<?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-8129704752578808079</id><updated>2011-09-29T00:07:42.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*ashlee*</title><subtitle type='html'>need a little ashlee in your life?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-5101815630988490670</id><published>2010-07-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:56:09.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for Babies, Business and Besties</title><content type='html'>So its been a super busy couple of months and its not really going to be slowing down for awhile I feel like, but I had my first real day off from work and now I dont know what to do with all this time to myself so I decided to get some pictures up from the eventful last little bit. We shall start with BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Amber having a little boy. His name is Liam Matthew and he is absolutely adorable. He is super smiley and just nice. He likes to just get your attention and when you talk to him his whole face lights up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/TC1VjIu4geI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fTeb4i3M6BQ/s1600/2010-06-09+California+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489137582962409954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/TC1VjIu4geI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fTeb4i3M6BQ/s320/2010-06-09+California+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next came Brookes time for birth. They had a beautiful little girl named Jalie Rose. I have not got to see her in person yet but I cant wait to just kiss her cute face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/TC1VjU56muI/AAAAAAAAAVw/iBK5G4P-g1I/s1600/Jalie_Rose_Carroll_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489137586229910242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/TC1VjU56muI/AAAAAAAAAVw/iBK5G4P-g1I/s320/Jalie_Rose_Carroll_022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last but not least came Alicia and Bens little one Kashe Benjamin. Him I did get to meet and he is so precious. Having been close enough to see Liam all the time it was shocking that Kashe was so small. You think Liam is just a tiny baby and then you see a brand newbie and Liam looks like a giant. Today I got to hold Kashe while we shopped all day and he purred and grunted like a little kitty the entire time. I told Alicia it was because he was so happy he finally got to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/TC1YgiCXkLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5sNmNuO6KxU/s1600/2010-06-18+Alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489140836750299314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/TC1YgiCXkLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5sNmNuO6KxU/s320/2010-06-18+Alicia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say Carrolls make cute babies. I cant wait for everyone to go home and get together for the wedding. Everyone knows I hate having to share a baby with anyone but with 3 I will probably always have one to hold this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next in my latest adventures has been BUSINESS. Josh decided way back when to start a frozen yogurt place up and so it happened! I am managing it for them so I got sent to training in California for 2 weeks to learn how to basically start it up, staff it and run it! We have been open since last Friday and its going really great. I love being the boss, apparently its in my blood and it really is the first time I have felt challenged by a job which makes me enjoy it so much more! It was crazy getting everyone trained and getting the store put together so I was pulling like 14 hour days, which was tough but hey I know Ill love the paycheck. Its almost hard to leave now because Im afraid things might just fall apart haha. But I guess you have to leave your baby alone, in someone elses hands sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..and of course BUSINESS brings me right to BESTIES! When Josh told me we needed to find someone to do all this business with me who else would I put in a good word for but my bestie Destry. So our business trip was me and Des for 2 weeks in California. I know my life is kind of a dream. It was alot of work and we had a lot to learn but we also had alot of fun. We were minutes away from the beach and Disneyland and thousands of malls and our hotel had a pool. Any time that wasnt work time was play time. We also decided to use our food money for Disneyland which was the best decision ever. It will of course get its own post as it was my very first time and awesome with tons of pictures. So now we are just besties that happen to run a store together also! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/TC4YLocx6gI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5nMOFpoOVE0/s1600/2010-06-09+California+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489351583926970882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/TC4YLocx6gI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5nMOFpoOVE0/s320/2010-06-09+California+21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-5101815630988490670?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/5101815630988490670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=5101815630988490670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/5101815630988490670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/5101815630988490670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2010/07/b-is-for-babies-business-and-besties.html' title='B is for Babies, Business and Besties'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/TC1VjIu4geI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fTeb4i3M6BQ/s72-c/2010-06-09+California+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-4553581608055377213</id><published>2010-05-21T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:53:07.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's late but...</title><content type='html'>HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I didnt get a chance to write before because things have been crazy but I want to wish everyone a happy mothers day. My mom of course,my grandmas, my aunts, my cousins, my friends (since these days most of them are mothers now), my wonderful sister in laws Brooke..who will be a mother again very soon and Marley, and especially my amazing sisters Amber and Alicia! Amber will be blessing her newest addition this weekend and takes mothering four like a pro of course, and Alicia is just weeks away (finally!) from having her first little munchkin!! I could not be more happy for her and Ben and I know she is going to be amazing! I always find little sappy things to say on mothers day and cry a little and feel sorry for myself but this Mothers Day I really wanted to focus on how blessed I am for the "surrogate" mothers in my life. No one can or ever will be able to be my mother like my real mother but I am so glad I have so many loving and caring women in my life. There are so many good examples for me to look up to and for that I am thankful. Without getting to emotional since I am in class writing this I just want to say I have the most amazing family and I love them all, but there is just something about my sisters that make them basically angels on earth. Amber is an amzing mother to her beautiful kiddos and has shown me what rich blessings come from being a homemaker, wife and mother and to do it all with humor and sweetness. Alicia has shown how to be strong, commited, true to yourself, patient and loving and I know all her little ones will be so blessed to be children of hers. Maybe they will even listen to her and stay in school ;) I know and can see that they are amazing for their little growing families but I really cant ever thank them enough for being the women and mothers in my life, to talk to me even when they are busy because they actually have lives. To feed me at a restaurant when they know Im struggling for cash! To cook me meals and let me stay at their houses when I just want to hang around and not shower (although me not showering is not their preference). I feel so blessed to have them around and I wonder how everyone in the world is not jealous to have such sweet sisters! They remind me everyday of the great qualities that my mom possesed and I see her in them more and more as they get older, I even almost cried and laughed one day watching Amber because she scolds exactly like my mom did, I felt like I had been in McCadens shoes getting the same ultimatums! So I love you Amber and I love you Alicia and I hope you had a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;             Happy Mothers Day to all and I love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-4553581608055377213?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4553581608055377213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=4553581608055377213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4553581608055377213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4553581608055377213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know-its-late-but.html' title='I know it&apos;s late but...'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-2457299845738156189</id><published>2010-04-05T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:07:21.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little photo story...</title><content type='html'>So there I was sitting in my room bored..(which is usually how my blogs start)...and I think Im going to make a photo story with the pictures off my dads camera, play a little catch-up if you will, since I have not really had a camera of my own lately. I get started with great ideas and intentions...to make a long story short I have many ideas as to how to make blogger better because I am currently so angry at how everything kept turning out. So everything is messed up and out of order but here it is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qp4DU85MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4yMN7Wympgg/s1600/Dads+Camera+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456860678943728834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qp4DU85MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4yMN7Wympgg/s320/Dads+Camera+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2009- Me and my newish nephew Brody boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qp3VyB78I/AAAAAAAAAVI/_QWCLy6-kx8/s1600/Dads+Camera+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456860666717663170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qp3VyB78I/AAAAAAAAAVI/_QWCLy6-kx8/s320/Dads+Camera+075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jed and Mersadie. Basically adorable. Sorry for the slight nudity but Mersadie did not have clothes on in alot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qogmPaDVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Cto4S8gu3kw/s1600/Dads+Camera+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456859176487226706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qogmPaDVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Cto4S8gu3kw/s320/Dads+Camera+090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Beautiful Girls in their Christmas dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qohNcAk5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/v_CitqlSnjc/s1600/Dads+Camera+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456859187009065874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qohNcAk5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/v_CitqlSnjc/s320/Dads+Camera+084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my McCaden girl, isnt she getting so grown up and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qofE58WqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4kc5xnuoU7Q/s1600/Dads+Camera+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456859150358960802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qofE58WqI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4kc5xnuoU7Q/s320/Dads+Camera+139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Marley throw Jordan a surprise 18th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qof8DOUCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/slZX7va92jU/s1600/Dads+Camera+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456859165161836578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qof8DOUCI/AAAAAAAAAUw/slZX7va92jU/s320/Dads+Camera+115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt Jordo actually a cutie when he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qoegAglbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iCQfky-pLcA/s1600/Dads+Camera+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456859140454389170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qoegAglbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iCQfky-pLcA/s320/Dads+Camera+143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brody Pants and his usual candy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qnhckU0uI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZclE0hBnyq4/s1600/Dads+Camera+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858091558851298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qnhckU0uI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZclE0hBnyq4/s320/Dads+Camera+146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stargirl and Pudge start dating. They love to spoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qnggD9zCI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zO8qEJsi630/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858075316997154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qnggD9zCI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/zO8qEJsi630/s320/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter 2010-We get to go visit Nate Brooke and Mersadie. We dont really have many pictures because we just layed around a bunch but it was so great to see them. Mersadie loved her new Nikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qnfgd29eI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GMODIb6AZ7E/s1600/Dads+Camera+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858058245731810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qnfgd29eI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GMODIb6AZ7E/s320/Dads+Camera+150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber had her Fourth baby..a little crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qneb6KLOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Pm4CwDnG7VA/s1600/Dads+Camera+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858039842385122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qneb6KLOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Pm4CwDnG7VA/s320/Dads+Camera+153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pretty sisters and Sarah. They just love their new baby brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qne6bMbnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wP1VAz1hesc/s1600/Dads+Camera+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456858048034008690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qne6bMbnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wP1VAz1hesc/s320/Dads+Camera+151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jed