<?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-6311884295288584193</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:20:54.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy LIfe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-4866843212014731829</id><published>2009-05-27T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:11:07.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My graduation was on Sunday, May 24th. It was supposed to be one of the happiest days on my life......and although it was a good day, I was not as excited as I thought I would be. I am not sure why though; my parents and grandparents were excited and even Matt's parents were excited. It was a good day, and I was excited but scared at the same time to make that step into the real world. I have been going to school my whole life and now I don't have to go to school.....it is really weird! Well, all and all it was a good day and here are a few pictures. I am looking forward to my party this weekend&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340531152164527602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sh1gyZysnfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XVkStFWYmj0/s320/grad+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mom, Dad and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340533958629527250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sh1jVwsGDtI/AAAAAAAAABo/HLPfYxP4yEk/s320/grad+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;   The Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340534118911499522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sh1jfFyS3QI/AAAAAAAAABw/c8n0ltMKJxM/s320/grad+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My Grandma and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340534279859634322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sh1jodXUgJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/X2bsXMkzAJY/s320/graduation+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Matt and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340534412334305826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sh1jwK3vkiI/AAAAAAAAACA/sfXLcaZG7ko/s320/grad+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Matts Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340534617445337714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sh1j8G-BinI/AAAAAAAAACI/KXd0-w0JCso/s320/graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My friend Cari and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6311884295288584193-4866843212014731829?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4866843212014731829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=4866843212014731829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/4866843212014731829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/4866843212014731829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2009/05/class-of-2009.html' title='Class of 2009!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sh1gyZysnfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XVkStFWYmj0/s72-c/grad+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-1310712467899312425</id><published>2009-05-21T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:36:04.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL DAYS</title><content type='html'>It is absoultly thrilling to know that I have completed all my classes and thus all my finals.  No more late nights of no sleep or sleeping in a chair at school just to get some shut eye before your next final.  It is amazing to think back at what I went through to get the degree that I earned, and boy did I have to earn it!  Now, well a sense of accomplishment.  It may have taken me six years and a whole lot of stress, but I did it and I am proud to say that I earned a degree in Biological Science with a Concentration in Cellular and Developmental Biology.... not many people can say they did that.  So ya I am proud of the fact that I did something not many people could do and I took some classes that most people don't even know what they are.  I like school, I liked the classes I took and the people I met and I wouldnt change anything.  I walk on Sunday, and after I look forward to the next chapter in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-1310712467899312425?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1310712467899312425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=1310712467899312425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/1310712467899312425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/1310712467899312425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-days.html' title='FINAL DAYS'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-6497267722181548555</id><published>2009-05-04T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:14:15.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 WEEKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sf-SIvusSOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HZx4zjBNBIg/s1600-h/4-695406-1_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 41px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sf-SIvusSOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HZx4zjBNBIg/s320/4-695406-1_th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141162778872034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited 6 years to be able to say that I am graduating and the time has finally come. It is official I will be graduating May 24th, and I am so excited. I  stil have three weeks and those three weeks are packed full of projects and presentations and exams, but the countdown is on! I can see the finish line slowly approaching. Wish Me luck as I look forward to closing this chapter in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-6497267722181548555?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6497267722181548555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=6497267722181548555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/6497267722181548555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/6497267722181548555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-weeks.html' title='3 WEEKS!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/Sf-SIvusSOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HZx4zjBNBIg/s72-c/4-695406-1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-4991725750613195436</id><published>2009-03-12T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:57:15.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w34.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/Blondieann4/e56bbc20.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/Blondieann4/?action=view&amp;current=e56bbc20.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows how much I love Disneyland!  It is one of my favorite places in the whole world to be.  I especially love it during the christmas hoildays.  The way they decorate everything with the light and holly and all the decorations is absolutly beautiful.  So of course, this year I went to Disneyland over christmas break and it was once again a winter wonderland.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, my family along with my friend Cari went to mammoth to go skiing and snowboarding.  Since it was my second time boarding I was a little nervous, but after I went It was the best sport I have ever tried.  I love it.  I go all the time now and it is such a blast.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-4991725750613195436?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4991725750613195436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=4991725750613195436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/4991725750613195436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/4991725750613195436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2009/03/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-1271185573219300447</id><published>2009-03-12T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:21:27.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I have been a horrible blogger.  I never really have anything excited to write about so I just dont, but I decided to upload some pictures from over summer.  