<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:44:43.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurbs By Ashli</title><subtitle type='html'>My random thoughts, poems, feelings and whatever else I choose to share.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-3727774401872520395</id><published>2011-02-09T03:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T03:32:49.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama! Drama! Drama!</title><content type='html'>So I have decided that I need a nice, relaxing vacation away from stupid drama and craziness that other people bring into my life. Seriously, I have enough to worry about! I don't need someone to make problems for me. Ya know those days that you think everything is going ok and you've decided to make it a somewhat relaxing day and then *POW!* Everything is turned upside down because of someone else! Well... I'm sick of it. People need to get their stories straight and leave me out of their drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-3727774401872520395?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/3727774401872520395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=3727774401872520395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3727774401872520395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3727774401872520395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2011/02/drama-drama-drama.html' title='Drama! Drama! Drama!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4294426811440386990</id><published>2011-01-29T15:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:20:08.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year of New Things...</title><content type='html'>This year is going to be a good one. I am getting all kinds of good vibes. I am teaching myself to play the guitar... a frustrating but fun goal. It is frustrating learning a new instrument but hopefully it will get better. I also started crocheting a scarf. It is very plain and not fantastic but I'm getting the hang of it. Mostly I just needed something to keep my hands busy. And I WILL finish it! (Unlike all the rest of my half completed projects.) ... hmm... maybe finishing all of my projects should be another goal.&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Yay! I have tons of stuff to fill my year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4294426811440386990?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4294426811440386990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4294426811440386990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4294426811440386990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4294426811440386990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-of-new-things.html' title='A New Year of New Things...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-341476344279173326</id><published>2010-12-26T16:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:46:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas was... YESTERDAY?!</title><content type='html'>This year Christmas didn't feel right. Oh well... Another year is almost done and gone. Time for a new one to start with new goals, hopes and dreams! Maybe I can find the "Spirit" of Christmas even though the holiday is past.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a Happy Holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-341476344279173326?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/341476344279173326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=341476344279173326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/341476344279173326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/341476344279173326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-was-yesterday.html' title='Christmas was... YESTERDAY?!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4064906892593883490</id><published>2010-11-19T12:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:43:33.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We a Thankful People?</title><content type='html'>So I am seriously wondering were Thanksgiving has gone. I walk around the stores and I see Christmas every where. We have Halloween and then... Christmas? Really, people?! I guess Thanksgiving isn't marketable enough.&lt;br /&gt;Originally, Thanksgiving is a day to show gratitude for that which we are thankful; our friendships, our family, our gracious God and how blessed we are every day. What a beautiful meaning for a holiday! And what have we reduced it to? A day where we eat tons of food and watch football?&lt;br /&gt;I personally thank God for all that He has blessed me with. I am blessed everyday with friends and family who care about me. I have a job which provides a way for me to provide for myself. I have a car that runs. I have a roof over my head and food in my belly. And I am grateful that we can take a few moments of our day to remember the real meanings for our holidays.&lt;br /&gt;So... Let us be a thankful people.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4064906892593883490?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4064906892593883490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4064906892593883490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4064906892593883490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4064906892593883490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/11/are-we-thankful-people.html' title='Are We a Thankful People?'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4377609056141466526</id><published>2010-10-20T02:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:56:20.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a good read?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/TL6uZNpmvbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0AhTJr8DPao/s1600/shudder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/TL6uZNpmvbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0AhTJr8DPao/s320/shudder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530049140641676722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished a super good book! Its good for anyone who wants to read gripping, mysterious, romantic, LDS novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4377609056141466526?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4377609056141466526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4377609056141466526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4377609056141466526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4377609056141466526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/10/need-good-read.html' title='Need a good read?...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/TL6uZNpmvbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0AhTJr8DPao/s72-c/shudder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1148510064209998347</id><published>2010-08-05T12:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:10:16.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New and Different...</title><content type='html'>So I decided that I need to do something new and different... Its not what I had originally thought it would be but we will see what God has in store for me in the near future. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1148510064209998347?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1148510064209998347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1148510064209998347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1148510064209998347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1148510064209998347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-new-and-different.html' title='Something New and Different...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-3269872095180475056</id><published>2010-07-12T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:38:06.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquerers of the West...</title><content type='html'>Today I have been studying and working on family history. There is so much to find and learn. So at the library I was looking at the books relating to pioneer heritage and I found a couple books to help me. Yay! Not many people share my excitement and enthusiasm over finding a name or a date but to me it is one of the most amazing things ever! So off I go to do my dishes and then settle down with this book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-3269872095180475056?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/3269872095180475056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=3269872095180475056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3269872095180475056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3269872095180475056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/07/conquerers-of-west.html' title='Conquerers of the West...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-8939533587195083643</id><published>2010-07-11T08:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:33:57.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderfully, Awsome, Amazing, Busy Weekend...</title><content type='html'>On Friday, Micheal and Natasha got married. It was a very nice, simple ceremony and they looked beautiful. Congrats to them in the future (cuz we all know it's not easy.)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I hung out with my Uncle Eric again. I seem to be doing that a lot on weekends. We have fun even if we aren't doing anything fantastically amazing. We delivered a load of fire wood. Then we moved a half ton bale out of the hay shed (cuz Grandpa told us to) with only my superwoman strength, his man power and cables and pulleys! I made fun of his man power and his awesomeness so he said that I have moved down on the list and I am now his second favorite person in the world. :( Sad!&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Birthday, Devin! Wahoo! He will be 15 on Tues, July 13th... Man, they grow up so fast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-8939533587195083643?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/8939533587195083643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=8939533587195083643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8939533587195083643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8939533587195083643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-wonderfully-awsome-amazing-busy.html' title='My Wonderfully, Awsome, Amazing, Busy Weekend...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-216678949184463248</id><published>2010-07-10T22:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:52:14.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Um... Yeah!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have posted but I guess that is what happens when life gets a little busy and other things take priority. I have been working and doing family history. I love working on family history and I have been doing more of that lately. anyway, so much is going on but at the moment I am falling asleep. So I will have to say that sleep is a bigger priority... Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-216678949184463248?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/216678949184463248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=216678949184463248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/216678949184463248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/216678949184463248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-yeah.html' title='Um... Yeah!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-3904328160488498353</id><published>2010-04-26T09:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:06:54.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazi Officer's Wife</title><content type='html'>I have been reading a book called "The Nazi Officer's Wife: How one Jewish woman survived the Holocaust." It is really interesting to read the things that Edith Hahn Beer has to say about her life during the World War 2 era. There is a part in the book that I really found interesting. It was 1933, Edith and some of her friends were having a political discussion about whether to fear Hilter and his ideas. She made the comment, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have read Hitler's book "Mein Kampf" and also some works by his colleague Herr Alfred Rosenberg because I am a fair-minded, objective person and I believe one should always hear out all sides before making a decision, and so I can tell you from firsthand knowledge that these men are idiots. Their ideas about how to Jews have poisoned their so-called superior Aryan race and caused all of Germany's troubles are utter nonsense. No intelligent person could possibly believe them. Hitler is laughable. He will soon disappear." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-3904328160488498353?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/3904328160488498353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=3904328160488498353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3904328160488498353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3904328160488498353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/04/nazi-officers-wife.html' title='Nazi Officer&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-758467940517511076</id><published>2010-04-20T13:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:31:23.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Creative Imagination...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Only Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will take your heart of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;He will take your heart of pain,&lt;br /&gt;So that you can love again.&lt;br /&gt;In His wounded hands He'll hold you,&lt;br /&gt;Calm the darkest, darkest nights.&lt;br /&gt;He loves you and knows your name.&lt;br /&gt;He is Christ, Son of the Living God,&lt;br /&gt;And through those bitter, cold times,&lt;br /&gt;Just remember His name,&lt;br /&gt;Pray for strength to keep on fighting&lt;br /&gt;Because Eternity is yours to claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*ashli2010*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-758467940517511076?