likes his momma alot so we shall see how much he really loves having baby Liam around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7ql21ncMWI/AAAAAAAAATw/gawK_QWuB6E/s1600/Dads+Camera+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856260036800866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7ql21ncMWI/AAAAAAAAATw/gawK_QWuB6E/s320/Dads+Camera+155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big pretty sisters  ;) By the way Alicia finally looks Preggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7ql1d63cMI/AAAAAAAAATg/5hr-fSbwPrQ/s1600/Dads+Camera+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856236495958210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7ql1d63cMI/AAAAAAAAATg/5hr-fSbwPrQ/s320/Dads+Camera+159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Liam cuddling with his soon to be cousin Charles Buckingworth Richins the Third aka Chucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7ql2PbTl_I/AAAAAAAAATo/EJ_PebcMyto/s1600/Dads+Camera+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856249785358322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7ql2PbTl_I/AAAAAAAAATo/EJ_PebcMyto/s320/Dads+Camera+158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my newest little friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7ql0RrmNEI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BisAPTZiGJw/s1600/Dads+Camera+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856216030819394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7ql0RrmNEI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BisAPTZiGJw/s320/Dads+Camera+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad coaching...rough year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qkphAJ9mI/AAAAAAAAATI/eKMX3r1xQM8/s1600/Dads+Camera+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456854931653391970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qkphAJ9mI/AAAAAAAAATI/eKMX3r1xQM8/s320/Dads+Camera+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future sista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qkpKjJjRI/AAAAAAAAATA/md4o2gs8zmA/s1600/Dads+Camera+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456854925626150162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qkpKjJjRI/AAAAAAAAATA/md4o2gs8zmA/s320/Dads+Camera+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas- I thought this picture was pretty crazy because it almost has everyone in the fam in it. Its rare to even get that many of us together in the same picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qkn3b5TwI/AAAAAAAAASw/0HImgEmfHqk/s1600/Dads+Camera+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456854903315582722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qkn3b5TwI/AAAAAAAAASw/0HImgEmfHqk/s320/Dads+Camera+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan had his senior year of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qkojd0ZhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KPwZ8BZXipo/s1600/Dads+Camera+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456854915134809618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qkojd0ZhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/KPwZ8BZXipo/s320/Dads+Camera+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stargirl broke up with Pudge and started dating a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qknVYOzMI/AAAAAAAAASo/b9WCuZH1QdY/s1600/Dads+Camera+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456854894173408450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qknVYOzMI/AAAAAAAAASo/b9WCuZH1QdY/s320/Dads+Camera+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior night for Jord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is a little bit of whats been going on. Everyone got pregnant. Jord turned 18 and proposed 5 days later. So by the 10th of July I will have another sister, 3 more nephews(even though I technically already considered Brod one) and one more niece, and probably still no boyfriend. But its all good it will make it an even 2 bro in laws, 2 sistas in laws, 4 nephews, and 4 nieces, None of the other siblings can say it that way so Im cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-2457299845738156189?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2457299845738156189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=2457299845738156189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/2457299845738156189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/2457299845738156189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-photo-story.html' title='A little photo story...'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S7qp4DU85MI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4yMN7Wympgg/s72-c/Dads+Camera+067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-2679275216904520714</id><published>2010-03-01T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:21:38.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S4wgXtk_f7I/AAAAAAAAASg/zwCkm7MVCTI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443761641327919026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S4wgXtk_f7I/AAAAAAAAASg/zwCkm7MVCTI/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443761620559556482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S4wgWgNbb4I/AAAAAAAAASI/rmX4-TDecXI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Its been awhile again and I have started several posts but I never finish them and so Ive decided to just start anew! So I guess I will start with my valentine! It was of course my puppy. My family thinks Im crazy but for Halloween I bought myself the best present... a Baby Beagle!! Her name is Stargirl and I really do love her. She is super cute and really funny. She loves to cuddle and thinks she is a human that gets to eat and sleep with me. She is most of the time a good dog but thinks she is the boss of the house which sometimes gets her in to trouble. She controls our big dogs that are 3 times her size and plays with them like they are the same size. She has already gotten so much bigger and she is 6 months old or so but she is probably just about done growing which I think is the perfect size dog. She loves kids but is terrified of Ambers kids especially Austyn who never misses a chance to hold her. She is also very protective of Brody which is really cute. She will go up and kiss any person she meets and unlike other beagles rarely barks at any human unless they are teasing her. So I know it may seem pathetic but My puppy was my valentine this year and Im actually ok with that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443761632002250578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S4wgXK1lF1I/AAAAAAAAASY/QmayYzoGR-o/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sleeping like a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443714271347564050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S4v1SaplXhI/AAAAAAAAARw/myRFS5KADiA/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Our first day together. She slept for about the first 3 weeks straight..she was such a lazy chill puppy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443716864780844530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S4v3pX8QvfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tX4fkvI7NJM/s400/GetAttachment1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just lettin it all hang out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443760971081171058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S4wfwsttwHI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZTs1y7DQKbQ/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stargirl and her sisters! Shes in the middle...isnt it kinda weird I can tell which one she is. She is totally the cutest! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443761625810626050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S4wgWzxYZgI/AAAAAAAAASQ/TQQXXvUGzXQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how she usually ends up on my bed. She sleeps with her head up like a human and usually tries to hog the whole bed. And when I move her she usually makes a mean snort at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well thats my puppy love! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-2679275216904520714?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2679275216904520714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=2679275216904520714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/2679275216904520714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/2679275216904520714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2010/03/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/S4wgXtk_f7I/AAAAAAAAASg/zwCkm7MVCTI/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-1828343502605987515</id><published>2009-11-03T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:41:26.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and shes back!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuR2AIeeI/AAAAAAAAARA/zWt0APnoBoY/s1600-h/n627686524_2211995_4793301.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/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuR2AIeeI/AAAAAAAAARA/zWt0APnoBoY/s320/n627686524_2211995_4793301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007574794303970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Its been super forever but I guess I will try to play catch up.&lt;br /&gt;I live in Provo..(well actually Orem) nowadays and I am loving it. Its go go go all the time and I always have something to do. I am about 30 minutes from Amber, Josh and the kids and its been so much fun getting to play with all the monkeys so much more. I cant believe I ever made it only seeing them every couple of months because now I feel sad if I go a week without visiting...plus Amber gives me real food so that's always a plus plus! My best friend Des lives up here and her roommate Becky and I have also become good friends. Us three together get into all sorts of adventures and often times have the ridiculous pictures to show them. So for a little summer recap I will show some of our fun summer times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuRr6SoVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_X5eQ-jvckk/s1600-h/s627686524_2211994_2409309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuRr6SoVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_X5eQ-jvckk/s320/s627686524_2211994_2409309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007572085449042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     80s Dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuLogdcrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/roC5DfKiX1o/s1600-h/16758_166652056027_575576027_2886578_4105851_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuLogdcrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/roC5DfKiX1o/s320/16758_166652056027_575576027_2886578_4105851_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007468092584626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Random Halloween Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuK5tFEeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T1BhWcLTw-A/s1600-h/9029_161185372811_611947811_3582971_773973_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuK5tFEeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T1BhWcLTw-A/s320/9029_161185372811_611947811_3582971_773973_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007455529046498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  My Friend Emilys Baptism!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuKppZ79I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aW_7n6ZkTH0/s1600-h/6616_123636955866_567680866_3513397_579650_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuKppZ79I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aW_7n6ZkTH0/s320/6616_123636955866_567680866_3513397_579650_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007451218669522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               Hari Krishna Temple Trip(not even gonna pretend to know how to spell that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCt8fMZFII/AAAAAAAAAQI/dX3y4EahJXI/s1600-h/6616_123636560866_567680866_3513381_2205006_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCt8fMZFII/AAAAAAAAAQI/dX3y4EahJXI/s320/6616_123636560866_567680866_3513381_2205006_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007207894455426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCt7zb7hnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a9n7aoZdC0M/s1600-h/6616_123636545866_567680866_3513379_7383648_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCt7zb7hnI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a9n7aoZdC0M/s320/6616_123636545866_567680866_3513379_7383648_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007196148467314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Llama Face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCt7jaXFiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/KWMpkNGV4uI/s1600-h/6616_123636330866_567680866_3513372_3247890_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCt7jaXFiI/AAAAAAAAAP4/KWMpkNGV4uI/s320/6616_123636330866_567680866_3513372_3247890_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007191846917666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          Random Dance Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCt7MWJqzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Hn_Rmd8xUms/s1600-h/5851_121233366454_659216454_2695049_3894221_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCt7MWJqzI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Hn_Rmd8xUms/s320/5851_121233366454_659216454_2695049_3894221_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400007185655245618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Spur of the moment Zoo trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsnO9U54I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fhJKk32LdVM/s1600-h/5851_121233381454_659216454_2695051_8347849_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsnO9U54I/AAAAAAAAAPY/fhJKk32LdVM/s320/5851_121233381454_659216454_2695051_8347849_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005743247419266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsm-_ya6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OXj6tx-r478/s1600-h/5851_121233366454_659216454_2695049_3894221_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsm-_ya6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OXj6tx-r478/s320/5851_121233366454_659216454_2695049_3894221_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005738962774946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsmjjvLCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QBzu4WrEOZ0/s1600-h/5851_121233301454_659216454_2695038_7377112_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsmjjvLCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QBzu4WrEOZ0/s320/5851_121233301454_659216454_2695038_7377112_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005731597364258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsmZPoHlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/svxk5smixUY/s1600-h/5851_121232651454_659216454_2694933_6997623_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsmZPoHlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/svxk5smixUY/s320/5851_121232651454_659216454_2694933_6997623_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005728828661330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsGLgXdGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/1d-SpWLCGI4/s1600-h/5415_106430831524_627686524_2553713_2619569_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsGLgXdGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/1d-SpWLCGI4/s320/5415_106430831524_627686524_2553713_2619569_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005175384962146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Lovely Sunday Hike.....or not so lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsF1GkgPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/rSiBi5hnkMc/s1600-h/5415_106430791524_627686524_2553711_4775351_n.