<?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-6418397182159399492</id><updated>2012-01-30T01:34:03.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Ashlie</title><subtitle type='html'>With faith the size of a mustard seed...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-3331638103926208069</id><published>2010-10-08T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:57:05.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old-School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When we first moved up here to East Tennessee, I found myself among the countless Americans who are unemployed. It was an odd feeling, to be sure! I never pegged myself as one of those folks who judges their self-worth on what I “did,” but it sure felt weird to not be helpin’ to bring in the bacon, as it were. Thankfully though, my hubby had already started his new job and we were able to move in with my in-laws (I know what you’re thinking about that, but they’re great. Really) so things weren’t too tight. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In any case, with no job and nothing pressing to tend to, a girl’s got to find something to keep her busy, right? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(What? Did y’all think this was gonna be a somber post about the state of America’s economic affairs? Ha! No, ma’am, I don’t think so! I try never to talk about politics if I can help it.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, in my first several weeks here in TN, my mother-in-law showed me all her favorite thrifting nooks. At one of the area rescue missions I found a cute little school chair for only $7! I saw it’s potential right away…a good sanding &amp;amp; some spray paint and it would be cute as can be!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Buster posing (reluctantly) to give y’all some size reference&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_Z7S4M2ZI/AAAAAAAAGew/Wl_6iCVlypE/s1600-h/IMG_31073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3107" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="380" alt="IMG_3107" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_Z7wxzuoI/AAAAAAAAGe0/OLTo6tdxQbs/IMG_3107_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He got tired of posing pretty quick. Ha! I sanded the wood down to get the peeling varnish off. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_Z8TDqZrI/AAAAAAAAGe4/xjT5LeQPSvI/s1600-h/IMG_30983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3098" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="380" alt="IMG_3098" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_Z9GSnDUI/AAAAAAAAGe8/AeUfuZu6mqE/IMG_3098_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I sanded the metal lightly too so that my spray paint would stick better. See the ink blot (or some kinda stain) on the front edge of the wood? It didn’t come out completely after I sanded, but I like that. Gives it some charm.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The little manufacturer’s seal says “American Seating Co., Grand Rapids, Mich.” in the outer circle. In the middle it says “Envoy- Made in the U.S.A.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_Z9h0XhoI/AAAAAAAAGfA/A5TsAeeg2bY/s1600-h/IMG_30993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3099" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="380" alt="IMG_3099" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_Z-PPA9KI/AAAAAAAAGfE/AvP5fZ_flbE/IMG_3099_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That skinnier bar across the back moves back &amp;amp; forth slightly to mold to your back a little better. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#333333"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_Z_MpOC9I/AAAAAAAAGfI/EmYh_fXTuuU/s1600-h/IMG_31022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3102" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3102" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_Z_kETqFI/AAAAAAAAGfM/2UWYenkSLB0/IMG_3102_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I didn’t take pictures of the whole sanding, priming, &amp;amp; painting process but here’s the &lt;em&gt;semi&lt;/em&gt;-finished product. It’s a candy apple red. Fits the school theme, don’t ya think? Since this picture was taken, I’ve stained the wood with a natural stain. It looks like the same color wood as in this pic, just a little brighter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3236" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="380" alt="IMG_3236" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_aAMTf2uI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/xubRx-cFmkU/IMG_3236_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I can’t wait to find a spot for it in our new house! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-3331638103926208069?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3331638103926208069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2010/10/old-school.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3331638103926208069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3331638103926208069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2010/10/old-school.html' title='Old-School'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TK_Z7wxzuoI/AAAAAAAAGe0/OLTo6tdxQbs/s72-c/IMG_3107_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6702052505197272243</id><published>2010-10-08T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:07:30.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me, help me! Please?</title><content type='html'>Blogger friends, I am in a quandary. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to upload a post for the last few days now &amp;amp; Blogger is telling me that I'm out of room for photos. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whaaattt&lt;/span&gt;??!! How does that happen? Can anyone tell me how to get around it or how to fix that problem? I haven't posted nearly as many posts as some people so I know I can't have too many photos on here. I'm perplexed! Please help!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you!!&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/6418397182159399492-6702052505197272243?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6702052505197272243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-me-help-me-please.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6702052505197272243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6702052505197272243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2010/10/help-me-help-me-please.html' title='Help me, help me! Please?'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-3576403838993994425</id><published>2010-09-26T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:09:30.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little at a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Since it's been so long since I've written to y'all and I have about a million (exaggerating) pictures on my computer that I want to share, I figured I would just pick a photo album from my files and blog about it. Knowing me &amp;amp; my tendency toward OCD (I don't actually have the disorder...at least I don't think I do) I'll probably go in chronological order. And no, I won't blog them all in one post. That would be a little much for you &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;First up is the going away party that my parents threw us before we left Louisiana in March. Several of our closest friends came to bid us adieu and we had a great time visiting with them all! A few weeks after the party, we and all our worldly goods relocated to the great state of Tennessee. East Tennessee to be &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; exact.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Food, family, &amp;amp; friends…all crowded in the kitchen. I love that!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rPFmyhbI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/VEZ8rnmhwhY/s1600-h/IMG_2985%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2985" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_2985" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rPvcXacI/AAAAAAAAFjY/FtYE0uabhtE/IMG_2985_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kids playin’ in the floor &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rQZUQFgI/AAAAAAAAFjc/TRhGFJHatAo/s1600-h/IMG_2990%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2990" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_2990" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rQzz9pjI/AAAAAAAAFjg/dTaeMNMiFkw/IMG_2990_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Some of the greatest friends in the world, Jarred, Katherine, &amp;amp; their sweet girl, Brynleigh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rR_gBNgI/AAAAAAAAFjk/ugZ_mgm-PdA/s1600-h/IMG_2996%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2996" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_2996" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_ukIkh-kI/AAAAAAAAFj0/YA_hOLW6SRA/IMG_2996_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our long-time next-door neighbors &amp;amp; wonderful friends, Jackie &amp;amp; Grace &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rTH1YIQI/AAAAAAAAFj4/3BhwRTYOV58/s1600-h/IMG_2997%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2997" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_2997" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rT-vCQLI/AAAAAAAAFj8/JKpgAn_teqo/IMG_2997_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our buddy, Jerome (an Air Force friend of Nathan’s) holding Paula’s little boy Duncan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rUk9e33I/AAAAAAAAFkE/SDCsechXT3A/s1600-h/IMG_2998%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2998" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_2998" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rVAyZCdI/AAAAAAAAFkM/oc2svnfZHwE/IMG_2998_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The sweetest woman in the universe, Mrs. Ruth, &amp;amp; her sweet granddaughter, Baylor &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rV8qUP9I/AAAAAAAAFkY/hRiK3_FsjpA/s1600-h/IMG_3005%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="380" alt="IMG_3005" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rWT7XFrI/AAAAAAAAFkg/B9MFf86AYPA/IMG_3005_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Friends that are more like family, (L to R) Nathan, me holding Martha’s baby, Baylor, Martha holding Boston, Mrs. Ruth, Amy, &amp;amp; her new husband, Mikey&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rXF0SqfI/AAAAAAAAFko/FuO1lRsdfb4/s1600-h/IMG_3009%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3009" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3009" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rX6tlGcI/AAAAAAAAFkw/aeKKf4ZC6RA/IMG_3009_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Un-posed shot! Love it! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rYg6PSAI/AAAAAAAAFk0/zrKgCKrDah8/s1600-h/IMG_3010%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3010" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rZaQmgrI/AAAAAAAAFk8/kWEaEh7WnPA/IMG_3010_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Paula, Duncan, &amp;amp; me! One of my closest friends, sure do miss her!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rZ39BEAI/AAAAAAAAFlA/sWdRfjyFiVM/s1600-h/IMG_3014%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3014" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="380" alt="IMG_3014" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_racHdvFI/AAAAAAAAFlM/QvU8klB_RE0/IMG_3014_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The two of us with Paula &amp;amp; Duncan &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rbVjNMUI/AAAAAAAAFlU/h2IJCS8qRgY/s1600-h/IMG_3015%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3015" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3015" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rb7E9pLI/AAAAAAAAFlc/3tOoZviiry0/IMG_3015_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nathan &amp;amp; Duncan…buddies! Don’t they look cute?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rcSQWwVI/AAAAAAAAFlg/wsVF_UVhQFw/s1600-h/IMG_3016%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3016" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="380" alt="IMG_3016" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rc_Ro7MI/AAAAAAAAFlk/2rmKWxbTcsQ/IMG_3016_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mama with Baylor. She loves the little ones!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rdp2RhdI/AAAAAAAAFlo/jPVXOnrTAWw/s1600-h/IMG_3018%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3018" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="380" alt="IMG_3018" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_reN0SFaI/AAAAAAAAFl8/qMNhR8l10eQ/IMG_3018_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish I could remember what we were talkin’ about. It looks like it was hilarious! If Paula’s telling the story, it usually is!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_re9sDmoI/AAAAAAAAFmI/nXKuLjvBHRY/s1600-h/IMG_3019%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3019" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3019" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rfQmYj8I/AAAAAAAAFmM/DGn_jthg8V4/IMG_3019_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My Daddy &amp;amp; Baylor. This is my absolute favorite pic of the night. So sweet! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rgPJwhOI/AAAAAAAAFmc/LTO7hL72_PI/s1600-h/IMG_3021%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3021" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="380" alt="IMG_3021" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rg9PDhLI/AAAAAAAAFmk/i7psAseftd4/IMG_3021_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I found an old film camera (that had no film in it) &amp;amp; I thought Duncan might like to play with it. I was right! He kept blinding us all with the flash! Ha ha! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rhiaY53I/AAAAAAAAFmo/NPxCHaGwuj8/s1600-h/IMG_3023%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3023" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3023" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_riGq9WCI/AAAAAAAAFm0/86gAztypK4c/IMG_3023_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our sweet friend, Linda.&amp;#160; She’d do anything for her friends….including driving hundreds of miles so my Mom could see her mom &amp;amp; me!! You’re the best!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rjMqNLXI/AAAAAAAAFm4/JCNRHDCoQNQ/s1600-h/IMG_3024%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3024" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3024" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rjr829NI/AAAAAAAAFm8/qlOG8eRGZow/IMG_3024_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All of these people have been &amp;amp; are such a huge part of our lives. We have so many memories wrapped up in each one of you and with others that we didn’t get to photograph. I’m so grateful for the friends that became our family over the years! I miss you all so much and can’t wait to see you again! Much love to you all!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-3576403838993994425?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3576403838993994425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-at-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3576403838993994425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3576403838993994425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-at-time.html' title='A Little at a Time'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/TJ_rPvcXacI/AAAAAAAAFjY/FtYE0uabhtE/s72-c/IMG_2985_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-104907196886583834</id><published>2010-05-05T01:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T01:25:43.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>So, I've been looking back over several of my earlier posts and it's made me quite sentimental. Also, I really wish I'd had my "good" camera back when I first started this blog. The little mouse ornament I made would've benefited from it &lt;i&gt;so much&lt;/i&gt;!! I can't believe how bad the lighting is in most of my old pictures! And I was always so satisfied with myself for playing around with my little Nikon point and shoot to get just the right settings. Ha! Shows how much I knew. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, that camera gave me tons of great pictures. It's just that the lighting in my old house was horrible, especially if the sun wasn't shining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, there have been several changes in my life since I last wrote to y'all, many moons ago. My husband graduated cum laude (only one in his program) with a Bachelor's in Electrical Engineering Technology. I quit my job as a newborn nursery/post-partum nurse. We MOVED to Tennessee (which is why I quit my job)!! My hubby started a very promising new job at a company much like the one he was working for in Louisiana. And now, we are living in my in-laws' basement until our house back home sells. I am job-hunting, although I haven't been hitting the applications too hard,  until recently anyway. I've now reached the point where I'm over the whole "I don't have to go to work, I can do whatever I want" phase and on to the "I don't have to go to work but I'm bored out of my ever-lovin' mind" phase. Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a few promising avenues that I'm praying about but nothing definite yet. I just know that I do NOT want to go back to the 12 hour shift, every-other-weekend, whatever-holiday-they-decide-you-should-work routine. So we'll see where God places me. I'm looking forward to what He has in store for our future! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y'all have a great day!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-104907196886583834?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/104907196886583834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2010/05/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/104907196886583834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/104907196886583834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2010/05/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6136229520305288000</id><published>2009-10-03T23:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:34:46.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At the beginning of September, my parents, Nathan, and I took a little trip down to Georgia to see my grandmother. Go-Go, as she's known to me and my sis. It was the first time I'd gotten to see her since my sister, Laura's, wedding 2 years ago and it was a much overdue trip. She's had a rough go of it since my grandpa died a few years ago. She owns a florist shop and business isn't all that great right now. I guess with the economy in the dumps, people are cutting back on frivolities like fresh flower arrangements. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She also had a scare last year when she blacked out in the parking lot of a store and banged her head up pretty bad. To top it off, she later had to have back surgery and my mom went over to stay with her for about 5 weeks while she recovered. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, I'm glad to say that her many doctors have given her a clean bill of health as far as the major organs go. Still, I hate the thought of her being so far away and living all alone. Given all of the above, it was so good to get to spend a little time with my spunky grandma. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh yes, she may live alone, but she is far from being pitiful. She is still sharp as a tack and witty, too. Can't get much by that one! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While we were there, we ate at a few new-to-us restaurants like Red Robin Cafe (gourmet hamburger joint) and Panera Bread Co. Oh, how I wish we would get a Panera here!! It was so good! We also went down to the River Walk area of downtown. It's so pretty and peaceful. There is a really nice, brick walk-way along the river and it's lit by the lamps you see in the picture below. There's an old mill at the edge of the waterfall that has an antique-y charm. The downtown area was once booming with textile mills and was called Milltown...original, ay?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglqUMPDiI/AAAAAAAACxE/PlJc6xs5ioU/s1600-h/IMG_2337%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2337" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssglq-6GAwI/AAAAAAAACxI/p42nJrnxO18/IMG_2337_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other side of the river is actually Alabama!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglrhPzF7I/AAAAAAAACxM/JZz8NuaK7qw/s1600-h/IMG_2332%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2332" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglsHy5i8I/AAAAAAAACxQ/OOXSH6RO88k/IMG_2332_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had to take a few face shots as well. My honey has his binoculars around his neck so he could see what the guys on the other side of the river were catchin'. Ha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglsrOzWDI/AAAAAAAACxU/AhWcjfl866Y/s1600-h/IMG_2343%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2343" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsgltK0TmgI/AAAAAAAACxY/jLRcoBNQUY0/IMG_2343_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Go-Go, Daddy, and Nathan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsgltuzVeyI/AAAAAAAACxc/fVRaVR_ig-M/s1600-h/IMG_2346%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2346" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsgluEjR1dI/AAAAAAAACxg/R_qTULjgwEE/IMG_2346_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3 generations!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssglu_0zVTI/AAAAAAAACxk/8XIE8-_U5AE/s1600-h/IMG_2350%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2350" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssglvd4wIEI/AAAAAAAACxo/caaKErfpOAg/IMG_2350_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A pretty fountain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglwL5BauI/AAAAAAAACxs/ZL1kVClrXBQ/s1600-h/IMG_2370%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2370" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglwvSPeTI/AAAAAAAACxw/UXOQmyHG-Zc/IMG_2370_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I liked the orange of the sign against the old architecture of this church.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglxIfWplI/AAAAAAAACx0/Y3pQ6g3sliw/s1600-h/IMG_2373%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2373" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssglxsn6EXI/AAAAAAAACx4/jxR8Zz5Sz0c/IMG_2373_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We took a drive up to Callaway Gardens one afternoon just before sunset. There's a look-out point and country store that serves really yummy food!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglyNw5EAI/AAAAAAAACx8/Z3PxpHri5WE/s1600-h/IMG_2390%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2390" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglypJCF4I/AAAAAAAACyA/9V0XbtXiAME/IMG_2390_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mama and Go-Go waiting patiently on the rest of us to finish looking at the look-out point! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglzHRCWcI/AAAAAAAACyE/3TD_kRwPNR0/s1600-h/IMG_2393%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2393" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SsglzlmmA2I/AAAAAAAACyI/g1UTbGHGKHM/IMG_2393_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pretty flowers at the entrance to the country store&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssgl0dstbMI/AAAAAAAACyM/5C2QkVdcRmw/s1600-h/IMG_2396%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2396" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssgl1IQ6IcI/AAAAAAAACyQ/39awfpPwx_k/IMG_2396_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everybody heading in for some dessert!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssgl1hXu2VI/AAAAAAAACyU/OMi0w5IsM-8/s1600-h/IMG_2395%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2395" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssgl2Xnf0LI/AAAAAAAACyY/oZO6Ey7ZldQ/IMG_2395_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was so homey inside! We got there a little before they closed so I didn't have near enough time to look at everything! No, Laura, I didn't get to read the labels on every jar and book, much to my chagrin!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssgl3JYFHxI/AAAAAAAACyc/p0zbpGrx1fQ/s1600-h/IMG_2401%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2401" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssgl3gQFIWI/AAAAAAAACyg/ycFQ4VGKxF0/IMG_2401_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssgl4iuAg2I/AAAAAAAACyo/qQBI2f03qPM/s1600-h/IMG_2402%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2402" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssgl5RMHPxI/AAAAAAAACys/G7uo1BwQr7Q/IMG_2402_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And that's only one side of the store! I had to put the camera away &amp;amp; eat my apple dumpling before they closed up shop and booted us out! