Reasons that Ashley is Awesome

Here are some reasons that Ashley is awesome:

Saving me wheat pennies to give to Cheryl.
Having a adorable little daughter.
Having her life on track.
Keeping a A average in college.
Working, being a mom, and going to college.
Her fantastic ability to save money with coupons.
Her connection with her family.
Her documentation of her daughter's life.
Willingness to listen to my bad jokes.
Devotion to my blog.
Enjoyment of ugly jewelry.
Exaggerating everything.
Cutting her hair really short and wearing little-girl barrettes.
How she doesn't just go to the store she goes on an adventure to the store.
How fun she is to be around.
How refreshing she is compared to some of my other coworkers.
Her crazy ideas about things.
Her random obsessions.
Willingness to lend an ear to problems.
The little kids' book she wrote for her daughter.
Adding 'reasons that Ashley is Awesome' to the end of a list of ideas I wanted to write blogs about.

Reasons I Might Be Crazy

Some reasons I might be crazy:


I often find myself counting my steps.
When I'm in the grocery store I find myself counting in foreign languages in my head as I navigate around people. When I do this and get to a point I can't remember I switch rapidly to another language and cycle through all the ones I know.
I frequently practice conversations with people in advance.
I frequently come up with comebacks or funny stories to tell in advance.
Even though many things bother me to the point of distraction I deal with them passive aggressively rather than head-on.
I over-plan simple things like bus trips to unfamiliar places and conversations I don't want to have.
I sometimes wait to see if problems will go away before dealing with them.
I carry on conversations with myself in my head. Both talking to and answering myself.
I narrate my life inside my head editing as I go along. You know how Scrubs is narrated? I do that. All the time.
I never stop thinking. My head is always busy.
I tap on things and pace back and forth when I'm uncomfortable.
I go through the same motions again and again when I deal with customers to the point that I even brush my hair out of my eyes at the same points during every transaction.
I come up with optimal PC phrases to say to customers to make them happy and use them over and over again.
I am not fond of greetings.
I am startled when I am referred to by my real name. Especially outloud.
I begin conversations with no preamble.
I talk about whatever I happen to be thinking about at any given time.
I can be quiet for long stretches some times but at others I speak like it's a compulsion.
I have this paranoia that I need to get a MRI to find out if I have Multiples Sclerosis.
I prefer fantasy to reality.