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/758467940517511076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=758467940517511076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/758467940517511076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/758467940517511076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-creative-imagination.html' title='My Creative Imagination...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4591412011512897230</id><published>2010-04-07T12:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:44:09.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matter of Life and Death</title><content type='html'>General Conference was phenomenal! Its a good thing that I took notes because there is no way I could remember everything that I wanted to otherwise. I loved President Monson's talk. He is an amazing man. He said something like: "to understand the meaning of death, we have to understand the purpose of life." Wow! So what is the purpose of life? What does life mean to you? Hmm... Maybe its something we should all think about?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4591412011512897230?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4591412011512897230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4591412011512897230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4591412011512897230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4591412011512897230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/04/matter-of-life-and-death.html' title='Matter of Life and Death'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-6156785207020452415</id><published>2010-03-24T09:49:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:59:58.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S6o2W85xPxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MwrgwW9aju0/s1600/ginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S6o2W85xPxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MwrgwW9aju0/s200/ginger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452230066818858770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ginger. If I could have pets and had the money to adopt her I would in a heart beat! She is so cute and perfect. And I want a dog so much... Callista said that she looks like an Ewok from Star Wars but that is ok with me cuz I always thought they were cute and wanted one. I think she looks like a teddy bear... She does have a fault though, she doesn't get along well with children. But that isn't a problem for me cuz I don't have kids. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-6156785207020452415?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/6156785207020452415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=6156785207020452415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6156785207020452415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6156785207020452415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish.html' title='I Wish...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S6o2W85xPxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MwrgwW9aju0/s72-c/ginger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-8064354016937009162</id><published>2010-03-24T09:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:12:10.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Post Is Titleless...</title><content type='html'>Today while trying to parallel park, I managed to hit the curb (which is more like a foot wall than a curb.) Now my car has a nice scrape on the rear bumper. :( ...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is how unlucky my luck is. I manage to find a close parking spot to institute and I have a crappy time parking in it. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to squeeze my car into that small of a space but I did it and I guess all is well but it is still frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-8064354016937009162?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/8064354016937009162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=8064354016937009162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8064354016937009162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8064354016937009162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-post-is.html' title='This Post Is Titleless...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4341824502327303243</id><published>2010-03-18T11:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:52:10.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh that wretched reality!</title><content type='html'>I really have nothing inspiring to say today but I feel like writing... I just don't know about what. I think I need a nice, long, relaxing vacation somewhere warm. I'm visualizing luscious green grass and a lawn chair with a glass of ice cold lemonade and a good mystery novel... Somewhere where I can go barefoot or at least wear flipflops... where I can get a massage... But alas I have to come back to reality where I am a servant/prisoner of my debts and cannot afford to take such a vacation. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4341824502327303243?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4341824502327303243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4341824502327303243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4341824502327303243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4341824502327303243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-that-wretched-reality.html' title='Oh that wretched reality!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-8817398386886490571</id><published>2010-03-10T16:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:12:35.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O'Remember</title><content type='html'>I have been working on family history and really love it. It makes my day go so much better and makes things seem a little more worth while. I have also realized that you can't take anything for granted and that anything that happens, no matter how small a deal it seems to you, can impact people for generations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-8817398386886490571?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/8817398386886490571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=8817398386886490571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8817398386886490571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8817398386886490571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/03/oremember.html' title='O&apos;Remember'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2299064456585872411</id><published>2010-03-04T10:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:03:04.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Space!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have decided to de-junk and get rid of things that I don't need/want. It is harder than it sounds but I am going to do it. I hate not having space to put all my junk so a simple solution is to get rid of it, right? I did get my living room semi-clean. Now I just have the unpleasant task of sorting through stacks of papers that I have been neglecting forever... I guess, its spring cleaning time. Maybe I'm just getting antsy because I haven't been able to go outside and lay on the grass or wear flipflops. (Which, by the way, I am wearing today even though there is still some snow but it is warm so why not?) Good luck to everyone else who is spring cleaning as well. I guess we just have to remember that cleanliness is next to Godliness. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2299064456585872411?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2299064456585872411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2299064456585872411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2299064456585872411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2299064456585872411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/03/need-space.html' title='Need Space!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-3079594198006735002</id><published>2010-02-12T12:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:38:11.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Single Awareness Day!</title><content type='html'>I have decided that being single gives me the right to fully detest Valentines Day. However, it is a good excuse for me and my single friends to hang out, watch sappy movies and eat junk food.  But I am pretty sure we would have done that anyway because it is Callista's birthday today. Yay for another year older and wiser, too! Anyway, Valentines Day is one of the stupidest holidays ever and it is something that I have come to call Single Awareness Day. If you can't tell your significant other that you love them the other 364 days of the year what is one stupid holiday gonna matter? Now that I have gotten my bitterness about V-Day out I feel much better. So for all you that are happily in a relationship, whatever it's status, Happy Valentines Day and for all that are like me, still waiting for Price Charming, Happy Single Awareness Day! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-3079594198006735002?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/3079594198006735002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=3079594198006735002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3079594198006735002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3079594198006735002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-single-awareness-day.html' title='Happy Single Awareness Day!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2593157033529546487</id><published>2010-02-10T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:03:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>Random thought for the day from institute...&lt;br /&gt;"You do not want to marry a foolish Mormon!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2593157033529546487?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2593157033529546487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2593157033529546487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2593157033529546487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2593157033529546487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1707483404055513561</id><published>2010-02-06T12:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:45:33.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S23GyYfRzzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K2kgNq4Nnos/s1600-h/0205001959a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S23GyYfRzzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K2kgNq4Nnos/s320/0205001959a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435218894175457074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in an effort to hide the dark line that ran around my head from a dye job gone wrong I now have blond highlights... What do ya think?  (the pics not the greatest but it works)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1707483404055513561?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1707483404055513561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1707483404055513561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1707483404055513561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1707483404055513561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-new-hair.html' title='My New Hair...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S23GyYfRzzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K2kgNq4Nnos/s72-c/0205001959a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-7800774759154592146</id><published>2010-02-01T11:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:02:25.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Life or Lack There Of</title><content type='html'>I love going to institute. I am taking a New Testament class and it is great. I kinda miss going to school but one institute class twice a week is enough for me right now.  I don't think I am up to going back to school. I don't miss the stress one bit. I am also going to lose weight walking up and down Old Main Hill to get to class. Yippee! Hooray for crappy free parking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-7800774759154592146?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/7800774759154592146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=7800774759154592146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7800774759154592146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7800774759154592146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/02/campus-life-or-lack-there-of.html' title='Campus Life or Lack There Of'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-3643668090247305754</id><published>2010-01-21T10:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:46:15.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fur Children</title><content type='html'>Christmas weekend I dog sat for some friends of mine while they celebrated their anniversary.  It was nice because it was kinda like a mini-vacation for me as well.  It was nice to be able to be around animals because I really miss it.  If I could have a puppy in my apartment, I would in a heart beat but of course the only pet that I can have is a fish.  However, you can't pet a fish, a fish can't sleep with you, a fish isn't a very comforting pet so I have no pet. