Need y'alls help

Hey Hey Hey!

I am sure many of you know that I have started to "dabble" in photography, I am still just learning it all but I have been having problems with a name. I don't want to use my current whole name, because it is EXTREMELY hard to spell, plus when I get married it will change. So I need your help...

My initials are ALP (at the moment) eventually they will be ALV (eek)

My middle name is Lynn

I thought about Waking Up in Vegas; but what if i don't live here forever? decisions decisions.

Something I am feeling is "LoveLeigh Photography"

what do y'all think?

Suggestions?

Recent shoot:

Suggestions appreciated =]

Packing my bags!!

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I am moving this weekend!!! Insert freak out mode right here!! I just finished up finals, and now that I am down to the wire I noticed I have NOTHING done!! Setting up electricity, cable, etc. NOTHING.


























Don’t even get me started on packing! I have packed a bit here and there, took down all my wall décor and started to pack up my bedside drawer (nightstand.) When I was going through my drawers I thought, “if someone went through my drawers, what would they think of me?”

Would someone think “This girl likes to read?” based off the books that I have thrown about between the two drawers, or “This girl loves her Apple products!” based off all of my charging devices (iPad, Mac, iPhone.)

Then they would come to that area of the drawer that you try to hide from everyone, that you try to keep “private,” the area I would die if anyone found (especially my mother.) You know you have it too, the spot where you hide the “adult-balloons.” (gasp) What would they think? I have always been someone who wants kids, needs kids, and can’t wait to have kids, WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT; and that time is not now. Not for quite a few more years, hello boyfran hasn’t even put a ring on it yet. When I have questions about what birth control is right for me I turned to Bedsider.Org; they seriously have no BS answers to your questions, plenty of facts about what birth control is right for you, and they even have some useful tips too!

I am on the pill, have been for some years now (I started using it in my senior year of high school to regulate the “lady business” because I was on swim team and my body couldn’t decide when it wanted to have it, or not have it. My hormones were wack!) There has been several times where I wake up the next morning and think “Crap! I didn’t take my pill last night!” If you take the pill, you know its efficiency is 99% if taken perfectly, same time every day. Bedsider.Org has an awesome tool, that reminds you when to take your pill everyday! You bet your pretty bottom I signed up for that ish right away! It not only helps remind you to take your birth control, (which ever that may be) it also reminds you to set up your annual doctors appointments! (That is very important ladies!)

Here is how to set up those reminders:

I chose 10am, because no matter what shift I work..I am up around 10, (whether im getting off at 10, at work at 10, or waking up at 10 because I worked until 3am.) 

I chose email, because I get those straight to my phone anyway.

I honestly cannot say enough about this site; you have to check it out. I am not just saying that either, I like sites that don’t beat around the bush (awkward analogy) and tell you how it is, and what is best for you. They also have some funny videos, and some forums “Frisky Friday.” Yea, I know I have your attention now. Go check it out! Bedsider.Org

moving tips?
what is your favorite method of birth control?

"I'm so vain"

If you know me in real life, you would know two things about me; I am more insecure than I give off, and I never like a picture of myself....on most occasions  I know you all don't believe me considering how many "selfies" i post on instagram, but for real.. I don't like pictures of myself.  And what do you know Jenni's prompt today was "What is your favorite picture of yourself?" I thought "Oh, i'll post one with Matt." Then decided against that, then I thought "Oh one from when I am in highschool," but opposed that. Because you guys don't want to see that, you want to see me...now..by myself.

So the other day when I did the "my day in photos" I actually took a picture I approve of. I am learning to embrace what I don't like about myself, and the things I love about myself (like my eyes, and my lips, and the scar on my head-which you can't see in this pictures)  

What I like about this pictures is the fact that my eyes pop, my smile is subtle...and I feel I look like I'm happy.  

What is your favorite thing about yourself?

not just an ordinary day

My "day in the life" changes everyday; whether I have school, work, nothing, or errands galore... as I am sure your day changes daily too.  Yesterday was a "different" day, I was studying for final exams, so it didn't have the usual suspects of laying in bed, losing money at target, or working out in this terrible heat. (yuck).


My day was still less than exciting, but here is my day in black and white pictures!

I wake up at 6:03, I like having an odd number at the end. Why? I have no idea.

 Take out this handsome man, throw the ball around, and feed him.

Eat the breakfast of champions: lucky charms.
I don't usually eat cereal, but today it sounded fantastic.

Check on the blog, read up on some of my favorites and write up the next days post (lets be honest, the day of's post.)

Text the usual "Good Mornings" to the boyfriend and best friends.

Get some stuff organized for our move in just 2 weeks! eek! Excited does not cover it!

Study for my final exams that are today..a real freakin joy (sarcasm font?)

Study break (I know it is bad for me, save me the speech ;))

Laugh a little, and talk about wedding stuff. (me and another girl are awaiting the bling)

Which makes me look at this site (howheasked.com)

And watch "My Fair Wedding"

A couple hours later Matt comes home for lunch, and just depends on what we feel like having.

Took a shower and started getting ready for work that night

My post shower necessities:

Put on my makeup

Mascara is by far my favorite make up item

Watch Chopped while getting ready, seriously addicted to this show

Spend sometime with the Bogey-meister before I head out to work

Not Pictured: My dinner, and work. I got home around 12 am, wrote this post and crashed. 