There are pictures from the river, which is my second home!  There are pictures from when I was asked to present my research at Stanford.  That was kinda nerdy but since Stanford is so close to San Fransicsco my lab partners and I took a trip up to S.F. for the day.  We went to Fishermans Warf and had a yummy salmon dinner.  That was a lot of fun since I have not been there since I was a little girl.  Well my summer was exciting to me, so I though I would share some of my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w34.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/Blondieann4/fb8c3500.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/Blondieann4/?action=view&amp;current=fb8c3500.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-1271185573219300447?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1271185573219300447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=1271185573219300447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/1271185573219300447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/1271185573219300447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-179312610938704566</id><published>2009-03-11T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:48:30.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w34.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/Blondieann4/0e68dfe8.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://w34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/Blondieann4/?action=view&amp;current=0e68dfe8.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday actullay fell on a Saturday this year, so I was totally excited.  We went to this bar/resturaunt in Chino Hills called Roscos.  The food was really good and since it was my birthday all my drinks were free!!  Matt was happy about that.  Anyways, well we all had a grea time.  As you can see from the pictures everyone was a little tipsy. It was a really fun birthday....but I didnt get to go to Disneyland like I wanted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-179312610938704566?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/179312610938704566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=179312610938704566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/179312610938704566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/179312610938704566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2009/03/party.html' title='PARTY!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-2143441820394465536</id><published>2009-03-02T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:26:54.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/SayxiFbr-DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/e3gFqx37dYU/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/SayxiFbr-DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/e3gFqx37dYU/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308813259894945842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/SayxL1GhP_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/cDlOpjyA2hU/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/SayxL1GhP_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/cDlOpjyA2hU/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308812877554073586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few months I have been to more baby showers than I can count.  So since everyone has little babies to share with everyone and I am not yet at that point in my life.  I decided to share my precious little girl to everyone.  She is a cute little chi-beagle and her name is Lexie.  I got her for christmas two years ago and she has been my best friend ever since.  It is like having a child but she is much easier I think.  Unfortunatly, my roommates said I could keep her at my house in Brea and then they forgot to mention it to their grandpa (our landlord) and he said the dog had to go.  It was so sad, she was only two pounds and so small and I had to find a new home for her.  Luckily, my parents knew how much I loved that dog so they agreed to keep her untill I moved somewhere else after graduation.  Well as graduation approaches i am looking forward to having my little girl back!  I do see her every weekend. I go home just to see her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-2143441820394465536?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/2143441820394465536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=2143441820394465536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/2143441820394465536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/2143441820394465536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-girl.html' title='My Little Girl!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SK80x72grss/SayxiFbr-DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/e3gFqx37dYU/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-4424904517279242977</id><published>2008-09-04T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:34:44.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Horrible Blogger!!!</title><content type='html'>So My house has been under construction for the entire summer and it is still not done!!!  I have not had access to a computer other than the computer at work so my blog is seriously needing some attention!  I will be posting things from summer as soon as I can get my internet up and running agiain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-4424904517279242977?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4424904517279242977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=4424904517279242977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/4424904517279242977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/4424904517279242977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-horrible-blogger.html' title='I Am A Horrible Blogger!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-861825784941699534</id><published>2008-06-26T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:31:24.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>So more on the Matt story.  This will probably be the last story on Matt because we are done.  He officially wants nothing to do with me.  He doesnt even want to talk to me.  Anyways we hung out all last weekend and things went really well, so well that I thought we were going to work things out.  Then I hung out with him again last night and he decided that we need to go our seperate ways.  He doesnt know why he doesnt want to be with me, but he loves me and things just are not going to work out for us.  I am so over the drama of this revolving door- make up/break up relationship that I just need to focus on school and get him out of my life.  I am just having a hard time dealing with the idea of not having him in my life.  The worst part is now I have to start over in this lovely dating world, which I am not looking forward to; so I am just going to be by myself for awhile.  Besides I dont think it is fair to date someone when I am still in love with someone else!  So I am trying to keep my head up and remember that I am a great girl and will eventually find someone who feels the same way about me as I feel about them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-861825784941699534?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/861825784941699534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=861825784941699534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/861825784941699534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/861825784941699534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2008/06/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-6026267306116977337</id><published>2008-06-20T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:52:55.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Update</title><content type='html'>This break up has been one of the hardest things I have had to deal with.  I am so emotionally exhausted.  I can't sleep.  I can't eat, which is great cuz I have lost 13 pounds since saturday, but this whole thing really sucks.  When he came over on Wednesay he had already made up his mind that we need to be by ourselves for awhile and let time take its course.  