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/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsF1GkgPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/rSiBi5hnkMc/s320/5415_106430791524_627686524_2553711_4775351_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005169371185394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsFonhv7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/OtKxmAbFaeE/s1600-h/5415_103387146524_627686524_2498791_7878261_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsFonhv7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/OtKxmAbFaeE/s320/5415_103387146524_627686524_2498791_7878261_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005166019755954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Freedom week before the flour battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsFXggS9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/RP7s8h0wtjQ/s1600-h/5415_103382561524_627686524_2498613_1250630_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsFXggS9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/RP7s8h0wtjQ/s320/5415_103382561524_627686524_2498613_1250630_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005161426897874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Some Guys boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsFGP8AII/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZVPHDD0YOIY/s1600-h/5415_103382516524_627686524_2498610_4018251_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCsFGP8AII/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZVPHDD0YOIY/s320/5415_103382516524_627686524_2498610_4018251_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005156794007682" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;                                                               A parade...with llamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrwY0RXmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WMk4GsNRkQQ/s1600-h/5415_103376051524_627686524_2498492_3445127_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrwY0RXmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WMk4GsNRkQQ/s320/5415_103376051524_627686524_2498492_3445127_s.jpg" alt="" id="Bhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004801000988258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          The  night that never ended...getting candy supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrwFuyfqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3MQN4OqkCic/s1600-h/5415_103376001524_627686524_2498489_1640873_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrwFuyfqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3MQN4OqkCic/s320/5415_103376001524_627686524_2498489_1640873_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004795877719714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               chillin at a token mexican fast food place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrv96nH-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/OoLubRbhUA4/s1600-h/5415_103371601524_627686524_2498230_1749566_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrv96nH-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/OoLubRbhUA4/s320/5415_103371601524_627686524_2498230_1749566_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004793779822562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              dance party that started it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrvksNpwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XRVC8Kdxm00/s1600-h/5415_103366906524_627686524_2498147_606696_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrvksNpwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XRVC8Kdxm00/s320/5415_103366906524_627686524_2498147_606696_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004787008546562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    a little more freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrvWilRcI/AAAAAAAAANw/zA_lShjPfMM/s1600-h/5415_103366116524_627686524_2498143_6386211_n.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/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCrvWilRcI/AAAAAAAAANw/zA_lShjPfMM/s320/5415_103366116524_627686524_2498143_6386211_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400004783210055106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's all kind of random and I will try to be better about keeping up so I don't have to that anymore. but random was the path of the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-1828343502605987515?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1828343502605987515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=1828343502605987515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/1828343502605987515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/1828343502605987515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-shes-back.html' title='and shes back!!!!!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SvCuR2AIeeI/AAAAAAAAARA/zWt0APnoBoY/s72-c/n627686524_2211995_4793301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-6333006716144378235</id><published>2009-04-21T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:49:36.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me go ahhh...</title><content type='html'>So nothing new ever happens in my life so thanks to Shalee and her recorded shows...I get to keep up on a few of my favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;In case you, like me, dont have tv and you dont have a job where a sleeping baby makes it possible to indulge in these shows...here is all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my favorites!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really cared much for Dancing With The Stars, but grandma Day got me all hooked and now I love it...&lt;br /&gt;Here is my favorite Dancer Mark. I like Shawn(the star)also but it really comes down to me wanting to Rumba with Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 571px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" width="571"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oj1nMm1ZF1I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oj1nMm1ZF1I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my favorite Star.&lt;br /&gt;of course I am all about the man candy...Im just a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTBHO0G_FLw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=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/vTBHO0G_FLw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is American Idol...&lt;br /&gt;I love Matt and am so glad he got saved. He is not the best best. but he is precious.&lt;br /&gt;I could not find a video from him because I think they might be illegal...but I got some decent ones of the 2 frontrunners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is the one that deserves to win the most. Danny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhOI0P6k2EU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=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/QhOI0P6k2EU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Adam can kill it...but I still want Danny to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJWldnJfe9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=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/vJWldnJfe9k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your all thinking I am a super loser but just go to youtube and look at the time and effort people out there really put into making odes to these people and I will look alot less dorky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is my favorite movie right now...it makes me laugh everytime I watch it. I just love it and everybody should see it!!! This part is so funny especially McDreamys comments haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=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/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that will probably make everyones computers load really slow so I will leave it at that. I had some fun so what the heck. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-6333006716144378235?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6333006716144378235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=6333006716144378235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/6333006716144378235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/6333006716144378235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-make-me-go-ahhh.html' title='Things that make me go ahhh...'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-2793420710471371420</id><published>2009-03-23T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:03:14.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>Well here are the last of the pictures from Spring Break:( I am so sad that I am back in Laramie....there is snow...and cold! Frick I am so ready for summer right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                Me and GPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316422131479604850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5ws7d7nI/AAAAAAAAANo/mY4FxEtUXv0/s320/ashlee+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This was the second day where we actually did a hike up to some pools and waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5wNN5efI/AAAAAAAAANg/1enYmrcVnzY/s1600-h/ashlee+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316422122966972914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5wNN5efI/AAAAAAAAANg/1enYmrcVnzY/s320/ashlee+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma thinks I am such a poser...I kinda am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5vsOnadI/AAAAAAAAANY/Ots-xoqkgQA/s1600-h/ashlee+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316422114111613394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5vsOnadI/AAAAAAAAANY/Ots-xoqkgQA/s320/ashlee+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5vMVvu6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/hs_qPh_FPpI/s1600-h/ashlee+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316422105551584162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5vMVvu6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/hs_qPh_FPpI/s320/ashlee+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week also ended up with alot of pictures of my butt...not sure how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5ue-JvzI/AAAAAAAAANI/zL6ogrnUAkg/s1600-h/ashlee+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316422093373030194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5ue-JvzI/AAAAAAAAANI/zL6ogrnUAkg/s320/ashlee+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was up to any challenge...she must be a spider monkey too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4tqNkpSI/AAAAAAAAANA/sgZhmZUdTBA/s1600-h/ashlee+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316420979699000610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4tqNkpSI/AAAAAAAAANA/sgZhmZUdTBA/s320/ashlee+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4tGlDN_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/wtyqDViDd3M/s1600-h/ashlee+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316420970133796850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4tGlDN_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/wtyqDViDd3M/s320/ashlee+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This log kinda grossed me out for some reason....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4s1Ep1qI/AAAAAAAAAMw/b-_hPamwASQ/s1600-h/ashlee+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316420965434513058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4s1Ep1qI/AAAAAAAAAMw/b-_hPamwASQ/s320/ashlee+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4sf3OqKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4ff1h3h8MiM/s1600-h/ashlee+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316420959741061282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4sf3OqKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4ff1h3h8MiM/s320/ashlee+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma still got me in there for a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4r0dylWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XLgBw7ktzh4/s1600-h/ashlee+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316420948091639138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce4r0dylWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XLgBw7ktzh4/s320/ashlee+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; notice how days of sun exposure had no effect on my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture that everyone is supposed to get at their house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce3Wpo1qkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rmonCe5jvdc/s1600-h/ashlee+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316419484896307778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce3Wpo1qkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rmonCe5jvdc/s320/ashlee+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were after church...Donna arrived and so did the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316419470152917250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce3VytvYQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JBreuUNLXqw/s320/ashlee+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again with the posing...of course..they were egging me on so its not all my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316419471807738850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce3V44R8-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Alvq_UlWyR4/s320/ashlee+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is one of me and Donna...dont judge our foreheads...it was windy haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316419457766916674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce3VEksAkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/KLwCQyLQrwE/s320/ashlee+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Grandpa had the camera from taking pictures of us on the climb...but I was able to get one of him on my camera...we really were quite impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316419454545199186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce3U4kkgFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5IPPNGFKllo/s320/grandpa+climbing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; So there you have it! My trip. It was so good to get to see Donna and Alex and Alyssa too! That was something I hadnt planned on but its been way to long. We also played a bunch of Hand and Foot...and grandma was real cocky...but I taught her how I do it haha. So thanks Everyone for an awesome spring break...I really had a blast! Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-2793420710471371420?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2793420710471371420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=2793420710471371420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/2793420710471371420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/2793420710471371420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-spring-break.html' title='More Spring Break!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/Sce5ws7d7nI/AAAAAAAAANo/mY4FxEtUXv0/s72-c/ashlee+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-7138846426573119064</id><published>2009-03-20T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:10:01.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDMA and GRANDPA DAY!</title><content type='html'>So here are pictures from the first few days at Grandma and Grandpa Days! I am gonna split them so its not such an overload of pictures. St George was awesome and I think that I should move there now! Me and Grandma spent alot of time going around seeing all the place has to offer. It seems like they both love where they are. Grandpa and his buddies keep themselves busy in the garage with their toys and Grandma works at the temple and keeps herself busy with friends and church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day we went to the temple. We did all the visitor center stuff  and watched some short movies. Then we tried some pictures. The sun made it so grandma couldnt see what she was taking the picture of haha so I lined it up but it was above her head cuz she is so much shorter than me and then she moved ha but we still got most of the temple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQnN-3GkkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VdKHAq8ftZw/s1600-h/Ashlee+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315416581369926210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQnN-3GkkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VdKHAq8ftZw/s320/Ashlee+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that week we went up to the red cliffs that overlook the city and had some climbing fun and took a bunch of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315413343700988210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQkRhmrMTI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oGM0waeTTQQ/s320/ashlee+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a spider monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlsnV2qDI/AAAAAAAAALI/aRLp4TK29x8/s1600-h/ashlee+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414908609144882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlsnV2qDI/AAAAAAAAALI/aRLp4TK29x8/s320/ashlee+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americas Next Top Model and/or mountain lion haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlsQ56RfI/AAAAAAAAALA/PC6Ek2RE_8c/s1600-h/ashlee+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414902586361330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlsQ56RfI/AAAAAAAAALA/PC6Ek2RE_8c/s320/ashlee+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma kept taking pictures and this pose was actually hurting my sore butt pretty bad, plus it was hot...lucking I didnt just fall over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlr4mwXHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2aDZP67m818/s1600-h/ashlee+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414896063569010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlr4mwXHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2aDZP67m818/s320/ashlee+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek a Boo. I kinda acted like a child and climbed onto or into anywhere I could fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlrMIwPDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xMtYprorjPE/s1600-h/ashlee+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414884126571570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlrMIwPDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xMtYprorjPE/s320/ashlee+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made grandma laugh. This place was pretty cool and I think I have pictures from when I was probably 2 or 3 in my scrapbook that was of all these same places...ill have to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlqSkeGrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/43vmB5ivgl0/s1600-h/ashlee+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414868673567410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQlqSkeGrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/43vmB5ivgl0/s320/ashlee+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get one of those pictures where it looks like your holding something. So I got grandma all lined up to hold the temple...she moved at the very last second. So now it just looks like she is smooshing the temple or being vanna white showing the city haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk8I15EDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/okjYBeLSyuU/s1600-h/ashlee+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414075788300338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk8I15EDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/okjYBeLSyuU/s320/ashlee+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That was a big drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk7huOL0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JrlrsLrdZcQ/s1600-h/ashlee+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414065287147330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk7huOL0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JrlrsLrdZcQ/s320/ashlee+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this picture of us. It was about 83 degrees that day, the hottest day and we decided to hike on big rocks...plus grandma made me eat a whole mexican cow from cafe rio right before. I was sweaty and afraid my freakishly white skin that has not seen the sun was going to scorch but I actually just barely got a little tan...of course I got back to wyoming and the snow and i am back to my white self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk7IKrJeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sbk7hIb4-ok/s1600-h/ashlee+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414058427164130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk7IKrJeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/sbk7hIb4-ok/s320/ashlee+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an illustration of the absurd whiteness! Its kinda freaky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk6rJDmQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oXmd3i2Yaak/s1600-h/ashlee+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414050635749634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk6rJDmQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oXmd3i2Yaak/s320/ashlee+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go grandma go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk5xCH3JI/AAAAAAAAAKA/w69nuf4Ie7s/s1600-h/ashlee+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315414035037412498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQk5xCH3JI/AAAAAAAAAKA/w69nuf4Ie7s/s320/ashlee+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;grandma the model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQkRJeuOgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hR_1a_5Kde8/s1600-h/ashlee+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315413337225181698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQkRJeuOgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hR_1a_5Kde8/s320/ashlee+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda a cheeser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQkQn3JOvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fEmoUdYg4F8/s1600-h/ashlee+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315413328200809202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQkQn3JOvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/fEmoUdYg4F8/s320/ashlee+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and super strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQkQdKydmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9hhQn31U_tY/s1600-h/ashlee+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315413325330413154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQkQdKydmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9hhQn31U_tY/s320/ashlee+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end here are some pictures of the sweet munchkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone always wants to know if she is gaining any weight...she still is very dainty but her little tummy is getting chubbier...haha she does not look thrilled at me, she did not like getting her clothes put on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315416605040751490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQnPXCqs4I/AAAAAAAAALw/Oc1ETR40xZ8/s320/Mersadie+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is her saying hello...cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315416597111163282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQnO5gGyZI/AAAAAAAAALo/3ME5nQpiPjU/s320/Mersadie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She has a ton of hair especially on top so I liked spiking it up when no one was looking...Nate told her to never let her aunt Ashlee do her hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315416596812806802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQnO4Y-OpI/AAAAAAAAALg/Ie7meKRIqtk/s320/Mersadie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the morning before I left...look at those eyes! She is so stinkin cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315416593004075810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQnOqM5myI/AAAAAAAAALY/aHq-_KQPlS0/s320/Mersadie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Those are the only pictures I was able to get really. She couldnt hold still long enough for my slow slow cameras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-7138846426573119064?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7138846426573119064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=7138846426573119064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/7138846426573119064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/7138846426573119064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma-and-grandpa-day.html' title='GRANDMA and GRANDPA DAY!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/ScQnN-3GkkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VdKHAq8ftZw/s72-c/Ashlee+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-7878368945374766834</id><published>2009-03-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:00:50.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>So I am on the first leg of my little spring break roadie!&lt;br /&gt;I got to Nate and Brookes house about 10 last night. It was so good to see them!&lt;br /&gt;Mersadie is the cutest little thing ever! I know I am so unfairly partial to my neices and nephew but when they got such good genes how could I not be. But for serious serious she is so so pretty and such a character. She even says words now! So far I have heard Hi, Bye, Thank you and Peek a Boo...which sounded pretty much the same and mark my words that girl will be saying Ashlee or something like unto it before I leave this house. Nate and Brooke both had work so I get to stay with Mersadie and play...I fed her and got Oatmeal everywhere and then I got to pick out her clothes...which I love. Then she let me rock her to sleep which is where she is now. Its really nice here and I have had such a summer bug lately that I am just super happy for warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next off is Grandma and Grandpa Days house in St. George. I am way counting on the sun there so I better not be dissapointed! I have not seen their place down there and I dont get to see them very often so I am very very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all...hopefully munchkin will be awake soon so I can play haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-7878368945374766834?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7878368945374766834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=7878368945374766834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/7878368945374766834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/7878368945374766834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-6018421164075856955</id><published>2009-02-27T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:40:42.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over this year...my hair</title><content type='html'>So I was sitting here wondering what I could blog about while the baby Im watching is sleeping. Then I decided to make a yearbook of my hair. For the first 20 years of my life I had blond hair, usually long...with a few random cuts and perms that were awful in retrospect. Then came this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the beginning...this was what I looked like a year ago. I was showing this guy some pictures on my phone, he came to this one and really believed that this was not me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307585978148433346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahVU4phrcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xZ5IzN8xmWc/s320/ash.