tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54925894290353046232023-11-16T03:33:47.820-08:00Thomas ZooAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-71010944158943371852009-09-22T19:46:00.000-07:002009-09-22T20:04:54.669-07:00Day one Week One C25K<strong>WEEK 1 </strong><br /><strong>Brisk five-minute warm-up walk. Then alternate 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes. </strong>Okay so i was going to start this program Monday morning and my alarm didn't go off...then i was going to start it this morning but my alarm went off at 545 and I said screw 5:45 am. So tonight i came home after work and visiting my mom and I said what excuse do i Have not to do it tonight...well the only thing i could think of was if i want to stay fat and unhealthy then tonight isn't the night either...that wasn't a good excuse to i got in my gear and turned on some music and got on the treadmill---and I DID IT! Day one Week one--CHECK!! I made it and the distance was just over 1.12 miles in 20minutes. Fewf! I think I scared all the animals as they all sat around the treadmill and watched with wondering eyes until i started my first 60sec intrerval of jogging then they all ran away up-stairs, down-stairs, into the kitchen to watch from the distance. Day 1 of week 1 was not horrible and if day 1 wasn't bad then I know day 2 and day 3 won't be to bad either. <br />So tomarrow is areorbic day and I think i will go ahead and break out the Wii fit and my ALIVE game which by the way is an awesome game for aerobic workouts! I also like Wii fit and Julian Michaels but Alive is by far my favorite. So perhabs I will try to wake up at 5:45 on Thursday for Day 2 but I may just end up doing my training at night rather then early in the mornig before work. I guess I will have to see what happens over the next few weeks. No matter when i do it I just need to make sure I do it!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-25186483395231506732009-09-22T19:22:00.000-07:002009-09-22T19:45:09.514-07:00Wheezing my way from couch to 5KOkay everyone sorry that I have been gone from the blogging world for so long. Alot really has been going on in my life but I am sure you have all heard of it by now, if not from me then from my mom! So last week I was browsing through some websites on how to make treadmill workouts more exciting--didn't really find to much but I did find one particular website that caught my attention and it was this, a program that is suppose to make a 5k achievable in 9 weeks. I looked it over and thought that this would be very attainable and I could do if i really wanted. So it was the end of last week and I decided that Monday September 21rst would be my first day of the "Couch to 5k" running program. I also decided that i would blog about my progress over the next 9 weeks. So Let my journey of self improvement and better health begin! Please feel free to cheer me on I am going to need all the encouragement i can get!<br /><br />A few things as to why I have decided to do this:<br />1. Loose some LBs(Okay a lot of pounds)<br />2. to feel accomplished and something new and challenging<br />3. To improve my health <br />4. To be an inspiration to those of us who never thought of running let alone a 5K. <br />5. Gives me something to do after work and it doesn't involve a TV<br /><br />Other things i am going to do to help me accomplish this goal:<br />1. Drink more water alot more water( which i have already been doing)<br />2. eat more fruits and veggies and less meat and carbs<br />3. Posting on my blog about my progress so I will have journal of how i am doing and how i felt!<br />4. Not to get discouraged when the weeks and runs get tougher<br />5. vowing to Finish Day 3 of Week 9 and being able to stick with it afterwards.<br /><br />So everyone Check back and remember to Cheer me on every once in a while I will really enjoy the support!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-55950149368114293052009-05-02T16:19:00.000-07:002009-05-02T17:22:20.470-07:00Walk for Autism 2009 Part IIThe Little Boy<br /><br />What is it about the little boy . . .<br />and all his strange little ways?<br />What is it about the little boy<br />and the odd way he plays?<br /><br />What is it about the little boy;<br />when will he start to talk?<br />We wonder about the little boy,<br />since he was very quick to walk<br /><br />What is it about the little boy;<br />why can’t he look you in the eye?<br />What is it about the little boy,<br />so quick to scream and cry<br /><br />What is it about the little boy;<br />he acts different in every way<br />What is it about the little boy;<br />they say it won’t go away<br /><br />What is it about the little boy?<br />What is the cause for concern?<br />What it is about the little boy,<br />has a diagnosis we’ve learned<br /><br />Now we know about the little boy<br />So now where do we turn?<br />Now we know about the little boy;<br />there is so much to learn<br /><br />So, who will help the little boy?<br />Insurance says no way!<br />Who will help the little boy<br />If we cannot pay?<br /><br />Who will show the little boy..<br />show him how to play?<br />Who will show the little boy<br />What will happen each day?<br /><br />So what will help the little boy;<br />his mother's determination and love.<br />What will help her with the little boy...<br />grace and strength from up above<br /><br />Today, in Orem, Utah, the Second Annual Walk for Autism was held. It was pouring rain and cold but there were so many people there to support the cause. How inspiring it was to see how many people were there to show that they care! As for me, I was walking for my nephew Russel "Bubbsie". He had a larg group of supporters just for him. Russ, Bubba's dad, had his friend make us some really awesome team t-shirts. We decided last year when we walked that we would this year make team T-shirts and walk again as one united team. Anyways, they were really cool and we wore them proudly. So thanks Hoarsee, you did a great job! It was amazing to be apart of such a special cause. We can only hope that the efforts that we make can be used for the greater good of all children affected by Autism. We need the governments help to make this a disease in which insurance will assist parents and thier children with the nessary treatments to help them learn and to grow. My nephew is going to the Pingree School for Autism but it is very exspensive. He also needs speech therapy and occupational therapy. Treatments he may not be able to have because the cost is well over 80 thousand dollars a year. This disability affects both female and male children but it is more prominate in males. In Utah one in every three male child births will be diagnosed with autism. Anyways, we hope that as there becomes more information that more and more people will become activly involved in this annual walk. So WALK NOW FOR AUTISM!<br /><div><embed src="http://widget-46.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3242591731723471942&site=widget-46.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3242591731723471942&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p1/3242591731723471942/bb_t063_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3242591731723471942&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p2/3242591731723471942/bb_t063_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3242591731723471942&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p4/3242591731723471942/bb_t063_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-5908738122076704492009-05-01T21:10:00.000-07:002009-05-01T21:29:04.058-07:00Walk Now for Autism!