
October 13, 2011.
This has now become some kind of a game...planning what shoes to wear so I don't run out of "casual" shoes for work. This weekend will be mostly running shoes/sneakers. Woot! I kind of like this game.
Anyhow....things need to change. Here are a few things that I will do:
1. Workout in the morning. Consistently. Even asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-18235955595551425322011-10-12T18:56:00.000-05:002011-10-12T18:56:19.233-05:00Getting Harder
The shoe project is getting harder, not because of my shoes, but because I want to make each photo different and interesting. I learned at work today that we can wear anything but jeans. This means, we can wear sweatpants if desired! While I don't want to wear sweats to work, I'd been struggling with how I might make dress pants and running shoes work (because that is likely what I'll be asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-83043124028522271152011-10-09T14:27:00.001-05:002011-10-09T14:27:34.979-05:00Weekend Jock
I feel like a jock as I post photos from the weekend. Last night I went to the Wild season opener. We (the Wild) played hard and won. It was a great time, and I love the photo that Steph took of my shoes. It's funny...yesterday I ran 4 miles, and for 3.75 of of them, I was thinking about what shoes I could wear to the Wild game that I hadn't already worn this month. I have a feeling by the asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-9806990364224780272011-10-07T17:10:00.002-05:002011-10-07T17:19:25.279-05:00Embracing Fall
October 7, 2011.
asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-21487766564545544432011-10-06T16:32:00.002-05:002011-10-06T16:41:35.257-05:00Clothes Rainbow
If I organized my closet, I'd have a rainbow of clothing. I explained this (among other things) to my mom this morning, as we had coffee in celebration of her birthday.
"You know, I have a decade old green t-shirt from the rec center I used to get kicked out of everyday, that I can wear under a gray cashmere sweater, and match it to my green diesel shoes."
Why do I have countless other green asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-24392658920982855622011-10-05T15:32:00.000-05:002011-10-05T15:32:32.613-05:00ps I got the job!
The interview boots from Day 4 must have worked. I got the job. I start on Monday.
Day 5 shoes are oldies, rarely worn, not extremely comfortable, but match my "I got it on, Kawasaki" t-shirt with a motorcycle on it. Location of photo: Sweeney's Saloon, while eating the poor man's special. Photo by Brian.
October 5, 2011. I got the job shoes.
asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-56934817850453566592011-10-04T17:07:00.005-05:002011-10-04T17:10:49.130-05:00Day 4
October 4, 2011. Interview shoes.
These boots are super comfortable and are my "go to" dress shoe. I need to get black polish however, as they are a bit rough around the edges. This reminds me I need to get winter boots this year. First things first; I need a job. I wore these boots today for a job interview I had. #Movingforward.
I'm going to see Esperanza Spalding tonight. I am asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-53486390660764781112011-10-03T18:27:00.001-05:002011-10-04T00:45:26.460-05:00The Shoe Project
There's a stereotype about women and shoes. Being the obedient woman that I am (insert sarcasm among other things here), I do have quite a number a shoes. While I don't have flats, pumps, or wedges... I do have plenty of running, casual, and awesome shoes.
Some folks keep their shoes in the closet. Others on shoe racks, doormats, shelves, or bins. I keep several pairs by the door, but the asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-77548540002428661232011-09-27T11:56:00.000-05:002011-09-27T11:56:19.041-05:00A Spoonful of Peanut Butter
Helps the medicine go down? Well...kind of.
Some mornings, J and I go to the gym. We usually do 30 minutes of cardio, and then follow it up with 60 or so minutes of lifting. It's a drag to get there some mornings, but once we get going, it's great.
I'm the kind of person who needs a lil something in my belly before I can run around. When I run a race (like this coming Sunday, actually), I asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-26395599968764713682011-09-22T14:55:00.000-05:002011-09-22T14:55:46.094-05:00Love's in Need of Love (ASAP)I try to steer away from "song of the day" because I feel lazy when I post someone else's video, rather than writing about what's on my mind and in my heart with my own words.
"Love's in Need of Love" by Stevie Wonder was my SOTD yesterday afternoon. After Troy Davis got executed last night, it seemed even more appropriate. Have a listen. And then go hug somebody.
There's a lot going on in asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-40691556834668479132011-09-22T14:40:00.003-05:002011-09-22T23:58:19.619-05:00I may or may not be Scared of Heights
But as things would happen, I busted up my shoulder pretty good a few weeks ago, which is why I couldn't rock climb this weekend at my (new) friend's birthday extravaganza. I didn't mention my fear of heights to the group, but it's there, believe me.