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Here was my first cut...I was scared out of my mind, you never know how you are gonna pull off short hair..I was afraid I would look like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307585999196571346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahVWHDyxtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zkEj9ta6HWc/s320/ash3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I put in these random "regrowth" pictures to show what my hair looked like the few days before I went back in for the next cuts. This is Lagoon..it was hot.i was sweaty. my hair was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307586005584204322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahVWe2uUiI/AAAAAAAAAII/1Ai4Cj6JjMM/s320/DIGI0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was the first time I really let Des have a go at my hair...I loved my bangs the most after this cut, she did exactly what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307586015738661346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahVXErvCeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/D_ZuvaYqjco/s320/DIGI0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture is so so sick, haha. It had been awhile since I had seen Des...enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307586021387073842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahVXZua-TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sNf6-olBQ9U/s320/DIGI0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was the same day...I wore the hat thinking it was hiding the nastiness...not so much. Oh and I really dont know what Des is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307588169370770546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahXUblpHHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aeq4U_P0hz0/s320/DIGI0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was the first time I put real color in my hair...it wasnt much but I was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307588162050252610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahXUAUS30I/AAAAAAAAAI4/JKR0nZTsS_o/s320/DIGI0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a close up of what my bangs looked like, they were all jagged and multicolored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307588159661217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahXT3atFpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ab__Ue5VuaE/s320/DIGI0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Once again with the regrowth...I tend to wear it curly more...then it just looks purely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307589854009185314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahY2fWvVCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/j-SKWYJ8GDg/s320/DIGI0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Totally red! I finally got down to Provo and decided to just go all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307588151327525410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahXTYXzCiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tubaW4O5kfo/s320/ash2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This was a few days ago haha. It is such an odd color right now but I actually love it. It has grown out funny and its weird that most people have dark regrowth and I have white roots. Its like peachy red with blonde highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307588152236692562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahXTbwj1FI/AAAAAAAAAIg/L3-3qcyNy9c/s320/DIGI0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it...the result of having my best friend in hair school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-6018421164075856955?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/6018421164075856955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=6018421164075856955' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/6018421164075856955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/6018421164075856955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-this-yearmy-hair.html' title='over this year...my hair'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SahVU4phrcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xZ5IzN8xmWc/s72-c/ash.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-1733732650551966932</id><published>2009-02-12T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:11:03.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things because Im bored...</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Post rules on the blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer the six 8 things questions&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 people and leave them a comment so they know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite TV shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;2. The Office&lt;br /&gt;3. Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Jon and Kate plus eight (I love all the craziness)&lt;br /&gt;6. Dexter&lt;br /&gt;7. What I Like About You (Amanda Bynes is pretty much my hero)&lt;br /&gt;8. Reba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I did yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in...this is a habit...Im working on it&lt;br /&gt;2. Babysat Josie&lt;br /&gt;3. Donated plasma...and made 20 big ones&lt;br /&gt;4. Ate some chicken noodle soup&lt;br /&gt;5. Picked Katelyn up from the dorms&lt;br /&gt;6. Took Kate to Wal Mart to get some drugs&lt;br /&gt;7. Watched some Greys and nursed Kate back to health (apparently it didnt work)&lt;br /&gt;8. Watched The Count of Monte Cristo with a buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I'm looking forward&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going Home!&lt;br /&gt;2. My Provo anti-v-day&lt;br /&gt;3. No SNOW!(this is what my cousin said...but I hate snow so I stole it)&lt;br /&gt;4. Mals wedding!&lt;br /&gt;5. Not being in Laramie...even though I am rather enjoying myself right now&lt;br /&gt;6. Dinner...I dont look to far ahead these days haha&lt;br /&gt;7. going for a nice run...im feeling frumpy so this will be nice&lt;br /&gt;8. seeing everyone this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;2. Don Pedros&lt;br /&gt;3. Grandmas house&lt;br /&gt;4. Applebees&lt;br /&gt;5. Sanfords&lt;br /&gt;6. China King Buffet (shocker I know but I love the mongolian grill)&lt;br /&gt;7. Taco Time&lt;br /&gt;8. Arctic Circle&lt;br /&gt;( that was hard I only like a few real restaurants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things I wish for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone to be happy! ( Im like a bubble of love these days)&lt;br /&gt;2. A man...&lt;br /&gt;3. children of my own...after the man...way down the road...&lt;br /&gt;4. some money would be nice&lt;br /&gt;5. to never have to work haha&lt;br /&gt;6. for my car to be paid off&lt;br /&gt;7. to get to travel&lt;br /&gt;8. a puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag:No one in particular...whomever wants to play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-1733732650551966932?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1733732650551966932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=1733732650551966932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/1733732650551966932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/1733732650551966932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2009/02/8-things-because-im-bored.html' title='8 things because Im bored...'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-7229390405771972049</id><published>2009-02-04T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:40:20.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom.</title><content type='html'>Its been five years.&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom would be 48 years old.&lt;br /&gt;There has been six birthdays and Christmases.&lt;br /&gt;There has been three grandchildren born.&lt;br /&gt;There has been three marriages.&lt;br /&gt;There is step-family and dogs...and cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me there was three schools, two teams and one dropout. My first kiss. My first school dance. My first apartment. and several first days of work. There was my first love...followed by my first broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wee hours of the morning it hit me. There are just times when it does. Ive learned its just better to let it.&lt;br /&gt;I realized this morning that I miss her just as much today...actually more.&lt;br /&gt;I cried the same way I cried that first day, the same helpless way I cried many days after.&lt;br /&gt;The pain in my stomach, the not being able to breath, was not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad, a little angry and pretty full of self pity.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same pain that I felt five and a half years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but then something amazing happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same love. the same peace. the same comfort that I felt five and a half years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Christ knows my pain. and we are never alone. I felt the same reassurance that I did in the car to go see her...that families can be together forever. Thats the promise. Thats what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im just sad to think that there are people out there&lt;br /&gt;(perhaps a twenty year old girl who lost her mom five plus years ago)&lt;br /&gt;that do not realize, or understand, that simple yet perfect truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-7229390405771972049?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/7229390405771972049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=7229390405771972049' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/7229390405771972049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/7229390405771972049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom.'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-332867494021355157</id><published>2009-01-23T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:59:02.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I admit it...I have neglected my blog.</title><content type='html'>So its been awhile. I realized one day that I still had Christmas songs on my blog...and some people find that annoying I guess. Then I realized it had been over two months since I had written anything, which makes me look realy boring...which I am, but lets pretend I have something interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a little catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was great and everyone came home...which is of course the best part.&lt;br /&gt;The food was great and it was so nice taking a break from Laramie and school and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas break was exactly what I needed. I was so ready to just be at home and have the comfort and the food that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not however particularly enjoy the freezing cold airbed in my freezing cold room. My dad convinced himself that our home did not need heating and we would rely only on the wood stove this winter. good for him...bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some serious cash money. I was able to work at Halliburton for three weeks. I am now stocked up on money and creeper stories that will last till summer. I worked in the chem barn this time so it was kinda cool to see how a different part of it all works, this however is attached to the mechanic shop and pump shop...where my "problems" seem to work. I did get some free food and ice cream..so a girl cant complain too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a new phone. My old one was destroyed, so my dad hooked me up for christmas. I got lots of great presents and some much needed money. Instead of saving my money for bills like a good little poor college student, I bought the best pair of shoes...ever. Boots to be exact. They were on sale so I am justified. I love them and maybe I just needed a pair of boots to make me happy...so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of the break I actually took a little time to have a break and quit work a week early. I did some traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I went to Alicias NEW HOUSE! It is so adorable...to bad she is lame and doesnt want to share pictures of it with everyone in a blog of her own :( There is a room just for me and my only complaint is I dont know how all my clothes and shoes are gonna fit in my closet. It looks amazing and is so fresh and clean...until Amber visited it, her kids got right to business. We mostly just hung out, we watched Bens team lose badly...which was disappointing haha. I also watched their Jr Jazz team practice...which was hilarious. They have got quite the plethora of talent, just not any in the basketball area. I had a great time, even if it was in Evanston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I went down to Ambers. I started the first day off with a chemical peel at Ambers spa place, and wow that was intense. Then I got to drive Austyn home and listen to her stories. She kills me and her mom had told her she was gonna get chicken nuggets so she kept telling me we needed to go to miss wendys. While we waited for Amber in the car while she was getting her eyebrows done, Jed laughed as hard as I have seen at me and I almost died laughing at his throaty laugh. Then me and Austyn went to meet McCaden when she got home from school. McCaden recognized my car and thought it was so funny that she knew that I was inside. I fed tham oreos and old cinnamon rolls for a snack and Austyn had a black face. I finally got to see their finished basement. I think its great that both my sisters have rooms just for me...cuz they are just for me. The basement is amazing and thats where we spent most of the time. I played lots of Dr Mario and beat Josh at Dokapon Kingdom even when he cheated. Its so fun to spend time with my sisters and those kids can sure make my day...oh and Josh and Ben are alright too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and my favorite thing was Austyns favorite thing to say to me....when I tried to get the girls to pick up the "holly pottits", or when I was trying to get them to settle down to sleep one night..she would say "my dad says I dont have to do what you say", and "my dad says you cant be mean to me". She is a pretty clever one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I went to good ole Provo to visit Destry. Which brings me of course to me letting her chop off more hair and turn it RED! I love it...alot! Its so fun after being blond for 21 years to do something crazy that I have always wanted to try. We hung out with some Provo boys and she again tried everything in her power to get me to move there. She uses boys and Olive Garden and it almost works. I also got to do a little shopping and one night we played pranks on poor unsuspecting boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am back in Laramie. I know depressing. I am not doing school this semester which is kind of...nay...&lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;awesome. I am planning on working because I am thinking seriously about serving a mission. Its something I have been thinking about and it really feels like the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;So I have not found a "real job" like my dad says but I am currently babysitting four days a week for two little girls. Two days is a 4 month old named Tatum and and two days is a 5 month old named Josie. They are adorable and I feel like I am ripping off the parents to get paid to play with babies. They are angels and very easy. Its the perfect job for me but I know I will have to find something less fun for the rest of the hours of the day. Today Josie laughed at me making funny faces and I was like is this seriously my job? I have also started spinning and am planning on getting serious about fitness now that I will be the maid of honor in a tiny tiny dress this summer for one of my best friends. Nothing like a little dress to scare you into getting in shape. I no longer have a roommate because she moved back home now that she is changing her school plans. Its really wierd living alone but not entirely bad. Its kind of making me feel really grown up and I never have to close the door when I pee...I know amazing right. Other than that I just hang out, I went to this amazing thrift/antiquqe store that I have always wanted to go to and realized ITS AMAZING! I found such cool things but since I dont have a big home to decorate I only bought a bunch of sweet records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is laid back and pretty great right now and now that I have written a novel I guess I will get back to chillaxin. much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-332867494021355157?