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our visit was way too short, as always, but it was so good to spend some time with my Go-Go. Hopefully, the next visit won't be so far away!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6136229520305288000?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6136229520305288000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/10/georgia-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6136229520305288000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6136229520305288000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/10/georgia-on-my-mind.html' title='Georgia on my mind'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ssglq-6GAwI/AAAAAAAACxI/p42nJrnxO18/s72-c/IMG_2337_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2655609568377056296</id><published>2009-05-28T01:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:22:11.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have worms in my fridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;See them? There amongst the leftover Capri Sun &amp;amp; Honey Buns from our camping trip this weekend...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sh4ti_dKYaI/AAAAAAAACpQ/LIHwCE2hdZk/s1600-h/IMG_2192%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2192" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sh4tjQbILNI/AAAAAAAACpU/pFVB_QMq6dE/IMG_2192_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is so wrong. Please forgive me, Mama! But my man must have fresh worms for reelin' in those big beauties!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sh4tj8r9GvI/AAAAAAAACpY/J94af6HMAiU/s1600-h/IMG_2201%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2201" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sh4tkex9G5I/AAAAAAAACpc/WV1TYheCCkw/IMG_2201_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ick! Let's keep the lid on shall we? Hey Honey...don't you wanna go drown some worms? Please??!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-2655609568377056296?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2655609568377056296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-worms-in-my-fridge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2655609568377056296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2655609568377056296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-worms-in-my-fridge.html' title='I have worms in my fridge'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sh4tjQbILNI/AAAAAAAACpU/pFVB_QMq6dE/s72-c/IMG_2192_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6873366355864373625</id><published>2009-05-19T17:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:04:20.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years of the best Blessing ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On this day 2 years ago, I married the sweetest cutie pie ever. Around this time, my bridesmaids and I were in an upstairs room of the church getting dressed and putting finishing touches on our makeup. I can't believe it's already been 2 years!! It's absolutely flown by! In honor of this momentous day in mine and my hubby's life, I thought I'd post some favorite shots from our special day. I hope you enjoy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me &amp;amp; my bridesmaids eating at Strawn's before going to the salon for hair &amp;amp; makeup. All of us are &lt;em&gt;sans&lt;/em&gt; makeup! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsI610WDI/AAAAAAAACks/lLSYFlGfkkc/s1600-h/DSCN0455_1%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSCN0455_1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsJT6-R8I/AAAAAAAACkw/vun0GnNajVA/DSCN0455_1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hair in progress and seeing my bouquet for the first time! Daddy &amp;amp; his brother, Greg, in the background&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsKFTBkAI/AAAAAAAACk0/abL6GDt6bHU/s1600-h/DSCN0468_1%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSCN0468_1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsKkPHK1I/AAAAAAAACk4/gh749tudnqY/DSCN0468_1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hair and makeup is done! Now on to the church!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsLCMYgjI/AAAAAAAACk8/AHV_Wag_8xQ/s1600-h/DSCN0510_1%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSCN0510_1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsL4G9cHI/AAAAAAAAClA/9ZFkDVFVNzI/DSCN0510_1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me and my sis with our Dad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsMljQttI/AAAAAAAAClE/vxe5VNEmSG8/s1600-h/DSC_0145%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0145" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsM4hgy0I/AAAAAAAAClI/QwJi4qlzy3U/DSC_0145_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me with Mama&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsNdwsRmI/AAAAAAAAClM/LazLALpA2xk/s1600-h/DSC_0149%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0149" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsONxht8I/AAAAAAAAClQ/C1G7ZoylX9M/DSC_0149_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My goofy bridesmaids (Katherine does not have to go to the bathroom--she was&amp;nbsp; just showing off her pregnant belly!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsO6QlCeI/AAAAAAAAClU/G72ECyICstE/s1600-h/DSC_0160%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0160" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsPTvkpII/AAAAAAAAClY/OqFutC6jSjE/DSC_0160_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the stage setting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsQJI_eiI/AAAAAAAAClc/ySzf4zoI-n4/s1600-h/DSC_0169%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0169" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsQvileoI/AAAAAAAAClg/ojkDLo9G6Zs/DSC_0169_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;walking down the aisle&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsQz4sEDI/AAAAAAAAClk/XadaqWrVENQ/s1600-h/DSC_0199%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0199" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsRdUmfqI/AAAAAAAAClo/22v_PcETHsY/DSC_0199_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love this shot!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsR1zeRVI/AAAAAAAACls/YVAvwc4Qp-Y/s1600-h/DSC_0198%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0198" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsS2GQddI/AAAAAAAAClw/LRzyGNKYuUM/DSC_0198_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our ring-bearer :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsTX4MjlI/AAAAAAAACl0/y7hSelGuE4Q/s1600-h/DSC_0193%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0193" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsTjv6VoI/AAAAAAAACl4/_GM3C1IIWiI/DSC_0193_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;saying our vows&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsUQJuzDI/AAAAAAAACl8/LIdwVWZZH6k/s1600-h/DSC_0237%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="DSC_0237" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsU5uVbGI/AAAAAAAACmA/lsnBIgMcHXg/DSC_0237_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;having fun at the reception (which was on the veranda of a Barbecue restaurant!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsVUeL3II/AAAAAAAACmE/P11OoDtrwKQ/s1600-h/BLAIR0524%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="BLAIR0524" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsV8PUN6I/AAAAAAAACmI/EB4MkhWe9bQ/BLAIR0524_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;about to get my garter yanked ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsWdJHEAI/AAAAAAAACmM/YbvzraGjtCM/s1600-h/BLAIR491%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="BLAIR491" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsW-oO3aI/AAAAAAAACmQ/7Upqu5tH94U/BLAIR491_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;throwing the bouquet...Nathan's sis, Courtney (in black &amp;amp; white) caught it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsXZVmS4I/AAAAAAAACmU/LB6iY9KmLkU/s1600-h/BLAIR0496%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="BLAIR0496" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsX1thqpI/AAAAAAAACmY/L_sw457JV8A/BLAIR0496_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;our First Dance (please excuse the liquor banner in the background, that was an uh-oh on the restaurant's part!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsYXKzZoI/AAAAAAAACmc/GK0adlas9vQ/s1600-h/BLAIR498%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="BLAIR498" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsYshiKiI/AAAAAAAACmg/GsFNtVcL03k/BLAIR498_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;walking in the field behind the restaurant...one of my favorites!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsZNtWO2I/AAAAAAAACmk/891jgRvlJMk/s1600-h/blairaart%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="blairaart" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsZoyXjFI/AAAAAAAACmo/tlCZ9cSxFKA/blairaart_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;leaving the reception&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsaIPs4UI/AAAAAAAACms/dtmlBGs-8m4/s1600-h/BLAIR545%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="BLAIR545" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsasVX6OI/AAAAAAAACmw/uwsf-RRQydg/BLAIR545_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;one last shot with friends who are more like family!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsbH0xtxI/AAAAAAAACm0/cyfzyfNE218/s1600-h/BLAIR0549%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="BLAIR0549" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsbgFw0jI/AAAAAAAACm4/Lw8HK2i3sZc/BLAIR0549_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had such a beautiful and fun wedding! Thank you to all our friends who helped out so much! Nathan, I love you forever!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6873366355864373625?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6873366355864373625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-years-of-best-blessing-ever.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6873366355864373625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6873366355864373625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-years-of-best-blessing-ever.html' title='2 Years of the best Blessing ever!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShMsJT6-R8I/AAAAAAAACkw/vun0GnNajVA/s72-c/DSCN0455_1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-465150799268032128</id><published>2009-05-18T11:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:54:00.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last Thursday, May 14, Nathan turned 27! He's as old as me now!! A fact that he does &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; like and frequently reminds me that I'll always be older than him, even if it is only by &lt;em&gt;9 months&lt;/em&gt;! Ha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had a very low-key celebration since it was a Thursday and Nathan had school that afternoon in Ruston. I cooked supper and a chocolate Butterfinger cake and we had our good friends P &amp;amp; K over to eat with us. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before we ate, Nathan opened his cards from family and his gift from me. He's intently reading some sweet sentiments...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGRtRVjOLI/AAAAAAAACis/WfL6mYx3iTE/s1600-h/IMG_2126%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2126" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQGM2VKLI/AAAAAAAACiw/fEUkmED5pUg/IMG_2126_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nathan requested to eat his dinner on the "Red Plate." It was a wedding gift from some friends of Nathan's dad. It came with a marker to write each special occasion on the back. I think a birthday qualifies as a special occasion, don't you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQG-jxuYI/AAAAAAAACi0/qb16lSuayg4/s1600-h/IMG_2128%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2128" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQHAwSv8I/AAAAAAAACjA/6Q4jBnE2pys/IMG_2128_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After dinner, I pulled the cake out of the fridge... It's iced with Cool Whip and has crushed Butterfinger bars on top &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; between the layers. Not to mention the Sweetened Condensed milk and caramel ice cream topping that's mixed together and poured all over it. Yum! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQH9TthsI/AAAAAAAACjE/31P7o0WUBQM/s1600-h/IMG_2134%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2134" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQIYzuTUI/AAAAAAAACjM/Fk-a3P-1hCw/IMG_2134_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had bought some fun, crazy candles for my sweetie. We put on all 27 and lit 'em up!!! It was so pretty, but the candles melted so fast! We had to hurry BIG TIME! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQI5KiPsI/AAAAAAAACjY/JW5ZshF2tYA/s1600-h/IMG_2136%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2136" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQJTMeWZI/AAAAAAAACjc/q698FsOz3wc/IMG_2136_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nathan turned 27 in a blaze of glory!! At least on the cake anyway! Happy Birthday, Babe! I love you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQJ2vwToI/AAAAAAAACjg/RwWiJuTF40g/s1600-h/IMG_2137%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2137" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQKYQhOpI/AAAAAAAACjw/O6jdaIh1IiA/IMG_2137_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-465150799268032128?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/465150799268032128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-birthday-boy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/465150799268032128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/465150799268032128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-birthday-boy.html' title='My Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/ShGQGM2VKLI/AAAAAAAACiw/fEUkmED5pUg/s72-c/IMG_2126_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6565837574489529168</id><published>2009-05-08T18:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:24:46.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Polka Dots make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A recent trip to Lowe's got me all excited about a new project idea. Rows and rows of gorgeous flowers had my heart beating fast. Then I saw the section overflowing with sweet potato vine. I've wanted some of this forever but never got any because it can get out of control and go &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;. We already have some ivy that goes its own way no matter how much we try to tame it! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, that day, when I laid my eyes on that bright green vine it called to me. Begged me to take it home. So, I gave in. I even had the perfect spot picked out for it in my mind...it would brighten up that little bare spot in the front window box so well. I knew I would need to attempt to contain it, though, and that's when the idea hit me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why not paint up a pot all cute? With a little spray paint action I could have it done in no time. Thus, the Polka Dot Pot was born!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got the 14" terra cotta pot and spray paint at Wal-Mart because, hey, it's cheaper than Lowe's!! Don't hate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_EFtTSKI/AAAAAAAACes/QJksrl3So2c/s1600-h/IMG_2061%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2061" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_Ep6gyNI/AAAAAAAACew/l8RGK9oaFYk/IMG_2061_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It took several coats of primer to get good coverage. That terra cotta soaks up paint like no tomorrow! Oh, and if you're gonna spray paint something, you have GOT to get one of these little trigger thingies. I learned that lesson after I couldn't feel my fingertip for 2 weeks the first time I sprayed something. True story. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_FBH7JtI/AAAAAAAACe0/va97dA69N14/s1600-h/IMG_2064%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2064" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_F5ZwWjI/AAAAAAAACe4/475brorkhCE/IMG_2064_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I made a polka dot template using my handy quilting mat (for the grid it provided) and used acrylic gloss paint for the dots. It says it's for indoor/outdoor use. We'll see how well it holds up...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_GG0ilLI/AAAAAAAACe8/vBbTijq4zms/s1600-h/IMG_2067%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2067" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_GyqThhI/AAAAAAAACfA/3tfdFymUv5Y/IMG_2067_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Traced my dots using a white paint pen (which was hard to find, by the way). My dots are a little wonky because the pot is curved and my pattern was, um, straight. Now I know for next time, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I almost forgot to tell you! I picked out this blue paint because I thought the bright green of the vine would look amazing against the blue. And I got it in a glossy sheen because, &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;, I love shiny stuff! However, I think I had to do like 20 million coats before you could even tell that it was glossy. Remember how I said the terra cotta soaks up paint? Yeah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_HfvkfHI/AAAAAAAACfE/q6F1A0a2I-o/s1600-h/IMG_2071%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2071" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_IGtkh4I/AAAAAAAACfI/3Xdzxs7KB2A/IMG_2071_thumb%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I filled in my dots with 2 coats of the glossy acrylic, let it dry overnight, and then hauled it outside for a little sealer action. 3 coats of High Gloss spray sealer later, and we were in business. Well, after it dried anyway. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;**this stool gets the pleasure of supporting most of my painting projects, hence the weird markings. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_I0bXo9I/AAAAAAAACfM/uWYKOjmeYts/s1600-h/IMG_2077%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2077" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_JQz5A2I/AAAAAAAACfQ/Io_5_zxGywI/IMG_2077_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Add some Miracle Gro potting soil, the sweet potato vine, and a &lt;a href="http://houseplants.suite101.com/article.cfm/kalanchoe_plant_care" target="_blank"&gt;kalanchoe&lt;/a&gt;, and voila! You've got yourself a bright little garden jewel! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_J2hwD_I/AAAAAAAACfU/lYqPCOOGRtA/s1600-h/IMG_2078%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2078" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_KjoG48I/AAAAAAAACfY/6yhF3QDCMkM/IMG_2078_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_LBKiIKI/AAAAAAAACfc/en0VUunbnzM/s1600-h/IMG_2084%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2084" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_L0r3mII/AAAAAAAACfg/ghslj7milsU/IMG_2084_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The kalanchoe is part of the succulent family. I can't wait 'til it's blooms open up!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_MfbWKnI/AAAAAAAACfk/k7AS1fRlQ80/s1600-h/IMG_2081%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2081" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_MmmVcJI/AAAAAAAACfo/XybG82fOG4Y/IMG_2081_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love this shot of our window box. Feels like I have my own little cottage garden! I really need to cut that silverleaf back though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_NSdmFHI/AAAAAAAACfs/AWuVAFxX01M/s1600-h/IMG_2085%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2085" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_N7xO4VI/AAAAAAAACfw/lTquj6xYpBc/IMG_2085_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nathan has had this rose bush for years. It's so pretty and is loaded with blooms every year. Smells divine!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_Oq6JHAI/AAAAAAAACf0/e8n4TmnAzJ0/s1600-h/IMG_2102%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2102" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_PahX1AI/AAAAAAAACf8/UHd9OoA-mLU/IMG_2102_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="360"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have a great day, everybody!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6565837574489529168?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6565837574489529168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/polka-dots-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6565837574489529168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6565837574489529168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/polka-dots-make-me-happy.html' title='Polka Dots make me happy'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SgS_Ep6gyNI/AAAAAAAACew/l8RGK9oaFYk/s72-c/IMG_2061_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-8736827894078976151</id><published>2009-05-04T12:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:00:03.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved by the blood, washed in the water</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On Easter Sunday, Nathan made the decision that he needed to be baptized. He had been studying all week in preparation for leading our Small Group in our study of Malachi. While studying, he had been reading about the temple priests who were doing the Lord's work with blemished hearts and motives. The Lord was angry with the priests for giving Him their second-best offerings and for not leading the people to serve the Lord with sincerity. Take a look at Malachi if you've never read it. The study of it has shown me just how easy it is to let myself become lazy with my service to the Lord!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After leading our small group, Nathan and I went down and participated in a wonderful service. Our good friends, K &amp;amp; P, had come to join us and our pastor, Bro. Scott, spoke about our Lord's death on the cross to pay for our sins. He spoke about the hope that we Christians have while walking this life because of Christ. When the time came for the altar call, Bro. Scott invited anyone that felt the need, to come down to the front and pray. Nathan headed down there, and later told me that he just felt like he had to go. He said that while he was praying, he remembered all the things he had learned while studying for class. And he felt that if he hadn't obeyed God by doing the one thing He asks us to do after accepting Him as our Savior (being baptized), then he was no better than those priests in Malachi!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A little background here: Nathan had accepted the Lord as his Savior while at a summer camp when he was a kid, but had no real discipleship or spiritual guidance at home. So, he grew up remembering the Lord kind of in the back of his mind until he joined the Air Force and moved here to Louisiana. He was never baptized after initially accepting Christ. After he had been here in La for a few years, Franklin Graham (Billy Graham's son), brought his ministry here for a Revival event at our local arena. Nathan, myself, my sister, and several of our friends all attended together. After a simple message from Franklin, there was an altar call. Nathan says he felt the draw to go down and recommit his life to the Lord and &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; start following Him, but he was hesitant. Fortunately, he whispered this hesitancy to my sister, and being the outgoing girl she is, she said, "Well, go on, and I'll go with you!" So down they went, and Nathan rededicated his life to the Lord. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, shortly after that experience, Nathan was deployed to Diego Garcia with the Air Force and, again, the opportunity for baptism slipped away. Life went on and a few years passed. Nathan would occasionally mention that he would like to be baptized, but I suppose it really wasn't in the forefront of either of our minds. Until Easter Sunday, 2009. That's when Nathan decided that the time had come. So, the arrangements were made, and the day for his baptism was set. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;April 26, 2009, 11:00 a.m. service! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My parents were there along with several of our friends (even a few watching on TV screens in the nursery!) to be witnesses to Nathan's obedience and to covenant to pray for him in his walk with the Lord. Of course, I was able to get a few pictures of his special day!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is Bro. Scott pointing out all the friends and family that were standing in the audience to support him! (Bro. Scott asks friends &amp;amp; family to stand during baptism so that the one up there in the dunking booth can see just how many people are promising to encourage &amp;amp; pray for them). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sf8q_TJzTjI/AAAAAAAACds/mTVsFUfFlRY/s1600-h/IMG_2028%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2028" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sf8q_vzy7qI/AAAAAAAACdw/SIbWG0Y46X8/IMG_2028_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="271"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Bro. Scott explaining the ordinance of baptism. Nathan is about to be washed in the water! With this act, he's publicly declaring that he has decided to follow Christ and that his old self is being buried (lowered into the water) and he is rising a new creation (coming up out of the water) to live a new life in Him. Praise God!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sf8rAXQkiTI/AAAAAAAACd0/BiAfCkx7kVc/s1600-h/IMG_2029%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_2029" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sf8rBHO9cOI/AAAAAAAACd4/5okn84J6A8Q/IMG_2029_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" height="271"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Congratulations, Honey! I'm so proud of you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Note: If you'd like to know more about what baptism is all about, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.baptisthistory.org/pamphlets/baptism.htm" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.sovgrace.net/baptism.htm" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-8736827894078976151?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8736827894078976151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/saved-by-blood-washed-in-water.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8736827894078976151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8736827894078976151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/05/saved-by-blood-washed-in-water.html' title='Saved by the blood, washed in the water'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Sf8q_vzy7qI/AAAAAAAACdw/SIbWG0Y46X8/s72-c/IMG_2028_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-8128976642563489574</id><published>2009-04-24T18:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:43:43.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never. Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My friend, Destiny, was so sweet and gave me an award! It's been a few weeks since she asked me to pick it up at her blog, but I'm nothing if not a procrastinator. Also, the nature of the award had me wanting to be able to showcase some type of crafty goodness when I told y'all about the award, but alas, my only project since Christmas is very small and more importantly, &lt;em&gt;not done&lt;/em&gt;. So, I decided that if I waited to post about this fun award until I had something to show for it, I would never get around to it. How's that for logic? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness, Destiny! Please accept my apologies for not putting it on here before now!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNL-XN6FI/AAAAAAAACZk/vic_iB1p79M/s1600-h/kreativ%20award%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" alt="kreativ award" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNMveR9KI/AAAAAAAACZo/G2qGcj0mp4I/kreativ%20award_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" height="186"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;The rules of the award state that I should list 7 things that I love and then pass it on to 7 deserving bloggers. Obviously, I love my family, God, and my sugar-pie husband so instead of getting really deep or serious, I thought I'd do a picture list of things that make me smile. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Our sweet puppy, Buster&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNNCimoMI/AAAAAAAACZs/qyh55zBfTvE/s1600-h/IMG_0569%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0569" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNNgN3lhI/AAAAAAAACZw/kyh_7Mfluzs/IMG_0569_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; The robin's nest on our back porch. She built it and then abandoned it (maybe she's camera shy?) but I loved watching her work!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNOR59mmI/AAAAAAAACZ0/PT9gMvVc2TU/s1600-h/IMG_1804%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1804" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNO-EsguI/AAAAAAAACZ4/zaHlpe9LVR0/IMG_1804_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; The pretty pinwheel I got from Hobby Lobby. Look closely and you might be able to see rain drops falling!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNPjJp4ZI/AAAAAAAACZ8/tNggTefIf8g/s1600-h/IMG_1755%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1755" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNQBn3O2I/AAAAAAAACaA/BUUKHAGg2Ws/IMG_1755_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; The amaryllis in our backyard garden. It's gorgeous!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNQ1aZ5QI/AAAAAAAACaE/_5_cWz6Trrw/s1600-h/IMG_1961%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1961" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNSLpeb-I/AAAAAAAACaI/pUKAt78s50c/IMG_1961_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; The Martha Stewart Everyday collection soap dispenser that I got for &lt;em&gt;5 bucks&lt;/em&gt; at K-Mart. I was so excited 'cause those things are usually like $10 or$12! Why that is, I have no idea...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNSltrOcI/AAAAAAAACaM/OeH_ewBmlAk/s1600-h/IMG_1977%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1977" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNTD7d-BI/AAAAAAAACaQ/TnAAzLnEhvA/IMG_1977_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; The bird feeder on the back porch. I love watching the little birdies out the bathroom &amp;amp; kitchen windows. They're greedy though, I just filled that sucker up 2 days ago!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNTqwhOJI/AAAAAAAACaU/D-ElfC1zT_U/s1600-h/IMG_1973%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1973" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNUKK1oLI/AAAAAAAACaY/QuUwC74HN6c/IMG_1973_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Ladies, this stuff is AWESOME!! Nathan even loves it! Click on the picture so you can read the name of it and then go getcha some! It has little scrubby beads in it, and when you rub it between your hands to lather, it instantly warms up! So yummy! Feels like a miniature spa visit, right in your own shower. Oh, and it really makes my acne scars look smoother, too! Yes, Aveeno, you're welcome for the free product endorsement. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNUjatezI/AAAAAAAACac/CODlpyYG3kM/s1600-h/IMG_1983%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1983" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNVRI8QnI/AAAAAAAACag/pvnyn_OltY0/IMG_1983_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" height="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, now I'm supposed to pass this on to 7 Kreativ bloggers. Here goes...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://militarywifeproudly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Laura (my little sis)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://polkadotsandpaisleysembroidery.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://lullabiesandlacecrochet.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://reflectionsbysharron.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sharron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://davidjessicamccash.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://zackamyzayde.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://brinoahslittleworld.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Come and get 'em, girls! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-8128976642563489574?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8128976642563489574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-late-than-never-right.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8128976642563489574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8128976642563489574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-late-than-never-right.html' title='Better late than never. Right?'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SfJNMveR9KI/AAAAAAAACZo/G2qGcj0mp4I/s72-c/kreativ%20award_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7057565758316380861</id><published>2009-02-19T12:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:10:46.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If it hadn't been for the cold, we might've done some good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Several weekends ago (the day of Jessica's visitation for my local buds), Nathan and I woke up really early and headed out to a fishin' hole that he'd heard was really hot. As in, the fish were biting really well, because it was definitely &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; hot outside! It was super cold and we both had on ski masks and hunting jumpsuits. It was definitely not my best fashion moment but to be honest, I didn't even care! I was &lt;em&gt;COLD&lt;/em&gt;, y'all. Even with all my garb on, the ride out to our destination was mind-numbing. Seriously, you know how when you eat ice cream too fast, you get brain freeze? That's what my poor forehead felt like the whole ride there. Like a million tiny ice picks all flying at my skin at the same time. That wind cut right through the dinky little ski mask I was wearing. And don't even get me started on the hunting gloves of Nathan's that I was wearing. Ha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once we got there and got set up, the wind wasn't so bad. It was blowing just enough for Nathan to have to keep his foot on the trolling motor pedal. I brought my camera in hopes of getting some good action or nature shots, but my hands were so dang cold I was afraid to get it out of the case! I just knew I would fumble around too much and drop it or something. I've never been what anyone would call &lt;em&gt;graceful&lt;/em&gt;. So anyway, we set up the crappie (read: croppy) poles and had about 8 poles going across the front of the boat. Nathan has these cool crappie rig things that hold 4 poles at a time so you get maximum bite-age. Yeah, I know that's not a word, but it sounded good when I thought of it. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We, along with about 5 other boats, calmly sat in our fishin' chairs waiting for a bite while the wind rocked us gently around the cove. After we had waited a while, we waited some more. Needless to say, the fishin' hole was not hot that day! I think we ended up catching 2 or 3 really small crappie (which we threw back) and a few of our own lines. Towards the end, I started getting antsy, so I decided to be brave and get out the camera. Thankfully, my hands had thawed some and I was fairly confident that the camera wouldn't go flying out of my fingers into the beautiful Louisiana river water. **I hope you all know I'm being sarcastic about the water. It's not beautiful at all, unless you're enamored of Ovaltine.**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ended up getting a few decent shots, but nothing spectacular. However, in keeping with the tradition of posting pictures along with words, I'll show you what I got. Try to keep in mind that we don't get beautiful winters down here in LA. We get gray and brown foliage along a muddy river mixed with a little haze in the air from the humidity. And said humidity always seems to be trying to decide if it should freeze or rain. That's right, we have noticeable humidity even in the winter. Lucky ones, aren't we? With that in mind, here you go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the many stands of grass, weeds, whatever, that grow along the rock-wall jetties &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2tfUY12XI/AAAAAAAACL8/ZN4z2-TpsoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1029[8].jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="267" alt="IMG_1029" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rfjqhAbI/AAAAAAAACMA/nVIvKegm9b0/IMG_1029_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of our bait, otherwise known as minnows, scrambling to be the last one picked for the team&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rgQRhIHI/AAAAAAAACMI/SO7SYG3v9Ug/s1600-h/IMG_1031[8].jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="267" alt="IMG_1031" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rgw5xy2I/AAAAAAAACMM/7zo_hT4KA00/IMG_1031_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lonesome little buoy, just hangin' out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rhanvTKI/AAAAAAAACMQ/pFS1EzssqDU/s1600-h/IMG_1057[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="IMG_1057" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rhnfSdPI/AAAAAAAACMc/bVCXnypg2Fo/IMG_1057_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, in all my get-up, helping hubby load up the boat. What? You can't find me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2riT0XImI/AAAAAAAACMg/GWg6_opRGoc/s1600-h/IMG_1060[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="IMG_1060" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2ri0IuSxI/AAAAAAAACMo/kIyenuM6VxU/IMG_1060_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? Here I am!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rjZ2LqEI/AAAAAAAACM4/TF-xp62pd70/s1600-h/IMG_1062[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="267" alt="IMG_1062" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rjwTsKpI/AAAAAAAACM8/2FcvrVlZEi0/IMG_1062_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the post wouldn't be complete without a pic of my favorite fisherman! He's so cute! Muah, Sweetie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rkeuWhuI/AAAAAAAACNE/POA-GdfyTuY/s1600-h/IMG_1063[7].jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="267" alt="IMG_1063" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rlOncbRI/AAAAAAAACNI/Ad-ErDaklV8/IMG_1063_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Til next time...Y'all have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7057565758316380861?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7057565758316380861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-it-hadn-been-for-cold-we-might-done.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7057565758316380861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7057565758316380861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-it-hadn-been-for-cold-we-might-done.html' title='If it hadn&amp;#39;t been for the cold, we might&amp;#39;ve done some good'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZ2rfjqhAbI/AAAAAAAACMA/nVIvKegm9b0/s72-c/IMG_1029_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6437402691999250212</id><published>2009-02-18T16:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:31:15.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Color in bloom</title><content type='html'>Look what my sweet hubby gave me for Valentine's Day! He showed up at my work with these pretty flowers and lunch from Subway! I was so surprised...I was just sitting there charting and all of a sudden I hear a knock on the nursery window. When I opened the door, he peeked around the corner and said "Happy Valentine's Day!" It made my day! But the poor thing was embarrassed 'cause when I gave him a kiss, my head nurse stuck her head in the room and said something like, "Oooh, look who's gettin' some sugar!" Nathan's face turned so red and he didn't stay long after that. Ha! I guess that's why he's not too fond of coming up to my work, all the older ladies like to tease him! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll never believe it, but the flowers are still going strong! I've added more water to them once and they seem to show no signs of fading just yet! Nathan asked the florist to add a calla lily to the arrangement since he knows they're my favorite flower. Wasn't that sweet? I thought so! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sittin' pretty in the afternoon sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304265257449399922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZyJJgC3pnI/AAAAAAAACKo/iDXZEDKFsUE/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this little glittered heart just the sweetest? It reminded me of candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304265945590070722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZyJxjkY_cI/AAAAAAAACKw/a8NcZQLJiwI/s400/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet little details on the basket...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304266768351073794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZyKhcl5lgI/AAAAAAAACK4/JjY-55jm-hM/s400/IMG_1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a beautiful flower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304267645628022562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZyLUgtBfyI/AAAAAAAACLA/fq6L04X0olE/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a beautiful day, Y'all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6437402691999250212?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6437402691999250212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/color-in-bloom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6437402691999250212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6437402691999250212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/color-in-bloom.html' title='Color in bloom'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZyJJgC3pnI/AAAAAAAACKo/iDXZEDKFsUE/s72-c/IMG_1368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2773910609014595261</id><published>2009-02-10T15:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:35:54.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>50mm Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm loving playing around with my camera! I thought I'd share a few random pics taken with my 50mm lens. It makes everything look good, no thanks to me! Oh, and I took the button header pic with it, too! Enjoy! By the way, these are &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; random, ha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzCIqwDpI/AAAAAAAACJc/d9Ar5IQwdSA/s1600-h/IMG_1357%5B23%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="IMG_1357" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzCQQ_PCI/AAAAAAAACJg/VnRRFf0DFq8/IMG_1357_thumb%5B21%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzCxMktTI/AAAAAAAACJk/i1z1mzZ3s_E/s1600-h/IMG_1359%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="IMG_1359" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzDsWuAyI/AAAAAAAACJo/atjj70Zy7B4/IMG_1359_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzEpveWBI/AAAAAAAACJs/QCXZ9X9bztA/s1600-h/IMG_1345%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="IMG_1345" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzFCgZFaI/AAAAAAAACJw/GdSXm4Cp5SM/IMG_1345_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzFmesndI/AAAAAAAACJ0/wD1GlzHCBz4/s1600-h/IMG_1262%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="IMG_1262" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzF8AW64I/AAAAAAAACJ4/Uer4noN7bcE/IMG_1262_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzGZmDlGI/AAAAAAAACJ8/_Udo36SaCS4/s1600-h/IMG_1261%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="IMG_1261" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzNwkeqvI/AAAAAAAACKE/psSahAfh5iw/IMG_1261_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzOFRJPLI/AAAAAAAACKI/p0QTWmqdhxg/s1600-h/IMG_1112%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="IMG_1112" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzOkrOlJI/AAAAAAAACKM/c1xGqSj9JUA/IMG_1112_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That's all for now! I'll talk to y'all again soon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-2773910609014595261?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2773910609014595261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/50mm-miscellaneous.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2773910609014595261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2773910609014595261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/50mm-miscellaneous.html' title='50mm Miscellaneous'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SZHzCQQ_PCI/AAAAAAAACJg/VnRRFf0DFq8/s72-c/IMG_1357_thumb%5B21%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-5612196838372357808</id><published>2009-02-05T13:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:45:38.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't seem to have much inspiration to blog lately, but I decided to play around with my blog look today. I wanted something brighter and more open-feeling and Cutest Blog on the Block always comes through! Oh, and what do you think of my header pic? Funny, huh? I probably won't keep that up there very long but hey, it's different, right? Well, y'all have a great day and I'll see ya sometime soon. Gotta go run some errands! Bye now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-5612196838372357808?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5612196838372357808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-seem-to-have-much-inspiration-to.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5612196838372357808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5612196838372357808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-seem-to-have-much-inspiration-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7264408160064553452</id><published>2009-01-27T18:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:03:05.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa, oh, oh, Lookin' out my back door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We have been invaded around here! Our backyard is always full of little birds fighting over the bird feeder and squirrels rooting around in the grass. I have such a great time watching those little birdies flit around and run here and there! They're so active &amp;amp; inquisitive! Just look how cute they are! And be sure to click on the pics to get a better look!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;They spend a lot of time fighting for space on the suet feeder! A fresh suet cake draws a big crowd!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-ggYjrh2I/AAAAAAAACGs/HtZt8qzGXWc/s1600-h/IMG_0893%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0893" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-ggzaxUyI/AAAAAAAACGw/11kd9r8eU0w/IMG_0893_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-ghUDA4uI/AAAAAAAACG0/38O9bGW8TPI/s1600-h/IMG_0901%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0901" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-ghgmfoII/AAAAAAAACG4/9x-e-6SMzc4/IMG_0901_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-giHDYSkI/AAAAAAAACG8/SUPtGeo5iRg/s1600-h/IMG_0908%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="IMG_0908" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-giYxU2VI/AAAAAAAACHA/jcyCI3luDa0/IMG_0908_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;See? So inquisitive!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gi8g4rSI/AAAAAAAACHE/PH70vW5L4tE/s1600-h/IMG_0917%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0917" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gjffcclI/AAAAAAAACHI/D0fQISmyeJ8/IMG_0917_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look! A pretty little dove coming to check out the little hidden water bowl I set out for the critters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gj8K_5-I/AAAAAAAACHM/RW7-Kgd0moM/s1600-h/IMG_0922%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0922" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gkAK8dsI/AAAAAAAACHQ/dLBa5MA8LPg/IMG_0922_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gknoYgTI/AAAAAAAACHU/ml7eDLZWWC8/s1600-h/IMG_0924%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0924" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-glXIYgEI/AAAAAAAACHY/OoWtgTAo8o0/IMG_0924_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I think my favorites are the cute little squirrels with their fat white bellies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gmW70JwI/AAAAAAAACHc/1AZCrFM8L4Q/s1600-h/IMG_1207%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_1207" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gnJkXYxI/AAAAAAAACHg/G7XN-HnN1Pc/IMG_1207_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gng3kgDI/AAAAAAAACHk/bMX94mB3p2g/s1600-h/IMG_1204%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_1204" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-goEs5rlI/AAAAAAAACHo/1THtRnPy1G8/IMG_1204_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just at look at that little face! He (or she?) was scratchin' around in the dirt just past our back porch stoop. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-go1qqgXI/AAAAAAAACHs/kvT9YxdmvS8/s1600-h/IMG_1239%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_1239" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gpaGpYyI/AAAAAAAACHw/2PWb_oXpMN4/IMG_1239_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gqdqHq2I/AAAAAAAACH0/wPOXaRMxtkk/s1600-h/IMG_1240%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_1240" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-grSjsbII/AAAAAAAACH4/41StB9A3xXY/IMG_1240_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gsTP7PnI/AAAAAAAACH8/nsd53tJcvDw/s1600-h/IMG_1241%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_1241" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gsi3cT4I/AAAAAAAACIA/dB-byY7slek/IMG_1241_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;See where he scratched up the dirt? Not sure what he was lookin' for, but I thought it was neat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-gtm5NpbI/AAAAAAAACIE/YA5R5bxsEq0/s1600-h/IMG_1242%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_1242" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-guKXmWRI/AAAAAAAACII/Pdj3NbDICJw/IMG_1242_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope you enjoyed meeting my little friends! What's in your backyard?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7264408160064553452?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7264408160064553452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoa-oh-oh-lookin-out-my-back-door.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7264408160064553452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7264408160064553452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoa-oh-oh-lookin-out-my-back-door.html' title='Whoa, oh, oh, Lookin&amp;#39; out my back door...'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SX-ggzaxUyI/AAAAAAAACGw/11kd9r8eU0w/s72-c/IMG_0893_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6721631109462926176</id><published>2009-01-19T09:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:32:41.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." Matthew 5:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't quite know what to say this morning. Our beloved pastor, Bro. Scott Teutsch, and his family lost their precious daughter, Jessica, to a car crash Thursday morning. She was on her way to student teach at a middle school in Texas when another driver crossed the center line and hit her car. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I can't wrap my head around the fact that Jessica is really gone from us. It's not real that I won't see her singing with the praise team at church. It's not real that we'll never pass in the hallway and she'll never give me that shy, bright smile again. My heart aches for her family and the friends that loved her so much. We all loved Jessica. Her sweet, gentle spirit and quiet strength compelled us to do so. That was evident at her memorial service, which was filled almost to capacity with people who loved her. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Her family is a strong one, their faith in God tangible. Jessica was, as one of the ministers said, a humble &amp;amp; quiet servant. She learned that from her parents and took it to heart. And, as Bro. Aaron so eloquently said, her life was not lived in vain. In serving others, she served our Lord. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I left her memorial service with a sober heart asking God to reveal to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; ways to serve others. I don't want to have lived my life in vain. When the time comes for my memorial service, I want to be remembered for the difference I made in the lives of those I encountered. Not a huge, attention-getting difference. Just a difference that feels personal to each one. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;So, this is the hope that we have in Christ. That even though our lives on earth will end, we will yet live to worship the Lord forever in Heaven. Faith in Christ and a desire to make him our &lt;em&gt;personal &lt;/em&gt;Lord is all that he requires of us. Jessica is gone from us for a time, but I take comfort in the fact that the moment she drew her last breath in a mangled car in Texas, she sang her first note of praise in Heaven. I pray that all of you who read this also have that hope in Jesus. If not, please feel free to e-mail me with questions. I don't have all the answers, but I am willing to search them out with you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Please pray for the Teutsch family. Though they know their sweet girl is in Heaven, they are still human and will be going through a hard time adjusting to life without her. I want to leave you all with a favorite verse of Jessica's that really spoke to me at her memorial service...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 8: 38-39&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In loving memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Jessica Elise Teutsch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 27, 1987 ~ January 15, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6721631109462926176?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6721631109462926176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-memory.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6721631109462926176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6721631109462926176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-memory.html' title='In memory'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-8693788925723653550</id><published>2009-01-12T15:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:39:41.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days late, as usual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been such a lazy blogger! I haven't posted in weeks and I've just barely managed to make the rounds of keeping up with everybody else! I suppose I got caught up in all the Christmas craziness and work has been super-busy lately too. By the way, if you have any pregnant friends, you should probably go visit them in the hospital. I'm almost positive that every local pregnant woman has delivered in the last week...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at my hospital&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our Christmas was wonderful, the only thing that would have made it better is if my little sis &amp;amp; her husband had been with us. Don't worry though, she sent us a couple pictures that made it feel like she was there. Ok, so it didn't feel like she was there at all, the pictures just made us cry! Thanks a lot, Laura!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had Christmas with Mama &amp;amp; Daddy on Christmas Eve and ate way too much. Here's a few pics of us opening gifts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silly Daddy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4aM-Nm6I/AAAAAAAACCs/NiZvX7cFjPk/s1600-h/DSCN2293%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2293" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4aVq-eMI/AAAAAAAACCw/rm_N2uNWh0A/DSCN2293_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet smile, Mama!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4bJ29HlI/AAAAAAAACC0/kIUs948I9bQ/s1600-h/DSCN2294%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2294" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4bkCcYsI/AAAAAAAACC4/7h0J5fkNt3w/DSCN2294_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh-oh! He's hooked! (that's an ornament shaped like a fishing lure)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4cfPguPI/AAAAAAAACC8/9zBcaGJa5zE/s1600-h/DSCN2302%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2302" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4ctFA-yI/AAAAAAAACDA/ifXjBs9xS88/DSCN2302_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my necklace, Sissy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4dRj0dfI/AAAAAAAACDE/Cc1qYCpXjPA/s1600-h/DSCN2304%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2304" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4dyG_j4I/AAAAAAAACDI/aAYgYmvWncw/DSCN2304_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, on Christmas morning, Nathan and I couldn't wait to open our presents so we jumped out of bed at 5:30 a.m. and ran to the living room. Actually, I stumbled in there while Nathan was hollering enthusiastically for me to "get outta that bed!" He likes to be all happy and bouncy (translation: loud) in the mornings while I cringe at the sound of a light being switched on! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, we huddled on the couch together while Nathan read the story of Jesus' birth from Luke. We prayed and gave thanks for the bounty that God has blessed us with, and then we took turns opening our gifts. Nathan did an amazing job with my gifts. Thank you Sweetie! He got me a gray peacoat that is so cute, an electric Dewalt hand sander (sometimes a girl needs her own tools), and....are you ready for this?...a Canon EOS 50d SLR camera with 2 zoom lenses!!! Ahhhhhh! I cried when I opened it. I had fallen in serious like with my friend Martha's 50d and told Nathan that was the only thing on my Christmas list. Well, we talked about it and decided that since it was not a cheap camera, that we would wait and save for it. So, I had my mind all set that I was not getting the camera for at least 6 months and I tried to shove it to the back of my mind. When I opened up that box and saw it sitting there, I was completely overwhelmed and blubbered out a heart-felt thank you on my sweet husband's shoulder. My Dad chipped in on the camera,too, so I was sure to tell him thank you when we went over for Christmas dinner!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Needless to say, we had tons of fun playing with it that day. I think I have about 100 pictures of each of my living room's decorations since I was playing with all the different settings. We went out to the waterfowl reserve on the Air Force Base and took lots of pictures of the ducks milling around out there. Nathan likes the camera just as much as me, he would hardly let me have it while we were out at the reserve! Check out some of the neat pics we got, or should I say, shot? :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's go, Ashlie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4eX-e1vI/AAAAAAAACDM/YPNh4rcQd74/s1600-h/IMG_0110%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="IMG_0110" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4ewhYGmI/AAAAAAAACDQ/SL-c8Y-o7WQ/IMG_0110_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every hunter's home away from home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4fq07qnI/AAAAAAAACDU/L9OeneDx4Es/s1600-h/IMG_0132%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0132" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4f53FLgI/AAAAAAAACDY/3HXikg44Qko/IMG_0132_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at that sunshine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4gSkrUyI/AAAAAAAACDc/GlcScRLfO0g/s1600-h/IMG_0136%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0136" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4gm8Qx8I/AAAAAAAACDg/YdpVVUzQIUo/IMG_0136_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We spooked them a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4hlENHfI/AAAAAAAACDk/ecgDQ6Q5Nag/s1600-h/IMG_0208%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0208" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4iJzFuvI/AAAAAAAACDo/6O0IE7oosHs/IMG_0208_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birds of a feather flock together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4i4553SI/AAAAAAAACDs/ak5ZMxkgbp4/s1600-h/IMG_0213%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0213" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4jYwKmoI/AAAAAAAACDw/wIO97b0j664/IMG_0213_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flyin' high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4j5vWKzI/AAAAAAAACD0/BmWlDcSEE0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0155%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="IMG_0155" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4kmgGzaI/AAAAAAAACD4/d_CSeacgGRk/IMG_0155_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Handsome pose, Baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4lLKo6cI/AAAAAAAACD8/NreGBeQ-hog/s1600-h/IMG_0199%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="IMG_0199" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4ldVei0I/AAAAAAAACEA/ESE_bz13EVk/IMG_0199_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A trail less traveled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4muJeMkI/AAAAAAAACEE/n4cPPXni9-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0143%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="IMG_0143" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4nBwm3UI/AAAAAAAACEI/amPu1BKJk4c/IMG_0143_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm lovin' my new camera! I'm half-way through the instruction manual (yes, I'm one of those nerds) and I play with it every chance I get. Oh, and is it just me, or does anyone else feel like they should have pretty nails when they handle a pretty camera? I've painted my nails &lt;strong&gt;three times&lt;/strong&gt; since I got it. I just feel like my hands should be pretty to match the camera! I know, I'm weird. Oh well, at least I'm a weirdo with pretty paws! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope all of you had wonderful Christmases. I just took our decorations down this week! Ha! I put them up late, so I felt like they needed to stay up a little later too. Y'all have a great day now, ya hear?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-8693788925723653550?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8693788925723653550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-days-late-as-usual.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8693788925723653550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8693788925723653550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2009/01/few-days-late-as-usual.html' title='A few days late, as usual...'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SWu4aVq-eMI/AAAAAAAACCw/rm_N2uNWh0A/s72-c/DSCN2293_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-1382832009309906795</id><published>2008-12-24T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:51:03.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, Y'all! Things at my house are still going full speed in preparation for Christmas dinner and dinner with my folks tonight. I hope you too are anticipating a wonderful Christmas with your families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, the out-of-town packages have been sent and all the remaining gifts are wrapped &amp;amp; hanging out under the tree. The last couple of weeks have been a blur of crazy-business at work, decorating for Christmas, and finding something special for all my loved ones. This year, instead of spending tons of money and breaking the bank to buy gifts, I tried to remember that how much you love someone is not measured by how much you spend on them. This was hard for me because I feel the need to lavish lots of presents on everyone! But, I'm trying to keep in mind that Christmas is not supposed to focus on the number of boxes and bags under the tree! In that spirit, I fashioned several handmade gifts for a few of the people on my list. Y'all, I hope you like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make a last-minute run to Wal-Mart for provisions, so I'll say goodbye for now. Take the time this evening and tomorrow to truly cherish the loved ones around you. Thank the Lord for sending His son to be born in a manger so that we might live in mansions. Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-1382832009309906795?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1382832009309906795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-yall-things-at-my-house.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1382832009309906795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1382832009309906795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-yall-things-at-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6942283009412620374</id><published>2008-12-05T23:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:31:58.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe mice aren't always icky</title><content type='html'>Remember how in one of my recent posts I told you all that I'm having fun with felt these days? Well, today I got to visit with my new-found friend for a good chunk of creative craft time. And since it is the Christmas season, what better to make than an ornament? Nothing, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also helped that I needed an ornament for an o-swap (sorry, tired of typing "ornament") that was occurring &lt;em&gt;tonight&lt;/em&gt;. At a Bunco party. A game that I have only heard of in passing, yet not ever participated in. Which was actually really fun and not too taxing on my strategy-deficient brain. If I have to think about more than one or two things at a time while playing a game, then forget it. If I have to think about those things &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and-be-quick-about-it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Nah. I might as well hang it up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I spent a chunk of my time today with my friends the needle and thread. Oh, how I love them! My sweet hubby actually came up with the idea for this ornament. I asked him on Thursday night, "Sweetie, I want to make an ornament for the Bunco party but I don't know what shape I should make. What do you think?" At this point, I expected a glassy stare and a "Huh?" To my surprise, however, he immediately spouted, "I think you should make a mouse. Holding a chocolate chip cookie." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wha??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genius, darlin', just genius! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I commenced to fashioning a big, fat mouse holding a chocolate chip cookie. And since it IS the Christmas season, which abounds in all things sparkly, I made his belly out of white felt covered in glitter. Which you will probably not be able to see in the ensuing photos. Oh, well. Just use your imagination. Or go look at the felt display at Hobby Lobby. Whichever is easiest for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without further ado, here is "Sweet Cheese".....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her whiskers are floral wire painted black! Thanks for the idea, &lt;a href="http://www.militarywifeproudly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sis&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276556999275025682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SToYomrjlRI/AAAAAAAABn0/kZdkxOvCu4E/s320/DSCN2227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back view, with a little surprise....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276557486624209650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SToZE-Mp-vI/AAAAAAAABn8/aLj3dX0EyWU/s320/DSCN2228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;em&gt;ONLY&lt;/em&gt; mouse allowed in my kitchen. How do you think she snitched that cookie in the first place? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276557896699046898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SToZc12Ha_I/AAAAAAAABoE/JY6RN6pvOHk/s320/DSCN2231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What she's made of:&lt;/strong&gt; embossed felt, pillow stuffing, blanket stitching (love it 'cause it's so versatile!), one big jingle bell on the inside (for some fun), two tiny pink buttons for eyes, and the aforementioned floral wire for whiskers. The pattern for the ball shape came from &lt;a href="http://grandrevivaldesign.typepad.com/"&gt;Grand Revival Designs&lt;/a&gt; (look in the sidebar under 'free patterns'). All other embellishments came from my crazy mind. Except for the whiskers, those were from Laura's crazy mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're all having fun getting ready for the Holiday! I still don't have a tree up but I. Will. Not. Stress. About. It. Nor will I stress about the fact that I only have 2 gifts bought. I always work better under pressure anyway! Ha! Have a great day, Y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6942283009412620374?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6942283009412620374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-mice-arent-always-icky.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6942283009412620374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6942283009412620374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-mice-arent-always-icky.html' title='Maybe mice aren&apos;t always icky'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SToYomrjlRI/AAAAAAAABn0/kZdkxOvCu4E/s72-c/DSCN2227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-9207187036407489141</id><published>2008-12-04T12:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:20:56.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really must have too much time on my hands!</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody! Guess what I'm doing right now? Sitting at home typing at you, that's what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually supposed to be working today, but I was put on call this morning. And I called work to see what the possibilities of me getting called in were, and they said it probably won't happen. Woo hoo! Although, if I did get called in, I would be making time and a half. So, it's good either way, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been playing around on the computer and I found the neatest thing! I get e-mails from Better Homes &amp;amp; Gardens about decorating ideas and projects. Through one of them, I found a little site where you can &lt;a href="http://http://snowflake.bhg.com/?sssdmh=dm17.349743&amp;amp;esrc=nwholdec23_09&amp;amp;email=1527722454"&gt;make your own virtual snowflake&lt;/a&gt;! It's so neat! And you can even add a Christmas message to it when you're done. If you want to go to the site and look up my snowflake, there's even a place to click on and find it! Ha! Who would've ever thought?! To find my flake, just type in my name (Ashlie, duh) and my location (Louisiana). Oh, and since I already looked it up, and saw that there's another "Ashlie from La", you might want to put in the first line of my message, which is "this was so fun!" There are already several million of them and it's so fun to look through them. Although I realize that nobody has enough time on their hands to look at 7 million snowflakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you make one, be sure to let me know so I can go admire your handiwork!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;****On a completely un-related note, &lt;a href="http://catherineholmanfolkart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catherine Holman, painter extraordinaire&lt;/a&gt;, is having a giveaway on her blog. She's giving away the cutest little Christmas Cupcake painting you ever did see. And just to give you a sneak peek, here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276032051407814642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STg7Mne8__I/AAAAAAAABnU/6D1k4Ht_BAY/s320/Gingerbread+Cupcake+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Head on over to her blog and enter to win. Or don't, because then I'll have a better chance of scoring it! Ha!&lt;br /&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/6418397182159399492-9207187036407489141?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/9207187036407489141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-must-have-too-much-time-on-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/9207187036407489141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/9207187036407489141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-must-have-too-much-time-on-my.html' title='I really must have too much time on my hands!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STg7Mne8__I/AAAAAAAABnU/6D1k4Ht_BAY/s72-c/Gingerbread+Cupcake+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7996675776444901802</id><published>2008-12-02T13:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:49:40.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back, December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, y'all, my blog is all decked out for the holidays, but my house has yet to get the same attention. Hopefully, that will change this evening. Hubby and I are gonna have chicken &amp;amp; sausage jambalaya for supper and then deck the halls. Should be fun with the local Christmas station playin' on the radio. And this year is going to be low-key as far as the tree goes. We had a real tree last year but decided not to get one this year. And I don't want to pay full price for a &lt;em&gt;faux&lt;/em&gt; one, so I'm going to wait until after the holidays and try to get one on sale. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't worry, though, we won't be completely tree-less. I have a topiary tree that I used in my wedding and I plan on sprucing it up for the season. I'm gonna try something different this year and make a Christmas vignette. I have a picture in my head of what I want it to look like. We'll see if I can bring it to life!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm just starting to get into the Christmas groove. I just can't bring myself to even think about Christmas until December actually gets here. I know lots of people start decorating in the middle of November, but well, that's not gonna happen in my house. Not with the procrastinate-itis I've had since birth. I'm doing good if I get the goodies up by mid-December! Oh well, it stays up 'til January anyway!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, since I don't have any Christmas pretties to show y'all yet, I thought I'd give you a peek at what's been inspiring me lately. Here's a little photo show-and-tell...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A 3-layer yellow cake with chocolate frosting and fall leaves sprinkles; recipe for the cake came from &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-i-found-it.html" target="_blank"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/a&gt;. Yum!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWPQVUoAtI/AAAAAAAABmc/H17qC7Z3QCw/s1600-h/DSCN2151%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2151" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRM-CTfZI/AAAAAAAABmg/N6c-JK08-aA/DSCN2151_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A cardinal ornament made from felt and corduroy. A jingle bell &amp;amp; a little stuffing on the inside give it a little pizzazz! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRNro9Q6I/AAAAAAAABmk/wD4fnU_n49Q/s1600-h/DSCN2158%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2158" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRN_aLuBI/AAAAAAAABmo/nPgxgYE-JM8/DSCN2158_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blanket stitching around the edges holds it together and double French knots give him his eyes. He was a gift for &lt;a href="http://polkadotsandpaisleysembroidery.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt;. I hope you like him!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWROXS1BNI/AAAAAAAABms/xza5jBuM6gU/s1600-h/DSCN2166%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2166" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWROhepLPI/AAAAAAAABmw/f4R-dTfEnqM/DSCN2166_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The ingredients for a new Christmas project!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRPTJ2ggI/AAAAAAAABm0/qmoMCk9MDB0/s1600-h/DSCN2195%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2195" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRPyN4R9I/AAAAAAAABm4/KB9c4cRqFIA/DSCN2195_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My sweet Mama made us an Advent Bag! You open a bag each night and it has a verse and some treats. Fun! Thanks, Mama!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRQnrWZXI/AAAAAAAABm8/IEjpVtgr14k/s1600-h/DSCN2207%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2207" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRRMm58-I/AAAAAAAABnA/QJLLBIs7sx0/DSCN2207_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm having fun with felt these days. The possibilities are endless with this stuff!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRR3avUPI/AAAAAAAABnE/Q-OTBsiXJX8/s1600-h/DSCN2218%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2218" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRSRQ3R5I/AAAAAAAABnI/km7bzMraNos/DSCN2218_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Buttons, and glitter, and beads, Oh My! What can I make next? I love stash-building!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRTUxLRRI/AAAAAAAABnM/wUI5pRqfAzk/s1600-h/DSCN2220%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2220" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRUFs08aI/AAAAAAAABnQ/3q6sujJ2YBk/DSCN2220_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have a lovely day, y'all! Now, I'm off to work on that Christmas project! Mmm, fun! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7996675776444901802?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7996675776444901802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-back-december.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7996675776444901802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7996675776444901802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-back-december.html' title='Welcome back, December!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/STWRM-CTfZI/AAAAAAAABmg/N6c-JK08-aA/s72-c/DSCN2151_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6233689488604196022</id><published>2008-11-26T23:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:52:28.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanksgiving to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like one too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273210240649812050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SS40xnPiWFI/AAAAAAAABlk/clajeUErtR4/s320/DSCN0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I hope y'all have a wonderful day full of food, family, and friends. Don't feel bad about eating too much. God knows it's a requirement on this day, and therefore waives the rule about not being a glutton. Just for one day, though. What you do with the leftovers is on &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; conscience, not mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That said...Eat! Drink (non-alcoholic drinks, of course)! And be merry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6233689488604196022?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6233689488604196022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-you-happy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6233689488604196022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6233689488604196022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-you-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SS40xnPiWFI/AAAAAAAABlk/clajeUErtR4/s72-c/DSCN0950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7143068315721661756</id><published>2008-11-23T17:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:01:52.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the kind of thing you only hear about happening to other people</title><content type='html'>My family and I were side-swiped by a HUGE blessing on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning started out normally, until I read my mom's text that said, "Ash, call me as soon as you get up. I have a problem I need advice for." I immediately thought, "this can't be good." I mean, what does my mom need advice from her daughter for? She's the one with all the wisdom, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I called her right away and she said there was something wrong with her eye. A floaty thing in her left eye that darted back and forth when she turned her head. And she'd been seeing the floaty thing for about a day. Uh. Oh. A floater? That could be really bad news. When I had my Lasik surgery back in April, the doctor told me to call &lt;em&gt;immediately&lt;/em&gt; if I ever saw any floaters because they can be a sign of retinal detachment. Which, hello! That can lead to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BLINDNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is she seeing a floater dart around in her eye, you ask? Well, she's had a monstrously bad sinus infection-slash-bronchitis for about a week now. And apparently she's been coughing hard enough to tear a hole in her retina! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, when she asked me to call my eye doctor and see if they could fit her in, I got right to it. The doctor's office agreed to work her in at 1:30 pm and I breathed a sigh of relief that she'd be seen that day. When I got there, my parents were already in the exam room with the doc and I came in on the tail-end of a conversation which contained the words, "Laser surgery...today...can not wait... must be done today...you came in early enough..." You get my drift? I think the doctor was adamant that it be taken care of that day, don't you? Oh, and in case you think I'm callus enough to show up late for such an important appointment, just know that my dad misunderstood the time I told them and my parents got there like 30 minutes early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the doc told her assistant to call the local state hospital's eye clinic and let them know that my mom was coming right over and needed to be seen ASAP. Except that nobody was answering the telephone at the state hospital's eye clinic. Maybe they were all out to lunch. Or maybe they decided to start the weekend a little early. It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; 2 pm on a Friday after all. Whatever the case was, the doctor eventually found out that the retinal specialist wouldn't even be there until Wednesday, which would clearly be too late. You know, seeing how my mom had a hole in her retina and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going right down the street to a privately practicing retinal specialist's office. And by private practice, I mean &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt;. Don't you love the medical field's code words? Anyway, we waited for what seemed like forever but really wasn't, only to find out that Mama did need laser surgery &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, we waited another forever while I tried to remember that they were fitting us in and all the other people there already had appointments. To make matters worse, there were absolutely NO magazines in any of the waiting rooms. Just some decorative books that looked like they came from the thrift store. But then, if you're there to see a retinal specialist, I guess you can't really read a magazine, huh? And I'm sure the doctor doesn't mind saving a penny or two on magazine subscriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swerving back from the sidetrack...the actual laser procedure took about 15-20 minutes and Mama said it just felt like somebody was thumping her lightly in the eye. Gotta love those numbing drops! We walked up to the front desk to check out and my Dad asked the dreaded question, "So will y'all send us a bill?" And do you know what that receptionist said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There will be no charge today, sir."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?!?! No charge? You mean, as in, we don't have to pay for the laser that just karate-kicked the hole in my mom's retina? For real?! &lt;strong&gt;Praise the Lord!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. We didn't have to pay a dime for that saint of a doctor's time and service. Apparently, he doesn't go to Mexico or overseas on mission trips and chooses instead to do his good deeds right here in our town. That came straight out of the receptionist's lips, y'all. And if I wasn't afraid of wackos knowing exactly where I live, I'd shout that retinal specialist's name all over this blog. Suffice it to say that, Dr. B, you are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next time you're questioning whether or not human kindness is just a fondly recalled myth, remember our story. And remember that even though they don't get front-page status very often, many followers of Jesus are still out there just trying to be His hands and feet in a really mean, uncaring world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who is generous will be blessed..." Proverbs 22:9a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7143068315721661756?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7143068315721661756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-kind-of-thing-you-only-hear.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7143068315721661756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7143068315721661756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-kind-of-thing-you-only-hear.html' title='This is the kind of thing you only hear about happening to other people'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7007085260297724193</id><published>2008-11-17T14:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:07:19.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! It's Kelly's Bloggy Baby Shower Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SSHO8EOA2OI/AAAAAAAABlU/NFD45TfT-x8/s1600-h/babyshower-350btn2%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="babyshower-350btn2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SSHO8xflIKI/AAAAAAAABlY/zRDaYlIVZKk/babyshower-350btn2_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennababe.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-love-kelly-baby-shower-edition.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jenna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.walkwithmebyfaith.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.lifeatsonicspeed.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; are throwing &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; a baby shower today and we're all invited! Click on the link to Jenna's blog to mingle with the attendees!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kelly's blog was one of the first ones I found when I started my own blog about a year ago. Her cute layout and fun personality had me hooked from the start! I've been keeping up with her almost daily since I found her (she updates way more frequently than I do!) because her blog is such a fun place to be! There are yummy recipes to try, super-cute outfits to see, sweet friends, and encouraging words from the Lord. Even in the midst of a very real and very emotionally draining struggle with infertility, Kelly kept her eyes on the Lord and her faith in Him was unwavering. She claimed Ephesians 3:20 as her promise from God, &lt;strong&gt;"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And we were all so ecstatic when she announced on her blog that she was, indeed, pregnant!! Kelly, and her husband Scott, had waited for that day with great anticipation and it was finally here! Yay! Praise you, Lord!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SSHO9XqluXI/AAAAAAAABlc/viH4a0tTm_0/s1600-h/kelly%20and%20scott%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="kelly and scott" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SSHO9vH8piI/AAAAAAAABlg/Q3Ahyw1IB64/kelly%20and%20scott_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;See their huge smiles? Yep, they're happy alright! Actually, they were at a Razorback game supporting their beloved team, but you know little &lt;strong&gt;Harper Brown&lt;/strong&gt; wasn't too far from their minds. Oh, did I forget to mention that they're having a girl? That's right, they're having a sweet little girl who is going to be every bit as beautiful as her parents. She's already got a gorgeous room waiting on her and it's filled to the brim with all kinds of pink frilly stuff! There's even some zebra and giraffe thrown in for a little extra sass. She will be a very stylish baby, that's for sure! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kelly, thank you for sharing your life with all of us bloggers. I have so enjoyed getting to know you and your family. And, it has been a pleasure to pray with you through your struggles. Each time I open up your blog, I am blessed in some way. I pray that Harper arrives safely into your arms and that her presence fills you and Scott with a joy like you've never known. Enjoy this day to honor you and your precious baby. God bless you! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of Him." 1 Samuel 1:27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7007085260297724193?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7007085260297724193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-it-kelly-bloggy-baby-shower-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7007085260297724193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7007085260297724193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-it-kelly-bloggy-baby-shower-day.html' title='Yay! It&amp;#39;s Kelly&amp;#39;s Bloggy Baby Shower Day!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SSHO8xflIKI/AAAAAAAABlY/zRDaYlIVZKk/s72-c/babyshower-350btn2_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7344312837712250783</id><published>2008-11-13T09:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:41:58.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's her official debut, so be kind, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The sewing project I mentioned in my last post? It is done! Finished. Finito! I wasn't able to finish it before church on Sunday morning but I made a lot of head-way and got it done late that evening. Late, as in, 1:00 Monday morning! And I had to work, so I was going on 4 hours of sleep! It was so worth it, though! I have lots of pictures to illustrate the process (well, some of it. I got impatient) so lets get to it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found an &lt;em&gt;entire yard&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;zebra&lt;/strong&gt; print suede-like fabric in the remnant section of Hobby Lobby awhile back. At the time, I had no idea what I would make with it, but I was 900% positive I could find a use for it at some point. This fabric was just too fabulous to pass up! Scrumptious, even! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, at &lt;a href="http://www.joann.com/joann/" target="_blank"&gt;JoAnn Fabrics&lt;/a&gt; (I'm sorry Hobby Lobby. I'm not cheating on you, I swear! You'll always be my first love!) I picked up several &lt;a href="http://www.fatquarterworld.com/quilts/" target="_blank"&gt;fat quarters&lt;/a&gt; in various blue patterns. Once I brought these new pretties home, it hit me! A purse! I shall make a zebra purse with blue lining! And I'll use the fusible fleece that was supposed to be used for our stockings &lt;em&gt;last year&lt;/em&gt; as the interfacing! And I'll put a zippered pocket in the lining even though I've never even looked twice at a zipper that wasn't already sewn in something! Oh, and I'll put one of those magnetic clasps in there too! Oh boy, I can't wait to get started on this purse! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah, excitement &amp;amp; enthusiasm will only get you so far, ladies. Once I came down off my creative high, I realized I had no idea how to put in a zippered pocket, a magnetic clasp, or interfacing! Therefore, I commenced to researching the process. I typed in "how do I sew a zippered pocket in the lining of a purse?" (not joking) into Google and &lt;a href="http://creativelittledaisy.typepad.com/creative_little_daisy/2007/02/dont_fear_the_z.html?cid=137695250#comments" target="_blank"&gt;this is what I found&lt;/a&gt;. Autum, from &lt;a href="http://creativelittledaisy.typepad.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Creative Little Daisy&lt;/a&gt;, has several amazing tutorials.&amp;nbsp; It was exactly what I was looking for, and even had pictures!! Yay! I am such a visual learner. You can try to tell me what to do all day long and all you'll get is a blank look with an occasional nod. But, you give me a picture, and watch out! Sista's goin' to town!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I started out by using the measurements from one of my favorite purses to make a pattern. I just rolled out some parchment paper and used the measurements on my cutting mat as a guide. I wanted a not-quite-rectangular shape so the bottom is 18" wide, the top is 16" wide, and it's 12" tall. I like 'em big, y'all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKW900tfI/AAAAAAAABjY/YacgBSenG5E/s1600-h/DSCN2101%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2101" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKXofhvSI/AAAAAAAABjc/v7sOdYtMnuU/DSCN2101_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, I ironed my fat quarters and pinned the pattern in place. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKYe5XUaI/AAAAAAAABjg/BiWot5lrkBc/s1600-h/RSCN2104%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="RSCN2104" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKYkfzqgI/AAAAAAAABjk/9CXMKtzLd3A/RSCN2104_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I cut it out and &lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;! The lining is born!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKe-rKeMI/AAAAAAAABjo/EVCXp_eA7XQ/s1600-h/DSCN2106%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2106" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKfFox7vI/AAAAAAAABjs/j8Jt4cxpzf8/DSCN2106_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I did the same with the outer fabric. I get excited all over again just looking at it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKgPPSSaI/AAAAAAAABjw/FOPEWblhV1k/s1600-h/DSCN2107%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2107" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKg-zRkZI/AAAAAAAABj0/q9SIAIjul9g/DSCN2107_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, I laid my pieces onto the fusible fleece and cut it out. I had to be careful because that stuff can shimmy around on you even when it's pinned! I fused the fleece to the fabric, which was kind of frustrating, because you can't have the iron too hot or it will melt your fabric. And you can't let the iron touch the fusing medium cause your iron will become gross and sticky and have to be washed with soap 500 times. And you have to go slow and count to 10 another 500 times while pressing really hard with the iron or it won't stick to the fabric. Yes, experience is the best teacher. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once all the pieces were fused, I cut a 1.5" square out of the bottom corners of the lining &amp;amp; outer fabric. This is to make a gusset, which will help the purse stand up on its own. I cut out a 9"x14" rectangle from a contrasting blue fabric for the zippered pocket. I'm not going to go into all the details because I only took a few pics of the process. If you want to see exactly what I did, and I mean &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt;, then go check out &lt;a href="http://creativelittledaisy.typepad.com/creative_little_daisy/2007/02/dont_fear_the_z.html?cid=137695250#comments" target="_blank"&gt;Autum's tutorial&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKhtECBoI/AAAAAAAABj4/82iySY8CMGQ/s1600-h/DSCN2110%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2110" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKiHR_ytI/AAAAAAAABj8/E_3P1SQcNMk/DSCN2110_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's a closer look at the 0.5"x7" rectangle I drew for the zipper opening. You may have to click on it to get a good gander. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKjId939I/AAAAAAAABkA/bLUnDRprwto/s1600-h/DSCN2114%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2114" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKjm1RRII/AAAAAAAABkI/5INSInEPMMI/DSCN2114_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The zipper opening all sewn and pressed. Isn't it purty?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKki6amMI/AAAAAAAABkM/N5cYEPXx3yY/s1600-h/DSCN2117%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2117" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKlcQh9AI/AAAAAAAABkQ/J4SrqG6EWiw/DSCN2117_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The zipper in its place. Autum said to use fusible tape to hold the zipper in place while sewing, and I do believe that's the best tip I've ever gotten! That stuff rocks!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKmTt435I/AAAAAAAABkU/s42bk75-d5A/s1600-h/DSCN2122%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2122" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKnHE92HI/AAAAAAAABkY/n51ZXUyvgRo/DSCN2122_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And...the pocket open. See the little polka-dots? Gotta love 'em!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKn6a_GaI/AAAAAAAABkc/ytKwVoVmH0Q/s1600-h/DSCN2121%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2121" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKoSa2NBI/AAAAAAAABkg/99VUSFmd628/DSCN2121_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, so this is where I got impatient and just wanted to get it done. I don't have step-by-step pics anymore so you'll just have to settle for the end product. I'm sorta glad, though, because if you could see what the top seam looks like on the inside, you would be scared. Let's just say a zig-zag stitch combined with about 3 inches of fabric and a needle on its last legs makes for a less-than-tidy look. Good thing all is well on the outside! Ha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I needed pockets on the inside for my cell phone and card wallet, so I whipped one up out of the same polka-dot fabric and used a little &lt;a href="http://www.pellonideas.com/content/view/23/27/" target="_blank"&gt;Pellon Craft Fuse&lt;/a&gt; to give it some oomph. Oh, and see the magnetic clasp? Super easy. I just followed the instructions on the package!