A few car loads, totaling about a dozen people made way to Duluth this past weekend to climb shovel point. I took photos, and didn't partake in asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-8648569756548252332011-09-13T13:22:00.000-05:002011-09-13T13:22:00.807-05:00What Happens when I get on Youtube
I look up a bunch of things.... today went from Erin McCarley to Colbie Caillat to Whitney Houston to Too Short to Eve to Feist to U2...
I might have missed a few too....but it is what it is.
Song of the day: It's Not Right But It's Okay (before Whitney became too stoned to function).
Now that is one woman I would not want to mess with. She's fierce!asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-36457117337962934882011-09-12T14:33:00.000-05:002011-09-12T14:33:36.192-05:00Strategic PlanningI got laid off last week.... so I'm now in the market for a new job. The title of this blog is strategic planning, which means I need to be smart about how I proceed from here.
Employers google you. Blind dates google you. Strangers may even google you. While yes, sometimes this blog is me ranting or complaining, it is also a place to explore new ideas or thoughts. I just need to be asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-10194554788761666172011-08-21T14:41:00.000-05:002011-08-21T14:41:16.310-05:00The most amazing weekend....
I won't go into details about why this weekend was amazing. I'm too tired.
I will tell you how it feels, however. It feels great.
Most of the weekend was spent with women. Friday night was with a majority of folks I had never met. It was great. I got "into it" with my family the previous weekend about how I don't "do small talk", and I can ask intimidating questions and what not. I asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-83488705062942947182011-08-19T08:45:00.001-05:002011-08-19T08:48:44.028-05:00Ani Difranco Makes Me Want To Die
Seriously. And that's why I don't listen to her music very often. I mean, I love her music and her words-- she is a brilliant poet. But damn...her music hits deep sometimes.
I went to the gym this morning and had a so-so run and a good lifting circuit. In my headphones were songs like "Love Save the Empty," "When I'm Alone," "Someone Like you," "Where I stood," "Giving Up," and so on....asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-4411784409977574662011-08-07T10:42:00.001-05:002011-08-07T10:50:49.511-05:00Do you have a moment?
Do you have a moment for starving children? "No, I don't" I say, walking past the folks with clipboards at the co-op. The truth is, I do have a moment for starving kids, women's rights, and the trees getting cut down... I don't however have extra money to give to the cause. Not at the moment anyway.
A friend of mine was ripping on blogs (in general) the other day. "Who would want to read asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-37284741166710499402011-08-02T07:24:00.000-05:002011-08-02T07:24:38.918-05:00Song of the Day
Nuff said. Happy Tuesday, y'all. Let your light shine bright and your heart be open.asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-30492583270118608952011-07-31T08:38:00.001-05:002011-07-31T09:34:11.966-05:00Places
I am all over the place right now. Not literally of course.... I am sitting on my couch.
I woke up an hour before my alarm went off this morning. I have been rising fairly early, which is nice because it leaves me more time to get less accomplished (yes, you read that right), but damn...some days I just want to sleep in a little bit longer.
Restless, and annoyed (by 6:30am, yes), I walked asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-78371482843834180152011-07-30T23:15:00.001-05:002011-07-30T23:21:04.614-05:00youtube is my crack cocaine
I don't do drugs. I do wikipedia and youtube.
I was sent the name of a song earlier, so I looked it up when I got home. That lead to me looking up a few dozen other songs. Somehow, I landed on Jonny Lang's "Lie to Me."
It brings me back to junior high....when kid Jonny Lang was no longer a kid, and our whole band (the Sugar Divas) absolutely loved him! Ridic....but also a really asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-27663432425661909702011-07-26T07:47:00.001-05:002011-07-26T07:48:41.897-05:00Song of the Day (and other ramblings)
Woke up at 5am today. Was at the gym by 5:35. Got in a short run and a good lift. Home now.
Song of my day...
I saw Lauryn Hill perform this January. She puts on a good show. A real good show.
I saw Sia perform for the 3rd time (in my life) last Friday. She is hilarious. I want to hang out with people like her...funny people, who ask for gifts, and shove them down their pants once they asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-33009446440635893002011-07-23T12:17:00.001-05:002011-07-23T12:23:38.509-05:00We are losing!!
We are losing our people to drugs. We are losing our people to addictions. We are losing our people. And by "our people", I don't necessarily mean Indian people, or young people, or people with incredibly sexy ankles.... I mean we are losing our community.
I slept in this morning, which was nice, considering the last few nights I was averaging about five hours of sleep. I checked email, asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-77608052403113630642011-07-19T09:33:00.000-05:002011-07-19T09:33:16.822-05:00What Will You Bring?