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzjflD5k53ApmBeXzQ5Uby9qd3Vd-BxMFYyrpOLb-DvDMocElhKnLhlnfJhra4pzzfrZA2EitCijF7QxzAJ4EGUwOVdeD1wc6hyphenhyphen_eKhj6oTMPYDfVNhjikqbpdpxoHFg0Fa5Wh7ShTFt5T/s1600-h/90.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzjflD5k53ApmBeXzQ5Uby9qd3Vd-BxMFYyrpOLb-DvDMocElhKnLhlnfJhra4pzzfrZA2EitCijF7QxzAJ4EGUwOVdeD1wc6hyphenhyphen_eKhj6oTMPYDfVNhjikqbpdpxoHFg0Fa5Wh7ShTFt5T/s320/90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331078482484962258" /></a><br /><br />Hey Everyone I just wanted to post a quick and short littlw blurb on something that i feel very passionate about because it effects so many but for me it effects someone whom I truly love and care about, My little nephew Russel Eastman. He is my husband's little sister's son. He is a maginificant little boy but he has autism. We are walking for Autism tomarrow at Utah Valley State University I am not asking you to make a donation, but if you can please do. All i really want is a big shout out to our Team the Bubbsie team! I will post pictures from the event tomarrow night! Love to all! Ash!<br /><br />To find out more please go to: www.walknowforautism.org<br />If you do want to make a small donation please visit my donation portal at this link: http://www.walknowforautism.org/utah/weluvbubbsie<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvp0z3I4sSfrZXZuk_ZkyPl4mZeX42HA0SouFGYJwFM_YE-XZvvUJ11jxnesjuLb5a3ex0IMoxAweba24X0FwHM8RHObo0-TzukKZH8OjF1Wy94XIlYSzqzpba3E7_JU4VTbgYAAggf__/s1600-h/WalkNowForAutism2009+Bubbsie+Team.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvp0z3I4sSfrZXZuk_ZkyPl4mZeX42HA0SouFGYJwFM_YE-XZvvUJ11jxnesjuLb5a3ex0IMoxAweba24X0FwHM8RHObo0-TzukKZH8OjF1Wy94XIlYSzqzpba3E7_JU4VTbgYAAggf__/s320/WalkNowForAutism2009+Bubbsie+Team.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331076041996083458" /></a>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-49276744818756599392009-03-18T16:43:00.001-07:002009-03-18T17:21:49.456-07:00Meet PRINCESS Bella Noel the JRT<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5HHZQ90wOkmMvcyJNYZSX1lbqJGW7I1BOFvSF3Min31qPFdGg4FG_sZwxnbUcF1K8BD_U5u5CTQL6VxPcsNaH2PRlhPvWXavdNCOWud56UOqQyyaQBx1vEmf3wo_MFMoKVdH1Oap_-4h4/s1600-h/phonepicsNov08-jan09+099.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5HHZQ90wOkmMvcyJNYZSX1lbqJGW7I1BOFvSF3Min31qPFdGg4FG_sZwxnbUcF1K8BD_U5u5CTQL6VxPcsNaH2PRlhPvWXavdNCOWud56UOqQyyaQBx1vEmf3wo_MFMoKVdH1Oap_-4h4/s320/phonepicsNov08-jan09+099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314687302425914930" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOoZsmgfq_4YxSWgRqZs5eO8mG-qGC520C2KgGdyAsos7Gj4net-ezLhzdFjs_tFUSPQM85Su7Can8T-Ih_IjBTpyZH5OnrGg9vmEpCG4YlB3a9ZrN9DMqoHA6bwFca420D3H7lkPsXSU/s1600-h/phonepicsNov08-jan09+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOoZsmgfq_4YxSWgRqZs5eO8mG-qGC520C2KgGdyAsos7Gj4net-ezLhzdFjs_tFUSPQM85Su7Can8T-Ih_IjBTpyZH5OnrGg9vmEpCG4YlB3a9ZrN9DMqoHA6bwFca420D3H7lkPsXSU/s320/phonepicsNov08-jan09+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314687298208018162" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JWP1aR36PEnAt8oqZokUcqaRTqNtCsf55ifenZeQKsGNgeuLvpk_vS9KOBTOpbKsnLh49Enhy3kczjGhSgZLceJLP-qIpJzoLN9DNStamsuJBhE-yC1pZ1mV5xmTYnTWMyBhbJGw1axA/s1600-h/HMMM....don't+know+animals+and+more+animals+029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0JWP1aR36PEnAt8oqZokUcqaRTqNtCsf55ifenZeQKsGNgeuLvpk_vS9KOBTOpbKsnLh49Enhy3kczjGhSgZLceJLP-qIpJzoLN9DNStamsuJBhE-yC1pZ1mV5xmTYnTWMyBhbJGw1axA/s320/HMMM....don't+know+animals+and+more+animals+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314687292652349778" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2whV4uFXra3MLFO46n5pLDGtjPBfjexk7Sw21KrcjT1H53vFBoVzCS3wL6Clh9gHmOdweY9fDSutr2wa6i2nVy4Seag7LBsX0F6nvEJSESXy833wlKJKPl11VdwrIYmj9U0VbJM8p0uSU/s1600-h/HMMM....don't+know+animals+and+more+animals+111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2whV4uFXra3MLFO46n5pLDGtjPBfjexk7Sw21KrcjT1H53vFBoVzCS3wL6Clh9gHmOdweY9fDSutr2wa6i2nVy4Seag7LBsX0F6nvEJSESXy833wlKJKPl11VdwrIYmj9U0VbJM8p0uSU/s320/HMMM....don't+know+animals+and+more+animals+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314679099569086114" /></a><br /><br />Bella, Bella, Bella...what can I say about Bella. She was my Christmas present from myself and my husband. I never thought that I being married to Joey would have more than one DOG and a time but I begged, pleaded and batted my eyes until he finally agreed I could take the cute little ball of love home with me. December 11th, the day befored we would make our first big trek move back to Northern Utah from St. George. We had to run to Wal-mart for a few last minute packing items...Joey wishes to this day we would have gone to the other Wal-mart on the other side of town. I was on the phone with my mom and driving when Joey intrupts and says look there are puppies for sale. I didn't think anything of it until mom asks..."what kind of puppies?" I then looked up and over and saw the sign Jack Russels for sale. "EEEK oh mommy they are Jack Russel Terriors!" I had to go look. I immediately went to Bella and picked her up and gave her lots of love. Joey stayed in the car but that didn't stop me from brining her to him. She was a shy little puppy and kind of scared but I loved her and loved her puppy breath upon my cheeks. From that moment on it was pure love...i could not go or move away from St. George without that little ball of furry love.<br /><br />We sometimes now call our little Bella "BB" that stands for BAD BELLA. She usually is a pretty good puppy but we are still working on the pooping in the house thing. She can't seem to figure out that you poop outside rather than in the house. She does pretty good otherwise. Bella, loves Ayce, Izee, and Harlee but I think her favorite is defiently Harlee. They love to wrestle and chase each other. Belly doesn't like it when Ayce has something that she wants even though she may have the exact same thing (ie. BONE) and she barks and yells at him until he evenutally gives in to her. Harlee however doesn't take BElla bossing her around...oh no, Harlee bosses right back. I never thought a dog and cat could love each other so much. Poor Izee is our fluffy ball of cat and Bella must think she is a fox or something cuz for the longest time Bella would only chase Izee. I guess that must have gotten boring cuz she rarley bugs Iz anymore.<br /><br />Bella is also "BB" for Bossy Bella. She tells everyone exactly how it is going to be and that is you are gonna do it my way or no way at all. She will bark at me if she wants to get a treat, go outside and romp, doesn't want to go in her kennel, if i squirt her with the spray bottle or just as i am getting out of the shower or even while i am in the shower. She is capable of jumping on the bed however she would rather be put on the bed and so she will bark. I have learned to ignore the bossy little terd for the most part but she is just so dang cute that i find it quiet hard sometimes. She bosses the other "Kids" around too. She pushes the cats off my lap so she can lay down or barks at Ayce knowing that he will eventully let her have whatever it is that he has. She even demands an occasional belly rub from Joey. Whoever or whatever it is...the attention is to be hers.