I know this is a good thing for both of us and if it is ment to be then we will be together. I just have to say that if this is what we both wanted then we would not be sitting in my room crying togther for almost 2 hours.  It shouldn't be this hard.  I am so lost as to what to do.  I only have one option and that is to let him go, but that is a really hard thing for me to do.  He was my best friend and the first person I would call no matter what.  Even if I had a girl problem, I would call him for help....sad I know, but we really had a great relationship.  Besides the arguing about to get married or not to get marreid we truly enjoyed each others company.  I made soo many good memories with him and for that I will forever be greatful!  He is going to make someone very happy one day and I wish that were me, but as of now I can't be that girl :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt normally post things like this, bt writing about it is helping with the healing process. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-6026267306116977337?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6026267306116977337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=6026267306116977337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/6026267306116977337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/6026267306116977337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2008/06/matt-update.html' title='Matt Update'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-3269523301174654253</id><published>2008-06-17T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:10:11.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heatbroken</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered if the guy you are dating is really the one for you?  How do you know who is the one?  This weekend I did a lot of thinking and made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.  I broke up with my boyfriend!  I like to over analyze everything and so while I was sick and should have been sleeping, my brain was runnin a muck.  I am 23 and about to graduate college and for the first time in my life I do not know what I want in life.  Everyone I know is married and has kids or about to have kids and I feel like I should want that too, but I don't.  At least not yet anyways.  So I made a rash decision and broke up with Matt because I dont want to get married and I dont want to make the decision of who I am going to marry right now. So instead of dealing with the issue I decided not to deal with it and ended the realtionship. Since we have had this issue for awhile cuz neither of us want to get married he thinks that instead of working it out we should just be done.  Needless to say I am totally heartbroken and totally regret what I did, but I guess it is too late now.  He is supposed to come over today so we can talk, but he already told me last night that he is tired of dealing with this constant battle.  I wish I could turn back time and make things right but I dont even know how to fix my own head for thinking the way I do.  I wish I could not worry about who I want to marry and just live my life.  Matt makes me one of the happeist people in the world and now that I have screwed that up I am really lost.  He was the one thing in my life that no matter what I could always count on to pick me up and put me back on track.  These days I dont really have many friends that live here in california and if they do live in Cali they live at least an hour away so he was my best friend.  That is the hardest part of breaking up.  Not only do I loose the one person I truly love I loose my best friend too.  I have been so sick to my stomach since saturday and feel like crap cuz I have really screwed things up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-3269523301174654253?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3269523301174654253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=3269523301174654253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/3269523301174654253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/3269523301174654253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2008/06/heatbroken.html' title='Heatbroken'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-5584224810126780368</id><published>2008-06-11T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:17:10.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w34.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/Blondieann4/9179c618.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/Blondieann4/?action=view&amp;current=9179c618.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-5584224810126780368?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/5584224810126780368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=5584224810126780368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/5584224810126780368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/5584224810126780368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-9174896892348312091</id><published>2008-06-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:18:48.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matts birthday was in March so I decided to get him tickets to the Angel game. I bought four tickets but only three of us ended up going. We had a lot of fun. My friend, Cari, got totally hammered because Matt kept buying her beers. It was hilarious. So after the game, we all went over to our friends house who happens to live down the street from Matt. Since I had been the DD all night it was finally my turn to join the drunkn fun. It did not take long for me to catch up since I am a lightweight, but of course when I got a little buzzed the night got a little wild. I seem to have the power to bring the crazy side out in people when I am drinking. I am not sure if that is a good or bad thing, but we always have a night to remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-9174896892348312091?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/9174896892348312091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=9174896892348312091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/9174896892348312091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/9174896892348312091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-nights.html' title='Crazy Nights'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311884295288584193.post-8239045429074992127</id><published>2008-06-09T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:59:50.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USGS</title><content type='html'>At school I am part of a research lab in which I study Chitons.  Recently, I finished up the project I was working on and was asked to present my results to the Western Society of Malacologists in San Jose, California.  It was a four day seminar in which professors and doctors from around the world came to watch people present their findings.  When I agreed to do it I was under the impression that other students would also be presenting their research, but boy was I wrong.  Me and my lab partner were the only students asked to present.  I was so nervous about giving my speech in front of so many well educated people.  Luckily, I didn't mess anything up and my presentation went so well people were really impressed and I was so relieved when it was finally over! Since everyone liked my presentation so much I now get to publish my results and I am very excited about it.  All my hard work is finally paying off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311884295288584193-8239045429074992127?l=ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8239045429074992127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6311884295288584193&amp;postID=8239045429074992127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/8239045429074992127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311884295288584193/posts/default/8239045429074992127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashley4-ashley.blogspot.com/2008/06/usgs.html' title='USGS'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17979039966870365568</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