I woke up this morning, in bed, on top of my sheets, wearing next to nothing. No...it was not a traumatic night...it was a hot night. And not hot in a fun sexual way...but hot as in the overnight low was probably 80 degrees.
My alarm went off at 7am, but I'd already been awake, tossing and turning. I had been dreaming about fishing...up north (not at my grampa's cabin, but with his fishing asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-17461485260177583372011-07-12T08:02:00.000-05:002011-07-12T08:02:16.597-05:00Flashback
Tuesday July 12, 2011
5:00am- Alarm goes off5:09am- Alarm goes off5:10am- I get out of bed5:30am- J and I arrive/workout at the YMCA6:50am- I arrive at Kowalskis to get Drain-O for my bathroom sink. Also purchase 2 frozen burritos, a bag of cherries, a 12 pack of soda water, and a newspaper.7:00am- "You Got It" by Bonnie Raitt plays on the stereo (at Kowalskis)7:01am- I am brought back to when asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-88755294257436220332011-07-06T07:32:00.002-05:002011-07-06T08:18:54.033-05:00Untitled
Andy and I went camping a few days ago-- it was awesome. Photos will be posted by the end of the weekend (ideally)...or actually right now. My favorite part of the trip was Monday morning at 5am. I told Andy I wanted to be awake to watch/photograph the sun rising. He said it was okay if I woke him up, so I did as passively as possible... by opening and closing the zippers on my tent. Surelyasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-15572586482185304772011-07-01T08:38:00.001-05:002011-07-01T08:42:55.450-05:00My morning soundtrack....and weekend plans
Woke up, took a shower, and this song was in my head....
Which I thought was funny....because I feel much more like this....
Sad day. So what else could be on my soundtrack for today?
Better...I guess.
I am going up north tomorrow morning. To my grandparents cabin, actually!! I'm really excited. I haven't been up there for years! Andy Wilbourn and I are going...which is great toasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-35841829048881154562011-06-23T09:26:00.004-05:002011-06-23T09:29:11.719-05:00Peep Show
So.... I went to Guatemala 3 weeks ago. I took about 700 photos, and am just now beginning to go through them. It's a big task-- for a few reasons.
1. I don't have time.2. Guatemala is beautiful3. I want these photos to go beyond beautiful4. I'm an imperfect perfectionist 5. I am "late" for work
Here are a few photos I messed with this morning. More will follow...but I don't know when.
asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-3856647868253018322011-06-15T12:17:00.000-05:002011-06-15T12:17:20.753-05:00Things I need
I have returned from Guatemala in one piece...more or less. I spent a few days coughing up blood, a night with diarrhea, several days with a cough, and even more days with an ear ache. I went to urgent care on Friday (8 days after the earache started) and was given meds to fix my ear infection and a sinus infection.
I still feel like shit.
I haven't been able to run in two weeks... my ear asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-87469622591900282392011-05-22T18:25:00.003-05:002011-05-22T19:27:10.642-05:00Things You Shouldn't Say to a Woman...
Henry: Hi Asha, I haven't seen you for a long time.Asha: Hey Henry. Yeah, I don't come around (to the pub) much anymore.Henry: You look different. I hardly recognized you.Asha: Yeah, my hair is getting long.Henry: You've gained weight.Asha: Yeah, I guess I have.Henry: You must be eating a lot.Asha: Something like that. Nice to see you Henry. Bye.
Okay... so my feelings were hurt. Yes, I'veasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-46768254165191745042011-05-17T08:18:00.001-05:002011-05-17T08:27:40.580-05:00When I visit my friends at the nursing home...
...the first thing I do is look for an exit. Those are the words of my friend Ardes. She's 89. And awesome. (More about her soon, but I have to do things chronologically).
Saturday morning I went to a "self-love" workshop. I know what you're thinking... self love, like in a sexual way? That was my first thought too, when I heard about it. No, self love in the emotional/healing way. It asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-82187896448628833502011-05-12T11:58:00.000-05:002011-05-13T15:36:25.801-05:00A scattered late night entry
A million things have happened lately. Where to start—how about with today? Today a bunch of straight white men voted to put the definition of marriage on the ballot next election—which means folks will vote on if marriage should be defined as between a woman and a man. I’m sorry…but who the fuck cares? Really. Why do folks care who marries who—love is love. Let it be. I’d much rather asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-80254612841472194712011-04-21T09:40:00.001-05:002011-04-21T09:40:56.819-05:00DMB
When I was 13, listening to Dave Matthews Band was the cool thing to do. I did it occasionally.
When I was 16, I went to Alpine Valley with my friend Kathyrn to see Dave Matthews. It was a trip, literally.