<br /><br />Bella is growing up all to fast for me. I wish she could have stayed the sweet little sleepy ball of fur forever but now she has grown into her paws, ears and the wire fur keeps growing. She is still cute but she is cute with attitude!<br /><br />Oh her name Bella Noel means Beautiful Christmas however I think BAD BELLA fits her much better! :) We love you Hells Bells!<br /><br />Enjoy Meeting Princess Bella!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-68581774061075361732009-03-03T22:48:00.000-08:002009-03-03T23:15:18.973-08:00quick UpdateIt's been over 2 months since my last posting. I'm feeling a little guilty about that since the world of Ashley Thomas is in a bit of chaos these days and there is much call for encouragement. I've had "blog posting" on my to-do list for the past several weeks, and I've got a loooong running list of ideas of things that MUST be said, but I'm human and I can only do what I can do in a given day. What I have been busy with? A mixture of the following:<br /><br />1. Christmas was i know quiet sometime ago now but none the less it was a very busy time of year and relly has not slowed down. <br />2. Moving--UGH, i don't ever want to have to move again! Joey and I moved to St. George last June and the first week of January we were back. This happened for a number of reasons but mainly just because we made some BAD financial decisions.<br />3. Trying to secure a job for myself. (Joey is at Layton Marketplace Wal-mart pharmacy)I hated leaving St. George and Dixie Regional but we felt like we needed to be close to our family in this time of financial crisis. Well, i am not sure it has really helped us by moving back up here but that leads me to the next several things on my list.<br />4. Deciding to go back to school. AFter several job interviews and not securing a job as of yet, i have decided I am going back to school. I am going to be starting school again on March 30th 2009 to get my RN. With both my RRT and my RN will be able to make way good money and it will hopefully open up a lot of doors for me.<br />5. Planning my best friend's bridal shower. It was fun to do it for her but I quiet honestly do not ever want to be in charge of another one of those again! I am glad that I had my mom to help...she probably ended up doing alot more then she ever thought that she would have to. Anyways...that kept us busy with making invites and shower favors and trying to come up with a couple of fun games. I also made her a shower book. I think it turned out WAY cute. We had fun evem though not to many people showed up. My mom's chicken salad was a hit! (Everyone went back for seconds).<br />6. Just in General just spending time with my friends and family. I am glad we moved back up here just to be closer to our family and friends. Oh and we managed to get family pictures done right before Nathan and Pamela left. Here is the link if any of you want to see them. http://petermcdearmon.smugmug.com/gallery/7414906_ZdJtf/1/477823608_tLPgp Even though We are closer to friends and family I miss my RT buddies and my one CNA buddy at Dixie.<br />7. I am trying to keep my head on straight and hold it high. Not getting a job has really gotten me down in the dumps and i am having a bit of a hard time staying "sane" but i am just trying to take one day at a time. I guess that is all you can do. I am going to be going back to work on BMT (Bone Marrow transplant) two days a week at the U of U hospital. I am really actually very excited about that. I know that GOD works in mysterious ways i am just praying for a miracle!<br /><br />Well, thats it for now. I will try to be better about getting you updates. I will post pictures and write about more specific things tomarrow or another day. <br /><br />Hugs and Smiles!Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-79697137029218310772008-12-06T14:28:00.000-08:002008-12-06T15:38:17.029-08:00Busy...busy...busy with busy boys, sweet little girls, and grandma!This past week I was up North for a few interviews and had some time to spare to visit with my friends and Family. It never seems to be enough time however to get to see everyone and to spend as much time with them as I would like. I got to color with my Niece Oaqulee for a little while on Sunday when we arrived in West Valley. She and I are good coloring pals.<br /><br />On Monday I got to spend a good portion of my afternoon with one of my Best friends Billie and her boys (that includes her husband). We met at Build-A-Bear at the Gateway and I got some Christmas shopping done. Ethan made a Koala bear, dressed him up like a police man and named him Woo-woo bear. To cute. Ethan being the great big brother he is picked out a puppy dog for Benny to have. Both boys were so cute with their new found friends,Woo-woo and Barkley. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlYIAsoqdTQgEsmUUmArBikk6ObV9-XBB7KT3LitRLGYbtueo2J3YI7Y9NaKJ8NUR_GIuxSGl043khE4hGR4Biu07SvGMJ6lB1sB6qTzlk-KH_d7OzJ8kUE8Elt0vproJ5yWwg7RUcMzn/s1600-h/ethanwoowoobear.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlYIAsoqdTQgEsmUUmArBikk6ObV9-XBB7KT3LitRLGYbtueo2J3YI7Y9NaKJ8NUR_GIuxSGl043khE4hGR4Biu07SvGMJ6lB1sB6qTzlk-KH_d7OzJ8kUE8Elt0vproJ5yWwg7RUcMzn/s320/ethanwoowoobear.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276816363326806658" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49vrxKjV88ZV-E9qup27N04kheYxdPH7A2zVba980-LmRe6xgX-KnXtB1SMSCOKxwVVIxo7cEu67QC20QMJijhAhonKPRJo3Q31VV2oV-YTaT1xuu20F81Iint4O_r5MVFLAe2eWdgXki/s1600-h/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49vrxKjV88ZV-E9qup27N04kheYxdPH7A2zVba980-LmRe6xgX-KnXtB1SMSCOKxwVVIxo7cEu67QC20QMJijhAhonKPRJo3Q31VV2oV-YTaT1xuu20F81Iint4O_r5MVFLAe2eWdgXki/s320/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276814392742665410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUJCC6utyojkixW4Hn2Sqa4YMvw5wUvtWfOeBWBiP0yXesgFvuHbBuk2yMdXKZ3JWFTV54oZiuwhDADudgWBPkd6qeg2i4hvD7_zw_6hTN2UAaTV7Fp6iTfeYYy72WdecC3Mtf4A-OrLA7/s1600-h/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUJCC6utyojkixW4Hn2Sqa4YMvw5wUvtWfOeBWBiP0yXesgFvuHbBuk2yMdXKZ3JWFTV54oZiuwhDADudgWBPkd6qeg2i4hvD7_zw_6hTN2UAaTV7Fp6iTfeYYy72WdecC3Mtf4A-OrLA7/s320/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276814392126855474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFODhMWu7E548GekwHbKnesXl9YzjJurdacPLw7xFWWuvDuXeXhHTMEjUQYS_WSetl-LgeZzP-AswgZqiDtCOhwmCK2dfjMunIY35mRKGX3FXjqKdCPHhzirwS8sskNmD05h2Guiabb85/s1600-h/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFODhMWu7E548GekwHbKnesXl9YzjJurdacPLw7xFWWuvDuXeXhHTMEjUQYS_WSetl-LgeZzP-AswgZqiDtCOhwmCK2dfjMunIY35mRKGX3FXjqKdCPHhzirwS8sskNmD05h2Guiabb85/s320/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276814388023258530" /></a><br /><br />On Tuesday, My mom and I met one of my other best friends,Lisa with her girls and her husband at the Newgate mall for lunch. We had a good time visiting over lunch and I loved playing with Natasha. We played with this thing at the mall where you put pennies, nickles, dimes or quarters in and they go round and round until they eventually fall into the box below it. I am not sure how much change we put into that thing but we had so much fun. Little Nathasha has the sweetest little voice and every time the penny would drop in she would say "See Ya!" So cute, and i couldn't help but to smile. My mom was handing her the pennies and she would be looking for another penny before the last one had disappeared. When mom ran out of pennies, Natasha looked at her and said "See ya!" We also went to see Santa. Natasha, was scared to death of him and didn't want anything to do with him. It is amazing how quickly kids change in a year. Baby Patricia, is growing and changing so quickly. She is beautiful just like her big sister and her mommy. Tricia didn't seem to mind Santa in fact she slept right through her visit with him. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9ZRKs23AYNNC12t4wAy45FDq8XJGTJSxHCCuEM-FY4665-vhtNHQSI2nL5IZS_PufUqIfLY6bLSePCBHkFDBXCm1k94mvsnsU9RCxE3tiK8YGWTB8pedAieyCEK9ELdYOhxBBJhAt6RD/s1600-h/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9ZRKs23AYNNC12t4wAy45FDq8XJGTJSxHCCuEM-FY4665-vhtNHQSI2nL5IZS_PufUqIfLY6bLSePCBHkFDBXCm1k94mvsnsU9RCxE3tiK8YGWTB8pedAieyCEK9ELdYOhxBBJhAt6RD/s320/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276818358039053330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxnvTTYM6lASTBg1gqiL3wS4KMYTPqRQzPERKrZGcJG7BhyphenhyphenUPIslr28KkQRcqoNd8WqM6joL7W8TAUZprkhhEVftDreh0r951kniTOsNUlH7Clxyk7nb9jdRxpX2tGGxyj6Lz-y6yleHH/s1600-h/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxnvTTYM6lASTBg1gqiL3wS4KMYTPqRQzPERKrZGcJG7BhyphenhyphenUPIslr28KkQRcqoNd8WqM6joL7W8TAUZprkhhEVftDreh0r951kniTOsNUlH7Clxyk7nb9jdRxpX2tGGxyj6Lz-y6yleHH/s320/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276818348679046594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIFh-gL1RIpBi-XYHoWIJtiDyjhy87PYu4IogV-BQjn7TLAgiV2fG4bdGX2DclxdA9P5fnWIQT1aij29BdWthnIHFfaFFSGtm9f5uV-X-6xQJoHWSYmHcW6utQbAlgH1VP8ETKO9kj-jp1/s1600-h/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+057.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIFh-gL1RIpBi-XYHoWIJtiDyjhy87PYu4IogV-BQjn7TLAgiV2fG4bdGX2DclxdA9P5fnWIQT1aij29BdWthnIHFfaFFSGtm9f5uV-X-6xQJoHWSYmHcW6utQbAlgH1VP8ETKO9kj-jp1/s320/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276818341513213810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYU5G1XBWnvalKGz-CLXtnesFCcyTSr5lUgcDcQS0UIf4pl3wiEAVh-l_-R9EEX7dCtMesSi6rSGojDis_rB4GnslL_3LAU4EhtWtY3rekq7pOaVpV5eNILQpT1ebNxU3cjwvD1qU-JOHi/s1600-h/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYU5G1XBWnvalKGz-CLXtnesFCcyTSr5lUgcDcQS0UIf4pl3wiEAVh-l_-R9EEX7dCtMesSi6rSGojDis_rB4GnslL_3LAU4EhtWtY3rekq7pOaVpV5eNILQpT1ebNxU3cjwvD1qU-JOHi/s320/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276818330030835074" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgz_nBky3h6u0kklvzGSb-nYIXpOF3S2QpjQab8pBFh9halreT8RmaXOQqOghIvqD5Qx8fqEa5YZfg72J033_hVSqMcmJsKb2AmnbXVYvM4ITd_4f51xR7_Smbd0oju8uasielT2SXbuW/s1600-h/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+058.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgz_nBky3h6u0kklvzGSb-nYIXpOF3S2QpjQab8pBFh9halreT8RmaXOQqOghIvqD5Qx8fqEa5YZfg72J033_hVSqMcmJsKb2AmnbXVYvM4ITd_4f51xR7_Smbd0oju8uasielT2SXbuW/s320/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276818327466261202" /></a><br /><br />The last full day I was up there I spent with my mom and my Grandma Spencer doing crafts. I really enjoyed the time I got to spend with my Grandma and mom. I am not sure if the craft or taking the pictures afterwards was more fun. I don't think Grandma knew that you could set up a camera a timer to take pictures. My grandma laughing had train effect cause then both mom and myself her laughing too. We had a lot of fun. I love you Grandma and Mom!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYdig8t7638IoCfTuNbiC0lCeJEKvNjn1Nn9BUKro0KtdNVv0h_XOnsMDw_CA9o4bXSJmN8Ut1nd1FETNT3_ytFqfaNoX5ehxdTsW4vJ_3pXdqiJ6PGAmev10SsFhbxFMiah04T4QtRsc/s1600-h/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYdig8t7638IoCfTuNbiC0lCeJEKvNjn1Nn9BUKro0KtdNVv0h_XOnsMDw_CA9o4bXSJmN8Ut1nd1FETNT3_ytFqfaNoX5ehxdTsW4vJ_3pXdqiJ6PGAmev10SsFhbxFMiah04T4QtRsc/s320/120108-120608Grandma,Billie+Boys,+Lisa+girls+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276819488847645106" /></a><br /><br />I am so glad that I have time to visit with my friends and family and wish that the time spent didn't go by so quickly. I love you all very much! Oh and to Lisa and Billie, Thanks for sharing your sweet little ones with me. If I didn't have the three best friends that I have I don't know what I would do. I love being Adopted Auntie AshieAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-65981293522351954792008-11-22T13:23:00.000-08:002008-11-23T21:21:58.884-08:00This ThanksgivingWhen this time of year comes around every late fall I find myself reflecting on my many blessings during the past year. Sometimes when life gets so busy we forget to be thankful for the things that we have and the the good things that have happened in the year past as we approach a new year. So I w<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ould</span> like to say I have many blessings to be thankful for.<br /><br />First my Family. My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">loving</span>, caring, and hardworking husband to whom I have been married to for three years and share our life <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">together</span> with our dog Ayce and kittens Izee and Harlee. My mom and dad who sacrifice so much for myself and my two older brothers. I know they often don't get the credit they deserve. My brothers, each of whom touch my life in ways they will never know. I am thankful for Pamela, the woman in Nathan's life, that makes him happy and has shown him GOD, and helps to get him through some of the trials in his life. I am also thankful for My Mother and Father-in-Law, they have supported us through school and then moved us to St. George after we graduated this year. I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">grateful</span> for my two Grandmothers both whom I love so very much. I am thankful to have known two of the most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">influential</span> men in my life, my grandfathers, and even though they have both been gone for awhile now I thank God everyday for the time I did get to have with them, knowing them, loving them and having special memories with them. I so very thankful for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">precious</span> little children in my life who are my nieces and nephews. I have two very beautiful nieces. Diana, who is growing up to quickly.We like having sleep overs at "Grammy's House" when I am up visiting from St. George and taking pictures of ourselves in the mirrors. Oaqulee, who loves to dance, pretend she's a puppy or a kitty, and colors with me when I visit. I also have two handsome nephews. Russell, a quiet, bright and strong little guy who can't help but put a smile on my face when I see his eyes light up. He likes to have me pick him up and swing him upside down then do a flip and tickle him. Bubba is getting to big for me to do that now but I am thankful for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">memories</span> of playtime. Then newest little one is Hawkins, he is a cute, chunky, happy baby. What a sweet smile he has. I also am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">grateful</span> for my three sister-in-laws Laura,Amie, Michelle, and my brother-in-laws Brett and Russell. My family consists of many more people for who I am grateful for.