<?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-7905356712183771496</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:14:08.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Think of life's problems as speed bumps, things you have to get over in order to enjoy the rest of life's journey.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-1038453937362024843</id><published>2008-05-01T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:54:27.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If your going through Hell</title><content type='html'>Pretty much the best run I have been on in a long time today. 6 miles. I made a playlist for my new run and put it on random. A song came on and it was pretty much the story of my life. I have always loved the song but never really listened to the words. It was amazing. Anyway, every song came on at the perfect time during the run. It was crazy. I was headed up my last hill, which happens to be the longest one within the run. Right as I started up the hill the song If your going through hell - Rodney Atkins came on. Perfect " Things go from bad to worse you think they cant get worse and then they do... If your going through hell keep on going, dont slow down..." It was a beautiful day for a long run. I loved every minute of it. Some call me crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905356712183771496-1038453937362024843?l=lifevsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1038453937362024843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905356712183771496&amp;postID=1038453937362024843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/1038453937362024843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/1038453937362024843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-your-going-through-hell.html' title='If your going through Hell'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-8393327518303094556</id><published>2008-04-17T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:08:37.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax + Bargin = My day</title><content type='html'>So today pretty much was one of the best days ever!&lt;br /&gt;I had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; full day at work. I get there at 8:30am and my trainer says " Are you ready for your 75 minute Hot Stone massage?" What do you say to that?! OF COURSE!! Who knew I would be getting paid to do this! Then I work on the Spa director, which was a great experience. Lunch for an hour. Give Childcare director a massage, again another great experience. So I have one hour left and I thought it was just going to be more training on other little things but a therapist stops by my room as I am cleaning the table and says " When your done dressing the table let me know, I will be giving you an Aromatherapy massage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;!?" Again... what do you say to that?! Then my day was done... I went down to the locker room, grabbed my stuff and clocked out! I was completely relaxed. When I got home about half hour later I had a lot of energy so I went on my usual 5 mile run. Half way through though my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; died. I forgot to charge it. That was the only downer of my day. I then wanted to go shoe shopping. I had a pair in mind to be able to work in and be comfortable. I found some, exact one I was looking for. But I thought I would keep looking for a better deal. Ends up that I bought 4 pairs of shoes for the exact same price that the other perfect pair were for. Love them all! All were needed of course!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905356712183771496-8393327518303094556?l=lifevsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8393327518303094556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905356712183771496&amp;postID=8393327518303094556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/8393327518303094556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/8393327518303094556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/relax-bargin-my-day.html' title='Relax + Bargin = My day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-1155428531173306227</id><published>2008-04-14T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:29:26.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night with Mogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/SARHP1AHe8I/AAAAAAAAABo/WhC4uvdk55k/s1600-h/P4140755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189351007888833474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/SARHP1AHe8I/AAAAAAAAABo/WhC4uvdk55k/s320/P4140755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morgan ( my 7 year old sister ) came into my room last night and wanted to sleep with me... mind you, I dont have my room from when I was in high school... the nice queen size bed and all... I have the good old twin setup in the bonus room. So I told her, you know Morgan that is just not going to work out! She said ok then lets just play until we get tired cause no school tomorrow. So I asked her what she wanted to do and she grabbed my camera from my desk and said lets take lots of silly pictures. She is the funnest things ever... my mom heard us... apparently Morgan was suppose to be in bed at 8:30pm, school or no school, she still has a bed time. How was I suppose to know?! So here are just a few of the many shots from last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189354516877114354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/SARKcFAHe_I/AAAAAAAAACA/b0U9Wu1As8g/s200/P4130743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189354933488942098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/SARK0VAHfBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rvAP7O32uMc/s200/P4130745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189354933488942114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/SARK0VAHfCI/AAAAAAAAACY/KwsbawIoYmU/s200/P4130747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189354933488942130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/SARK0VAHfDI/AAAAAAAAACg/RaP2wogekKo/s200/P4130746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189354929193974786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/SARK0FAHfAI/AAAAAAAAACI/YmXESiy2y8Y/s200/P4130744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189354937783909442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/SARK0lAHfEI/AAAAAAAAACo/3OzO3BUarkc/s200/P4130750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When