When I hear Dave Matthews now, I'm brought back to a time 10+ years ago.
I had a 6am gym date this morning. As I drove home, I heard "Everyday" by DMB.
Song of the day, right here. asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-86819036183985385292011-04-20T21:18:00.002-05:002011-04-20T21:20:54.409-05:00Where to start
Wow. I have no idea where to start.
I haven't been writing much, publicly (or personally) in quite a while.
My hair has grown-- like that old dude, the one who fell asleep for a long time-- rapunsel? Hmm.... I think I'm confusing my stories.
I thought tonight, I could write about how effing long my hair has gotten (cuz clearly there's not a whole lot more going on here....ahem, yes there is).asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-27044830378005488672011-03-09T10:31:00.000-06:002011-03-09T10:31:11.404-06:00Celebration of Winter and Sun
This year, the 6th annual Celebration of Winter got snowed out. The good news however, is that daylight savings time starts this Sunday, so we're gonna celebrate big. More sunlight means warmer weather is just around the corner, and things like Seasonal Affective Disorder should be giving us a rest for a few months. It's time to get out and play!
Who: You, me, and our friends/family/asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-72254350415522700952011-03-05T17:05:00.002-06:002011-03-06T14:10:22.686-06:00Second Choice Blog
A lot has happened lately, I don’t really know where to start. I just wrote a long ass blog about a car accident I was in a week ago—but realized I can’t post it until I take care of some legal things first.
So…here’s an update on the rest of the happenings in my life.
1. I spilled half a beer on my laptop a week or two ago. It shut down. Since then, it has been worked on, halfway fixed, and asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-85709793099560046192011-02-21T19:07:00.000-06:002011-02-21T19:07:11.055-06:00If you feel sad....bounce.A friend of mine always says "Bouncing makes everything better." I saw this video today and thought of her.
This video is dedicated to her, and to all the people in the depths of a winter depression right now. Go on and bounce around. Maybe you'll feel better.
asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-87343618842436897382011-02-20T16:01:00.001-06:002011-02-20T16:03:43.070-06:00Update on the Celebration of Winter
If you've looked/stepped outside, you'll know the conditions are nasty! Safety is among my first concern. Donating food and having drinks is a close second.
The Celebration of Winter is STILL ON for today-- so my st paul neighbors, feel free to come by. For those far away-- if you feel safe making the trek, that's great. If you don't-- no worries. I'm thinking of doing another celebration soonasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-49087565560022952862011-02-17T10:35:00.000-06:002011-02-17T10:35:25.705-06:006th Annual Celebration of Winter
The time has come for the 6th annual "Celebration of Winter." Please join me this Sunday, February 20th (anytime between 6-11pm) at Costellos Bar for an evening of food, drinks, and mild debauchery. Family, friends, kids, lovers, neighbors, and anyone with a good energy is invited.
Each year, I like to give a lil back to the community. Last year, we gathered 96 pounds of food to donate to a foodasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-39132686367403550942011-02-01T08:18:00.000-06:002011-02-01T08:18:15.376-06:00Something to think about...
A friend showed me this last night, but I was too tired to re-post it. It's now 8:16am, and I'm still damn tired, but I'm going to post it anyway. Enjoy.
asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-36458774677552482982011-01-21T20:40:00.001-06:002011-01-22T09:12:13.357-06:00Baby it's cold outside!!
Okay so here's the deal-- I woke up this morning and it was negative 15 degrees outside. Negative 10? And don't get me started with the windchill. I don't know exact numbers, I tried to block them out of my mind. Either way...it was ass cold (yes, that is a meteorological term).
Anyhow, this evening after work, I went home and checked my mailbox (it's a weekly chore). In there was a asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-70578601457066179092011-01-20T10:32:00.002-06:002011-01-20T11:09:58.312-06:00Audience Survey
Actually, this isn't an audience survey.... it's a sign up sheet. Well, it's not that either. It's my curiosity getting the best of me.
When I sign into my blog, there's a button for "stats" which tells me that on any given day, X number of people read my blog. It tells me what page they clicked on, what kind of computer they used, and that's about it. It doesn't tell me who actually readsasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-21969057417400417282011-01-19T22:23:00.003-06:002011-01-19T23:35:04.223-06:00This is not a music blog
1. A few days ago, I discussed turning ashamarie.com into a food or music blog.
2. I tried the food thing and failed miserably.
3. Lately, it's been more music.
4. I don't want to turn it into a music blog however, because I have more to say that someone else's music.
5. A few weeks ago, a friend turned me on to "Florence and the Machine."
6. Holy shit. Awesome. Watch this. 6a. asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-36586353084646355322011-01-18T07:56:00.000-06:002011-01-18T07:56:01.794-06:00A (Very) Close Second
Behind my birth parents, Stevie Wonder is next in line for people I want to meet.
asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-77278682875457094382011-01-17T22:21:00.003-06:002011-01-17T22:23:44.599-06:00At this moment
It's 10:18pm.I have to move my car for snow emergency at 8:00am and be to work by 8:15am.Usually I go to sleep between midnight and 1:30am.Tonight I am shooting for earlier.
