A glipse into my world...

First of all, I am not, nor will I ever be a writer, so don't please don't expect any spectacular blogs from me. Anyway, I guess I'll make my first blog a little about me and the world around me.

So... My name is Ashlyn, I'm from a small town in Georgia. Most days I love it here, but recently it's been full of small town drama and I just want out. I'm a full time college student and I only have a year left. I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad about this, though. I've enjoyed my college years and I'll hate to see them go, but I guess I'll be excited to have a job and a house and car to call my own.

I'm home for the summer now and will be returning to my lovely college town in time for class on August 18. I'll start the second year of living with my wonderful sister this year. And, let me tell you, it has been an experience. Hilary is 2 years younger than me, so I was off at college away from here for 2 years before she decided to join me in south GA where we moved in together last year. And, I thought I had trouble studying before. Neither one of us can get much studying done because I'm either in her room or she is in mine. Hilary is in my bed every night at 11 on the dot to watch Will and Grace, sometimes even before that. We have ump-teen TV shows to watch during the week, which we have to do together. Thank God for Tivo! If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't get anything done! She comes to my bathroom to use my toilet, knowing good and well she has one just a few steps down the hall. Oh well... I'm not complaining. I wouldn't have it any other way. Would you, Hilary?

I have the sweetest little brother, Jared. Although he isn't that little. My 6 foot, 220 pound brother is my "little" man. I miss him when I'm off at school and look forward to his text messages on Wednesday or Thursday asking if I'll be home for the weekend. He turned 16 not too long ago, and it brought a tear to my eye when he called to tell me he passed his driving test. He is hell on wheels, but aren't all 16 year old boys?

I have 2 wonderful parents. My mama is just like her mama, stubborn and hard to please, and I'm told that I'm going to be just like them one day. God help me! But, I love them anyway. She is a teacher and says she hates every minute of it, but sometimes I think she really kinda likes it because why else would she be there? Mama is funny and fun to talk to. She loves my chihuahua, Ruby, as do I, but she seems a bit too obsessed with her than me. I sometimes agree with Hilary - She needs a hobby. Then there's my daddy. He can't hear, though I think he just has selective hearing. Can't see much either. We pick on him about getting old but he just says "Na... I'm young!" Ok daddy. He takes care of me... Whatever I need, all I have to do is ask. He is my bank and my everything.

So there it is... It's not much, but like I said, I'm no writer. Maybe I'll get better at this. If not, sorry in advance.