<br /><br /><br />My friends are people who I am so happy to have in my life. I have three very best friends We have been friends for a very long time growing up together and sharing in each others happiness, sadness and and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">life's</span> joyous moments such and Wedding days and births of children. These girls are all sisters that I feel God forgot to give me, but I am thankful for their friendship. Kimberly, the one most like me is always there for me and I know that I can count on her for anything. She came to to St.George with me when I had a my job interview, she was at my graduation, and she came to our going away/graduation BBQ. I have missed having her close by, but thankful for cell phones, and Guitar Hero (on the WII) so that we can still play together though we are miles apart. I am so happy that she found Wes and that they are making <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">their</span> own life together and am thankful that she and I will always be able to share my life with her matter how many miles may <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">separate</span> us. Billie another hometown best friend whom shares her sweet little boys with me to who I am Adopted Aunt Ashie. We agree on most things but not on football teams. Utah VS BYU may be the only thing that can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">separate</span> our friendship for jsut a brief moment in time every year. I am thankful for being able to win Dinner bets against her team. She too is a friend I know I can always count on. Lisa, a childhood best friend and also another friend whom I know I can share my secrets with. She has two beautiful little girls and how thankful I am to know them and to love them as my adopted nieces. All of my friends are people I am thankful for. I am also <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">grateful</span> reconnecting with old friends through Facebook and Myspace.<br /><br /><br />I am thankful for the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">opportunity</span> that I had to work at the University of Utah on Bone Marrow Transplant Unit what a humbling place. The people, I worked with who were patients, were just amazing people. I loved each and everyone of the those people I served. What strength they had in the most difficult of times. I really do have a lot to be thankful for. I will never forget their battles and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">their</span> strength to live. I am thankful for my job at Dixie Regional and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">opportunities</span> I have had to learn and to grow as a new Respiratory Therapist. I am thankful for my co-workers who teach me and mentor me every night. I am thankful that we can work as a team when things get tough. I am also thankful for my health.<br /><br /><br /><p>I am also thankful for the Utes Winning 2008 season but most of all I am thankful for the win against BYU. </p><p>I have so much to be Thankful for this year and even in the uncertainty of times I know that I will always have the love and support of my family and friends. It doesn't matter what kind of house you live in or the car you drive, the clothes you wear or how much money you have in the bank, if you are surrounded by the people that love you then you are blessed with the greatest riches of all. </p><strong>Happy Thanksgiving 2008!</strong><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=2810246167497721587&site=widget-f3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2810246167497721587&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p1/2810246167497721587/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2810246167497721587&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p2/2810246167497721587/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=2810246167497721587&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p4/2810246167497721587/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong>Be Thankful</strong></div><div align="center">By Unknown<br />Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire.</div><div align="center">If you did, what would there be to look forward to?</div><div align="center">Be thankful when you don’t know something,for it gives you the opportunity to learn.<br />Be thankful for the difficult times.During those times you grow.</div><div align="center">Be thankful for your limitations,because they give you opportunities for improvement.</div><div align="center">Be thankful for each new challenge,because it will build your strength and character.<br />Be thankful for your mistakes. They will teach you valuable lessons.</div><div align="center">Be thankful when you’re tired and weary,because it means you’ve made a difference.<br />It’s easy to be thankful for the good things.</div><div align="center">A life of rich fulfilment comes to those whoare also thankful for the setbacks.</div><div align="center">Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.</div><div align="center">Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,</div><div align="center">and they can become your blessings</div><br /><br />"Even though we can't have all we want, we ought to be thankful we don't get what we deserve"Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-5261418503087701042008-11-14T08:42:00.001-08:002008-11-14T09:23:43.720-08:00VOTE FOR ME!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirmgOwZC4xabt3QWqJHwdo8-Xq5aDVpUNAwU1WlM7C1v3YfasMzfnRzsDl_N1g4Oy_-qJRMVdvWlooqcM4jhQDmL6e3Fg3jte0Tu97hVQv5NwON9Jim_fAcM1JE1P5jmmuu9tm5JvlRvVg/s1600-h/Izzee+Icecream.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268557258813601506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirmgOwZC4xabt3QWqJHwdo8-Xq5aDVpUNAwU1WlM7C1v3YfasMzfnRzsDl_N1g4Oy_-qJRMVdvWlooqcM4jhQDmL6e3Fg3jte0Tu97hVQv5NwON9Jim_fAcM1JE1P5jmmuu9tm5JvlRvVg/s320/Izzee+Icecream.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Okay everyone here is the deal. My company is having a photo contest for the What makes you Smile promotion of Select Health Dental plan. Anyways there is a chance for me to win some extra cash which would really help out right now. So I am asking a begging PLEASE vote lots for me Between now and December 4th. You can vote once a day every day. :) Just folllow this think and it will take you to the picture I submitted. Tell your friends too!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here is the link: Ashley Thomas has entered a photo into the SelectHealth "What Makes You Smile?" Photo Contest. Now, you have a chance to help Ashley win! Just visit the link below and vote for Ashley's photo.<br /><a href="http://www.protecttoothy.com/smileContest/photoDetails.aspx?photoID=660" target="_blank"><span style="color:#3333ff;">http://www.protecttoothy.com/smileContest/photoDetails.aspx?photoID=660</span></a></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-57657519938099261122008-10-30T01:03:00.000-07:002008-10-30T01:29:59.207-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPY0FRw7gSufHPIn7H_yr3Gkpa323QlXWQbSrQKU4e1C6m4Dw3EMx5jbc5LZqqgTtYTuiuBAkzU_1C95Zc-8yLmjNCt921xhOWdW3i03cY12gNy6HXfjI_s_5pUuqbr9JB7LWDtIf2ddq/s1600-h/headache.