If I could choose one song for this very moment, this is what it would be.
xoxo. asha.
asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-16357450533569466822011-01-16T15:36:00.000-06:002011-01-16T15:36:24.674-06:00Fate
I believe that things happen for a reason. Here's an example. This morning, I decided my food blog sucks. A couple hours later, I got an e-mail from Andy saying he is going to start up his blog again. Hooray!!
If you are sick of looking at my photos of cereal and ice cream, head over to Andy's page!!
You can also see his brother (Chris/Felix) here.
asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-63508728065575290602011-01-16T11:08:00.002-06:002011-01-16T15:14:37.865-06:00My food blog sucks
I think I'm going to go back to my regular gig here...writing about what's on my mind, not what's in my belly.
Here though is a picture of breakfast. I'm going to the gym in a few hours, and need the energy. It's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on brownberry bread, a shot glass full of blueberries, a glass of soy milk, and a jar of water. A quick note about milk: I rarely just drink a asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-47865535338844879762011-01-15T13:09:00.001-06:002011-01-15T13:11:31.490-06:00Not your average foodie
I appreciate good food. Really, I do. I appreciate sauteed vegetables over brown rice or cous cous, a hot curried soup, a medium rare piece of steak, a fillet of grilled salmon, etc...
The problem is...I don't cook very often. I've got the equipment (to cook/bake), I just don't have the food, and I don't make the time. I'm working on it though, as you can see...
The refrigerator of a asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-61388023627348276932011-01-12T22:13:00.002-06:002011-01-13T06:40:07.898-06:00With the kids
6:30am: alarm went off6:35am: rolled out of bed6:35-6:36am: used profanity6:55am: posted a stevie wonder song on facebook7:05am: arrived at family friends house to help get the kids off to school7:20am: fed the kids 7:30am: ate 2 small bowls of cereal and some string cheese7:30-8am: watched some show on the disney channel (with the kids)
Happy Wednesday.
bowl #2 of cereal this morning
asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-75642845996016219092011-01-11T21:36:00.001-06:002011-01-11T21:36:44.256-06:00Food Blog
Lately I've been thinking about the things I write on this blog. Some are good. Some are bad. I just write, I don't have much of a filter. Part of being a grown up is having a filter. It's something I need to work on. Speech is free, yes-- but I've got to be smarter about it. Maybe.
I was thinking the other day, that I need to "tone it down" a bit on my blog, which sucks, because I asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-74035219430189935522011-01-06T20:04:00.005-06:002011-01-07T16:46:28.033-06:00Observations
I just filled up my ice cube tray with (brita) filtered water.I got frustrated today, because I wasn't practicing loving kindness towards myself.That reminded me of an Alanis Morrisette song. You know the one.I just poured a shot of Makers Mark, with 2 ice cubes (from a bag, not the ice cube tray).I finally got a new journal.It's not the one I wanted, but I don't care. It's a close second.I'veasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-51697195995951870272011-01-02T20:43:00.003-06:002011-01-08T19:59:58.733-06:00Resolve
I don't really believe in New Year's Resolutions. I mean, I believe in them, they exist, whatever-- but I don't feel the need to have them. No, I think everyday is a new day, and you should try that much harder to be better (??) than the day before. Why wait till the beginning of a new year to change bad/old habits?
A month or so ago, I decided my "resolution" was to quit saying "I should" asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-63236611145725727452010-12-30T15:40:00.004-06:002011-01-05T17:17:27.818-06:00Physically sore, Emotionally rested
As we speak (or more appropriately, as I type this), my ass is killing me. So are my legs and arms. Yesterday, I went cross country skiing for the first time (that I can remember). I went with a friend who claimed she's a "novice," but 2 minutes on the trails and I could see that she was better than she led on.
As a young person in pretty good shape, I figured I'd get the hang of things asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-82566266988886859582010-12-27T18:32:00.002-06:002010-12-27T18:34:56.581-06:00#lifecanbebeautiful
I've been spending a lot of time thinking about the people in my life who are no longer alive--here--with me now. If you've been reading this blog the last couple of days, you know this. If you have seen my sad face the last couple of days, you know this.