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway... here are pics of the "fur children" as they are called... (Bruno is my favorite because he is a very mellow dog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bruno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S1iRYUGrhyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KR7XRTpE948/s1600-h/1228090737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S1iRYUGrhyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KR7XRTpE948/s320/1228090737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429249197694748450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S1iRZkpnqyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/anmJu_oH8Ec/s1600-h/1228090743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S1iRZkpnqyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/anmJu_oH8Ec/s320/1228090743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429249219316132642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S1iRZC0lviI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q2lnraHahtk/s1600-h/1228090742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S1iRZC0lviI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Q2lnraHahtk/s320/1228090742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429249210235338274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-3643668090247305754?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/3643668090247305754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=3643668090247305754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3643668090247305754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3643668090247305754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2010/01/fur-children.html' title='The Fur Children'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/S1iRYUGrhyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KR7XRTpE948/s72-c/1228090737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1093402841805782546</id><published>2009-12-19T10:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:28:21.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny!!!</title><content type='html'>Found a funny pic... thought I would share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sy0NJQ0__cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XvfNxt24x4k/s1600-h/christmas-cancelled-sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sy0NJQ0__cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XvfNxt24x4k/s320/christmas-cancelled-sml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000379583823298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1093402841805782546?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1093402841805782546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1093402841805782546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1093402841805782546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1093402841805782546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny.html' title='Funny!!!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sy0NJQ0__cI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XvfNxt24x4k/s72-c/christmas-cancelled-sml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-3037701393106542431</id><published>2009-12-19T10:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:25:22.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck the Halls with WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sy0LhivTf3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/dv4H5D_Qw3M/s1600-h/merry-christmas-with-tree.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sy0LhivTf3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/dv4H5D_Qw3M/s200/merry-christmas-with-tree.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416998597685378930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well my week is going to be very busy so I figured today would be a good day to blog and to with everyone a Merry Christmas. I am loving working a ten day stretch! NOT! I like having a break and not having to work weekends but I guess it is my turn considering that I have been trading my weekends with someone else for a while.  Oh well... Thank goodness I get Christmas weekend off!!! Well, since I have a ton to do this is going to be a short post but I hope that everyone has Happy Holidays, eats way to much and is completely full of joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-3037701393106542431?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/3037701393106542431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=3037701393106542431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3037701393106542431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3037701393106542431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/12/deck-halls-with-what.html' title='Deck the Halls with WHAT?!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sy0LhivTf3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/dv4H5D_Qw3M/s72-c/merry-christmas-with-tree.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-5682742771283068955</id><published>2009-12-12T14:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:10:06.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To dream the impossible dream...</title><content type='html'>So I like it when it snows because that means that it is warmer outside but I really hate driving in the snow.  I really would love to get  a 4 wheel drive car again or a truck would be even better. My dream vehicle is a Toyota Tacoma 4x4 extended cab charcoal color with black interior.  Can you tell that my dreams of this truck have been well thought about... Someday it will be mine!  Someday in the future when I can afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is Christmas time I feel the need to be extra charitable but unfortunately my bank account says that I should be otherwise. I see people, work with people and know people who have less than I do and are not going to have Christmas the way that they should. Christmas isn't all about getting but it is about giving and you can't give if you don't have. I am kinda reminded of the Widow's Mite. She gave all she had. We should be like the Widow and give all that we have not just money but our time, love and whatever else. We shouldn't just do this at Christmas time but all the time. ... Merry Christmas and Happy New Year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-5682742771283068955?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/5682742771283068955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=5682742771283068955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/5682742771283068955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/5682742771283068955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-dream-impossible-dream.html' title='To dream the impossible dream...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2727614386926975797</id><published>2009-12-05T13:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:47:20.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrGAI-BMiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QWmkYJAo_E8/s1600-h/PHOT0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrGAI-BMiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QWmkYJAo_E8/s200/PHOT0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411855607948980770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrF_sDwOqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6r0r4yT3AIQ/s1600-h/PHOT0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrF_sDwOqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6r0r4yT3AIQ/s200/PHOT0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411855600188406434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrF--CdaPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7DDguBHCpOo/s1600-h/PHOT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrF--CdaPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7DDguBHCpOo/s200/PHOT0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411855587834947826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrF_aUdtUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cRFxZEfHPb4/s1600-h/PHOT0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrF_aUdtUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cRFxZEfHPb4/s200/PHOT0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411855595426657602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2727614386926975797?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2727614386926975797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2727614386926975797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2727614386926975797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2727614386926975797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-more-pics.html' title='Some more pics...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrGAI-BMiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QWmkYJAo_E8/s72-c/PHOT0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-5409156291746066306</id><published>2009-12-05T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:35:46.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrDvFIxwbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DZtJZIgRRXw/s1600-h/PHOT0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrDvFIxwbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DZtJZIgRRXw/s320/PHOT0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411853115839332786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrDutjqovI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vaeYEh_8sT8/s1600-h/PHOT0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrDutjqovI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vaeYEh_8sT8/s320/PHOT0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411853109509661426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrDt4puBfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wc40lxfJ3B8/s1600-h/PHOT0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrDt4puBfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wc40lxfJ3B8/s320/PHOT0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411853095307970034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Canyon and me at the Grand Canyon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-5409156291746066306?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/5409156291746066306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=5409156291746066306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/5409156291746066306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/5409156291746066306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-pics.html' title='Some pics...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxrDvFIxwbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DZtJZIgRRXw/s72-c/PHOT0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2422093291716189883</id><published>2009-11-30T10:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:30:59.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday!</title><content type='html'>Blah... It's Monday. The only thing exciting about today is that for FHE my ward is having a dinner and an auction.  It is going to be great.  Who could resist free dinner from Texas Roadhouse? The auction is to collect canned goods for the food pantry.  Ya know it doesn't feel like it should be the Christmas season yet.  But it is here yet again.  One more year down and I am still just as confused about life as I was before.  Well, that is enough of my random rambling, I had better get on with the rest of my boring day.  TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2422093291716189883?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2422093291716189883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2422093291716189883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2422093291716189883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2422093291716189883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1772395853839419713</id><published>2009-11-27T20:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:34:09.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxCXaBt4Z1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/rSQgDpUAuWo/s1600/asherinlenabri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408989625865234258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxCXaBt4Z1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/rSQgDpUAuWo/s400/asherinlenabri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Erin, Lena and Brionne at the head of Cub River. We went hiking after Brionne's mission farewell luncheon on Sept 20th. It was fun. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1772395853839419713?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1772395853839419713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1772395853839419713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1772395853839419713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1772395853839419713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/11/hiking.html' title='Hiking...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SxCXaBt4Z1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/rSQgDpUAuWo/s72-c/asherinlenabri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1950971640814135502</id><published>2009-11-16T13:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:40:40.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that vacation is over...</title><content type='html'>Oh how sad is it when you have to come back from a vacation.  I enjoyed the days that I had to rest my weary mind and body from work. It was good to get away and not have to worry about bills and work and everything because it was already taken care of.  It was also good to see Jessica again as we do not see each other often enough. I had a good time hanging out with her and briefly with her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was beautiful.  The Mesa Temple is amazingly beautiful... However, I was a little disheartened when I saw that there is not an Angel Moroni but I guess there are a lot of temples without him.  