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/332867494021355157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=332867494021355157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/332867494021355157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/332867494021355157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-admit-iti-have-neglected-my-blog.html' title='I admit it...I have neglected my blog.'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-4280875994414322028</id><published>2008-11-10T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:49:43.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone 12</title><content type='html'>So I am home alone because my roommate abandoned me to become a groupie! Sad I know. So I already showered and danced around in my underpants...I have cleaned everything even my room which needed it very much. and I think I finally got rid of the tuna fish smell. I went shopping for eggs and milk and I went bowling for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;. I have also listened to the first song on my blog like ten times...I am a little addicted. I even read a little of The Host which is the latest book I have decided to read..and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry I have not touched my homework...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just how I roll. So now I have decided to write a blog despite the fact that I have nothing to write about..its all part of the procrastination plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up feeling sick.&lt;br /&gt;It could have something to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Linds&lt;/span&gt; not letting me sleep all weekend but I have never been sick so much as I have been since I came to Laramie. Another reason I should move. Believe me I take any excuse I can. The cops here hate me and I never have a place to park. Its cold. There are no boys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; there are boys but apparently I have a sticker on my face that says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wyotecher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nasties&lt;/span&gt;...please hit on me...I love it" Not all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wyotechers&lt;/span&gt; are bad but surely I find the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird fact: People named Rob love making it in my life. There have been several guys named Rob that I have met since this summer. I never knew any Robs before then. So there is Rob..older kid that made me cry...he loved my best friend and ruined a trip for me. Then there was the much loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Robifus&lt;/span&gt;, and by much loved I for sure mean...jerk that looked like celery. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why I said celery, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna leave it. Then most recently there was Robbie. Robbie is scary, but I gave him a chance and he was for sure a nasty. Now I hope I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; meet any more Robs because I am running out of variations of the name. I also decided with Lindsey to keep the men in my life straight I would call them. B1 B2 and B3. These are not Robs although Robbie did make it to B2. But all the B's are boys that keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me despite hints. I guess hints are not enough but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like confrontation and when I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Robifus&lt;/span&gt; I was not interested he gave my number out to many and called me really mean names..so now I just try to pretend that I fell of the face of the earth. I have not quite perfected this yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may be thinking...WOW...Ashlee is kind of a little brat. Maybe so...or maybe now I just know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want&lt;br /&gt;1. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to "chill"&lt;br /&gt;-B2 asks me this all the time...if you cant ask me ahead of time or ever take me on a real date...your not worth it. Once your familiar with a guy or you have mutual friends that all want to chill, then its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. But in B2 language chill means...I want to smooch...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not down little buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want you to pretend that you like the same things as me.&lt;br /&gt;-This was B3. Its cool if a guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; like everything I do but if you say your a big fan of The Office and then when I agree to watch it with you and you don't even know the names of the characters, and ask a billion questions...well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just stupid...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; actually my only complaints &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; I am actually very happy with the single life. But some real dates...like where I get fed would be awesome right now. So pretty much I am just hungry I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hunger. I cannot wait until Thanksgiving! Good food is part of it but I really just need to go home and see my family. Also I need to do laundry and I have convinced myself that I can make it without doing anymore loads here. I have done two loads in the past month probably. It was my workout clothes and my favorite pants and sweaters. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; worry its not as gross as it sounds...I just have enough clothes that I can do that..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... so really its a good thing because those clothes that never get worn are getting a chance..I also wear my workout clothes and sweats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also speaking of hunger...I am gonna recommend a book. Its called Hunger Games by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Suzzane&lt;/span&gt; Collins. It was really good and its really an easy quick read. and it has a sequel to follow...which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I will stop with the randomness and do my work. Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-4280875994414322028?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4280875994414322028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=4280875994414322028' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4280875994414322028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4280875994414322028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-alone-12.html' title='Home Alone 12'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-4369000782318371383</id><published>2008-11-06T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:43:44.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us lay in the sun...And count every beautiful thing we can see</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;~I fell of a curb the other day.&lt;br /&gt;*I love singing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;~I am so so beyond homesick.&lt;br /&gt;*I love Jon and Kate Plus Eight.&lt;br /&gt;~Wyo-Techers worry me.&lt;br /&gt;*I have this new found love for showers.(I know your all shocked)&lt;br /&gt;~I would love to be brave enough to backpack across Europe.&lt;br /&gt;*I dont miss &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;anymore but I am lonely.&lt;br /&gt;~This week...I love Fun Dip.&lt;br /&gt;*I can't wait to be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;~I love music again.&lt;br /&gt;*Spiders make me want to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;~Hickys are so trashy.&lt;br /&gt;*I need a vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;~I can't wait till this semester of classes is over.&lt;br /&gt;*I want a Beagle.&lt;br /&gt;~I feel that me being lonely is just the thing for me right now. (when it comes to boys)&lt;br /&gt;*I think I could live off of goldfish. (crackers)&lt;br /&gt;~My favorite number is Five.&lt;br /&gt;*I am in an institute class that I love love love.&lt;br /&gt;~Some of my friends political views make me very sad.&lt;br /&gt;*I hate the snow.&lt;br /&gt;~I could handle only seeing snow on Christmas or in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;*Snow is not for clumsy people.&lt;br /&gt;~Sometimes people really surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;*Not always for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;~I love Relief Society.&lt;br /&gt;*Sometimes I say other things but really..my favorite movie is Never Been Kissed.&lt;br /&gt;~Im oddly embarrassed by that.&lt;br /&gt;*I was sweet sixteen and never been kissed.&lt;br /&gt;~I want to work for a school because I have decided I need summers off.&lt;br /&gt;*I love The Carpenters because they remind me of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;~I love Air Supply because they remind me of my dad. (dont ask me why)&lt;br /&gt;*Sometimes I like to imagine what the soundtrack to my life would sound like at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;~When I have trouble sleeping and decide to count sheep, I always see scurrying lizards.&lt;br /&gt;*I have never told anyone that because its so oddly weird.&lt;br /&gt;~I think Mean Girls is a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;*I love shoes, a little to much.&lt;br /&gt;~I love purses, alot to much.&lt;br /&gt;*I need to find a tall guy because I look good in high heels.&lt;br /&gt;~I named my car Creature.&lt;br /&gt;*I can't wait for Twilight to come out.&lt;br /&gt;~Some days I just want a sugar daddy.(candy and/or man)&lt;br /&gt;*I love stretching in the morning...but it seems I only get to enjoy it on lazy days.&lt;br /&gt;~Chocolate milk can instantly make my day a little better.&lt;br /&gt;*I honestly think that my brothers and sister in law are the luckiest people.&lt;br /&gt;~Thats my true feelings of my siblings, though I don't always tell them.&lt;br /&gt;*I dont think I have ever worried or cared about another person more than my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so I was thinking about how great life is...the good the bad and the weird. Its just one of those weird nights where I cant sleep. So I just started typing what ever came to mind. It was kinda fun to see what I thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And to end this I must say...Alicia I am cutting you off if you dont get your own blog!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-4369000782318371383?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4369000782318371383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=4369000782318371383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4369000782318371383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4369000782318371383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-us-lay-in-sunand-count-every.html' title='Let us lay in the sun...And count every beautiful thing we can see'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-3509617004711041121</id><published>2008-11-03T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:39:19.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY SCARY</title><content type='html'>So I all the sudden on Friday got really excited for Halloween...so we went to the thrift store and made some B.A. outfits. Honestly if I could dress like this everyday and not have to explain myself..I totally would! I love random clothes...big hair...and fun makeup...there was not really much to do since we dont drink and generally are not sluts...but we still had an alright time..and besides getting ready is half the fun! So here are the only pictures we actually got from the night...mostly from the institute dance. I also love Halloween because everyone with little kids puts pictures up of the cutest costumes ever...my favorite picture so far is probably of Austyn my second neice being a cute little cat...the leotard...so cute Amber! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_aAjwHDKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Hv9MkzgxAQo/s1600-h/halloween+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666192551283874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_aAjwHDKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Hv9MkzgxAQo/s320/halloween+100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 80's Rock Band...She's the Business...Im the Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Z_1e8dfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zyVPcFvax2I/s1600-h/halloween+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666180131255794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Z_1e8dfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zyVPcFvax2I/s320/halloween+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linds gettin down with her bad self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Z_SYflgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hcJj7D9g6hY/s1600-h/halloween+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666170708956674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Z_SYflgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/hcJj7D9g6hY/s320/halloween+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I make this pose alot and I dont really kow why...its sick really...but I am tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Z-6mUTRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UFl2XKR32RE/s1600-h/halloween+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666164324486418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Z-6mUTRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UFl2XKR32RE/s320/halloween+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just sick...gotta love dancin and takin pictures of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Z-ae7IJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6Mu3Q-rzPfU/s1600-h/halloween+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666155703541906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Z-ae7IJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6Mu3Q-rzPfU/s320/halloween+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thug for life...like I said I am tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Yy7XdccI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kBDRFNe4EVQ/s1600-h/halloween+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664858860548546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Yy7XdccI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kBDRFNe4EVQ/s320/halloween+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure this is my favorite picture of the night...classic linds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Yytyl5AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dIHDPW487RM/s1600-h/halloween+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664855216251906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Yytyl5AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dIHDPW487RM/s320/halloween+093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katelyn had us do her hair and makeup...and then ditched us for her boy...classic Katelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_YyKE0iiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GR5NpcuUKXM/s1600-h/halloween+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664845629032994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_YyKE0iiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GR5NpcuUKXM/s320/halloween+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey has the straightest hair ever...she did not believe that I could make it 80's..I showed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Yxb-dRBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PGjj4gzqWFI/s1600-h/halloween+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664833254310930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_Yxb-dRBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PGjj4gzqWFI/s320/halloween+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make faces....