all is said and done, I love my family. Its been good to be back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905356712183771496-1155428531173306227?l=lifevsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1155428531173306227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905356712183771496&amp;postID=1155428531173306227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/1155428531173306227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/1155428531173306227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/late-night-with-mogs.html' title='Late night with Mogs'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/SARHP1AHe8I/AAAAAAAAABo/WhC4uvdk55k/s72-c/P4140755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-4184313077037509014</id><published>2008-04-10T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:12:01.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAT LA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tuesday night, Blazers Vs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;. I was ecstatic for the whole night and even into Wednesday... not to mention Free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chalupas&lt;/span&gt;!!! I am a sucker for basketball. What can I say but thanks to Brent (the man that is married to the whole blazer team and forever will be a season ticket holder and inviting me to opening night next year and every home game... his wife and kids will understand or else!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;... except for the opening night thing... and how he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; married to the blazers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187856754928363426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R_74O28dp6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/busDb0tPd0s/s320/broy1_300_080408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that.. I finally got a job. Starting next week full time doing what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love - Massage Therapy. Hopefully with this experience sometime in the next couple of years I will jump on with Nike headquarters here in Portland and possibly travel with them. Dream come true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905356712183771496-4184313077037509014?l=lifevsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4184313077037509014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905356712183771496&amp;postID=4184313077037509014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/4184313077037509014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/4184313077037509014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/beat-la.html' title='BEAT LA!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R_74O28dp6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/busDb0tPd0s/s72-c/broy1_300_080408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-1327743078725355508</id><published>2008-04-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:33:04.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some peoples kids</title><content type='html'>So there we were having a BBQ in our backyard with two other families. Mind you all the husbands are out of town so its 3 moms and myself with 7 kids under the age of 7. Don't get me wrong, I adore kids! I just realized tonight that this is the perfect birth control though. Other peoples kids! I mean picture it. Me on one end of the table and all the kids at the other end. We are trying to say prayer and all the kids decide to do this face and scream -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185208381028188386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R_WPjNWQQOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nlgsP0STP8Y/s320/CB060848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could have died. Some kids were crying and some were throwing things all around and some were just making this face and screaming. Finally, we were done with prayer. But some don't want the mac and cheese, some want hot dogs, other want hamburgers but then after the first bite they want chicken... they don't want to eat the broccoli or pasta salad... "I'M THIRSTY" "I'M STILL HUNGRY" When does it all end I'm thinking. Eat your food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But here is the best part of it all. One mom just about had it with her son having his hands down his pants. ( I think he is like 3 or 4 years old. ) So there he was hands down his pants .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MOM: "Brayden, get your hands out of your pants." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brayden: "MOM, but I found two balls down here and I am playing with them."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just about died. Mom had to leave the room. Everyone was dying laughing. I tell ya... Some peoples kids!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905356712183771496-1327743078725355508?l=lifevsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1327743078725355508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905356712183771496&amp;postID=1327743078725355508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/1327743078725355508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/1327743078725355508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-peoples-kids.html' title='Some peoples kids'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R_WPjNWQQOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nlgsP0STP8Y/s72-c/CB060848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-3878104233704389970</id><published>2008-04-02T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:01:30.