I guess I take for granted the wonderful history and legacy that we have here in the Cache Valley area. We are so blessed as individuals and as a people in general. We are blessed with an amazing pioneer heritage and we should want to share that... Now that I am going off on a tangent, let me get back Arizona... It was fun to see the different style of landscaping but I think I prefer living somewhere where we have enough water to have green grass in our parks and yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also a blast to see Bryce Canyon, the Grand Canyon, and also Cove Fort (which is located between Kanosh and Beaver, Utah.) Cove Fort is an amazing little place that the Church built under the direction of Pres. Brigham Young. I think that if you have the chance to stop there and see the Fort, do so. (&lt;a href="http://www.covefort.com/history.htm"&gt;http://www.covefort.com/history.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will have to post some pics of things but as for right now... &lt;em&gt;Hasta La Vista, Baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1950971640814135502?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1950971640814135502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1950971640814135502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1950971640814135502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1950971640814135502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-that-vacation-is-over.html' title='Now that vacation is over...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-7495278189246492589</id><published>2009-10-31T14:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:26:36.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Daily Blogging...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we are heading out to Arizona for Myles' and Melodie's Wedding. Oh how exciting this is... I am mostly excited because tomorrow is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; 23 birthday! Yippee! I made it another year! Also because I am in desperate need of a long vacation away from work. Don't get me wrong I like my job and I enjoy it but sometimes ya just need a break. Well, I really have nothing inspiring or life changing to report or share but I felt like blogging today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found this shirt at the DI, which is a fabulous place sometimes, and I thought that it was great (even though it was not my size so I couldn't purchase it)... here is a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SuydUUyH7II/AAAAAAAAAGc/opquVCv30MY/s1600-h/1031091257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SuydUUyH7II/AAAAAAAAAGc/opquVCv30MY/s320/1031091257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398863025812270210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-7495278189246492589?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/7495278189246492589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=7495278189246492589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7495278189246492589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7495278189246492589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-daily-blogging.html' title='Random Daily Blogging...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SuydUUyH7II/AAAAAAAAAGc/opquVCv30MY/s72-c/1031091257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-8799249025012194710</id><published>2009-10-19T13:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:02:19.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random thought for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sty3s_s-CJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ipK_P9qUlyk/s1600-h/caa9a3f81b53bb6bb01bff02e54c0593.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sty3s_s-CJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ipK_P9qUlyk/s320/caa9a3f81b53bb6bb01bff02e54c0593.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394388437325187218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-8799249025012194710?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/8799249025012194710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=8799249025012194710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8799249025012194710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8799249025012194710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thought-for-day.html' title='random thought for the day...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sty3s_s-CJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ipK_P9qUlyk/s72-c/caa9a3f81b53bb6bb01bff02e54c0593.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-8161714605174334490</id><published>2009-10-19T12:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:59:19.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love him... so funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sty2_3NllbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BbAdLQT56b8/s1600-h/achmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sty2_3NllbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BbAdLQT56b8/s320/achmed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394387661951964594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-8161714605174334490?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/8161714605174334490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=8161714605174334490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8161714605174334490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8161714605174334490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-him-so-funny.html' title='I love him... so funny!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sty2_3NllbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BbAdLQT56b8/s72-c/achmed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-6500203132975526538</id><published>2009-10-12T11:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:22:58.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These boots were made for walking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/StNlVDRY06I/AAAAAAAAAGE/F-BaGQz8GPU/s1600-h/1012090838a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/StNlVDRY06I/AAAAAAAAAGE/F-BaGQz8GPU/s320/1012090838a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391764591222510498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was blessed to find the red boots that I have been looking for for about two years. I got a great deal and they made my day.  I love my new red boots!!!  I was so happy when I found them I was so tempted to shout for joy and do a happy dance in the store but I figured that I would look pretty stupid and crazy if I did that... So I waited 'till I got home! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-6500203132975526538?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/6500203132975526538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=6500203132975526538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6500203132975526538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6500203132975526538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-boots-were-made-for-walking.html' title='These boots were made for walking...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/StNlVDRY06I/AAAAAAAAAGE/F-BaGQz8GPU/s72-c/1012090838a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2772043042446444641</id><published>2009-10-01T11:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:51:39.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$ Dollars Out of Dimes $$$</title><content type='html'>Today I decided that I need to take a look at all my finances and get a better grip on them. I do not like owing people money. Trying to squeeze dollars out of dimes the last few weeks has really made me rethink the way I spend money.  I have decided that I have to put things into 3 different categories. Number one is "Want," two is "Need" and three is "Need Need." I need to get a better handle on the whole financially responsible and money smart aspect of life. So wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2772043042446444641?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2772043042446444641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2772043042446444641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2772043042446444641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2772043042446444641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/10/dollars-out-of-dimes.html' title='$$$ Dollars Out of Dimes $$$'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-8985796369164549016</id><published>2009-09-28T11:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:33:55.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new amazing calling!!!</title><content type='html'>So a couple weeks ago I got a calling in my ward.  It is pretty exciting and much needed for me to grow spiritually and get to know more people in my ward.  I have been in my singles ward for over a year and still don't really know a lot of people. That is slowly changing however.  So my calling is to be the Sacrament Meeting Program Coordinator... What a long title for a not very big calling. I get to type, print and pass out the bulletin every Sunday. It is kind of a challenge to see how everything is going to work together because I don't have the internet in my apartment and my printer doesn't work. Thank goodness that there is a library close by and that my parents are fairly close if all else fails.  I am actually grateful for my calling. I really enjoy it and I get to use my schooling in some aspect of my life... even if it is a small aspect. I was so proud of how great yesterdays bulletin looked. It made my day. Yesterday was a good Sunday. I love feeling the Spirit and having happy feeling all day long. The Gospel is AMAZING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-8985796369164549016?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/8985796369164549016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=8985796369164549016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8985796369164549016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8985796369164549016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-amazing-calling.html' title='My new amazing calling!!!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2033778013773249261</id><published>2009-09-21T13:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:32:44.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought from the Scriptures</title><content type='html'>I was reading today in Matthew 27 about Christ being judged by Pilate and verse 19 caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When he was set down on the judgment seat, his wife sent unto him, saying, Have thou nothing to do with that just man: for I have suffered many things this day in a dream because of him."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought that it was interesting that his wife had something to say about the judgement if Jesus even if he didn't really listen to her. I also can't help but wonder what her dream was about because this dream was important enough for her to say something. She even called Jesus "a just man."  I also wonder how much did she understand about what was taking place. Or was it that she understood nothing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2033778013773249261?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2033778013773249261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2033778013773249261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2033778013773249261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2033778013773249261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-from-scriptures.html' title='A Thought from the Scriptures'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-527274671357610320</id><published>2009-09-15T12:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:48:44.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I love technology...</title><content type='html'>Ever have those days that you hate technology?  Sometimes it just gives us more work and things to fill up our already precious time.  Especially on those days that you really need it to work... and it doesn't, of course. Those are the days that I feel like throwing my phone, computer and anything else within reach out the window.  Technological equipment FAILS over and over again and yet we still rely on it for everything!!! WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-527274671357610320?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/527274671357610320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=527274671357610320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/527274671357610320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/527274671357610320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-i-love-technology.html' title='Oh I love technology...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-8900025787143171316</id><published>2009-08-29T00:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:31:35.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lovely Bones!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited! I heard that they are making a movie based on the book "The Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold.  It is such a good book and I love it. I just hope that the book is done justice.&lt;br /&gt;After being raped her freshman year of college and later telling her story in her first book entitled "Lucky."  Ms. Sebold has overcome something that most of us don't want to even talk about let alone imagine. &lt;br /&gt;The Lovely Bones is about a teenage girl that is raped and killed.  The twist to the story is that she is the one telling the story from her heavenly home, so to speak, as she watches her friends and family cope and try to solve the mystery of her disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;It is such a good book to shed some light on the psycho world that we live in and to remind us that we need to be aware of those around us. We may not always be able to trust the ones that we would like to, as sad as that may be.  And often we trust those that we shouldn't a little too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-8900025787143171316?