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKpEvuGXI/AAAAAAAABkk/j7XfW-1afaI/s1600-h/DSCN2132%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2132" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKpu58B1I/AAAAAAAABko/ncBbwtEIsLI/DSCN2132_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All my stuff. This is stream-lined, mind you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKrlC0k0I/AAAAAAAABks/yMjkZOwqSlo/s1600-h/DSCN2145%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2145" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKsE04XUI/AAAAAAAABkw/-VSH59NMIXc/DSCN2145_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The straps. Those little tabs connecting the D-rings to the straps were, oh, how should I put this? A pain in the patooty! But only because I'm a genius and didn't exactly follow the directions. And, I didn't &lt;em&gt;realize&lt;/em&gt; I didn't follow the directions until &lt;strong&gt;all four&lt;/strong&gt; of them were done. I tried to fix one but only made it worse. Thankfully, you can't tell I had technical difficulties. Can you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKs3UpM-I/AAAAAAAABk0/83mRz7dhQWg/s1600-h/DSCN2137%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2137" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKtQSJBlI/AAAAAAAABk4/1QIodoh2_BM/DSCN2137_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The finished bag. Oh, how I heart her. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKt0_4c_I/AAAAAAAABk8/WHAObzREsfQ/s1600-h/DSCN2129%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2129" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKuZsNq6I/AAAAAAAABlA/4JyY_rvoNws/DSCN2129_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That little silver button is actually the center of the black velvet bow. See?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;**Never mind all my clutter. I can't make stuff and be tidy at the same time.**&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKvDkPbgI/AAAAAAAABlE/6xSd3Qeb0F8/s1600-h/DSCN2128%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2128" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKvuwAOlI/AAAAAAAABlI/gL79zCwoY0k/DSCN2128_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe this is better? I really hope you can see it. I know it's hard since it's such dark ribbon. But did I mention it's velvet? Fabulous, I tell you! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKwv0VjXI/AAAAAAAABlM/iwv29XLI1VU/s1600-h/DSCN2125%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2125" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKxKpqXEI/AAAAAAAABlQ/nX2xzaOkQHU/DSCN2125_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, now where can I go today so I can wear my sweet little purse on my arm? And what should I wear so we'll coordinate? Hmm, I'm gonna go peruse my closet. And I think Hobby Lobby is having a sale on some stuff I need *ahem, want*. Y'all have a great day, now! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7344312837712250783?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7344312837712250783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-her-official-debut-so-be-kind-please.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7344312837712250783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7344312837712250783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-her-official-debut-so-be-kind-please.html' title='It&amp;#39;s her official debut, so be kind, please'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRxKXofhvSI/AAAAAAAABjc/v7sOdYtMnuU/s72-c/DSCN2101_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-4889851914878439226</id><published>2008-11-09T05:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:31:46.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Achoo! God bless you!</title><content type='html'>Me, that is. God bless me since I'm the one sitting here trying not to sneeze and let nose juice run down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Sunday School party last night and the hosts had 2 weenie dogs, dachshunds is the proper name, I believe. Don't get me wrong, these little dogs were super cute and I would puppy-sit any time. It's just that some animals wreak havoc on my allergies. It's crazy, really, because I live with an enormous black lab and he doesn't mess up my sinusoidal cavities at all. And my in-laws have 2 cats, whom I couldn't even tell were there, when we stayed at their house for a week this summer. But you put me in a room with rabbits, or certain breeds of dogs, and watch out! Here come the wheezy, sneezy, snot works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, by the time we left D &amp;amp; A's house last night, I had that deep-down wheeze goin' on that made me sound like a smoker begging for one last drag. And this morning I awoke to a constant tickle in my nose that has me keeping a box of tissues close at hand. Good thing the box is cute (it's covered in Gerber daisies) or I'd already be getting tired of this. Hey, y'all think about me today whenever you're able to look at a light without sneezing, ok? I'd appreciate it. Meanwhile, I'm off to try and finish a sewing project before church this morning. It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; only 5 am after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, we had a great time fellowshiping with all our Sunday School peeps last night! I don't want y'all to think the night was a bust or anything. The hostess fixed 985 appetizers which were all delicious (my fave were the green bean fries from TGIF's).  My hubby fried some awesome fish/hush puppies/french fries. And we laughed non-stop. I love gettin' together with friends. I just wish we weren't all so busy so we could do it more often! We missed y'all that weren't able to make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day, y'all. And don't forget to think about me when you look at those lights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-4889851914878439226?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4889851914878439226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/achoo-god-bless-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4889851914878439226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4889851914878439226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/achoo-god-bless-you.html' title='Achoo! God bless you!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-5867897519317011374</id><published>2008-11-08T09:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:29:46.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Down and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After my last post about the amazing concert we went to got a little long, I decided I should break that post up into a couple bite-size posts. I just didn't think that telling you about my hubby's first buck of the season went very well with tales of Christian band good-ness and starving children. Although, I'm sure those starving children would be very grateful for a bite or two of Nathan's grilled venison tenderloin...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yep, on his &lt;em&gt;very first day&lt;/em&gt; out hunting this season he brought home a 10-point buck. The antlers of which are lying on the recliner waiting to find their new home on one of our walls. They've been cleaned, of course, and just need to be mounted on one of those antler-mounting-thingys you can get from Bass Pro Shops. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He was so excited! He called me at 7:15 that morning and I just knew he'd fallen out of his tree stand or something. I don't think too clearly when being woken up out of a dead sleep, ok? I said, "Are you okay?!" and he said, "Yeah, but the buck's not!" At that point I got really excited for him, all while exclaiming &amp;amp; proclaiming in a whisper. Hey, he was whispering so it was my natural instinct to whisper as well. He shot the deer with a crossbow he had borrowed from his boss and apparently it was "like shootin' ducks in a barrel" (his words). After we hung up, I promptly fell back asleep for a few hours and that afternoon he came home with this...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRWwWBkqDVI/AAAAAAAABec/RvskA_LSEZU/s1600-h/DSCN20933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2093" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRWwW6Nl-CI/AAAAAAAABeg/ZQPEAFc9Av4/DSCN2093_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The serious hunter pose...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRWwXpci5xI/AAAAAAAABek/bCwc42M0lkM/s1600-h/DSCN20953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2095" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRWwYYB-5RI/AAAAAAAABeo/s3Cu_p-ZUNs/DSCN2095_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My personal favorite...gorgeous man &lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt; nice buck &lt;strong&gt;= &lt;/strong&gt;great picture!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRWwZMXzG_I/AAAAAAAABes/kiADuabQElg/s1600-h/DSCN20963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2096" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRWwZXvZdRI/AAAAAAAABew/q66ilrwpBt4/DSCN2096_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That afternoon we took the deer out to a processing shop in my parents' neighborhood &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; stopping by Mama &amp;amp; Daddy's to show off the goods, of course! They were duly impressed but also a little grossed out, I think. Ha! We got the meat back about 4 days later and had those grilled venison tenderloins for supper a few nights ago. Nathan had marinated them all day in some kind of concoction and they were absolutely delicious! Better than the steak at Outback even! And venison is a very lean meat so it was even good for us! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After all the excitement on Saturday, you'd think we would be ready for a quiet Sunday, but it turned out to be busy too! We had church in the morning, and we drove separately because Nathan went early to set up chairs and I had a wedding shower to go to after church. I ended up driving all the way back home after church anyway because my high heels were killing my feet, the weather warmed up more than I anticipated and I was burning up in my fleece sweater, and I needed to go to Wal-Mart to get a gift card! Whew! After rescuing my feet and braving the Sunday afternoon madness at Wal-Mart, I headed to the shower where I got to "ooh" and "ahh" over all the pretty gifts. The yummy shower food and getting to chat with friends was a plus, too. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the shower, Nathan and I had to run an errand and on the way home I saw that several people had already put their trash out for Monday. In our town, the trash guys will pick up anything you put out so I always keep my eyes peeled for trash that I can turn into treasure. I had never seen anything I wanted to save until that day. We pulled over and I hopped out to put it in the truck bed just as the owner was coming around his truck to walk his dog! Talk about embarrassing! Not only was I dumpster diving, but I got caught!! Eeek! I calmly asked the man,"Do you mind if I take this?" (I knew he wouldn't care since it was in his trash pile, but I had to say &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; instead of standing there like an idiot!) And of course he said, "Sure, go ahead. It's a nice...&lt;strong&gt;chair." &lt;/strong&gt;Were you getting antsy wondering what I was risking my dignity for? Ha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRWwaNurh2I/AAAAAAAABe0/iPehC_Sx2mw/s1600-h/DSCN21003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2100" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRWwaQUqlII/AAAAAAAABe4/asnR791rmO0/DSCN2100_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is a nice little chair. Slightly uneven legs, a seat that completely comes off, and a paint job that's decent but dirty. What does that spell? POTENTIAL, my friends. There's no telling when I'll get around to potentializin' (I just made that word up &amp;amp; spell checker is having a cow) it, but you'll be the first to see it when I do. What do y'all think? Leave it brown and paint antiqued white over it, then sand it so the brown shows through? Or should I paint it red, then black to have red show through after sanding? Help me out and give a girl some suggestions! It could also be a cute little plant stand since the seat is just laid on the frame and comes completely off. Oh, the options! How will I ever decide? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-5867897519317011374?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5867897519317011374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-down-and-found.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5867897519317011374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5867897519317011374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-down-and-found.html' title='First Down and Found'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRWwW6Nl-CI/AAAAAAAABeg/ZQPEAFc9Av4/s72-c/DSCN2093_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-3336955731563319794</id><published>2008-11-07T11:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:49:11.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A couple of weekends ago we got an unexpected blessing. A friend of our's called Nathan at work to say that he had 2 extra tickets to see &lt;a href="http://mercyme.org/main/" target="_blank"&gt;Mercy Me&lt;/a&gt; in concert if we'd like to go. Of course we decided to drop all of our Friday night plans to go see one of the most popular contemporary Christian bands ever. Actually, we had absolutely nothing going on and it was a double blessing just to look forward to going somewhere. Sad, huh? We like to keep things low-key around here. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We got to the church where they were playing in time to park a million miles away and walk uphill in the pouring rain just to get in the doors. No, not really. I would totally have made Nathan drop me off at the door if it had been pouring rain. But we did have to walk quite a-ways! Once we were inside, we found our friends and our seats, which were really good, and waited for all the wonderful-ness to begin. And let me just say that before we got to the concert, I had been having one of those blah days where I was happy to be going to the concert but not &lt;em&gt;super-excited. &lt;/em&gt;You know, one of those days where you don't want to stay at home but you can't think of anything to do or anywhere to go that would just make you jump up and down? That was me on Friday. I can't believe I forgot how much concerts, especially Christian concerts, touch my heart and pump me up! This was probably the 4th time I've seen M.M. live, and every time it's amazing. And in case you've never heard of them, they have a song called &lt;a href="http://mercyme.org/main/pages/audio" target="_blank"&gt;"I Can Only Imagine"&lt;/a&gt; that you've probably heard on secular radio. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mercy Me's opener was &lt;a href="http://www.bebonorman.com/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Bebo Norman&lt;/a&gt;, whom I was not very familiar with, but now love. In a I-can-listen-to-that-song-all-day kind of way. He sang with just his guitar and his back-up-buddy-musical-genius friend and it was amazing! He has a great voice but he sealed himself into my heart when his back-up guy broke out the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hammered_dulcimer" target="_blank"&gt;dulcimer&lt;/a&gt;. There's just something magical about that instrument, I think. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So since I was having a wonderful time worshiping the Lord, I had to take pictures to share with all of you. Hopefully, some of the moment will come through so you can feel it too. Remember to click on the pics if you want a better view.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is Bebo and his back-up guru praisin' the Lord.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8P4pwz6I/AAAAAAAABdU/fboSj3v9cTE/s1600-h/DSCN2081%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2081" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8QsAyDWI/AAAAAAAABdY/rGT17wSLBYE/DSCN2081_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Back-up guy playing the dulcimer while the crowd sings along. I love when the whole crowd is lifting their voices in song!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8RCekr4I/AAAAAAAABdc/1VGKPmClajY/s1600-h/DSCN2083%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2083" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8R9n39fI/AAAAAAAABdg/3jwcV5po-CU/DSCN2083_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mercyme.org/main/bios/bart" target="_blank"&gt;Mercy Me's lead singer, Bart&lt;/a&gt;, sharing something riveting with us. Probably about how his son has Juvenile Diabetes and asked his dad one day, "How come we can't send doctors to the poor kids all over the world who need them?", which led to Mercy Me creating a foundation called &lt;a href="http://www.imagineacureonline.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Imagine a Cure&lt;/a&gt; that helps do just that. Told you it was riveting! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8SRlVfgI/AAAAAAAABdk/DQODVxj2gvE/s1600-h/DSCN2086%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2086" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8Svx1rhI/AAAAAAAABdo/Laq38JA_Jik/DSCN2086_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rockin' out for Jesus!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8TKYP__I/AAAAAAAABds/7837mTGPoJ4/s1600-h/DSCN2088%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2088" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8TX4Tv2I/AAAAAAAABdw/DU8Zj3V_ot4/DSCN2088_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was so cool. They had a Q&amp;amp;A time and Bebo went out into the crowd to hold the microphone for the fans who had questions. We found out how they got their name, how Bebo got &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; name, what their favorite songs to sing were, and other interesting tid-bits. See on the big screen there? That's Bebo with a guy wanting to know how he can get closer to Jesus. Awesome!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8UNxL30I/AAAAAAAABd0/Q3Z5OHg6sSg/s1600-h/DSCN2089%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2089" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8UQgP4lI/AAAAAAAABd4/t4S-r0JoIfY/DSCN2089_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Up close and personal...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8U6BCeBI/AAAAAAAABd8/TXQHv7wPH4w/s1600-h/DSCN2091%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2091" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8VIZHwzI/AAAAAAAABeA/Gh_OWv6KuKA/DSCN2091_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The crowd listening intently to this guy's question...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8V0lkVWI/AAAAAAAABeE/w8EoQNj7LnQ/s1600-h/DSCN2090%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2090" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8WO-CjjI/AAAAAAAABeI/tZdG4roKHx0/DSCN2090_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mercy Me and Bebo both work closely with &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/default.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Compassion International&lt;/a&gt;, which is an organization that provides financial &amp;amp; spiritual support to impoverished children all over the world. For only $32 dollars a month you can sponsor a child and help provide clean water, food, education, and love to a little kid who might be otherwise forgotten about. Nathan and I sponsor 2 kids through &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/home.nsf/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;World Vision&lt;/a&gt; which is another organization along the same lines. If you're interested in sharing your wealth, then click on the links and help somebody! Oh, and if you're saying to yourself, "I'm not wealthy!" just know that if you didn't have to worry about where you'd sleep last night or what you'd eat today, then you're one of the wealthiest people in the world. That's pretty sobering if you ask me! And don't feel guilty if you can't do it right now. It's not about guilt, it's about a desire to be the hands and feet of Jesus in places that most of us will never go. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S. If you want to read some stories from someone who is getting first-hand experience in what Compassion Int. does, go read &lt;a href="http://thebigmamablog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Big Mama's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's in the Dominican Republic &lt;strong&gt;right now&lt;/strong&gt; with Compassion workers! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S.S. I think this is a record for number of links I've put in one post! Have fun clicking through them! There's some neat stuff there. I know, because it's taken me almost 2 hours to write this post! I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to look around and make sure I was sending y'all to the right places! *wink*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-3336955731563319794?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3336955731563319794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/unexpected-blessing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3336955731563319794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3336955731563319794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/11/unexpected-blessing.html' title='Unexpected Blessing'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SRR8QsAyDWI/AAAAAAAABdY/rGT17wSLBYE/s72-c/DSCN2081_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6848108177392914548</id><published>2008-10-31T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:32:56.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me while I get the sock fuzz out of my mouth...</title><content type='html'>Pleh! Blech! Pleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me spitting the fuzz out of my mouth from where I just about swallered my foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I do that. Stick my big ol' fuzzy-sock-covered foot in my mouth, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stopped by the Circle K for an after-dinner treat (because we are fans of treats around here) and that's when it happened. I was standing in line to check out and noticed that the cashier was a young man with a very jovial personality. I was in a good mood, since I was getting a yummy King Cone, and thought I'd exchange some friendly banter with said cashier. I noticed that his name tag said "Semaj." See if you can tell where this is going.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jokingly said, "Is your name really 'James'?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I know y'all have seen the silly names that crazy teenagers sometimes put on their name tags, right?**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor guy gives me a semi-pained smile and says, "No, it's 'Semaj'- James spelled backwards." What could I do but just give a deflated and simple, "Oh." I felt like such an insensitive moron!! The poor guy probably gets that all the time. But, he was very gracious about the whole thing and even gave me a very sweet, "Have a nice evening!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was his mama thinking?! It's not the worst name I've seen, 'cause in my line of work you see some crazy ones, but it was definitely a contender for the "poor little thing" category. It's a good thing he has a great personality, 'cause a name like that could really put you on the defensive, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'll just keep my mouth shut!! That way, my sock fuzz will stay on my socks and some poor soul's feelings will be spared. Y'all try to learn from my mistake, ya hear? Wouldn't want you choking on your own fuzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6848108177392914548?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6848108177392914548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/excuse-me-while-i-get-sock-fuzz-out-of.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6848108177392914548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6848108177392914548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/excuse-me-while-i-get-sock-fuzz-out-of.html' title='Excuse me while I get the sock fuzz out of my mouth...'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7926333477864151110</id><published>2008-10-25T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:54:49.