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Hughes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fpE8ARZGpME' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' 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href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/mrs-hughes.html' title='Mrs. Hughes'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-4016597709614608615</id><published>2008-04-02T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:00:10.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight of the Conchords- Business Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' 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href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/flight-of-conchords-business-time.html' title='Flight of the Conchords- Business Time'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-8373367480390645985</id><published>2008-04-01T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:28:23.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>So I guess Happy April Fools Day?? Does anyone ever do any April Fools jokes anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I printed out my resume today. I am going around to different spas and fitness rehabs to hopefully get a job now. I cant have the rich and famous life of doing nothing but nap, gym and nap some more anymore. Its weird.. I sometimes think.. how in the world am I going to fit in an 8 hour day into my schedule. I feel like I have my gym schedule all set and nap times too... pretty pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a new cell number. Its been about time since I have been home for a month and I have given my number to a handful of crazy people. I need to memorize the number to a reject line or something. (Thanks Missy!) OR stop being so nice and give them someone I dont like phone number... ok thats mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905356712183771496-8373367480390645985?l=lifevsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8373367480390645985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905356712183771496&amp;postID=8373367480390645985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/8373367480390645985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/8373367480390645985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-4075328361323616114</id><published>2008-03-31T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:08:48.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont you hate it when....</title><content type='html'>Its been a long day and I am so ready to get working and doing something other than the gym, nap and gym, eat and bed. Story of my life right now. I was so bored that I was reading this today and I thought it was sort of true. Some not so much but it was fun to read.&lt;script src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=ashleyjones244"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you hate it when....&lt;br /&gt;1. Tipping someone who hasn't earned it only because you don't want to look cheap.&lt;br /&gt;2. Late fees for a video you didn't have time to watch.&lt;br /&gt;3. The second-to-last day of a two-week vacation.&lt;br /&gt;4. When your Cracker Jack has melted into one big Jack.&lt;br /&gt;5. Realizing after several attempts that youve been trying to insert a three-prong plus into a two-prong outlet.&lt;br /&gt;6. Banana bruises that arent visible on the outside of the peel&lt;br /&gt;7. People who dont remove their christmas decorations untill March&lt;br /&gt;8. When a homely person compliements you on your looks, forcing you either to return the compliemtn insincerely or say thanks without saying anything more, thereby removing any doubt that you dont find him attractive&lt;br /&gt;9. Accidentally setting your alarm clock for P.M instead of A.M&lt;br /&gt;10. Wondering, based on his answers, if the person youre copying from knows less than you.&lt;br /&gt;11. People who have no clue how loudly they talk&lt;br /&gt;12. Being unable to twist a jar open and unwilling to let someone else give it a try&lt;br /&gt;13. How uncomfortable white people feel when black people call each other "nigga"&lt;br /&gt;14. When your hosts can hear your urine splashing into the toilet because the bathroom has no fan and is adjacent to the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;15. People who keep their clock set 10 minutes fast "incase I need extra time"&lt;br /&gt;16. White guys with a snoop dog cell phone ring&lt;br /&gt;17. Having no clue when to use a semicolon&lt;br /&gt;18. Rearranging heavy furniture, then realizing you liked it better before&lt;br /&gt;19. People who are not your relatives who send photos of their child at three months, six months, nine months...&lt;br /&gt;20. Realizing you were wearing the same outfit the last time you hung out with this person&lt;br /&gt;21. When the teacher erases the entire blackboard but misses one prominent chalk mark&lt;br /&gt;22. Recieving a birthday card 8 days before your birthday&lt;br /&gt;23. Dear Mom, I really hate camp.I have no friends,and everyone teases me because I cant swim. I want to come home. -Dylan&lt;br /&gt;24. When you sign the back of your credit card and it doesnt look like your signature.&lt;br /&gt;25. Bitting your cheek on the swollen area where youve previously bitten it.&lt;br /&gt;26. When the waiter asks "is everything alright here?" right after youve taken a big bite out of your sandwhich, causing you to grunt your response&lt;br /&gt;27. Not liking the gift you pulled out of the grab bag as much as the one you put into it.&lt;br /&gt;28. When you hold the ketchup bottle over your french fries and the first thing that comes out is red water&lt;br /&gt;29. People who are afraid to step on an escalator... missed it...how bout this one...no, not that one...wait, not that one either,... that one ---no, not that one!