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/8900025787143171316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=8900025787143171316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8900025787143171316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8900025787143171316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovely-bones.html' title='The Lovely Bones!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-666614341070949730</id><published>2009-08-16T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:56:55.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to my friends... You are the best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Soi4R60t_WI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sgxUzmgTFh4/s1600-h/lovedyouanyway.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370745173626977634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Soi4R60t_WI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sgxUzmgTFh4/s320/lovedyouanyway.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-666614341070949730?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/666614341070949730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=666614341070949730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/666614341070949730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/666614341070949730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/08/here.html' title='Here&apos;s to my friends... 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We had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt; time!!! Even if it was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; night! ;)  It was also Levi's first time in Idaho. One visit to Idaho. Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SndwXavQniI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JTqMdu7x2A0/s1600-h/IMGP1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SndwXavQniI/AAAAAAAAAF0/JTqMdu7x2A0/s200/IMGP1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365881028652080674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SndwG0Q1p-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SKUi-aHHq-c/s1600-h/IMGP1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SndwG0Q1p-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SKUi-aHHq-c/s200/IMGP1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365880743446030306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SndtIsnYTlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h21D55401K4/s1600-h/IMGP1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-642821816283941955?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/642821816283941955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=642821816283941955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/642821816283941955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Poetic Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What You Do To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You use me and abuse me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me cry and scream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ripped my world apart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now the seams are bursting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to my broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-6480366777689667720?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/6480366777689667720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-5841463352243636430</id><published>2009-07-28T17:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T17:41:32.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Porter Reunion Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L4mSOnMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4vtfzZ_fUnw/s1600-h/IMGP1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L4mSOnMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4vtfzZ_fUnw/s200/IMGP1424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659485687487682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L20QmQgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/f5h5cHzyTms/s1600-h/IMGP1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L20QmQgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/f5h5cHzyTms/s200/IMGP1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659455079006722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L4fNmUkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4uOvL9wHbCA/s1600-h/IMGP1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L4fNmUkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4uOvL9wHbCA/s200/IMGP1421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659483789021762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L3-yzJ6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hvzpavlBc0o/s1600-h/IMGP1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L3-yzJ6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hvzpavlBc0o/s200/IMGP1420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659475086682018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L3YGDDTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A7DQRjfDJVQ/s1600-h/IMGP1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L3YGDDTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A7DQRjfDJVQ/s200/IMGP1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659464698432818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-KetvFxZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QfW42nUydvA/s1600-h/IMGP1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-KetvFxZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QfW42nUydvA/s200/IMGP1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363657941499364754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-5841463352243636430?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/5841463352243636430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=5841463352243636430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/5841463352243636430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/5841463352243636430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-porter-reunion-photos.html' title='A Few Porter Reunion Photos'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sm-L4mSOnMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4vtfzZ_fUnw/s72-c/IMGP1424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4787411543025092457</id><published>2009-06-22T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:01:12.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I believe...</title><content type='html'>I believe in miracles.  I believe in angels.  Look around you and you will find someone that is an angel in disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4787411543025092457?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4787411543025092457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4787411543025092457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4787411543025092457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4787411543025092457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-i-believe.html' title='Oh I 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href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/856923203144046844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=856923203144046844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/856923203144046844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/856923203144046844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-song.html' title='Good song :)'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1974939784971268772</id><published>2009-05-27T20:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:24:05.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something funny...</title><content type='html'>i think that this pic speaks for itself...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sh31mRbYgEI/AAAAAAAAADU/m7IZIMGA0XA/s1600-h/marlburo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sh31mRbYgEI/AAAAAAAAADU/m7IZIMGA0XA/s320/marlburo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340694770993365058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1974939784971268772?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1974939784971268772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1974939784971268772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1974939784971268772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1974939784971268772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-funny.html' title='Something funny...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sh31mRbYgEI/AAAAAAAAADU/m7IZIMGA0XA/s72-c/marlburo.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-6954274119420358333</id><published>2009-05-26T10:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:02:04.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family History! I am doing it!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a funny day...  I was working on some family history stuff and my brothers were actually interested for a change.  It was an amazing experience!  Usually they just think that I am weird when I get excited for finding a random date or name for someone that could be our ancestor from the 1500's.  Recently I have been blessed to find written histories for several close ancestors and found people on the Porter line dating back to Mid-1500's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-6954274119420358333?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/6954274119420358333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=6954274119420358333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6954274119420358333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6954274119420358333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-history-i-am-doing-it.html' title='Family History! I am doing it!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4700496053642968312</id><published>2009-05-07T18:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:06:24.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe in the possibility of the impossible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4700496053642968312?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4700496053642968312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4700496053642968312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4700496053642968312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4700496053642968312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/05/think-about-it.html' title='Think about it...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-7272672726161631285</id><published>2009-04-03T20:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:30:27.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Leap</title><content type='html'>Why do make mistakes over and over again? Is it because in some odd twisted way we let our mistakes define who we are? So much so that we can't let them go because we don't know what we will be without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of something that someone told me once... "You have to take that step into the darkness and then the lights will come on."  Often that step seems like a giant leap into space, in which we can get swallowed up the great unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we willing to take that step and shed our off-color skin to become who we know we can?  To become who we really desire to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-7272672726161631285?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/7272672726161631285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=7272672726161631285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7272672726161631285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7272672726161631285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/04/giant-leap.html' title='Giant Leap'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-7953558067128973603</id><published>2009-03-29T14:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:33:28.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>So it is so good to go back to church.  I love it.  I love reading the bible dictionary.  In reading about faith today, I gained a greater understanding about the gifts of God.  Faith is a gift.  My favorite thing about faith is that it is a principle of action.  "True faith always moves its possessor to some kind of physical and mental action."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-7953558067128973603?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/7953558067128973603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=7953558067128973603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7953558067128973603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7953558067128973603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-7022602252352550601</id><published>2009-03-21T16:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:56:00.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/ScVwOetIIlI/AAAAAAAAADM/tmKssuTco4o/s1600-h/FPF1587%7ELove-Affair-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/ScVwOetIIlI/AAAAAAAAADM/tmKssuTco4o/s320/FPF1587%7ELove-Affair-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315778329243558482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really liked this andy warhol image.  just thought that i would share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-7022602252352550601?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/7022602252352550601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=7022602252352550601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7022602252352550601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7022602252352550601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-affair.html' title='Love Affair'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/ScVwOetIIlI/AAAAAAAAADM/tmKssuTco4o/s72-c/FPF1587%7ELove-Affair-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-421333320533462168</id><published>2009-03-20T15:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:17:50.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Emotions</title><content type='html'>What is true love?  