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_YxGveVVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AEU4UFETPj0/s1600-h/halloween+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664827554321746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_YxGveVVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AEU4UFETPj0/s320/halloween+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it...I know we are not as cute as all the babies...but we sure do try to give them a run for their money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-3509617004711041121?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/3509617004711041121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=3509617004711041121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/3509617004711041121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/3509617004711041121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/11/im.html' title='VERY SCARY'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQ_aAjwHDKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Hv9MkzgxAQo/s72-c/halloween+100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-4190998518214401002</id><published>2008-10-26T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:45:54.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this is the first time I have put pictures in a post and to make a long story short...I am getting so angry....so this is all. This is what happens on a bored saturday in Laramie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were so scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVFw-w8V_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qEa7al6OJlM/s1600-h/crazy+night+out+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261688447436609522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVFw-w8V_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qEa7al6OJlM/s320/crazy+night+out+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVFxVuj-6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/5U5viLlrPII/s1600-h/crazy+night+out+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261688453600639906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVFxVuj-6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/5U5viLlrPII/s320/crazy+night+out+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katelyn bein her nasty self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVELaEFlwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hwzcZtcXtw0/s1600-h/crazy+night+out+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261686702418007810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVELaEFlwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hwzcZtcXtw0/s320/crazy+night+out+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVELBwN4FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1-9gj-jQZio/s1600-h/crazy+night+out+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261686695892213842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVELBwN4FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1-9gj-jQZio/s320/crazy+night+out+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVBnQC_lII/AAAAAAAAAEY/GBYJibQAo_M/s1600-h/crazy+night+out+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261683882230518914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVBnQC_lII/AAAAAAAAAEY/GBYJibQAo_M/s320/crazy+night+out+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she robbed the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVAO7kzgfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Tk2qOn6o9kM/s1600-h/crazy+night+out+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261682364906701298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVAO7kzgfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Tk2qOn6o9kM/s320/crazy+night+out+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVAOICgs0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/LCSpxBNEdHA/s1600-h/crazy+night+out+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261682351072654146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVAOICgs0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/LCSpxBNEdHA/s320/crazy+night+out+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our flower pictures....we are so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQU9IQXDRFI/AAAAAAAAADY/-ClpzCh6PCQ/s1600-h/crazy+night+out+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261678951692190802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQU9IQXDRFI/AAAAAAAAADY/-ClpzCh6PCQ/s320/crazy+night+out+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the start of the epic night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQU9IFR3wPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dMkGexGo2kA/s1600-h/crazy+night+out+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261678948717674738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQU9IFR3wPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dMkGexGo2kA/s320/crazy+night+out+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is the end.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261684828475989858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVCeVFfn2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/pIAYamUS5iI/s320/crazy+night+out+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-4190998518214401002?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4190998518214401002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=4190998518214401002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4190998518214401002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4190998518214401002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SQVFw-w8V_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qEa7al6OJlM/s72-c/crazy+night+out+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-8409944808144750961</id><published>2008-10-02T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:47:11.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why HELLO there!</title><content type='html'>HI HI HI. ok so its been a long time since I posted so I figured I should give my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;millions&lt;/span&gt; of readers a little treat! (and by million I mean like five)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO today, just for fun, I will start out with my favorite lines...they are from songs I am loving right now...and they make me quite happy! I am kind of a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dork&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...but hey you all probably already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is my favorite line from a song maybe ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its Katy Perry..Ur So Gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"your so sad...maybe you should buy a happy meal&lt;br /&gt;your so skinny...you should really supersize the deal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...doesnt matter how many times I hear it, it makes me laugh every time. and its not just cuz the whole song is kinda bashing a guy...it really is such a funny line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on a more loving note...there is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"and I can't believe...that I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;and I get to kiss you...baby just because I can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is from my future husbands (Michael Buble) bestest song...Everything...if you have not heard it, get on it. Its so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I will do for now, but I could quote word for word like four Katy Perry songs that I love right now and I trippin love my Michael cd's and my new Jason Mraz one. Oh and awesome news..I found all the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt; albums on record...I could not afford them all but I did buy my favorite, In Between Dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on to other news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is super lame right now...I really hate writing papers and my one teacher is killing me with papers. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am having a good attitude and making myself happy even though I dont like it right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also super free for dates...so if anyone has some suggestions...I think the way for me is blind dating because I am really really bad at meeting guys...7th grade awkwardness has seemed to come back to me, and I get really nervous, so actually maybe I should go with arranged marriage. That would probably be even better for me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So anyone know of any mail order groom companies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is not much else to talk about. I hang out at my apartment with Lindsey. Eat, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sometimes sleep&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes work out, rarely do homework, and read...but only books that are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; for English. We do keep a clean apartment and every once in a while we cook...and by that I mean like tacos and I cut up grapefruit...thats about as much effort as I put into it. We also watch our shows like there is no tomorrow. We love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ellen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Greys Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;(trippin get it together Mer and Der), &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;(yay Pam and Jim),&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Private Practice&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The Hills&lt;/span&gt;(ugh Spencer is creepy)...well I hate it but I still must watch it, and we recently had a mega &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Degrassi&lt;/span&gt; marathon. It fills our lives...haha and I just realized I need to get a real job and put my time to use...cuz I have a pretend job where I donate plasma and uh save lives or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is pretty much it. I miss my family and I really want to see the little ones soon! I miss Halliburtons wonderful money! I am &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;single and ready to mingle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha and I have no idea whats truly going on in the election...but LIFE IS GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-8409944808144750961?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/8409944808144750961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=8409944808144750961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/8409944808144750961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/8409944808144750961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-hello-there.html' title='why HELLO there!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-2722298715760498205</id><published>2008-08-10T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:39:41.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I know its a little late(I was gonna do this on the 7th which is the 5th anniversary of my moms death) ...but in memory of my mom I am gonna write something that I wrote in my journal like a month ago while I was at work and had nothing to do all day. I wrote something about each member of my family but I am only gonna share what I wrote about my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom is the greatest example of a great mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She was not perfect and not always patient or completely sane but she worked at it everyday. She loves each of us for different reasons and qualities &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(of course I am loved most)&lt;/span&gt; -BTW-Rex(funny guy I work with) and I were looking up the meanings of names on the internet, on this specific sight her name-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Barbara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-meant &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"strange"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I laughed and found it so perfect. I think that anyone that knew her well can totally relate... especially if they knew her when she was tired late into the night. When looking at my sisters and I this is where I see her in us the most. We are a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;riot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; late at night and usually we just seem really wierd and most people dont understand us or look at us funny, but it all makes sense to us. I think we all remember different things and alot the same of her but for me, the times I love to remember the most are those times when my mom was doing her little cackle thing and saying or doing something so off the wall and my dad would just look at her with that face and say&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Barbara, I think you need to go to bed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So it was just a little silly thing I did, but I have been thinking about her so much lately and so I wanted to do something in rememberance. I truly find it hard to believe that it has been five years sometimes it feels like its been way longer since I have seen her but sometimes the pain of losing her feels like its brand new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do have some things to be thankful for though...in spite of how much I miss her and how unfair I sometimes think it is. I have the greatest family EVER! We have such a bond that became so strong when we faced one of the hardest things we ever will TOGETHER! For me my dad was never really the one I went to talk to, he is a pretty quiet guy and I guess it could have just been the age I was at or maybe I really just had a hard time opening up to him...but after losing my mom, I realized how amazing my dad really was. NO one messes with my dad and makes it out with me on their side. I am the only one that is ever more right than my dad and that is just how it is. So I guess even though it has been hard lately without her... I know that I will see her again and I always have my amazing family to help me until that time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-2722298715760498205?