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262854712132727538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPY0FRw7gSufHPIn7H_yr3Gkpa323QlXWQbSrQKU4e1C6m4Dw3EMx5jbc5LZqqgTtYTuiuBAkzU_1C95Zc-8yLmjNCt921xhOWdW3i03cY12gNy6HXfjI_s_5pUuqbr9JB7LWDtIf2ddq/s320/headache.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is what is new in my life....only its not new. I feel horrible and I just want to crawl in bed and stay there until my head feels better, which by the looks of it doesn't seem like its going to happen anytime soon. I hate HEADACHES! My left side of my head is just throbbing with pain and i am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nauseated</span>. I have one more night of work after tonight--I am not sure i am going to make it! Anybody have any ideas? I can't stand it anymore!</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>"Migrain"</div><div>slightly twisted</div><div>a bit depressed</div><div>just out of touch</div><div>from all the stress</div><div>feel what I see</div><div>write what I feel</div><div>looking for life</div><div>from inside of me</div><div>my vision is blurred</div><div>as my sight starts to fade</div><div>my head starts to explode</div><div>just another day</div><div>no relief in sight</div><div>lose the will to fightyour sanity flees</div><div>the pain so intenseI'm down on my knees praying to God</div><div>to give me strength just another day like all the rest </div><div>maybe tomorrow the pain will subside</div><div>I'll find away out and let you know </div><div>if I'm still sane or lost in the snow</div><div></div><div>I didn't write this poem but it describes pretty much how i am feeling right now.</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-73377027639350357612008-09-29T12:00:00.000-07:002008-09-29T13:45:29.957-07:00Here goes again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnp9E5OF29PaR4wSzLfHEGZonZ_NJul5kn1n7PhowBU_eVxq7Srv_Uc53lpIovY1ofVcPBTV0THuY-1L7-pIUPOBARGa3EHWp8bAllHe_6hzL5thUMUGbUKj5w-sRPBfpCUfH_nHqhR82E/s1600-h/snowman+lungs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251544959079237938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnp9E5OF29PaR4wSzLfHEGZonZ_NJul5kn1n7PhowBU_eVxq7Srv_Uc53lpIovY1ofVcPBTV0THuY-1L7-pIUPOBARGa3EHWp8bAllHe_6hzL5thUMUGbUKj5w-sRPBfpCUfH_nHqhR82E/s320/snowman+lungs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I was so happy to have graduated school and start my new life and career as a Respiratory therapist but life since graduation hasn't gotten any easier. I will have had to pass three tests to become a full fledged Registered therapist. My no means did I expect the task of passing three tests to be easy but I wasn't expecting it to be this nerve racking. Let me tell you I would much rather be studying for one of "Crazy Max's" midterms or final exams in critical thinking or even give me math. YUCK!! Max's tests were absolutely insane but now I know what he was preparing us for...I think! </div><br /><div>I have already taken two of the three tests. The first test I had to take was the written CRT. It wasn't to bad of a test to pass. I then began studying for my written RRT. This test wasn't to bad either but still none the less my mind was packed full of anxiety and I thought for sure that I <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCmp7sdcL1qaaE4PF4YEynok1BOzaU93uCe0G7JtvJDzaaBpYFGQX1rnXBI2UeNPoyNZi_PI2lPjV3Z1UjvjkQC_omTe9oznVE9XUdtIayJS42XfF1IXJftgqt1zlCNv4ytnI4fPV1Ka2/s1600-h/RT.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251544957194616066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCmp7sdcL1qaaE4PF4YEynok1BOzaU93uCe0G7JtvJDzaaBpYFGQX1rnXBI2UeNPoyNZi_PI2lPjV3Z1UjvjkQC_omTe9oznVE9XUdtIayJS42XfF1IXJftgqt1zlCNv4ytnI4fPV1Ka2/s320/RT.jpg" border="0" /></a>wouldn't pass--but I did and I was proud. By the time I had actually walked the walked and received my degree I had passed two of the terrible three tests. My confidence level had been boosted and I felt like I could conquer just about anything. </div><br /><div>So I started studying for my RRT Clinical simulation test as soon as I was all settled into my house and job in St. George. I studied for nearly a whole month daily before going back up to Salt Lake to take the test. I was feeling very nervous and anxious but felt like I would do okay. As I drove from my mom and dads in Kaysville to HR Block in Salt Lake City, where this one and all my tests prior were administered, I prayed that I would make the right decisions and not kill any of my computerized patients at the NBRC Medical Center. I tried taking deep breaths but rather started hyperventilating and crying. This was not good but by the time I reached the testing center I had calmed down and felt good. I guess praying really does help one to feel better. I along with two other people who I had never met in my life sat nervously in the parking lot waiting for the doors to open. There was one other person who was there taking the same test as I and then the other girl was taking her RN. We all sat down and started the test. I felt things were going well for the most part. The RN girl wasn't there very long then it was just me and the other poor Respiratory therapist. Just about every other word from his mouth was f--- or Sh--( you get the point). At this point i was really beginning to sweat even though i wasn't half as worried as the guy sitting next to me. I was just minutes away from finding out my fate that rest in four words <strong>YOU PASSED THIS TEST, </strong>well that's what I was hoping for anyway. I was on the last question of the last scenario and click I made my decision and was done. I took the quick little survey and calmly and collectively got up and waited for the printer to print out my score sheet. It seemed like hours before the printer turned on and spit out my results. I quickly picked up my result and read <strong>YOU FAILED THIS TEST</strong>. I looked it over not really realizing what I had read only to realize I really did fail--I failed my two points, that's one percent. I killed one of my patients at NBRC Medical Center and probably a child at that. What a way to start off your day--failing a test by two lousey points. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89T-1ycVUU_FYb-csrEfZ3dsZUAetlVfSvn6DadUlVsd5gwpnARfKgjIFMG9sL-wEA7l7-oAUQMkcfgRf4icz7I62ZmPkNhLwKE6CFLesOkLsRSEZu_IVPmxpCSVX3aPPeY7M3hmwLvfn/s1600-h/test_cartoon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251544955200621362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89T-1ycVUU_FYb-csrEfZ3dsZUAetlVfSvn6DadUlVsd5gwpnARfKgjIFMG9sL-wEA7l7-oAUQMkcfgRf4icz7I62ZmPkNhLwKE6CFLesOkLsRSEZu_IVPmxpCSVX3aPPeY7M3hmwLvfn/s320/test_cartoon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So here I am studying continuously again for my Clinical Simulation whenever i can because i am headed up to Salt Lake tomorrow morning to retake the test on Wednesday. I have even fell asleep studying at my computer. I am already $800 into this test taking thing not to mention the cost of all my study materials, my license, and gas money to get up to Salt Lake all for a stinking credential. One letter difference in my Credential "R" instead of a "C". So here's to praying for good judgment, eased levels of anxiety, and thoughts and prayers of friends and family. Wish me Luck! Here Goes Again!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-86278375463734968992008-09-20T20:50:00.001-07:002008-09-20T21:07:25.884-07:00CONGRATULATIONS!