And how do we know when we find it?  Some have said that love is fake.  Some say that love is real and great. What are we to believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-421333320533462168?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/421333320533462168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=421333320533462168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/421333320533462168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/421333320533462168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/03/confusing-emotions.html' title='Confusing Emotions'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2223735840996248881</id><published>2009-03-13T14:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:20:20.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>I have heard dieing described as the easy part of life.  Could it be true?  Is it so easy to leave the world behind and move on to another place, another journey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2223735840996248881?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2223735840996248881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2223735840996248881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2223735840996248881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2223735840996248881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-heard-dieing-described-as-easy.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4692658379630868266</id><published>2009-03-05T14:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:47:56.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Shrink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SbBH8Vk3Z3I/AAAAAAAAACo/OIl04eeZi-s/s1600-h/little+miss+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309823062579308402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SbBH8Vk3Z3I/AAAAAAAAACo/OIl04eeZi-s/s320/little+miss+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should start charging people for my advise. It is funny the little things that people worry about and even the people that can't get out of the high school drama. What is the deal with making up lies about one another? What is the deal with letting your parents run your life when you are an adult? Why do we let others tell us what we can and can't do?  We need to grow up and take responsibility for ourselves.  Fix what you want fixed... change what you want changed... We can do it.  Humans are capable of more than they want to believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4692658379630868266?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4692658379630868266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4692658379630868266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4692658379630868266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4692658379630868266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-miss-shrink.html' title='Little Miss Shrink'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SbBH8Vk3Z3I/AAAAAAAAACo/OIl04eeZi-s/s72-c/little+miss+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2023133403769543973</id><published>2009-02-14T17:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:25:54.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Old Men</title><content type='html'>Come on people... What is the deal with trying to befriend women/girls that are half your age!  I don't get it. I am not interested in getting to know men that are my dad's age.  Gross!!!  That is really disgusting.  Look for women your own age!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2023133403769543973?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2023133403769543973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2023133403769543973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2023133403769543973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2023133403769543973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/02/dirty-old-men.html' title='Dirty Old Men'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4510996772278731728</id><published>2009-02-11T15:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:16:11.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick up the phone!</title><content type='html'>Last night my coworkers and I were talking at break and someone brought up the subject of excommunication.  Now lets keep in mind that not all people are LDS (Mormon), like we in Utah think they are.  So a couple of us answered their questions as best we could.  Then my coworker says... Do they call Jesus and ask him what he thinks? At the time it was hilarious... we work the graveyard shift so almost anything is funny that late at night.  As I thought about it more in a way we all have the opportunity to "call Jesus."  Prayer is like a phone call... all it takes is to pick up the phone, so to speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4510996772278731728?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4510996772278731728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4510996772278731728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4510996772278731728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4510996772278731728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/02/pick-up-phone.html' title='Pick up the phone!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-298575889058779933</id><published>2009-02-11T14:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:01:50.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Text Messager...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SZNJ_c5Qg4I/AAAAAAAAACg/K2AHluruDfE/s1600-h/romantic+text+messager.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SZNJ_c5Qg4I/AAAAAAAAACg/K2AHluruDfE/s320/romantic+text+messager.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301662540782142338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought that this comic was funny and very relevant to our day in age.  We are a very "plugged in" society.  We are constantly on the phone, listening to music, watching movies or whatever on our portable media devices.  It made Racheal and I laugh... hope you like it, too.  (Heathcliff January 5, 2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-298575889058779933?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/298575889058779933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=298575889058779933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/298575889058779933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/298575889058779933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/02/romantic-text-messager.html' title='Romantic Text Messager...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SZNJ_c5Qg4I/AAAAAAAAACg/K2AHluruDfE/s72-c/romantic+text+messager.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-8917033551287859958</id><published>2009-02-09T13:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:57:22.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers...</title><content type='html'>A song that I was just introduced to and love.... thank you shea and racheal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZvRVLahbWJ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZvRVLahbWJ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-8917033551287859958?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/8917033551287859958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=8917033551287859958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8917033551287859958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/8917033551287859958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/02/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4188538688294990011</id><published>2009-02-07T16:13:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:34:40.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I knew he was the one when I looked up at him and he said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SY4aLXPW9PI/AAAAAAAAACY/S9kuUydcPFE/s1600-h/youngcouplebench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SY4aLXPW9PI/AAAAAAAAACY/S9kuUydcPFE/s320/youngcouplebench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300202593980970226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"I served an honorable,&lt;br /&gt;full-time mission."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4188538688294990011?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4188538688294990011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4188538688294990011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4188538688294990011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4188538688294990011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-funny.html' title='Something Funny...'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SY4aLXPW9PI/AAAAAAAAACY/S9kuUydcPFE/s72-c/youngcouplebench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2104186139927349264</id><published>2009-01-22T11:46:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:09:32.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby in the Fam!</title><content type='html'>My cousin Racheal and I had a couple days off work so we got in the car and went and saw my uncle and his family.  They just had a new baby.  It was fun to see them again and see the baby.  His name is Walker and their other little boy is named Johnathan... here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SXi_88sbXtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rn2hfr2UC54/s1600-h/0117091526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SXi_88sbXtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rn2hfr2UC54/s320/0117091526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294192415779544786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SXjC0JyvHfI/AAAAAAAAACA/AEDnlk5tJLA/s1600-h/IMGP1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SXjC0JyvHfI/AAAAAAAAACA/AEDnlk5tJLA/s320/IMGP1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294195563211726322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2104186139927349264?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2104186139927349264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2104186139927349264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2104186139927349264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2104186139927349264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cousin-racheal-and-i-had-couple-days.html' title='New Baby in the Fam!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SXi_88sbXtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rn2hfr2UC54/s72-c/0117091526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-3440919147709028523</id><published>2009-01-15T13:53:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:05:08.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Lover</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite songs.  It is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost Lover&lt;/span&gt; by A Fine Frenzy.  I absolutely love it.  Sometimes I feel like I have had too many "almost" lovers so this song hits home to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will take a minute to load and you will have to listen to an advertisement... sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v45013056&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v45013056&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-3440919147709028523?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/3440919147709028523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=3440919147709028523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3440919147709028523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3440919147709028523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-lover.html' title='Almost Lover'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1467431835633849352</id><published>2009-01-12T15:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:56:37.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>My life has been working out more and more.  I love it when I feel like I am in the right place and doing the right thing.  Recently I had to change my mind and plans about something that didn't just affect me but affected a friend as well.  However, I am glad that I had this experience to help me grow and learn more about myself.   I have been working a lot lately and I love that head work really does pay off in the long run.  I love being busy and having something to do.  When I have a day off I feel weird and feel a little lost.  But my days off are nice because then I can get personal work done.  I love feeling like I have accomplished something, it is the most amazing feeling that I have ever felt.  So here's to accomplishment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1467431835633849352?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1467431835633849352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1467431835633849352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1467431835633849352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1467431835633849352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-417974294724327596</id><published>2008-12-22T17:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:26:42.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valid Point</title><content type='html'>Okay, so that last blog was a little over the top.  However, I do have a valid point.  Women need to be able to stand on their own two feet.  If anything were to happen to their boyfriend/husband or if they never have the option to marry then what?  Independence and knowledge are key ingredients to the modern life.  Do I believe in true love?  Yes, true love is something that is nourished and grows.  It is the reason people live and breath.  I also believe that true love doesn't just come once in a lifetime or that there is a certain "one" for each of us.  I believe that we each have many chances for true love to develop but it is the circumstances  under which we are that dictate that true love's potential.  