Free-Ninety-Free...

I am a fan of free.



Anything free will do.



One time when I was a freshman in college, a wee naive babe, my roommates boyfriend worked at the local Shell Station. He always brought home huge bags of Beef Jerky or bucket loads of other gas station loot. When my roommate asked him how much it cost, his response was always:



"Don't worry babe...it was free-ninety-free."...Sounds kind of like $3.93....But as my little naive self soon learned, that is not what it meant.



Anyways, I can always go for something free-ninety-free.



As a poor college student, I have learned that if one tries hard enough, one can ALWAYS find free loot.



For instance, this website tells me at least 5 things i could get for free every day...Granted some of them are things like Depends Adult Diapers or subscriptions to "Nerd Weekly" magazine, but still it is free! And sometimes they come up with some really usable stuff. Just the other day I got a stack of sticky note labels in my mailbox...who couldn't use more sticky notes?



A friend blogger of mine recently posted this little gem...(pun intended).



www.diamondearrings.org sends out free pairs of "diamond earrings" by the bushel...



I am almost as big a fan of bling as I am a fan of free...



Combine the two, and what more could a girl ask for?!



So please, feel FREE (another pun intended) to get some free bling.

America's Next Top Models...

This weekend was one chock full of excitement....

Okay no it wasn't. But now that you are two sentences in, you can't just stop reading. That would be rude. Etiquette says that you can only quit after the first sentence.
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On Saturday, the roomies all headed up the canyon for our photo-shoot.

Some of us were much more ready for our close up than others...I'll let you guess who...

As we dabbed on makeup and perfected our ensembles, I asked Kylie, who had found the location for our shoot, if we would be doing some hiking to get to the beauty of nature...


Her reply was, and i quote:

"No no no. It is just right off the main road."



Oh good. Then my black satin flats that go with my outfit will be just fine.

I was deceived.

We pulled off the road to our "location".

Then we began repelling into the muddy ravine that was our real location...

Full of muddy and slippery rocks and branches that could give way underneath you only to end in tragic head bashing and death at the bottom, the location was beautiful.

My satin shoes have seen better days...but then again i bought them at Payless so I'm not completely heartbroken.

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Our dear friend Billy Jean (who is not my lover) took the pictures for us.

Some definitely came out better than others and we all promised that before any were published, they had to be photoshopped to make sure we were looking like we are winners of America's Next Top Model.


So, with a drum roll please....






I present to you....







The ladies of Apt. 41.


Oh and Tyra called...."We are still in the running for becoming America's Next Top Models."

Beatles Songs and Train Games

In my defense...it is still Sunday Night...meaning I am keeping my once a week promise.

Lately I have had this song stuck in my head...90% of the time.

Don't get me wrong. I love the Beatles as much as the next red-blooded human being.

(Well, except for a certain roommate with a name that starts with a G. She insists on calling the timeless musical gift we all know as The Beatles "The Bowl Cuts" and changing the song if one of their classics comes on the ipod. Yeah, they had bad haircuts. But the harmonies! The musical merit!)

Anyways, I digress.

This song is constantly going through my head.

I blame it on this:My name is Ashleigh and I am an addict.

Actually, I live in #41 and we are all addicts.
Except Abish.
She likes this game about as much as Gabby likes the Beatles.




The game looks something like this:

The object is to use your little colored trains to get from city to city across America.

I know, it sounds like a clever ploy a geography teacher would use to get her 3rd graders to learn the states.

But I assure you, it is fun for the whole family.

Unless Abish happens to be in your family.

We play this game at least 5 times a week, Usually multiple times in one sitting.

Sometimes we set alarms on our phones for "Train Game Time". We all take a break from the homework, the subway sandwich making, the athletic training and the library going and sit down as a family to play our favorite game.

And when the game is over, we knock all the trains over and scream and make crashing noises like you would hear at any massive train catastrophe, then we start all over again.

I would argue that it is just about the most wholesome thing you are going to find 5 college girls doing on a Friday night.

Addictions like that are okay, right?

Right.