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBgRrCDx60y-Y-vfQ9U96LjThAnpqY27qHXgb7ReK787pZCOyqNPdr5YrZ9BxqsAWaE-fk62yLsLIKjnxVi1g6nc_-wk2IZkI1R46Iud-euccty7eGgeyRDU_9Uh0yFEkgh8ll4VBXhf2/s1600-h/kimberlywes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317181000486530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBgRrCDx60y-Y-vfQ9U96LjThAnpqY27qHXgb7ReK787pZCOyqNPdr5YrZ9BxqsAWaE-fk62yLsLIKjnxVi1g6nc_-wk2IZkI1R46Iud-euccty7eGgeyRDU_9Uh0yFEkgh8ll4VBXhf2/s320/kimberlywes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Congratulations to my VERY BEST FRIEND KIMBERLY! She Got engaged tonight at Sunset! Kimberly, for those of you who don't know is my my childhood friend forever. We became friends at my dads work party in Kemmerer, Wyoming just shortly after she moved there with her family. We went all through school together and her mom was my babysitter during kindergarten. I even shared the chickenpox with her and being as generous as i could i even shared them with her big brother and little sister too! We have always shared these big moments with each other. She was my Maid of Honor in my wedding and now I will proudly stand in her wedding line when she marries the man who will make her a very happy and beautiful bride! So congratulations Kimberly and Wes! I love you very much!</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-30065995880907883172008-09-17T22:44:00.001-07:002008-09-18T10:13:19.252-07:00Harleiquin<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247233506414055090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWg10Ur2j7kuODNB-ZyEIfIWjYFYiaiL5xu8gbQLSLrZtW4Pbu5E2NE4HXmrnLwdxzUQQmsHwz0cqa2yGZ9QMm0YqCJLAHFX3uHic0KWTnKpQmSxdXpM-4c4Lkxey8sCZdf9nhPZrD4RsT/s320/Harlee.bmp" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Harleiquin</span></strong><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div>Harlee was a starving little kitten that I found one night when Joey came to share my lunch break with me. We were eating and heard this pathetic little meow. I went and found her in the bushes and offered a piece of my chicken she was so hungry that when she finished it she bit my finger. So much for the saying "don't bite the hand that feeds you." I made Joey take her home and feed her some kitty food and give her some water. He said "you are not keeping this one!" Well, the plan wasn't to keep her but to give her to my mom. My dad was going to decide that weekend while he was here visiting. We fell more in love with little Harlee everyday. Izee enjoyed having another kitten to play with so Joey decided that we could keep her if my dad said mom couldn't have her. So you can guess what dad said. Harlee got her name from Joey. He named her Harleiquin because she reminded him of a bat...and that made him think of the Joker's girlfriend from Batman named Harley Quinne thus her name Harleiquin. Joey says it's the perfect name for her because she is a little joker--she teases Ayce and Iz. She is such a sweet kitty. She loves to play with Izee and is getting more use to Ayce everyday. She cuddles with anyone and everyone and has a lot of love to give. </div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong></strong></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-8346178665635402682008-09-17T22:13:00.000-07:002008-09-18T10:12:20.956-07:00Izee<strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247240746832208450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUsHsefl5w2CKFDW2hOU4uVZCiXvAb3ahGAmRjTzcyfUYaYFtkHeSF2isb4GUZY_79bz1PiiB8b7x_UqNophWc8ADt4MdZ_lmPGGT4oQaqrQEU4zFXAcZ4WgwMW3-fm67nYrTLQyKc_lLk/s320/Izeesmile.bmp" border="0" /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Izee</span></span></strong> <div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Izee</span> is our six month old American <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bobtailed</span> kitten. We adopted her in May of this year. She was a little miracle. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Izee</span> came to us after we lost our first kitten <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Demee</span> who was with us for just a very short time. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Izee</span> was a very sick kitten when we adopted her. She had the feline flu, which affects the respiratory system. She couldn't breathe very well because she was so stuffed up and so she wouldn't eat. We had to give her antibiotic for ten days and really nurture her to health. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ayce</span> was such a good dog, he helped us to teach her to eat. She had been taken away from her mom to early. She did everything <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ayce</span> did and that is how she <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWKnhvZW2UlJPHSmDluMHwDHsb8TndS_TAWAjM8OesuJ6mCfPBEvP_I5N6ihSyKofv1D-SzNc_HVbRFtM34Zlf0-NxFkXK8U_jm5m5gsuhpGVleJpMAOrQcnQQXw4Lfh00rxwUczd3mn5/s1600-h/Izee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247227831089301106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOWKnhvZW2UlJPHSmDluMHwDHsb8TndS_TAWAjM8OesuJ6mCfPBEvP_I5N6ihSyKofv1D-SzNc_HVbRFtM34Zlf0-NxFkXK8U_jm5m5gsuhpGVleJpMAOrQcnQQXw4Lfh00rxwUczd3mn5/s320/Izee.jpg" border="0" /></a>learned. I think that she doesn't know that she isn't a dog and that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ayce</span> is not her mom. She loves to play and to cuddle with him. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Izee</span> also loves her new little sister <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Harlee</span>. She has taught <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Harlee</span> how to be another cat that acts like a dog. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Izee</span> has grown up to be such a beautiful kitty. She is so sweet and cuddles with me and Joey on her own terms but usually that comes early in the morning when we want to sleep. She especially loves Joeys scruff on his chin--the best way to get her ears scratched! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Izee</span> will get extremely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">affectionate</span> if i sing You Are My Sunshine. Its funny and I find myself singing it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">allot</span> just to get some cuddles from her.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><br /></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-68570492261846045772008-09-17T21:41:00.000-07:002008-09-18T00:22:45.708-07:00AYCE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5BsekK3ZHp-QPO5alSfMbForlq-odcHUDvMQPn4gxDAwoRxU0FJhX-Vs7mKHjreqdw3as-zLUkYuluFfW0mpWjaJC480EI8iBg3_xqobT6aUxww-mWzn2BPpvXVBi9EWbs6H6BTB3Isr/s1600-h/Ayce.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247221202388484322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5BsekK3ZHp-QPO5alSfMbForlq-odcHUDvMQPn4gxDAwoRxU0FJhX-Vs7mKHjreqdw3as-zLUkYuluFfW0mpWjaJC480EI8iBg3_xqobT6aUxww-mWzn2BPpvXVBi9EWbs6H6BTB3Isr/s320/Ayce.