Choice is a key player in life and often the choices of others affect our circumstance, which in turn affect love.  Am I saying that love is conditional?  No, I am saying that the potential for true love is conditional.  Life is a game board and we are the pawns.  On the game board of life, real life, sometimes we share the same square/space with someone else, sometimes we move backwards, sometimes we move forward and sometimes we lose a turn but in this game we are all winners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-417974294724327596?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/417974294724327596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=417974294724327596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/417974294724327596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/417974294724327596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/12/valid-point.html' title='A Valid Point'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1623994945883108390</id><published>2008-12-20T02:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:53:53.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who thinks that long distant relationships will work are totally wrong.  Anyone who thinks that guys are worth getting all mixed up about are wrong.  Why waste our time, ladies?  Lets be all we can be.  Lets prove to these men that we are worth something without them.   Men would be nothing with out us.  Men wouldn't even exist without a mother to bring them into the world.  There is only one thing that men are good for and that is taking out the trash.  Everything else we can do ourselves, have machines for and we even have B.o.b.  Why don't women rule the country... because we let the men think that they are important.  We have better things to do.   So lets focus on ourselves and not worry about men or love or any thing else the old people tell us that we should be worrying about and LIVE OUR LIFES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1623994945883108390?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1623994945883108390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1623994945883108390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1623994945883108390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1623994945883108390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/12/news-flash.html' title='NEWS FLASH!'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-651639024714817132</id><published>2008-11-26T15:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:33:55.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T Day</title><content type='html'>While listening to the radio this morning, I heard a brief bit from a comedian regarding Thanksgiving.  Saying something to the effect of 'what made us decide to celebrate by eating large amounts of food.'  How untraditional is that?  Isn't that what Americans do best - eat? And not only that but by eating large amounts of food while in the company of people that annoy us (family.)  It made me laugh so I just thought that I would share.   Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-651639024714817132?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/651639024714817132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=651639024714817132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/651639024714817132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/651639024714817132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/11/t-day.html' title='T Day'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-56206631146478636</id><published>2008-11-15T20:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:58:49.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Choose or Not to Choose</title><content type='html'>We live in a world so full of opportunities that we don't know what is often the best choice for ourselves. Sometimes we are asked to choose between something we believe to be good and something that we believe to be evil. However, most often we find ourselves having to make a choice between two things that we believe to be good. Edgar A. Guest once said "You are the person who has to decide. Whether you'll do it or toss it aside; you are the person who makes up your mind. Whether you'll lead or will linger behind. Whether you'll try for the goal that's afar. Or just be contented to stay where you are." Choices are the basis and reason for life, they create paths in our destiny and change our eternal perspective.  We must choose to move or to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-56206631146478636?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/56206631146478636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=56206631146478636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/56206631146478636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/56206631146478636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-choose-or-not-to-choose.html' title='To Choose or Not to Choose'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1246875543944228609</id><published>2008-11-08T16:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:37:46.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to America</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to America&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a sarcastic, polictical poem by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The economy is in the pits, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;health care is a bunch of shit, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take another look around, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shells are falling, hit the ground, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gas is evaporating into fumes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but, wait, a change is coming soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1246875543944228609?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1246875543944228609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1246875543944228609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1246875543944228609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1246875543944228609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-to-america.html' title='Welcome to America'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4738582255757854523</id><published>2008-10-22T14:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:34:06.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Tree</title><content type='html'>Its been a little over a month since my last post so it is probably time for a new one...  Here is a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SP-Npfq5rjI/AAAAAAAAABI/ucP0sv00PGo/s1600-h/1085093_wooden_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SP-Npfq5rjI/AAAAAAAAABI/ucP0sv00PGo/s320/1085093_wooden_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260078633807621682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; poem I wrote as a senior in high school.   I found it the other day while sorting through some papers and I decided to edit it and post it here... so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its a knotty tree, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grown old with years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evidence of children linger still, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scars in every nook and cranny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each with their own secret story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That tree, my tree, is a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She bears my sorrows still, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as if she were a loving mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;branches intertwine to hold me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and make petty worries disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4738582255757854523?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4738582255757854523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4738582255757854523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4738582255757854523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4738582255757854523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/10/mother-tree.html' title='Mother Tree'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SP-Npfq5rjI/AAAAAAAAABI/ucP0sv00PGo/s72-c/1085093_wooden_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-6453163583055601126</id><published>2008-09-16T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:56:44.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The miracle of service is great.  I have had the opportunity to understand that service sometimes helps the person giving the service more than the person being served.  It is a wonderful experience to help someone in need.  That is why I want to do something with my life that helps people.  I want to feel like I am doing more than sitting at a desk all day.  hopefully that chance will come my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-6453163583055601126?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/6453163583055601126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=6453163583055601126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6453163583055601126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6453163583055601126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/09/service.html' title='Service'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-1848387009338562656</id><published>2008-09-10T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:41:54.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Salt Lake Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMgwe5V9eGI/AAAAAAAAABA/gTycQ7MEsOs/s1600-h/DSCN0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMgwe5V9eGI/AAAAAAAAABA/gTycQ7MEsOs/s320/DSCN0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244495073420081250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time...  Ashli and a couple friends decided to take a midnight trip to Salt Lake City.  So they hopped into Andrea's car and off they drove.  Their first stop was a point so high that you could see the entire city but as to not disturb the people that lived in the house nearby they quietly left the beautiful site.  Then they traveled to Temple Square where they played around with taking pictures... and this one of them....  Isn't it pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-1848387009338562656?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/1848387009338562656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=1848387009338562656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1848387009338562656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/1848387009338562656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/09/midnight-salt-lake-part-1.html' title='Midnight Salt Lake Part 1'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMgwe5V9eGI/AAAAAAAAABA/gTycQ7MEsOs/s72-c/DSCN0259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-3367193121279096410</id><published>2008-09-10T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:54:20.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating Facts</title><content type='html'>I am fairly irritated right now.  I love gift cards... but only when they work.  It is frustrating when you think that you have money on a card and it says you don't.  I don't understand why gift cards are so faulty.  This is a frustrating trend that tends to find its way throughout the world.  This has also happened to me more than once.  One time it happened while at an expensive restaurant.  And that is embarrassing, to have the manager of the restaurant come to you and tell you that your gift card has a zero balance especially when it was just given to you not long before and you hadn't used it before. &lt;br /&gt;I am also frustrated because I have not found a job at this moment in time.  I do have an interview today and hopefully that goes well.  I really need a good paying job. &lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday I found out that my bathtub is leaking into the apartment downstairs!  So the landlord had to come yesterday and see what was wrong.  Apparently when he did his tests it wasn't leaking.  So we shall see.  I took a shower today and have yet to hear anything.  Hopefully there really isn't anything wrong but knowing my luck there probably is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-3367193121279096410?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/3367193121279096410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=3367193121279096410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3367193121279096410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3367193121279096410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/09/frustrating-facts.html' title='Frustrating Facts'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-3901948655087044701</id><published>2008-09-08T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:32:59.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>Some people wanted me to post more pictures... so here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMWZbgKhNOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J0mtzJS0lYE/s1600-h/ashlianderindunes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMWZbgKhNOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J0mtzJS0lYE/s320/ashlianderindunes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243766038912382178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erin and Ashli at being weird while on our trip to St. Anthony Sand Dunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMWZwnQu5gI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kEX5FgfxWO8/s1600-h/nickandashli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMWZwnQu5gI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kEX5FgfxWO8/s320/nickandashli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243766401594746370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick and Ashli while on a trip... honestly I don't remember where we were... but I think it was the sand dunes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-3901948655087044701?