Love.

Here is the sweetest thing ever:

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Dumb building.

Whatever the season, whether it be summer or winter, my office is usually 10 degrees. Below zero.

So I have to use one of these:

and, as silly as I would look, at times I have been tempted to purchase one of these:

As I was deciding what to wear this morning, I thought it might be smart to wear something similar to this:

so that I wouldn't be freezing my A off at work.

Well, I get to work this morning. And it is abnormally warm. Way too warm. Apparently big huge expensive downtown buildings can't handle the Day Light Savings' time change, so they freak out and turn the thermostat all the way up to 100 degrees. I have been sweating all day.

Around 2:00 this afternoon, an apologetic e-mail was sent to everyone saying it will be fixed by tomorrow. Screw you, work.

Goblins and a mummy

I am giving you a fair warning that this post will be long. And full of pictures. I'll try to keep the captions to a minimum. But there's no guarantee.

Alright. You are hereby warned.

As most of you have heard, my wonderful brother and his super awesome family are moving to Costa Rica (WAAAAHHH!!!). So in order to spend as much time with them as possible before they move, we, along with my dad and his family, decided to go on a short but sweet family trip to Goblin Valley (near Moab, UT).

When we arrived at the hotel, we pulled faces in the mirror. Since that's what you do at hotels.

(I think Justin's faces might actually be more entertaining than Kennedy's.)

And the girls were allowed to jump on the bed, for once.


The next morning we headed on over to the valley of the goblins.

What is there to do in Goblin Valley? I'm glad you asked. You can:

Explore secret caves.

Pause to hug your favorite cousin.

Search for those elusive goblins.

Find a comfortable bed to nap on.


Discover a throne and exclaim "I am queen of the goblins!!!"

Hold a nearby hand.

Take a picture of yourself to prove to everyone that you were actually there.

Quickly run TOWARD the goblins because a scary voice behind you is yelling "gobba-gobba-gobba-gobba!!".

Family trip: successful.


This next segment really deserves its own post for 2 reasons: 1) it is completely unrelated to previous topic and 2) because I said so. But oh well. It's not getting its own separate post.

I present to you.... Kennedy the Mummy.



For some reason she's not as scary from behind.

What is happiness?

It is one of these:

and then one of these.

And folks, I am happy.

Kennedyisms

I'm skipping over the part where I make excuses for why I haven't blogged in a century.

*skip*

Alright- on with the good stuff. And I've also included a few of Kennedy's more recent drawings for your enjoyment.


K: Mom- what does "abajo" mean? In spanish?
M: It means "down."
K: Ok. Mom?
M: Yes?
K: You're goin' ABAJO.

Watching the cartoon "Kai Lan"
K: That Rintu boy sounds REALLY handsome. I'll bet he is.


Gma: Kennedy, can you guess what I'm going to be for Halloween?
K: Hm... a vampire?
Gma: No
K: A devil?
Gma: No. I'll give you a hint. I'm going to wear black, and I'm going to wear a hat.
K: A princess?
Gma: No...
K: Hm....
Mom: Kennedy- its starts with a "W"
K: A WINDOW!!

Alright. Now if all of you would please take a look at this picture. Pay particular attention to the figure on the right:


More particularly, his nether regions.

This was our conversation:

K: Mom- what do you think THAT is? [pointing to the small square dangling in between the legs of said figure]
M: Hmm.... I don't know... is it... a cracker?
K: No. These three have clothes on, but THIS boy doesn't [pointing, again, to said figure]
M: Ok. Is it a hand?
K: No, mom. He's naked.
M: It's a boy?
K: Yes. And that thing is right HERE. [pointing to her nether regions]
M: Um... alright. Is it a penis?
K: YES! It IS a penis! Good job, mom.

Good news, bad news.

Good news:

We had a successful family outing to Gardner Village. Kennedy rode a cute little pony and then effortlessly made her way through the arduous hay maze.



Bad news:

Justin threatened to throw her into the "Witchy Poo" outhouse, which did NOT make her very happy.


Good news:

We bought a new car!


Bad news:

We HAD to by a new car because our old one totally died. RIP


Good news:

Ashlee and I have been having a blast making cakes.


Bad news:

We keep eating them, which probably makes working out completely counterproductive.

Letters.

I'm feeling greedy today. So I decided to write letters to people who will hopefully give me what I want:

Dear Michael Kors,

I have been looking through your selection of trench coats and have narrowed it down to 2 of them that I would like. Either one would be fine.

Or if you're feeling generous, I have enough space in my closet for both of them.

Sincerely,

Ashley Carrell

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Hey Jess! [That's "Jessica Simson" to those of you who aren't on a first-name basis]

Could you hook a sistah up with some new boots? Any of these will do:

XOXO

-Ash

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Dear Santa:

I've been a good girl this year and only want one thing from you. I will let you choose which one of these you'd like to bestow upon me:

OR

I promise to be happy with either one. I'm not picky.

Yours truly,

Ashley