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/2722298715760498205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=2722298715760498205' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/2722298715760498205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/2722298715760498205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you-mom.html' title='I LOVE YOU MOM'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-4303365781786445257</id><published>2008-08-06T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:07:38.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you think I care...</title><content type='html'>Ok so I know I may just need an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;....as Alicia so kindly told me yesterday. But I am totally worn out from the stupid fair and work &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;( Ok I loved the fair but it made for no sleeping time).&lt;/span&gt; So here is my warning that this could be a bitter and obnoxoius post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am at this very moment trying my very hardest to ignore the new guy at work. He however despite my best efforts of typing this blog and trying to give him next to nothing in response...will not stop telling me his life story. He says he was raised in Beverly Hills but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have never met such white trash...ok maybe I have since I started working here...but he definitely makes it in the top ten.&lt;/span&gt; I have hardly been listening but I did just here stuff about a girl and something about boobs and a 95 year old man smoking weed. I have only nodded my head a few times and said eww. wow. geez. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;"oh yeah livin the dream"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(this is my very favorite phrase lately especially when talking about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HALLIBURTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now he just told me he shot four people in the right shoulder...all in the right shoulder. Then he asks me a question and I give him an answer. Then he talks for another twenty minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Does he not understand that this is my time to waste at work and I do not want him bothering me?? Really!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Also he has been here a day and has been calling me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;darlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;em&gt;I HAVE A NAME"&lt;/em&gt;...now this does not bother me when it is Rexifux calling me this cuz I happen to like Rex and he is like my crazy cool uncle type guy. When you are maybe a few years older then me....weigh 70 pounds less then me...and are just plain creepy...you dont get to call me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Darlin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This may sound like an adventure to some of you...like one of those horrible days you get every once in awhile...but let me just tell you this has been my life everyday for my whole summer. Nasty guys wanting my number, begging to take me out, then calling me mean names...&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which is often followed by them hatefully giving my number to the next guy in line&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I dont want to get to know them. I dont care that they think I am pretty. I am here for money. And frankly besides my dad, my grandpas, some uncles and sometimes my brothers and cousins...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;boys are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;STUPID!&lt;/span&gt; In every sense of the word. I know one day someone will bring this to me and say "hey dont you remember...boys are stupid" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;that is ok I will eat my words...but I will say them now...with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;relish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;SO all I want to say to boys from now on is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"What makes you think I care...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-4303365781786445257?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4303365781786445257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=4303365781786445257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4303365781786445257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4303365781786445257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-makes-you-think-i-care.html' title='What makes you think I care...'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-1973884900833276471</id><published>2008-07-06T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:49:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldly Things I LOVE...that I hope are in heaven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NERDS&lt;/span&gt;...put them in a mug and I will eat them continuously...but I hate eating them out of the box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SHOES&lt;/span&gt;...any kind really...I love tennies...converse,vans...any kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cutsie&lt;/span&gt; flat...flip flops...slippers...shoes are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; my weakness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;GOOD MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;...anything that can really get me going I will listen to over and over and over to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHEESECAKE&lt;/span&gt;...my boss guy made me some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raspberry&lt;/span&gt; cheesecake today so its on my mind...I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;raspberry&lt;/span&gt; cheesecake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOFT BLANKETS&lt;/span&gt;...my softest one does not cover me...it is bunched at my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;PICKLES&lt;/span&gt;...enough said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;LOVE SACS&lt;/span&gt;...the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; thing to ever sit or lay or drown in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;...it has to be the good kind that comes from those gallons...they are cheap and the best tasting...yuck to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nesquik&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ovaltine&lt;/span&gt; junk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;SWEATERS/JACKETS&lt;/span&gt;...you know the cute ones with cute buttons...and racer jackets...they make every outfit better(these however might not be needed in heaven because in my ideal heaven it will be 78 degrees all the time)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TWEEZERS&lt;/span&gt;...because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt; my face looks nasty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nast&lt;/span&gt; when I don't pluck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-1973884900833276471?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/1973884900833276471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=1973884900833276471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/1973884900833276471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/1973884900833276471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/07/material-things-i-love.html' title='Worldly Things I LOVE...that I hope are in heaven!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-4522769970292581809</id><published>2008-07-05T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:21:37.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Work and No Play makes for an annoyed Ashlee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, for the past month or so I have been working for a company called Halliburton...if you have not at least heard the name you probably don't get out much...but if you know what it is they truly do then you deserve a pat on the back. cuz I sure as heck didn't when I signed myself up for the torture. Don't get me wrong sometimes its fun to sit at work and chill on the computer...like I am now. Or even watch a full season of Greys Anatomy..like I did last time I worked graves for 11 straight days. The problem is when there is work I am the only competent one here to do it. Sometime in the next few days I will give the cast listing of the sandplant...yes they are like characters, which is why my bestie Destry(she also works here) and I are seriously contemplating making a show loosely like The Office (which we love love)...called The Sand Box. So my job pretty much entails a whole plethora of duties. I do sand sieves-where I take a sample of sand from each truck and put them in shaking machines in sieves(frisbee shaped strainers) and then I weigh the sand from each sieve and make it equal a certain...might I add impossible combination of numbers. Therefore I am very good at making up a bunch of numbers to make it equal what it is supposed to, because if it doesn't then you start all over. It's loud, it gets your hands greasy and oh yeah there is sand everywhere. Destry and I are very efficient at "creating " these sieves because no one else will do them. I also make packets...3 for each stage. None of the guys can do them right so I would rather just do them to begin with(this cuts out alot of time and annoyance). There is 3 packets for each stage. About 20 -25 stages per job. About 3 jobs every 3 days for different companies and anywhere from 6-50 pages in each packet, depending on the company it is for. So I kill a tree ,and all the animals that lived near it, every day at my job. It makes me feel really good about my life. Then there is truck loading and train moving. I do these less because if I leave the office area every guy runs around screwing things up and then I have to fix it which makes them angry because I am new and of course guys don't make mistakes. You have to climb on top of semis and from the silo and load the truck with sand...then do all the weight stuff and then press the green light for the trucks to exit the silo. I did this in the beginning a few times but now I rarely leave the office. I have spotted rail cars a few times and this is just me talking into a walkie talkie saying how far the shuttle wagon driver needs to go before the rail car is above the big hole where the belt to the silo begins. Then you open the compartment door and the sand falls on to the belt and goes up the silo. This is an ok job but kinda pointless when they make me do it just because they think I should learn. SO that is a few of my jobs and now that I remembered that I have this blog and it gives me something to do when its slow or I just don't want to do packets there is much more to follow. Now I must do 3 more packets and then I am out of here till 530 am tomorrow...where it all begins again. Tune in tomorrow for more sand tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.. Des is competent...she would be upset if I did not clarify that. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-4522769970292581809?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4522769970292581809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=4522769970292581809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4522769970292581809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4522769970292581809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-work-and-no-play-makes-for-annoyed.html' title='All Work and No Play makes for an annoyed Ashlee!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129704752578808079.post-4325281604649871746</id><published>2008-05-15T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:07:47.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Nation!!!</title><content type='html'>So I am graduating in one day....can you believe it? I am not that excited because its not like I am even close to being done but still I do feel pretty good about myself and my ability to actually focus on something long enough to finish and get a diploma. So I am recieving my Associate of Arts in Psychology and now I am have 33 credits to go before I get my bachelor degree. Pretty sweet huh?! I love love Psychology and there is no doubt in my mind that I want to do something that has to do with it. I am one of those freaks that has known generally what she has wanted to do since...forever. Well not quite but ever since I was a sophomore the idea of being a social worker or counselor has been all I could imagine myself doing. My family all thinks I am a little crazy because I want to do things that would be very depressing for the most part, but I love it...I have been in those depressing times and besides family and friends there are few poeple that can be of any help. However this counselor in my school had a grief group going and pushed me to come, she knew just what I needed. I would love to do something like that...help people deal with life...because I can tell them that it is possible. So that is it....well that, and I love diagnosing everyone with any kind of personality disorder or anything else I am learning at the moment. Really I just love to learn why people act the way they do, it helps keep me grounded and help me be more understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129704752578808079-4325281604649871746?l=ashleecarroll.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/feeds/4325281604649871746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129704752578808079&amp;postID=4325281604649871746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4325281604649871746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129704752578808079/posts/default/4325281604649871746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleecarroll.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-nation.html' title='Graduation Nation!!!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06125572109524108822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nzDkMClVQP4/SRKeOTffiKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/50zlarRu38w/S220/crazy+night+out+005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