And that my friends is my day for May 14th! 

Happy girls are the prettiest

Happy girls are the prettiest, without a doubt.

Jenni's prompt today was "10 things that make you happy," and I absolutely love it. Thinking about what makes me happy, made me happy. 

So without further adieu 

Ashleigh's List of Happiness:

10. Sunshine

9. Toes in the sand/dirt/woods (aka traveling)

8. Laughing with my girlfriends (group texts, ya feel me)

7. Being silly (tickle-fest, jumping on the bed, laughing uncontrollably)

6. Photography-seeing something and lusting to take a picture

5. Babies-enough said

4. A good book, and a cold beer

3. Bogey kisses

2. Family time
1. Matthew Steven 

im sorry

Dear Guest @ ********,

I am sorry if I seem rude, but when you say "Vodka/Soda" and I bring you a Vodka/Soda (with 1 lime) and you go all off at me for not giving you 2 limes...it is not appreciated. I am sorry if I "accidentally" skip over you, but I am definitely not out here working for my hourly. You know coming here that when someone gives you a drink FOR FREEEEE you could give up a buck or two or five. kay thanks.  I am sorry if you give me a nice tip and you expect to get my phone number, or something else...and I don't give it to you.  There is several hookers here, I am not one of them.  I'm sorry if you ask for Grey Goose, tip me fifty cents, and then the next time you get well vodka. Tell me you can taste the difference in your bloody mary and I will punch you.. you cannot.  I am sorry that if you ask for light ice and in the hustle and bustle of a busy night I accidentally forget to give you "light ice" and give you the normal amount. That is not a necessary reason to ask to "speak to my  manager" because I promise you I am the sweetest girl, and one of the nicest beezy's that work at that casino; most girls would have taken the drink back and walked away.  (See: be nice to your servers).  I am sorry if you are one of these people, and get offended. Just speaking the truth from one girl trying to make a living to the next. I apologize if you think I make copious amounts of money, and say "you are a pretty girl, I know you do fine." Bisshhh I don't make as much as you think I do, I too am trying to have a good night.  I apologize for this letter to my "guest" but you should know I am a nice person, with a good head on her shoulders, working on a degree, taking care of her family, and working to pay off school loans. Stop assuming, and ask about me. talk to me. I have feelings too.  

Sincerely,

This Girl

Most.Embarrassing.MOMENT.Ever

Today's prompt was "What is the most embarrassing thing to happen to you?" And I hate this question, I am never sure on what to say...what is embarrassing to me might not be to you, or I tried to block that out, and act like it never happened.

This morning as I was sitting here contemplating on what story I should write about (because there are many) Then I remembered one that popped up on my new app Timehop, this embarrassing story happened 2 1/2 years ago...you know right when I was meeting Matt.

  (Timehop is an app that goes through all the apps you allow it too, and tells you what you wrote/posted on that day 1 year, 2 years, 3 years, etc ago.) 

When I worked at the private school we had training every year, for two weeks before the beginning of the school year. It involved days on days of new curriculum, new teaching methods, and we have to implement those methods by practicing them in front of our peers.  I just got done "performing" and was trying to make it back to my chair as QUICK AS POSSIBLE. I had to step over my bags, my books, and all my teaching materials; in fear of falling I put my hand on my chair to give me "support." That didn't exactly happen, it actually did the opposite. 

In the picture below I am showing you where I put my hand on the chair. I placed my weight on my hand at the back of the chair, thinking that would have the most support as I stepped over all my crap. I was wrong..very wrong. 

I am sure by now you can see where this is headed, the chair itself started to fold up; and because all my weight was pushed on this chair there was NOTHING I could do.  Since all my crap was in my way I couldn't take another step to balance myself, I had to literally go limp and fall with the chair.  On a tile floor, in front of a 30 people, and in front of this "guy" I was trying to impress (Matt.)

I literally fell like a board, straight onto my arm, I didn't want to try and catch myself because I was scared that the weight of my body on the chair would break my arm because of how my arm was folded up.  I had to literally just act like a board....and just fall. I was watching my boss the entire time I was falling, she was looking at me with such horror on her face.  I felt my arm hit the floor, my head, and the rest of my body.  My first thought was "Can I feel my arm? Is it broken?" Then I tried to get up, but since I was laying on the chair, I couldn't get my arm out because the chair was pressing on my arm, and my body was on the chair.  So I had to shimmy to the side of the chair to get my arm out, all while people are trying to physically pick me up because they were scared my arm was broken.  I just kept saying "Stop helping me, I'm okay!" "Stop, you are embarrassing me"  because the whole falling thing wasn't enough, when people tried to help me...that's when I started to feel embarrassed. RIGHT.

Needless to say, I got up, walked out of the room, cried out of embarrassment. Walked back into the room and said "well my friends that is how you end a performance!" I figured I needed to show people it was okay to talk about it, I was okay, and that they didn't need to be worried about it.  I had a pretty bad bruised up arm, but my ego was wrecked more than anything!

Lets just say...to this day people STILL talk about it.  

Linking up with Jenni

What is your most embarrassing story?