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/3901948655087044701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=3901948655087044701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3901948655087044701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/3901948655087044701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/09/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMWZbgKhNOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/J0mtzJS0lYE/s72-c/ashlianderindunes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-5299147602554143469</id><published>2008-09-04T11:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:54:00.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMAge-MTdrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/R2P6KyqMzMY/s1600-h/prayer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMAge-MTdrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/R2P6KyqMzMY/s320/prayer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242225682722027186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though at times it seems like our prayers go unanswered - they are not.  God is mysterious in the way that He directs our lives.  Often it is us who is causing the hangup.  We need to evaluate our lives and our desires.  God is waiting or us to become more like Him.  I have had a revelation today that I have more strength, power and understanding than I realized.  Life is greater than I thought possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-5299147602554143469?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/5299147602554143469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=5299147602554143469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/5299147602554143469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/5299147602554143469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/09/mysterious-god.html' title='Mysterious God'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SMAge-MTdrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/R2P6KyqMzMY/s72-c/prayer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-4804777693816122381</id><published>2008-09-03T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:47:27.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninspired</title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging to day but I also feel no inspiration.  My jewelry making "business" has been doing better than I thought which is really good.  However, that is just a side job to keep my hands busy while I have nothing else to do.  I have been job searching which is not my favorite thing to do.  I want a job that I will like myself for and feel like I am helping people better their lives.  Or doing something that they cannot really do for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-4804777693816122381?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/4804777693816122381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=4804777693816122381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4804777693816122381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/4804777693816122381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/09/uninspired.html' title='Uninspired'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-7184574390472873832</id><published>2008-08-29T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:16:32.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Liquor!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SLiQw1klLCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3mKxbYoOjko/s1600-h/976926+Ogdens+Carpet+9-1-08+3x10.5+version1blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SLiQw1klLCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3mKxbYoOjko/s320/976926+Ogdens+Carpet+9-1-08+3x10.5+version1blur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240097335134202914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as a graphic designer working on a team, we decided to have a little fun with a client.  So I designed the ad and sent him an e-mail with a proof.  Then about ten minutes later I sent the real ad.  But the story gets better...  Without even looking at the email, he proceeded to forward the email to his business partners... Lets just say he got a few phone calls...  Just look at the ad and you can see why! We had a good laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-7184574390472873832?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/7184574390472873832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=7184574390472873832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7184574390472873832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7184574390472873832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/08/funny-ad.html' title='Free Liquor!?'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SLiQw1klLCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3mKxbYoOjko/s72-c/976926+Ogdens+Carpet+9-1-08+3x10.5+version1blur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-2762218658961685442</id><published>2008-08-28T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:52:26.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy</title><content type='html'>For those of you who feel unaffected by the struggling economy.  Congrats!  As luck would have it it affected me in a way I didn't really think would happen... layoff!  Wow!  What a word.   And when you say the word "layoff" you get the look.  The look of pity and then they say something like "Wow! Are you serious?"&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows how much fun job hunting is.  Especially in Cache Valley!  Need to find a job that pays more than minimum wage... Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;Are these the last days that every one talks about?   I would like to think so.  And to think that this is all going to get worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-2762218658961685442?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/2762218658961685442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=2762218658961685442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2762218658961685442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/2762218658961685442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/08/economy.html' title='Economy'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-6777375192655936585</id><published>2008-08-27T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:05:27.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SLXdYkRLIZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sfF-5R-_iIU/s1600-h/IMGP0974duotone%28RGB%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SLXdYkRLIZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sfF-5R-_iIU/s320/IMGP0974duotone%28RGB%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239337155637748114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture I took of antique farm equipment.  I love old, antique things.  I also love this picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-6777375192655936585?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/6777375192655936585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=6777375192655936585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6777375192655936585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6777375192655936585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-farm.html' title='Old Farm'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/SLXdYkRLIZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sfF-5R-_iIU/s72-c/IMGP0974duotone%28RGB%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-7564922149841751874</id><published>2008-08-27T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:49:31.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Grave</title><content type='html'>While trying to solve a mystery, I traveled to the cemetery in search for a specific name.  Upon finding this headstone I read what was written there...&lt;br /&gt;"Weep not for me my kindred dear, I am not dead but sleeping here, My end you know, my grave you see, Prepare yourselves to come to me."&lt;br /&gt;Pondering on that phrase I had inspiration for a poem of my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each name I find&lt;br /&gt;deserves a face,&lt;br /&gt;family, friends and a place;&lt;br /&gt;While some remain a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;others are revealed to me;&lt;br /&gt;These people and I have become one;&lt;br /&gt;Even with so much unknown;&lt;br /&gt;While they lie sleeping&lt;br /&gt;in their graves,&lt;br /&gt;I search for the path&lt;br /&gt;that gives me a name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-7564922149841751874?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/7564922149841751874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=7564922149841751874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7564922149841751874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7564922149841751874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/08/inspiring-grave.html' title='Inspiring Grave'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-6774451521698019969</id><published>2008-07-18T18:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:52:49.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>America's People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We live in such a time that we can find information on pretty much anything we want.  We live in a world were people are living instead of dieing because we have amazing technology and medicine.  We are a  blessed generation.  So why do we take if for granted?  Why do we become lazy and ungrateful for the many things that we have been blessed with?  As a society we have become lazy and selfish in our habits and lifestyles.  So much of what we have is wasted.  The average American citizen generates 52 tons of garbage by the age 75.  American's throw out 200,000 tons of edible food daily.  The average American uses as much energy as 370 Ethiopians!  Wow!  Another fact that I found interesting is that there are more shopping malls in the United States than there are high schools.   What are we teaching our children?  Who are the role models for tomorrow's leaders?  Do we really take pride in knowing that America's children are looking up to people like Brittany Spears and Lindsey Lohan?  We must stand up for ourselves and for the children.  We need to remember how to work and be successful.  We need to remember some of those "old time" values and become a note worthy people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For references and more stats check out: http://www.mindfully.org,  http://www.worldpopulationbalance.org, and http://www.worldwatch.org/node/810&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-6774451521698019969?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/6774451521698019969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=6774451521698019969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6774451521698019969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6774451521698019969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/07/americas-people.html' title='America&apos;s People'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-6419738185688252833</id><published>2008-07-09T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:42:06.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>In the land of misconception,&lt;br /&gt;We twirl in the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Spinning, spinning round &amp;amp; round,&lt;br /&gt;Then we stop without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, now we fall.&lt;br /&gt;Down, Down, Down.&lt;br /&gt;With a thud we hit the ground,&lt;br /&gt;We hope, we pray we will be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-6419738185688252833?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/6419738185688252833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=6419738185688252833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6419738185688252833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/6419738185688252833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/07/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612773757192079151.post-7426841803175984258</id><published>2008-07-08T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:41:19.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey of Life</title><content type='html'>Time slips by and we wonder where life is taking us. &lt;br /&gt;On this journey so many of us lose our way. &lt;br /&gt;Or we lose each other.&lt;br /&gt;Drifting away we grow apart, &lt;br /&gt;but learn to keep one another in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;We learn to feel love, hate, envy and sympathy. &lt;br /&gt;To laugh when others laugh,&lt;br /&gt;To cry when others cry.&lt;br /&gt;But most important we learn to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612773757192079151-7426841803175984258?l=blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/feeds/7426841803175984258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5612773757192079151&amp;postID=7426841803175984258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7426841803175984258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612773757192079151/posts/default/7426841803175984258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurbsbyashli.blogspot.com/2008/07/journey-of-life.html' title='The Journey of Life'/><author><name>Ashli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07024483136529870238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXSE3JJQmz8/Sme0Ma_YY6I/AAAAAAAAADg/ZUjTpS4PYRI/S220/0721091040.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