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your everyday tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jejoXdv0pMg/SP6Hr7YkobI/AAAAAAAAAQc/tQXYVmACuY8/s1600-h/beautiful+woman+tag1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jejoXdv0pMg/SP6Hr7YkobI/AAAAAAAAAQc/tQXYVmACuY8/s320/beautiful+woman+tag1.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've done tags before where I had to tell little-known facts about myself or things that I love/like/dislike etc. But this tag from &lt;a href="http://tuttiaposto.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;JuJu&lt;/a&gt; required a little more thought. I'm supposed to tell 3 things that I love about &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;! The three things can be physical or personality traits. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't know about you, but this is kind of hard to do! I don't spend much time pondering what I love about myself. So, after a few days of mulling it over, here's what I came up with. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) I love that I am a good listener and my friends (sometimes even strangers!) feel comfortable confiding in me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2) I love that I am sentimental and keep random things just because of who gave it to me or what the object meant to me at a certain point in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3) I love that I am dorky and have several quirks that make my husband and family roll their eyes. Life is more fun when you can laugh at yourself!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, I'm going to pass this tag on to a few beautiful women. Take a few minutes to appreciate yourself! Thanks for this great tag, JuJu!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://militarywifeproudly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adayinthelifeoftheperkinsfamily.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Destiny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourblueeyedbaby.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ethanandellastories.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Candy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicolemwood.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://zackamyzayde.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymillsboys.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are far too many beautiful women on my blog list to tag, so if you'd like to do this, feel free!! Let me know when you post it so I can come give you props! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7926333477864151110?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7926333477864151110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-your-everyday-tag.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7926333477864151110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7926333477864151110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-your-everyday-tag.html' title='Not your everyday tag'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jejoXdv0pMg/SP6Hr7YkobI/AAAAAAAAAQc/tQXYVmACuY8/s72-c/beautiful+woman+tag1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-670452333956383268</id><published>2008-10-22T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:30:57.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go rest high on that mountain, Daniel.</title><content type='html'>My heart is heavy tonight. &lt;a href="http://patdanielsmith.blogspot.com/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; dear man went home to be with the Lord today around 4 pm. He fought a short but hard battle with cancer and won the victory today. Not in the way you might imagine, his body was not cured, but his spirit was set free. Free to be with Jesus forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Daniel in years but he's one of those people that you never forget. I'll always remember his huge smile and ready laugh. The sound of his voice raised in song is something I'll treasure forever. This was  a man who made impressions on everyone he met. Impressions that last a lifetime. Go look at his blog and read the comments from all the people who love him, then maybe you'll get a sense of who he was. He was a man who deserves to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted everyone he met to know that Jesus loves them and died on the cross to give them a second chance at true life. And if he wasn't sure if someone was a believer, he'd ask! That is cause for awe in my timid mind. I pray that I can be as bold for my Jesus as Daniel was. Do you know Jesus? Do you want to know Jesus? My fervent prayer tonight is that you'd seek Him out and listen for His voice. Find a Bible and read it. Talk to Him and ask Him to reveal Himself to you. Ask someone you know who is a Christian about Him. If you feel uneasy or uncomfortable with where you are in life, it's probably because Jesus is tugging on your heartstrings. He's asking you to follow Him. Please, don't turn your back and walk away. For Daniel's sake. For &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-670452333956383268?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/670452333956383268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-rest-high-on-that-mountain-daniel.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/670452333956383268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/670452333956383268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-rest-high-on-that-mountain-daniel.html' title='Go rest high on that mountain, Daniel.'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-3096389936959011648</id><published>2008-10-21T00:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:39:32.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret's out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;No. I'm not pregnant. Let me just squelch your excitement now. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm talking about a project I was working on that I couldn't show y'all until now. You see, I made a &lt;a href="http://darlenesdays-darlene.blogspot.com/2008/09/scrappy-ragamuffin-garland-tutorial.html"&gt;Ragamuffin Garland&lt;/a&gt; to send to my sister and I didn't want her to see it before it arrived in the mail! That would have defeated my whole intention of sending her some unexpected Happy Mail. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once again, this is a copycat project, which I found on the ever-creative &lt;a href="http://darlenesdays-darlene.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Darlene's&lt;/a&gt; blog. In case you didn't know, I am not above copying other people's creative ideas. We can't always come up with masterpieces on our own, now can we? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, this was a super simple craft and really fun to make. I made one to send to my Sis and of course I had to make one for myself. I'm a little selfish that way. Our two garlands were slightly different but don't worry, I'll show you both of them! Remember to click on the pictures to enlarge them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let's get started...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I painted my wooden letters "Antique White" so they'd have a good base for the Mod-Podge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q0mUcD5I/AAAAAAAABak/5KI4CPLLS8s/s1600-h/DSCN1986%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN1986" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q1I2q0dI/AAAAAAAABao/vLoAAsnttjY/DSCN1986_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I bought fall scrapbook paper to decoupage onto the letters. Don't forget to scrape the bubbles out!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q2GpY2pI/AAAAAAAABas/G4ShcJXU7Bg/s1600-h/DSCN1987%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN1987" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q2tecPyI/AAAAAAAABaw/m93RvCc4UXg/DSCN1987_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After they were all mod-podged, I trimmed the paper really close to the edges and sanded it down the rest of the way to give an aged look.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q3FxpPVI/AAAAAAAABa0/8EAsROPWG2I/s1600-h/DSCN1995%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN1995" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q3bvTZcI/AAAAAAAABa4/q6J8NDKpPTE/DSCN1995_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The backs of the letters got some distressing with brown paint. They have to look good from both sides, ya know!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q4LhS8FI/AAAAAAAABa8/GwcMVtP1blw/s1600-h/DSCN2009%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2009" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q48rTKBI/AAAAAAAABbA/BAqdurmuCQ8/DSCN2009_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I used some cafe rod clips (from Wal-Mart) &amp;amp; hot glue to attach the ribbon hangers. My handy little upholstery tacks (with most of the post clipped off) served as a finishing touch and hid the blobs of hot glue. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q5rUbhjI/AAAAAAAABbE/v3nuRiRgUao/s1600-h/DSCN2004%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2004" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q6Jz9i1I/AAAAAAAABbI/_o01nmdis3s/DSCN2004_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had several fat quarters in my fabric stash and I bought some seasonal fabric on sale from Hobby Lobby. I tied some fall leaf buttons to the end of the thin brown ribbon. I found several cute rolls of ribbon on sale that I used as well. I cut them all into strips with pinking shears. My strips were about 8 to 10 inches long and 1 to 1.5 inches wide. Honestly though, after the first few pieces of fabric, I just started to eyeball it. I was a little impatient. Oh well, it turned out well in the end. I may just tear all the fabric next time. My hand was aching after all that cutting!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q672fLsI/AAAAAAAABbM/yNgAbbWDEZQ/s1600-h/DSCN2056%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2056" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q7YPdtQI/AAAAAAAABbQ/2ii5i4BiylU/DSCN2056_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I forgot to take a picture of the jute string I used to tie the ribbon onto, but it came in a big skein from Wal-Mart. You can get it at any craft store, though. I measured where I wanted to hang the garland and then I tied a loop in each end of my jute string. Hmmm, I guess I also forgot to take a pic of the actual tying process too. Oh well, here's what I did...I tied on a piece of fabric (just a single knot) to the string and pushed it up tight against the loop at the end. Make sure you slide it over the tail of the loop. Then I alternated tying on fabric, ribbon, fabric, ribbon, etc. Push all the pieces up really tight against each other so the garland will be full &amp;amp; fluffy. At the end of each round of fabric/ribbon, I tied on a ribbon with a button at the end. They hang down and give it a little somethin' extra. I added all my hanging doo-dads when I was done tying all the pieces to the string. You could use curtain clips that slide onto the string, but I wanted to be able to take them off easily. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's my Sis's finished garland...(I didn't use the buttons in hers)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q8YYBo5I/AAAAAAAABbU/7PqfK7-znA4/s1600-h/DSCN2013%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2013" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q9MnkM6I/AAAAAAAABbY/8EbnsVA93sU/DSCN2013_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some hidden pretties...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q9w3GR1I/AAAAAAAABbc/O0uLP7DEKX8/s1600-h/DSCN2015%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2015" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q-O2OCgI/AAAAAAAABbg/jaD-a4z_CBQ/DSCN2015_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More hidden pretties...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q_F023RI/AAAAAAAABbk/MMeAcdOGEs4/s1600-h/DSCN2023%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2023" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q_c9Ts6I/AAAAAAAABbo/-9NxKcFZaBQ/DSCN2023_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hung mine in our kitchen window.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1rAPCIqII/AAAAAAAABbs/j2KI7-ixRlU/s1600-h/DSCN2061%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2061" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1rAj2Q5lI/AAAAAAAABbw/9EAvw7dyDjU/DSCN2061_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Close-ups of the details&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1rBdHNFXI/AAAAAAAABb0/VbjsQOl9u0U/s1600-h/DSCN2071%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2071" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1rBqVhKPI/AAAAAAAABb4/MihcAjI9Eg0/DSCN2071_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The cafe rod clips are just clipped to the fabric.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1rCw6yTkI/AAAAAAAABb8/1AW5Tuh35yM/s1600-h/DSCN2063%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2063" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1rDazb0pI/AAAAAAAABcA/2psPJso85So/DSCN2063_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1rEKHx0CI/AAAAAAAABcE/KJuk-8FbmI8/s1600-h/DSCN2066%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2066" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1rEwxkv8I/AAAAAAAABcI/vVhhpMG8ZbU/DSCN2066_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So there you go! A cozy little garland to add some fall flair to my home. I still have some fabric left over so I'm thinking about getting one of those wire wreath frames and making a Ragamuffin Wreath! Wouldn't that be cute for Christmas, too? Or any occasion for that matter. Babies, Easter, 4th of July, you could go raggedy all year round! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have a wonderful day, Y'all!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-3096389936959011648?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3096389936959011648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-out.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3096389936959011648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3096389936959011648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-out.html' title='The secret&amp;#39;s out!!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SP1q1I2q0dI/AAAAAAAABao/vLoAAsnttjY/s72-c/DSCN1986_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7087232593096042766</id><published>2008-10-16T13:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:02:44.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I should've done this 6 months ago!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Back in April, we gave our teeny tiny bathroom a much needed face-lift. Nothing major, just a new coat of paint and some pretty accessories. I would have dearly loved to get rid of the mauvish-pink tile that surrounds the shower and lower half of the walls. But, that was a bigger task than Hubby and I were willing to undertake. I suppose pink tile was popular back in the 60's when our little abode was built. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We changed the room's paint color from flat white (we're talking chalk consistency here) to a warmer tan with a hint of pink undertones. The windowsill was the original stained wood but I wanted it to stand out against the tan walls. So, I painted the windowsill "Gallery White" in a gloss finish. The cabinet doors got a good sanding and a coat of Gallery White in a satin finish. Supposedly, if you change up the finishes of your paint, it gives the room interest. I don't know how well that works in our bathroom, which is the size of most people's pantries, but at least it looks brighter in there. Funny how painting the walls a darker color can make a room look brighter, huh? Maybe I'm just crazy! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fast forward to now. We had put up blinds in the bathroom for privacy, but I never got around to hanging any sort of window treatment. We had to mount the blinds directly to the molding of the window due to how it was made, so the blinds kinda stick out a-ways from the wall. Therefore, I thought I needed a curtain rod to make the curtain stand out. Well, I've had a pretty little valance from the Shabby Chic line at Target since we finished the re-do. But, I could never find a rod that "struck me," you know what I mean? Do you see where this is going? Yeah, perfect recipe for me to procrastinate once again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, I am happy to say that yesterday I put my curtain rod woes behind me. I know many of you read the &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nesting Place blog&lt;/a&gt;. And, I'm sure you've heard her mention her &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/2008/01/window-mistreatment-101.html"&gt;window "mistreatments."&lt;/a&gt; She even had a "Mistreatment Club" where everybody linked to their posts about beautifully haphazard window treatments. So, I followed suit and "mistreated" my little bathroom window. Here, take a look and tell me what you think! Oh, and don't forget, you can click on the pictures to enlarge them!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My pitifully bare window...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBZ0540xI/AAAAAAAABZg/B3ZP6BZL72Y/s1600-h/DSCN2032%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2032" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBapouaTI/AAAAAAAABZk/90RqelO6l1A/DSCN2032_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The tools of the trick. Yes, those are upholstery tacks!! And yes, they are resting on the top of the toilet. I had to stand on &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to reach all the way up there! I told you our bathroom is tiny. There's no room for a stool! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBbBEtVOI/AAAAAAAABZo/EKGyKxB39Fs/s1600-h/DSCN2033%5B12%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2033" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBbZLCTFI/AAAAAAAABZw/kbGYlqVnGOk/DSCN2033_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can you believe a little upholstery tack can hold up a curtain?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBcd_DHFI/AAAAAAAABZ0/bNj37TC1GDQ/s1600-h/DSCN2043%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2043" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBc3IZLFI/AAAAAAAABZ4/Z289js_mSj0/DSCN2043_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was super-easy! It only took me 5 minutes, I promise! And, I am super-OCD. I usually have to measure EVERYTHING and make doubly sure that it's all even. I didn't break out the tape measure once! I just had my Sweetie tell me if it looked even. I'm pretty darn proud of myself for wingin' it!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBdz0QWPI/AAAAAAAABZ8/HuVPou-nRzc/s1600-h/DSCN2042%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN2042" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBd4YzPOI/AAAAAAAABaA/VNDAgcjdJI4/DSCN2042_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, if it looks uneven to you, please DON'T tell me! It will drive me nuts!!! Here's a peek at the whole room...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBe6kUWZI/AAAAAAAABaE/6OjVBZY0C6o/s1600-h/DSCN2051%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSCN2051" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBfN8kspI/AAAAAAAABaI/55rhJW6yy3c/DSCN2051_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just pretend you didn't see my open makeup bag on the counter. We can't always "stage" every picture, now can we? But, I did iron my shower curtain for y'all, even the ruffle at the bottom. Ha! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fabric of the valance is a little too sheer, and I might mess around with adding some more fabric underneath it. Oh, who am I kidding? It took me 6 months to do this! I'm most likely not gonna touch it anymore! Anyway, it was lots of fun to do something the "wrong" way. Hehe! Let me know if y'all decide to try it too!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7087232593096042766?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7087232593096042766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-should-done-this-6-months-ago.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7087232593096042766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7087232593096042766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-should-done-this-6-months-ago.html' title='I should&amp;#39;ve done this 6 months ago!!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SPeBapouaTI/AAAAAAAABZk/90RqelO6l1A/s72-c/DSCN2032_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2593301423526779213</id><published>2008-10-12T16:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:25:43.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't take much to amaze me.</title><content type='html'>I just got done cleaning my towel hamper. Yes, you heard me right. My towel hamper. With a Clorox Disinfecting wipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You ask. Well, after putting in a load of towels, the hamper was empty, naturally. And I guess I've never really inspected the bottom of the thing before, but it was nasty!! Really, you should all go take a closer look at your hampers. You'll be amazed just like I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we do live with an ENORMOUS black lab so I expected a little dog hair to be in there. But the dirt and stains that appeared to be coffee (I hope)? No clue. I mean, how can a hamper get so yucky when it only holds towels that have dried off a clean body? I'm just going to assume it's all the more visible because it's made of white plastic &amp;amp; has "vent" holes on all sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on the subject (soap box), who invented &lt;em&gt;white&lt;/em&gt; plastic, anyway? It's really never a good idea. Think about it...your white plastic tupperware? Stained with spaghetti sauce. The white plastic trashcan with a lid common in about 90% of American homes? Stained with God-only-knows-what that won't come off even with bleach. Now that's gross! Oh, and my white plastic towel hamper? You already heard that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've aired my dirty laundry for the world to read, I suppose I'll have to keep a closer eye on the state of my hampers. Great! One more thing that has to be cleaned. Who would've thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to check the CLOTHES hamper. Wish me luck......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-2593301423526779213?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2593301423526779213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-doesnt-take-much-to-amaze-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2593301423526779213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2593301423526779213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-doesnt-take-much-to-amaze-me.html' title='It doesn&apos;t take much to amaze me.'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-1055505531433080042</id><published>2008-10-07T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:00:01.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little House</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little house, on a little hill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You've been such a sweet home,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Humble and still. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your footprint is small,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Your walls not too tall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little house, on a little hill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening your doors &amp;amp; windows can be tough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never would you be called a diamond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After all, your edges are somewhat rough,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little house, on a little hill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been our first home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside your bounds our love has grown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our eyes never from one another to roam,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little house, on a little hill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your possessions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never become our obsessions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little house, on a little hill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been such a sweet home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Humble and still&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Little house, on a little hill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-1055505531433080042?