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Ayce </span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span>Ayce (<strong><em>A</em></strong>ll <strong><em>Y</em></strong>ou <strong>C</strong>an <strong><em>E</em></strong>at), our black lab-who knows what mix, who we adopted in March of 2006 just shortly after I lost my little Jack Russel Terrior Daizy May. Ayce was nine weeks old when we adopted him. On his adoption card it says he is a black lab newfoundland mix, so we thought that he was going to be big and hairy. As you can see from his picture he definetly not big or hairy he most definetly does not have any newfy in him. We didn't care what he was he was so cute and he really helped me to feel better after Daizy died. He continuly makes me laugh and he does some really silly things. Ayce earned his name because he literally ate everything from my favorite slippers, a bag of dark chocalate m&m's to sprinkler heads and garden hoses right down to carpet in the sun room at my in-laws house. It seemed like he was never going to stop misbehaving but he has really turned out to be a pretty good dog. What makes Ayce special is that he loves the kittens. He really looks after them and takes care of them, sometimes they don't love him as quiet as much. We love Ayce very much and know that he will continue to bring happiness and laughter to our family for years to come.</div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492589429035304623.post-42819210021591819902008-09-14T21:55:00.000-07:002008-09-18T00:16:32.448-07:00In the begining there were two.<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbNJvb1rNHKJ6CvY9i-1Vb8zSMeznZC_E18Re6XDiySZjx5e7qldBa-Sg6q6jgpa9HUkieDzJYgGCw2HqtFzBR7NlQhlVKRB80ZCprAlsw7sLg_9k2HCffoSPtB4kbdU2gcWSYnj-NO9E/s1600-h/ENGAGEMENT+163.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246109800184525378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbNJvb1rNHKJ6CvY9i-1Vb8zSMeznZC_E18Re6XDiySZjx5e7qldBa-Sg6q6jgpa9HUkieDzJYgGCw2HqtFzBR7NlQhlVKRB80ZCprAlsw7sLg_9k2HCffoSPtB4kbdU2gcWSYnj-NO9E/s320/ENGAGEMENT+163.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>This is OUR Love story!</strong><br /><br /><div>For those of you who don't know Joey and I will soon be celebrating our third year of marriage. WOW, time sure does fly fast. We were married on October 21, 2005 in Layton, Utah. My Wedding was everything I ever dreamed it would be. Joey, along with our parents did everything they could to make it a dream come true.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Joseph and I met at Brighton Gardens Assisted Living where we were both working at the time. Joey had been working there for about a year before I started. He did maintance and cleaned carpets at the time. I was hired to work in as a "care manager" glorified name for a certified nurse assistant. When I started working there Joey instantly took notice in me and introduced himself. I wasn't quiet looking to get into a relationship but things fell into place and there were soon sparks. By sparks i meen a little old lady named Cecile, who was suffering from dementia but still had many years of wisdom to offer a blind man. The story is one night when the two of us were both working Joey had come up the the "office" to visit with the assisted living crew. Cecile liked sitting in the office as well so there we all were and just out of the blue she asks to me " Now do you have a Beu?" I what I thought to myself...it didn't take me long to realize she was asking if i had a boyfriend. So i answered "No, not exactly." She quickly then turned from me to Joseph and asked him "Do you have girl?" He responded very quickly not hesitating a bit and said "NO, I am still looking!" Well then Cecile looked straight at him and said "well if you would open your eyes you would see that what you are looking for is right there in front of ya!" So from that moment on Joey and I can't agree on the story but I know how it really happened and that is all that matters.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>W<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EvGXWZE194UJoKcIFSX4DBt4AxZiP5PauhZ2IGnEDPdg6p3e_4hjiKiuQdnUIK-VHTNo2_URXUK3bc4sUt2cAfwQYoWnsxoWBf7dCdsZqC6RwbH8HE7eK5ci6qnp_80OhVRYs8KuRbb9/s1600-h/Wedding+Pictures+10-21-05+106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247252408520727490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EvGXWZE194UJoKcIFSX4DBt4AxZiP5PauhZ2IGnEDPdg6p3e_4hjiKiuQdnUIK-VHTNo2_URXUK3bc4sUt2cAfwQYoWnsxoWBf7dCdsZqC6RwbH8HE7eK5ci6qnp_80OhVRYs8KuRbb9/s320/Wedding+Pictures+10-21-05+106.jpg" border="0" /></a>e began dating and just a few months later we were engaged to be married. The purpsoal was absolutely insane but so romantic all at the same time. It was Christmas morning and I had just gotten off of a graveyard shift at Brighton Gardens. I was very tired and somewhat in coherant at the time. It is hard to explain in words how Joey purposed but he had me all in dither and even had me thinking he was going to break up with me. LOL! Anyways he had me chasing a maze of twine throughout his house, outside then finally back into the house where he had a build-a-bear cat dressed in a tux and a build-a-bear pink poodle dressed in a wedding gown sitting. The cat had a voice box in his paw that had Joey's voice recorded asking me to marry him. Okay everyone now you can say "OH....How Sweet." My ring was and is beautiful. What a wonderful Christmas present.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI10o0U63iYIDWz3EdakOleSMgmCbpAyxxEAKggE1Gv6kItSVedvUMvRs6WQi6nuKkWEM_WkXsK75McrZpGwpzqqn-JPfhIx9dyJElIzLbdNwX8aNYjv4j2XUMdwaLU_JgfyaD5TCB90cV/s1600-h/DSCF0046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247255571662237890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI10o0U63iYIDWz3EdakOleSMgmCbpAyxxEAKggE1Gv6kItSVedvUMvRs6WQi6nuKkWEM_WkXsK75McrZpGwpzqqn-JPfhIx9dyJElIzLbdNwX8aNYjv4j2XUMdwaLU_JgfyaD5TCB90cV/s320/DSCF0046.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_Onotp5vgo13WcF9pf2NPhsXLNn5tgVkq1Hr10yoEvoRcL2xKCZOPaNX3NcL2mcRl8DzGOMKaSV61Aln4p5Y5Ty0hMtFAoGwZk7dILOm1LAko54FDq4BPwojIJMAEdMTdHCFtJMXZaLa/s1600-h/Wedding+Pictures+10-21-05+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247255571590931922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw_Onotp5vgo13WcF9pf2NPhsXLNn5tgVkq1Hr10yoEvoRcL2xKCZOPaNX3NcL2mcRl8DzGOMKaSV61Aln4p5Y5Ty0hMtFAoGwZk7dILOm1LAko54FDq4BPwojIJMAEdMTdHCFtJMXZaLa/s320/Wedding+Pictures+10-21-05+069.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pete the best photographer ever</span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>pmphotoart.com</strong></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3O4Dcreyi526t-lvLh7JPC5zTDznQWgYRNAqzN1z8p57wYvzU8WOhCMvbtZN31O-RBt6gh3xnfUjHAjB_OIxXDyz8XThPPtEOgpsYgDg_Bo_sGRqI0B_X_-XGo8mCS1TC_M6N_OzU52I/s1600-h/Wedding+Pictures+10-21-05+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247255567163924866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3O4Dcreyi526t-lvLh7JPC5zTDznQWgYRNAqzN1z8p57wYvzU8WOhCMvbtZN31O-RBt6gh3xnfUjHAjB_OIxXDyz8XThPPtEOgpsYgDg_Bo_sGRqI0B_X_-XGo8mCS1TC_M6N_OzU52I/s320/Wedding+Pictures+10-21-05+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji7LZjMzYYd7Etz4RfM2wz6m7_jsRNC3xedSzqPvJHqAJyBAHe-1khMDlehKh7MW4wXIRTL3nxZOKsIH8fRH6bwCIVE8Dh7BejzcRxRhMxnY2v-DVWfxuUqcCFPXmJxoZAVicw3q3L1okf/s1600-h/DSCF0039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247255578306520146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji7LZjMzYYd7Etz4RfM2wz6m7_jsRNC3xedSzqPvJHqAJyBAHe-1khMDlehKh7MW4wXIRTL3nxZOKsIH8fRH6bwCIVE8Dh7BejzcRxRhMxnY2v-DVWfxuUqcCFPXmJxoZAVicw3q3L1okf/s320/DSCF0039.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13674258596891653056noreply@blogger.com3