kimberley ashton
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I feel like i have alot to say but say nothing at all sometimes.
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Storage Wars
Day 3 By the time we went back to the storage the next day, I had forgotten all about that “voice” I thought I heard. I was more concerned with having to deal with the evil witch. Arriving at storage that afternoon, I was expecting to see the deny word go across the machine or her glaring out the window from the office; but to my surprise we weren't denied access and she was nowhere in sight. Was i dreaming, is this real i thought to myself and we strolled on up to our storage unit like any other day. When we got up to our storage unit, here came the evil witch, riding in on her trusty broomstick. She was already scowling and I could see it in the way she floated down the hallway, broom in one hand and dustpan in another. “You were her after hours last night.” she said with destain in her voice. “Yes , I realize that and I was going to tell you when we got here but you were not in the office.” I said. “We were going through some of our boxes and we lost track of time and before we knew it, it was 10:30pm. I do apologize.” I tried to sound as innocent as possible and hoped she bought it. “If it happens again you will only have access while we are in office.” She growled as she peered inside our unit and sulked back down to her dungeon.
By kimberley ashton5 years ago in Horror
Storage Wars
“It’s okay Kimberley, it's just the things that go bump in the night, they can't see where they are going so they bump into walls and such, nothing to be afraid of.” said mom “Maybe they need glasses, they will see better.” said I. This conversation is one I remember having with my mom when I was about 6 or 7 years old. For as long as I can look back, I have always had a fear of the dark. Why? Still till this day i am not sure. Maybe, because i can not see, maybe the fear of the unknown or possibly a combination of both. Whatever the reason does not matter, nor would it have helped me the night the storage war began.
By kimberley ashton5 years ago in Humans
What The Husky
Day 2: Christmas morning is always an exciting time, especially when you get to see the smiles on your child/childrens faces. Well the morning after we got Bloo was like that except, a lot more smelly and alot less smiling. The excitement of having a new puppy was still running through all our veins, however, we forgot just that, she is a puppy! Essentially she is a furry baby; and just like a baby she pooped, peed and was getting into things she was not supposed to.
By kimberley ashton5 years ago in Petlife
What the HUSKY
Day 1: Our family has been slowly looking to get a dog or more specifically a puppy for a little while now but today would be the day that our search ended. It was about 9pm and I had just finished helping my daughter with a project of hers, when my husband started yelling at me from the bathroom. Naturally, I went running in there, thinking something was wrong; only to find him sitting on the porcelain throne, talking about "Get the kid ready, we're going to Ontario." I was speechless. Finally, after the shock wore off, I asked, "Why exactly are we going to Ontario and 9pm?" My husband responded, "This lady agreed to give us a husky for $450, look babe they are perfect and it's a great price, come on it's perfect." He was acting like a kid in a candy shop. Let me just say by the way, I really did not want a puppy puppy because of how much work they are. I already have 4 kids, 5 if you count my husband, work, school and try to find a little time for myself. But, per usual i gave in quickly and by 9:45pm we were on the road to Ontario.
By kimberley ashton5 years ago in Petlife
PERFECTLY IMPERFECT
I remember as a little girl writing in my journals; writing all over my notebooks, "I love blank (whichever boy I thought was cute that week). How giggly I got and excited I would be at the possibility that the crush I had might actually like me back. These were the good times. As we grow, Our parents, teachers, and even movies all talk about and portrait the glamorous side of love, life and marriage. Rarely ever do you hear about or see the bad side until you experience it yourself.
By kimberley ashton5 years ago in Humans
