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My name is Ashley, but mostly people call me masha. I've been a professional photographer for a little over two years. I've been livejournaling for almost seven years now. this journal has been more than an outlet for me. I have made some really great friends here and I always love making new ones!

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Mar. 11th, 2009

this morning i woke up to elsie saying, "oh! it's not a monster. it's mommy!" well, thanks. haha. cory and i have been looking forward to bonnaroo for what feels like forever now, but we've decided that we're going to end up going to the beale street music festival in memphis. that way, we can get the new tv we want.

i'm really loving my job at the daycare. the only thing is, a couple of kids in my class have tested positive for RSV. Elsie coughed maybe twice yesterday and cory and i both freaked out. she's fine as far as I know, but just in case i'm going to take her to get tested.

i was deleting some of my photos off of my computer the other day, when i put together some of my favorite pictures of elsie during her first year. so, here they are!

jan 'o7

feb 'o7

march 'o7

one of my all time favorites of her.

april 'o7

may 'o7

june 'o7

july 'o7

august 5, 'o7 (number one!)


Oh my God, look around this place. Your fingers reach around the bone. You set the break and set the tone. Flights of grace, and future falls. In present pain all fools say, "Oh my God".

Oh my God, Why are we so afraid? We make it worse when we don't bleed. There is no cure for our disease. Turn a phrase, and rise again or fake your death and only tell your closest friend.
Oh my God.

Oh my God, can I complain? You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief. Weddings, boats and alibis. All drift away, and a mother cries. Liars and fools; sons and failures. Thieves will always say. Lost and found; ailing wanderers. Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems. Leavers always say. Broken hearted; separated. Orphans always say. War creators; racial haters. Preachers always say. Distant fathers; fallen warriors. Givers always say. Pilgrim saints; lonely widows. Users always say. Fearful mothers; watchful doubters.
Saviors always say..

Sometimes I cannot forgive. And these days, mercy cuts so deep. If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep. While I lay, I dream we're better, scales were gone and faces light. When we wake, we hate our brother. We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes, and all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing. What makes me so badly bent?

We all have a chance to murder. We all feel the need for wonder. We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder. Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven. All the times I thought to reach up. All the times I had to give.

Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense

i just scored a 90% on a LOST trivia quiz.

gyah. i'm such a nerd.
I finallygot my apps on my ripod. Yay! Now I can be on myspace and facebook anywhere in my house! Yay!

the past two days have consisted of wearing Christmas pjs 24-7, feasting on holiday cookies, and watching Christmas movies including my personal favorite a nightmare before christmas. I love Christmas so much, even moreso now that I have my own little family. Its so exciting to create new traditions and watch them grow into something your kids look forward to. Cory and I have mixed traditions from both sides of our family and now they have become completely our own.

Some of our traditions are:

We buy jammies for each other and open them Christmas eve night to wear them on xmas morning.
we have avacado on toast for breakfast Xmas morning.
We have steak for dinner Christmas day (but this year I'm REALLY missing turkey).
we always always buy presents for isabelle to open.

This Christmas has been the best of my life. Mostly because it was so intimate this morning when we opened gifts. I didn't have to share elsie or cory with anyone and I could enjoy their joy as they opened their gifts.

one of my favorite gifts this year was this necklace that my bestfriend bought me.

Its a camera and it means so freakin much to me. I haven't taken it off since I put it on. It's so special to me because 1. Photography is in my blood and it's my passion. 2. Because Katy's (peevesluvspasta) tiny fingers put it together and I just love you and your little family, Katy!

Merry christmas, everyone. I truly hope it's a great one.

Dec. 18th, 2008

this is what my core looks like as of late.

my christmas tree

cory and i put the christmas tree up last night. we listened to holiday songs by ray charles, ate white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, and drank some irish coffee. it was delightful. (and yes, those are sunflowers)

cory bought me CARDINOLOGY today!!!