I got an e-mail this morning, asking what I was up to, other than "thinking a little too much about people." Ouch....but point taken.
I asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-6125687786981546852010-12-26T18:48:00.001-06:002010-12-26T19:01:25.742-06:00Unconventional
I went for a 5 mile run yesterday, to clear my head. It didn't work. I came home-- mind racing, heart hurting.
I went for a 3 mile run today, to clear my head. It didn't work. I came home-- mind racing, heart hurting.
My heart hurts because I miss my grampa. My heart hurts because it's the holidays, and I feel so alone without him. Even when I'm with my family, I feel alone. That hurts.asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-43411309404440158222010-12-23T18:36:00.004-06:002010-12-23T19:12:34.409-06:00It's that time of the year....
It's the time of the year that I dread. The holidays. And with the holidays comes all the bullshit. Really. Holidays are supposed to be fun, relaxing times, where people eat-drink-be merry. But where does that actually happen? Why do we stress ourselves out to feel relaxed and loved? I don't like it. I think holidays bring out the worst in people.
Holidays (especially Christmas) bring asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-72330647193376660812010-12-21T21:42:00.003-06:002010-12-21T23:52:45.668-06:00Happy Solstice!
When I was a little kid, my mom used to have a solstice party every year. I don't remember much about it, other than her friends would come, it was at our old house, and there was always a lot of food. She might have had one when I was in high school too, but it wasn't the same as when I was younger. Anyhow, today is the winter solstice. This means that starting tomorrow, the days will be asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-20068646112722466022010-12-19T17:20:00.005-06:002010-12-19T17:25:12.057-06:008000 MetersI've halfheartedly decided I need this. Except that it's 1000 dollars.It can be found here.asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-51551572413199409862010-12-19T10:13:00.002-06:002010-12-19T10:26:24.044-06:00This day is dedicated to sweatpants...I don't have cravings too often, but when I do, they are strong. This morning, I woke up craving a totino's pizza...you know the ones, they cost about $1.50 and are made of cheap ingredients. My homegirl Ashley and I used to eat them all the time when we were in jr. high. (We ate everything back then).Anyhow, I woke up with this craving, and figured what the heck...might as well indulge.I got asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-40408398729159981272010-12-09T13:18:00.002-06:002010-12-09T13:27:08.265-06:00On a roll...I was really on a roll last week, with my blog posts. Not so much this week. It isn't that things are horrible...no, things are pretty good. I guess I've just been busy with work. Oh, and running. I've found this new love of running outside at night in the freezing cold. Sounds crazy, right? I suppose it is, but it's also a really meditative feeling for me. I am typically scared of asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-54170729064345692662010-12-02T11:01:00.004-06:002010-12-02T11:11:48.289-06:00"Love is not a feeling, it's an ability"I am at a coffee shop right now editing my major paper for school. It's exciting, and long, and filled with grammatical mistakes. I love it. And I hate it. I am going to Southside Family School this afternoon, to give Susie a look at what I've been writing.... and to talk to the kids about all the sweet work happening at Penumbra. The mission at Southside is very similar to the mission of asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-17943736147160897242010-12-01T16:46:00.008-06:002010-12-01T16:59:36.043-06:00an·nun·ci·a·tionIt's no secret that I can sometimes be shy, mumble a bit, whatever....I know it's something I need to work on, especially at my new gig.I called my sister last night, and left her a voicemail message. Apparently her phone is connected to her computer, because she wrote me an email back, including a transcript of my message. Here's what it said... (click the image to make it bigger).So clearly, asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-18126728674853789772010-11-30T20:59:00.005-06:002010-11-30T21:32:00.677-06:00What a good day looks likeI had a pretty good day today. Here's what it looked like.7am. Woke up an hour before my alarm went off.8am. Ate a bowl of cereal, in bed.9am. Walked to work.9:05am. Worked.12:15pm. Walked to the co-op and back to work.12:45pm. Ate and did a crossword.1pm. Worked. Hard.4:30pm. Walked home from work.5pm. Ran 3.5 miles at the gym.6pm. Showered. Ate.7pm. Crossword puzzle. Burned some asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-6132143188348718582010-11-28T11:37:00.010-06:002010-12-01T17:48:59.258-06:00Oh Em Gee - Mahalia is dead!OMG stands for Oh My God, which is what people say when things are good, bad, or shocking. I'm having an OMG moment as we speak.Today is Sunday, which means that while some are out to church, and others are tailgating, I am home, in my pajamas listening to Mahalia Jackson on vinyl. I often joke that I listen to Mahalia on Sundays in lieu of going to church. Well...today, it's true. Besides, Iasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-86739478275063961832010-11-21T09:59:00.003-06:002010-11-21T10:20:11.460-06:00One