&lt;br /&gt;30. People who point at their wrists while asking for the time&lt;br /&gt;31. When youre paying for something at a store and they ask you what Zip Code you live in&lt;br /&gt;32. When the driver pushes the unlock button, but you pull the handle at the same moment and remain locked out&lt;br /&gt;33. the momentary frenzy that ensues the instant that a cashier calls out "this register is now open"&lt;br /&gt;34. TABLE 5:&lt;br /&gt;Hank&amp;amp;Eve&lt;br /&gt;Jeffery&amp;amp;JOhanna&lt;br /&gt;Lenny&amp;amp;Tamara&lt;br /&gt;Johnathan&amp;amp;Kathy&lt;br /&gt;Robin&lt;br /&gt;35. When the brief thrill of making the yellow light ends and youre bored again&lt;br /&gt;36.Remembering enough french from high school to know that two frenchman sitting next to you are talking about you, but not knowing enough french to understand what theyre saying&lt;br /&gt;37. Being the last person on a long line that no one else seems to be getting on&lt;br /&gt;38. When a stranger asks you for the time, and your fear that you wont be able to answer in an appropriate time span cause you to blurt out "9:17.NO,10:17! NO!!! 9:17!&lt;br /&gt;39. Wondering if the appetizer youre sharing with a friend is being divided evenly.&lt;br /&gt;40. Walking by the same person youve already walked by in the dairy, produce, and frozen food sections&lt;br /&gt;41. Watching a movie with your parents that shows full frontal nudity&lt;br /&gt;42. An open parenthesis that is never closed (like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905356712183771496-4075328361323616114?l=lifevsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4075328361323616114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905356712183771496&amp;postID=4075328361323616114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/4075328361323616114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/4075328361323616114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-long-day-and-i-am-so-ready-to.html' title='Dont you hate it when....'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-1041117292549017792</id><published>2008-03-30T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:38:55.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Vs Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R_BMOtWQQNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZmlDpn0zmq4/s1600-h/BENO0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183726986678255826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R_BMOtWQQNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZmlDpn0zmq4/s320/BENO0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often think of life's problems as speed bumps, things we have to get over in order to enjoy the rest of life's journey. Like every little girls dream I wanted a perfect happy ever after story and ending. Now I've learned the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what is going to happen next. Faith. That is why I am here. I left my salary paying job, fantastic ward and dear friends of mine in Utah. It was a huge leap of faith. I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that it is in the Lord's hands. I took my state exam on Wednesday and got notification of passing on Friday, when they told me if would take up to 30 days. More and more everyday I see the countless blessing the Lord has in store for me with having faith in him. I have never had to rely on someone so much in my life as I have this past month. Knowing that it wouldnt be easy but that it would only be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Wherefore, if a man have faith he must needs have hope; for without faith there cannot be any hope. " - Moroni 7:42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905356712183771496-1041117292549017792?l=lifevsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1041117292549017792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905356712183771496&amp;postID=1041117292549017792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/1041117292549017792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/1041117292549017792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-vs-journey.html' title='Life Vs Journey'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R_BMOtWQQNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZmlDpn0zmq4/s72-c/BENO0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905356712183771496.post-6320002912987440813</id><published>2008-03-28T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:04:20.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day on the Blog</title><content type='html'>So a lot of my friends have been requesting that I get a blog. As if they cant just call and find out whats new with me like the old days. I do have a Myspace but dont check it anymore since I believe it has gone to crap. So then I got a facebook. Its all right I guess. And now a Blog... wow can this generation get anymore pathetic?! It's all good. Here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have moved back to Oregon, as of March 1st, its been Spring Month! I retire! Ok so im not really.. I took my Practical Exam on Wednesday. I have NO idea how I did. Its killing me. They examiners just stared at me after every question. NO EXPRESSION. They just read off a piece of paper and stare. What a job! They said it could take up to 30 days to know my results. AHH! Just praying that I passed so I can get to work. A friend told me about working with Nike as a massage therapist. What a dream. Either way there is a lot of oppurtunity here in Oregon. Other than that, I can count on probably two hands how many friends I have here in town. So please if you know someone that wants to hang and not use me for my skills ;) he he let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905356712183771496-6320002912987440813?l=lifevsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6320002912987440813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905356712183771496&amp;postID=6320002912987440813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/6320002912987440813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905356712183771496/posts/default/6320002912987440813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifevsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-day-on-blog.html' title='First day on the Blog'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15798315791007644807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1jBYK4m8qfQ/R-16PNWQQLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/dzKsjLj4WfI/S220/n584472891_649742_5618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
