- hello Ashley Sorensen
- Username: AMSorensen
- In response to: "Who are you?" First and foremost I am a mother. I have a beautiful son without whom my life would be considerably more bleak. Taking care of him is more important than anything else in this world.
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- 10 Things That Make Me Happy
He's always there with a smile, a goofy face, or a little dance to brighten my day. He's an unfailing source of entertainment, hugs, babble filled conversations, and raspberries. He is my pride and joy. Watching him grow and learn is the most incredible experience I could have ever hoped for and my life is so much richer for having him in it.
He's been the driving force behind the surge of all of the contentment my life has seen in the last two years. He has an amazing smile. He's goofy, loving, and devoted to a fault. He is my rock, my best friend, and my soul mate. Watching him turn into the man he is today from the boy he was in high school has been a pleasure. He is the best father I've ever known hands-down.
He's the biggest love bug ever. He's sweet, affectionate, adorable, and huge. He's good with my son, which isn't always easy for him considering he gets man-handeled on a regular basis, he gives kisses, and is always down for some cuddle time. He's the best cat I've ever had and probably ever will have.
There are just some songs and albums that are like old friends. They were there through heart ache, love, laughter, loss, new beginnings, and everything in between. Some of them still give me chills even though I've listened to them more times than I can count.
It's always been my greatest passion. I've been inclined to create since my early childhood and will probably continue to be my entire life. I love every aspect of it. I adore painting, drawing, sculpting, sewing, carving, metal and wood working, and photography. I love art so much that I want to teach it to elementary school kids!
It's always there to relieve stress, heart ache, or just to top of a really great day. I love homemade baked mac n' cheese, country fried chicken with white gravy, mashed potatoes, homemade biscuits, apple pie, peach cobbler, chocolate chip cookies, and a wide array of other foods that would be placed in the comfort category. Not only does the food itself make me happy, cooking it does too. I love cooking for my little family and usually do a pretty good job at it too.
I have read so many books that I consider to be some of my oldest and dearest friends. Books take you on new adventures, introduce you to new people and places, can teach you life lessons, and can paint the most stunning pictures in your mind. I love to read, I love the smell of books both old and new, and treasure the time I spend reading to my son. Right now we're working on the complete tales and poems of Winnie the Pooh.
Blankets Fresh From the Dryer
Why wouldn't they? They smell great, they're soft, they're warm, and they're comfy! This has been an obsession of mine since my toddler years.
It's a timeless classic. Some of the most beautiful, intelligent, and influential women wore them. They have the ability to make a girl feel classy, elegant, and sophisticated. Plus, ya know, they're pretty!
It's my absolute favorite holiday. It's wacky, fun, strange, and a little creepy...kind of like me! Plus, how could you hate a holiday that encourages people to give you free candy? You can't.
- My Earliest Memory
Many people have beautiful memories of special childhood adventures, stories, or traditions that they would often consider to be their earliest memory. Unfortunately my earliest memory isn't a pleasant one. It is of my father going on a drunken rampage and me hiding in a closet. You see, my father was a alcoholic with a taste for cocaine. This is how most of my childhood memories would be. My father, drunk again, would come home and immediately attack my mother. Things would be broken, I would hide, and eventually he would tire himself out or the cops would make him leave. He left for good when I was eleven and my whole life changed for the better. At first, I was angry and I was hurt. I had loved him despite his indiscretions. Then, after many disappointments...all the missed birthday's, holiday's, and father-daughter-dances, he was dead to me. I spent the next nineteen years of my life telling people that my step-father my dad. I spent the next twenty years of my life avoiding my real father at any cost. A few short months after turning twenty one, I drunkenly called my father at the prompting of my equally drunk mother. I told him what a shitty person he was. I told him that he missed all the hard parts of my life...that he missed me growing into a woman. He knew nothing of all the battle wounds I had collected. He knew nothing of the terrible anxiety he and inflicted upon me. He came to visit me about three weeks later. It was awkward but nice at times. The next time I saw him, I had just given birth to my son. The next time I see him will be my wedding day. I still resent him, but now I understand him a little better. I'm not afraid of him anymore. Rather than be scared of this drunken, tyrannical man, I feel sorry for him. He's sad and alone. He's lost or driven away almost everyone who could have cared for him. Now, at twenty three, I have taken pity on a man who showed such little pity to me.
Many people have beautiful memories of special childhood adventures, stories, or traditions that they would often consider to be their earliest memory. My son will be one of them. My son won't grow up like I did. Nobody will ever scare him that way. Nobody will ever scar him that way. So, I guess maybe I should be thankful that my father ultimately taught me what kind of man I never wanted to have children with...what kind of man I should love.
- My Favorite Place in the World
When I lived in the city, I found so many places and things that I fell in love with. Rittenhouse by far takes the cake. It's a beautiful little park in a beautiful neighborhood, and I spent many a days there people-watching, sketching, playing my guitar, doing homework, and contemplating life. There are always musicians and artists there, it's peaceful, and it's full of life.There is a fountain in the middle of the square where children often play. As I watched them, I knew that, someday, my child or children would play there too. Now that I have a son, I look forward to taking him there and showing him the one place in the city that always felt like home.
- The Most Bizarre Person I've Ever Met
I've met a lot of odd people in my life, but the most bizarre (at least at this current moment) has to be a professor I had last semester. He asserted himself as strange mere moments after the orientation for our class started. He was a close talker, a conspiracy theorist, an over-exaggerator, and he liked to...how should I put his? Touch his man-parts in front of the entire class. I was literally biting my tongue so as not to laugh at his ridiculous behavior.
- I'm on Team Neither.
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