pink sweater at a time....A couple weeks ago, I mentioned in a blog that I needed some business casual clothes... I didn't think anything would come of it. I couldn't have been more wrong.Last summer, in one of the most random moments of my life, I ran (part of) 193 miles with 12 people I had never met before. I don't think I wrote about it, which is a shame, because it was an experience like no other. Regardless, I asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-32639371954268246312010-11-19T22:23:00.012-06:002010-11-19T23:21:58.644-06:00Get Outta Town!!2 posts in one day? Get outta town. I'm on a roll....deal with it.A couple weeks ago (halloween weekend), I went camping with Andy and Chris Wilbourn. Here are the pictures. Also, in following up to my post a week or two ago... I didn't end up going to see Ardes. It was our first snow of the season, and people tend to lose their ability to drive during the first snow, so I stayed close to asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-71398053778780574822010-11-19T00:24:00.015-06:002010-11-19T21:19:41.177-06:00Eulogy: A letter to my grampaI wrote this after my grampa died. I was 20. My best friend (amelia), her sister Rosie read this at their service. (my gramma and grampa died within a week of eachother-- yes, that's real love-- and so we had their service together).I can't believe she read it. It meant the world to me...and she was so young...so brave. Thank you Rosalie, you may never know how much your courage meant asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-23576708905007372632010-11-11T09:13:00.004-06:002010-11-11T09:33:59.310-06:00One of many...One of many reasons I don't update my blog very often is because I have terrible internet connection. That is...I use my neighbors, and it's slow/unpredictable. Also...the only place my computer can get online is when it's on the back of my couch. If you happen to have a laptop, put it on the back of your couch, and try using it there for a while. I know I could write on a word document and asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-15624052252077406102010-10-21T10:36:00.005-05:002010-10-21T10:59:20.308-05:00As of late.Things I have been thinking about lately.... (but haven't written down until now). Oops.PS These are in no particular order of importance or otherwise.1. Why fathers/men name their kids after them, but women do not. I've never met a "Sally Jr", or Melinda III. Have you.2. Gay kids killing themselves. If you haven't been thinking about this, you haven't been paying attention. Last week thereasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-91698808907988713472010-09-22T15:48:00.003-05:002010-09-22T16:29:44.503-05:00How Skateboarding Almost got Ruined by PervertsI want to get a skateboard. Actually, I want to get a longboard. There are several places within a mile of my house, that I like to frequent. Walking there is fine, I do it often, but I also get bored pretty fast. Biking there is easy, though short, and sometimes not worth the effort (...where did I put my lock, where is my helmet, the front tire might have a leak, etc). Driving seems like aasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-10333773961468835672010-09-13T11:24:00.002-05:002010-09-13T11:40:13.199-05:00I'm Alive!I have been alive this whole time too.... My apologies for not writing.This summer was one of the best summers yet! And for once...I realized it. I often found myself saying, "damn, my life is SO good right now". I said this a lot...to others, to myself, in my journal, in my actions. Life is good.What makes it good? Plenty of things. Probably the most important thing would be my friends/asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-32861255316578917522010-07-18T11:25:00.003-05:002010-07-18T11:50:33.518-05:00I'm a sucker for a cream based soup.Here's the deal--This is not going to turn into a food blog. I can promise you that. However, this morning, I got to thinking.... I am a sucker for a cream based soup.This morning, my friend Keri called me to make plans for playing guitars later today. We've been practicing on our own for the last week or so, and are gonna hook up today and see how we sound. I'm excited. I hadn't played my asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-77430425249852770742010-07-14T10:25:00.004-05:002010-07-14T11:11:24.874-05:00Things I love...Every now and then, I like to make a list of things I love...as a reminder that I do love things, love life, love being present.I thought about doing that today, but have opted to write more about who I am. This may include things I love. This may include weird character traits. I'm not sure. I haven't written it yet.Definitions of ourselves should be fluid. What "defines" me today, may not asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-66669147784062902010-06-23T11:09:00.005-05:002010-06-23T12:08:58.050-05:001:48:15A couple weeks ago, I ran 12 miles with Jamie Cheever. It was the longest run of my life... so when I got home, I threw on dry clothes and went to the pub for a couple of "celebratory" beers. I didn't stretch very well, and this was a mistake. My legs were sore for the next week and a half, and my training dwindled.Gramma's Half Marathon was this Saturday, June 19th. I'd been nervous leading asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-17851756637075630912010-06-05T19:38:00.006-05:002010-06-06T11:10:04.928-05:00LegacyI ran 12 miles today. I'm exhausted. I'd love to write about how awesome Luis Castillo's "Michael Jackson Legacy Concert" was... but I'm too tired. Here are some photos from Thursday nights show. Congrats to Luis, the other dancers, and everyone else involved in the production.Note: Click to open photos. They look better when viewed larger. asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-15676095821104336242010-05-18T10:18:00.001-05:002010-05-18T10:18:57.222-05:00day two.Another tough day yesterday. Jeez. Same as the night before, at around 7pm, I got really anxious and wanted to go home. What’s the deal? I’d only been gone a night, and already missed my friends. I guess that’s a testament to how awesome my friends are. It also means though, that I am a big wimp, when it comes to going out of town alone. Again though, I think the not being able to call asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-1025477455475978782010-05-17T09:50:00.003-05:002010-05-17T09:59:27.773-05:00Untitled (for now).When in doubt, listen to “Dirt off Your Shoulder”, the Jay-Z/Verve mash up. It makes everything feel better. At least it does for me, this morning.I arrived “up north” yesterday afternoon. The drive wasn’t bad; I stopped once for gas (ice cream, and a scratch off). I listened to a “how to speak Hindi” CD along the way. I did lessons 1-2 (twice each). I can now say hello, do you understand, asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-81895094885672847292010-05-03T09:11:00.005-05:002010-05-03T09:30:06.001-05:00the garden: day one.Julie and I went to get our overalls yesterday.... and let me tell you, it's pretty much impossible to find them. We went to 3 places (fleet farm, gander mountain, and dicks sporting goods). All 3 places had them, but none in our size. It was kind of rediculous.Anyhow, the garden people (carol, and our family friend maya) came 2 hours early. Julie and I, in our quest to get overalls, asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-89941217353687099402010-05-01T17:22:00.002-05:002010-05-01T17:43:32.625-05:00Weather PermittingMy "Y" membership has expired as of yesterday. That should be fine, right, since it's now May and the weather is going to kick ass? Well, sort of. I've got 50 days till gramma's half marathon (but who's counting, really). That means, I've got to kick it up a notch (or maybe a couple of notches), so I can run the race I want to run.Today it was 60 degrees, cloudy, and windy as fuck. Well, notasha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-37937483569184359312010-04-28T10:10:00.004-05:002010-04-28T10:41:07.862-05:00Hell's GardenAfter months of begging my mom to let me have a garden at her house, she agreed! She was hesitant at first, assuming that I would get excited about it, dig up the dirt, get bored with it, and then leave her with a pile of dirt and weeds in the yard. Such is not the case.The fine people from a backyard farm are going to come in and install a raised bed. We will be doing square foot gardening, asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-73655971847767204582010-04-19T12:22:00.005-05:002010-04-19T12:30:04.841-05:00Recent Photos of FriendsI visited my friend Ardes a couple of weeks ago. We had a slumber party, and the following morning she went out to test out her tractors. Here are a few pictures. As you can see, she is awesome.Also, here are some recent photos of/for my friend Jim. He is in a band, you should check them out. If you're in a band, and need photos, hit me up.As you may have noticed, today is monday. I have asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-46283999347147086732010-04-19T12:07:00.005-05:002010-04-19T12:22:40.227-05:00Antique Shop (Evidence)Chris and I rode bikes the other day, it was great. I took a couple of pictures of Antique Shops, and there will likely be more in the future. I love riding my bike in Saint Paul, especially when it's at a leisurely pace. More of that soon too, I hope.this place doesn't need a bunch of crap out front to let you know it's open for business.this place does.this one too.chris and andy, talking asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-13792171011526952862010-04-10T10:38:00.002-05:002010-04-10T10:44:21.383-05:00Antique ShopsI've been wondering this for years now, and have intended to write about it for some time as well... so today is the day.Antique Shops. Why do they feel the need to put half of their inventory out on the sidewalk? Do antique shop owners think we will not see their store? Do they enjoy piling crap onto the street, only to pull it back in at the end of the day? Does it actually help with their asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770455443756445683.post-51473247068062244982010-03-30T14:30:00.006-05:002010-04-07T14:08:53.040-05:00The Human RaceNo, not the real human race.... but a running race (on Summit Ave) called the Human Race. It took place last Sunday (03.28.2010), and since I haven't taken many pictures lately, I decided I would hit it up. Here are some of my favorite photos from the event.I would like to note, that I am really lucky to have some FAST friends. I went mostly to take pictures of them, and it was a bit chilly (asha shoffnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06396168382282358494noreply@blogger.com0