I got nothing.
I mean, there just isn't much going on over here in the land of Ashley the Accidental Olympian.
I still accidentally live in Olympia, WA.
I still hang out with the boyfriend.
I still spend a lot of time walking the dog, throwing the ball for the dog, and trying to keep the dog from eating more tea candles. Yes, my dog recently decided that decorative CANDLES were her new favorite treat.
And yes, it is true that my dog is absolutely insane.
Lately I do a lot of going to work.
I also work out.
When I remember that it is good for the mind and body, and stuff.
I've been working in the garden too.
Even got to eat my first salad with lettuce AND carrots right from my garden. I did cheat on the tomatoes because my plants are evil and refuse to give me any tomatoes yet. The little fuckers.
Which I of course countered by saying he should eat the carrots then because if he was lucky enough to grow that third arm then I wouldn't have to do so much ladder holding, or trash bag holding, or paint bucket holding for all these damn house projects.
But really other than that, it's all pretty dull around these parts.
Now that I think about it, I have been doing a lot of crying lately.
For Captain Phil Harris.
Do you watch Deadliest Catch?
Because Adam and I do.
Which basically means that each episode this season ends with Adam sitting quietly watching the tv, and me sobbing next to him about poor dead Captain Phil. And his kids. And his friends. And why does this happen to good people?
WHY ADAM? TELL ME WHY WE ALWAYS LOSE THE GOOD ONES?
What? Don't judge me and my emotions. I just really like that show.
And Captain Phil.
I think we could have been friends.
So yeah... OH. I got an award from Kazoo the other day which totally brightened MY day because I found her a while back and began stalking her and writing weird shit in her comments and being a strange creepy fan because I thought she was HILARIOUS, and all of a sudden she's telling me she likes me back and giving me blog gifts.
I think we're dating.
There are all these rules that came with the gift, and I'm supposed to tell you about myself and all this other stuff, but I don't want to. I'm just going to plug the shit out of Kazoo, tell you to go there, and read her, and tell her she looks great today and maybe add her to your Google Reader.
I hope all YOUR lives are more exciting than mine lately, or else we're all doomed.
Ashley, the Accidental Olympian