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1055505531433080042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-little-house.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1055505531433080042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1055505531433080042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-little-house.html' title='This Little House'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-1512841304644420899</id><published>2008-10-06T13:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:59:25.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, who knows how many to go...</title><content type='html'>I made it through my first weekend on dayshift. And, I have to say, it wasn't half bad! I learned (or re-learned) tons of stuff and was able to gain some confidence in my ability to take care of adults! Ha! It's amazing how much about adult nursing I had forgotten since I've only been taking care of babies for 4 years. Thankfully, most things came flooding back to mind with just a little prompting from my preceptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this weekend down, I have 4 more days to work on the med-surg floor until I move on for orientation on another unit. Hopefully, I'll be able to re-learn even more skills before I go. I have a few things I'd like to be able to do before I move on. As busy as that floor is, I'm sure I'll have ample oppurtunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your prayers, I appreciate them so much! So far, I feel really good about the change. And I LOVE being able to come home at night and see my sweetie!! By the way, he had wonderful suppers waiting on me every night this weekend. I'm so blessed to have such a thoughtful and loving husband! It still hasn't sunk in that this will be my permanent schedule from now on, though. I guess I'm still getting used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all have a wonderful day! I'm off to finish a craft project and scrounge up something for supper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-1512841304644420899?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1512841304644420899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-down-who-knows-how-many-to-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1512841304644420899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1512841304644420899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-down-who-knows-how-many-to-go.html' title='One down, who knows how many to go...'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-5378579790942678721</id><published>2008-10-03T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:03:59.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I'd have known how it would all end up, I'd have started here first!</title><content type='html'>Whew! Today was a big day for me, y'all! I worked my very first day shift in approximately 4 1/2 years. And, I wasn't even that nervous, which was a big surprise to me!! Crazier still, I had little to no trouble getting up before dawn this morning! And I was even &lt;em&gt;early&lt;/em&gt; to work! Those of you who know me understand how unusual that is. I am not a morning person. Or, at least I didn't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you some background. Ever since my sweetie and I got married, we've wanted me to be on day shift. Yes, I said "we." He missed me while I was gone and I hated having to leave him at night after only seeing him for about an hour after he got home from work. So, I put in my request to go to days in September 2007 and I am just now getting my wish. You see, I have been charge nurse in the nursery for about 4 years and for the last few years have been the only RN who could charge. There was one other RN who would occasionally charge in the nursery if I had to be gone, but she was mainly postpartum staff. Which put me and the administration in a bind. If I went to dayshift, who would be charge nurse in the nursery? You see the conundrum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, praise God, they hired a nurse a few months ago who just happened to be moving here from California...where she had worked in postpartum &amp;amp; nursery for FIVE YEARS!! Yay! They asked her if she would be interested in being charge nurse (which is very unusual for a new hire) and of course she jumped at the chance. *Sidenote: when acting as charge nurse you don't have to "float" to other units, i.e. old people floor, kids floor, NICU. * I've been orienting her for the past several weeks and she is doing a great job. I felt really comfortable leaving the charge nurse duties to her. By the way, I am kind of a control freak when it comes to being charge nurse, in that I want things to be done the right way. And I also believe that if the little tasks are not done, then you make someone else's job so much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was ready to fly on her own and the time had come for me to move on. *sniff, sniff* I worked my last night shift this past Sunday night and it was bittersweet. I was sad to be leaving all my "people" but excited about what this new phase in my career would bring. I had a nice break being off for four days before starting bright and early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have not floated to any other units in the past 4 years, my head nurse agreed to give me some orientation time on the other floors. To help me get my feet wet again, so to speak. Much to my surprise, I really enjoyed my first day on the medical-surgical floor (old people). I feel like I re-learned a lot of information that I'd forgotten since nursing school. And I got to practice skills that I haven't used in a long time. Well, actually, I have changed plenty of diapers in 4 years, but an adult diaper is just a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bit different, ya know? Yeah, I was kinda grossed out, too! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working on this med-surg floor for 7 days and then it's on to the pediatric floor. So far, so good. I'm so thankful for this oppurtunity to be at home with my husband at night. It still hasn't sunk in that I'll see him every day and that I don't have to leave him anymore! Thank you, Lord! If you think about me, say a prayer that I will be the nurse that my patients need and that I will be a light in their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of day, I'm bushed so I think I'll call this day quits! Goodnight, Y'all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-5378579790942678721?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5378579790942678721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-id-have-known-how-it-would-all-end.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5378579790942678721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5378579790942678721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-id-have-known-how-it-would-all-end.html' title='If I&apos;d have known how it would all end up, I&apos;d have started here first!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-5553434626484266630</id><published>2008-10-01T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:51:18.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixieland Delight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's one of my favorite "Alabama" songs. And it also happens to be the term I give to anything that makes this Southern girl happy (as of this post anyway--I just came up with it). Corny, I know. But hey, I can only work with the dorky genes God gave me, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anywho, back to my point...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love being a girl! The clothes, the jewelry, the ability to get away with crying for no apparent reason...I could go on and on. Sometimes when I'm feeling especially excited to be a girl, I'll say it out loud and then my hubby just shakes his head and laughs at me. He's just jealous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I got to go ramblin' around with a friend of mine whom we shall call "K." She's going to be in a wedding this weekend and needed someone to go get their nails done with her. Who am I to deny a friend in need? So naturally, I tagged along. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We caught up on each other's lives since we haven't seen one another in awhile. We nosed around a cute little paperie in a fancy shopping strip. We got pampered at the nail salon. And then we had lunch in a tea room! Tomato soup with &lt;em&gt;cream&lt;/em&gt; and chicken salad croissant sandwich, no less. This girly girl was in heaven! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SOQM9Y-_qXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/si2W9a5oHD0/s1600-h/DSCN1985%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="DSCN1985" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SOQMvYc6LoI/AAAAAAAABYU/lJbui4ZdCjk/DSCN1985_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love my nails! I got a French manicure. Why is it that pretty nails make you feel so good? And it always looks so much better than when I do it myself. I'll probably never get a full set of tips again because the manicure looks just like them. And they put that super-thick top coat on that makes it last forever! Love that! Oh, and when it comes off, it doesn't take your whole fingernail with it! Ouch!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just wanted to share some of my happy with y'all today. Local girls--isn't this weather beautiful? Maybe fall is really here! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-5553434626484266630?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5553434626484266630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/dixieland-delight.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5553434626484266630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5553434626484266630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/10/dixieland-delight.html' title='Dixieland Delight'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SOQMvYc6LoI/AAAAAAAABYU/lJbui4ZdCjk/s72-c/DSCN1985_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-8364757607197295964</id><published>2008-09-30T16:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:45:46.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOKdu3LA3NI/AAAAAAAABXo/oUgxJmUqz7k/s1600-h/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251933543877106898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOKdu3LA3NI/AAAAAAAABXo/oUgxJmUqz7k/s320/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all! I have decided to make my blog public again. And, to make it easier for y'all to keep up with my posts, I've added the "Following" widget to my sidebar. If you'd like to follow my blog, then just click on the "Follow this blog" link to the left. You can follow publicly or anonymously, the choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and if you have a blog yourself, you can follow your favorite blogs as well. It really makes it easier to see who's updated recently. Saves me lots of time from clicking on all the blogs I read (and I read tons)! Just see your Blogger Dashboard for more info. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy following! Have a WONDERFUL day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-8364757607197295964?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8364757607197295964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/follow-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8364757607197295964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8364757607197295964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me...'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOKdu3LA3NI/AAAAAAAABXo/oUgxJmUqz7k/s72-c/DSCN0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-19492050246749244</id><published>2008-09-29T11:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:41:05.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't find what you want? Make it yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am loving the pretty cloches that I've seen on some blogs lately. I've looked at just about all my usual stores to try and find just the right one. But, when I've seen them, they are sooo expensive! Or, maybe I'm just cheap. That's probably what it is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As you can imagine, when I ran across &lt;a href="http://darlenesdays-darlene.blogspot.com/2008/09/yep-im-copy-cat.html"&gt;this wonderful blog&lt;/a&gt;, I was super excited! The fabulous Darlene made her own cloche! Out of an upside-down vase, a crystal candleholder, a lamp finial, and some glue!! Genius, I tell you! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, are you wondering what a &lt;em&gt;cloche&lt;/em&gt; is? Well, let me just enlighten you. It's a glass dome with a decorative top (sometimes) that you can put little tchotchsky's under for display. It gives whatever special thing you're displaying its own personal spotlight. Sooo pretty! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And, as I am a shameless copycat, just like Darlene, I vowed to whip up a cloche just as soon as I could get to Lowe's. I found several different styles of finials with little to no effort. However, my enthusiasm was much subdued by the realization that IT IS HARD AS HECK TO FIND A CLOCHE-WORTHY CANDLEHOLDER!! But again, maybe it's just me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After again perusing my favorite stores, and coming up short, I managed to find exactly what I was looking for at Goodwill and Big Lots. Both of which are directly across the street from my neighborhood. Go figure. All that driving around and I could've &lt;strong&gt;walked! &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, and what's even better is that I already had several glass vases in just the right shape. I used them as decorations for my wedding reception. Now, that's what I call recycling! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found those candleholders last week. But, since I must remain true to my procrastinating roots, I just glued the pieces together yesterday morning when I got home from work. It took about 1.5 minutes to put together, and that's including washing the vase and candleholder. For my first attempt, I used an acorn finial. It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; fall, ya know. Here, take a look...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SOEEq0e80bI/AAAAAAAABWg/ok2qHlqdUFk/s1600-h/DSCN1979%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="480" alt="DSCN1979" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SOEEr5BoM0I/AAAAAAAABWk/LjYZsrqezwc/DSCN1979_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Those acorns are from the "deer woods" as my sweet hubby says. He thought I would like them so he brought them home for me one day. Sweet, huh?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's a close-up of the top. You just turn the candle thingy upside down &amp;amp; glue it to the vase. Then, you glue on the finial. Simple! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SOEEsHMAHNI/AAAAAAAABWo/uOdMiTri1TU/s1600-h/DSCN1980%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="480" alt="DSCN1980" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SOEEtMUFc_I/AAAAAAAABWs/ASDlALBuz9Y/DSCN1980_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="360" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm definitely gonna be making a few more of these! I have about 4 or 5 more finials to play around with and another style of candleholder. I'll show you another version when I can find a another spare 1.5 minutes to put it together. Ha! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! Go look at Darlene's blog for lots of really cute ideas!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blessings to all and to all a great day!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-19492050246749244?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/19492050246749244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-find-what-you-want-make-it-yourself.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/19492050246749244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/19492050246749244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-find-what-you-want-make-it-yourself.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t find what you want? Make it yourself!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SOEEr5BoM0I/AAAAAAAABWk/LjYZsrqezwc/s72-c/DSCN1979_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-4493245126261478730</id><published>2008-09-28T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:35:01.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show &amp; Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remember these...? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w5vR55bI/AAAAAAAABUY/QJ-fZAMPM2E/s1600-h/DSCN1922%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="DSCN1922" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w6E8utGI/AAAAAAAABUc/RGy8zSGZ-oI/DSCN1922_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w60RgXJI/AAAAAAAABUg/F6QdoiHbVFw/s1600-h/DSCN1923%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="DSCN1923" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w7JKuleI/AAAAAAAABUk/v84DBBLcqSA/DSCN1923_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't wait to show y'all how they came together to make a really fun project! I get so excited about making things these days! It seems that I've been getting inspiration from every magazine I read, blog I follow, and crafty thought that pops in my head. This project happens to be something I just dreamed up one day. This sad old lamp had definitely seen better days and I decided to spruce it up a little. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, without further ado, here's an informal tutorial on bringing a worn lamp back into the spotlight! :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I made a template of the circular lamp tray and then folded it in half repeatedly until I had 8 equal (well, sort of) triangles. Then, I traced them on the back of my scrapbook paper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w7sfJL0I/AAAAAAAABUo/JC6UAA0QAfM/s1600-h/DSCN1926%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="DSCN1926" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w7wzp0PI/AAAAAAAABUs/k1Chu0vWebc/DSCN1926_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I taped the pieces together on the back to keep them together while I continued working. Oh, and just to add some color, I printed out some letters on my computer to make our monogram. Because you can never have enough monogrammed stuff, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w8_eXQuI/AAAAAAAABUw/47UY8AZbrEw/s1600-h/DSCN1927%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="DSCN1927" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w9Hn5MJI/AAAAAAAABU0/F4ue3sla5tY/DSCN1927_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After I decoupaged (love that Mod Podge!) the monogram onto the circle, it was time for the embellishment. The seams of the paper looked a little plain to me, so I decoupaged some thin chocolate brown ribbon directly on top of them. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w9xj8opI/AAAAAAAABU4/4ou4TgIa4JY/s1600-h/DSCN1928%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="DSCN1928" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w-MGhB-I/AAAAAAAABU8/gEcEsPVa_JA/DSCN1928_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whew! That was tricky! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, the whole thing got a coat of Mod Podge to give it uniformity of color. Once that was dry, I &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; carefully cut one of the seams and slid it around the lamp post on the under-side of the tray. &lt;em&gt;After &lt;/em&gt;cleaning the glass &amp;amp; applying a layer of M.P., of course. An old gift card served as my bubble-getter-outer and the seams got one more coat of M.P. for reinforcement. Which brings us to this...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w-4hmPuI/AAAAAAAABVA/-xTpKOqPh-M/s1600-h/DSCN1931%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="DSCN1931" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w_ORbGuI/AAAAAAAABVE/rWSNjN8eyHY/DSCN1931_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A fresh new lamp tray! But wait! I'm not done yet. We still have to paint the lamp a more appealing color! I'm sure you all know how to tape off so I won't bore you with those pics. But, after a light sanding and a few coats of gray primer, this little beauty got several coats of Rustoleum's Dark Bronze spray paint. I wasn't crazy about the color at first. It was not the color I had envisioned at all--too dark and not enough brown in it. After a few days and the right lamp shade though, it's grown on me. There actually is some sparkle to it...if you squint &amp;amp; get real close. Ha! Wanna see? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In all it's glory...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w_vlxE0I/AAAAAAAABVI/1C96OhkzARI/s1600-h/DSCN1953%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="DSCN1953" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xADyyEmI/AAAAAAAABVM/LR-F7RtWI7U/DSCN1953_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now for the close-ups, Mr. Deville...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The shade~~such a great faux suede!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xAVNUtYI/AAAAAAAABVQ/XTdpQALcghA/s1600-h/DSCN1961%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="DSCN1961" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xAloSAcI/AAAAAAAABVU/zEMdvfgzYtU/DSCN1961_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the tray...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xBcoz3TI/AAAAAAAABVY/aYLT8B9R5c0/s1600-h/DSCN1965%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="DSCN1965" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xCMxx6NI/AAAAAAAABVc/5I_9eEmGnrU/DSCN1965_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can you see the color a little better?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xCR14LCI/AAAAAAAABVg/Rm83J5sw78k/s1600-h/DSCN1966%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="DSCN1966" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xCqFY0DI/AAAAAAAABVk/bxXWkkRBJqU/DSCN1966_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No? How about now?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xDPfHPDI/AAAAAAAABVo/flvxY-5H8ro/s1600-h/DSCN1972%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="DSCN1972" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xDT59OyI/AAAAAAAABVs/enbhEHEZock/DSCN1972_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yeah, I think I can live with this! Goodbye, ugly gold lamp, hello lovely bronze lamp! I love how the shade comes to life when the lamp is lit. It's so warm and cozy feelin'! Hope this leaves y'all with a warm fuzzy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xD1Roq4I/AAAAAAAABVw/p_i0xCQdDq4/s1600-h/DSCN1962%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="DSCN1962" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-xEH_anxI/AAAAAAAABV0/6VgDPDE9Aeo/DSCN1962_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, go create something! Even if it's just a paper chain! You'll have fun, I promise! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Be sure to check back soon, I have a few other pretties in the works! Bye now!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-4493245126261478730?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4493245126261478730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/show-tell.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4493245126261478730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4493245126261478730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/show-tell.html' title='Show &amp;amp; Tell'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SN-w6E8utGI/AAAAAAAABUc/RGy8zSGZ-oI/s72-c/DSCN1922_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-588684717070686517</id><published>2008-09-24T12:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:12:49.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey y'all! I just downloaded Windows Live Writer and I'm testing it out to see if I like it or not. So just skip this post if you want!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SNpziV_h-RI/AAAAAAAABRo/eabPMDXiXwE/DSCN1123%5B20%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSCN1123" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SNpziu1k8_I/AAAAAAAABRs/z8NXiubePeA/DSCN1123_thumb%5B18%5D.jpg" width="240" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Okay, so, adding this pic was sooo much easier in Writer than in Blogger!! Folks at Blogger, maybe you should consider fixing that little problem? Anyway, here goes nothin'!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Edited to add: Windows Live Writer is super easy to use! It worked perfectly with my blog! I was worried that my template would mess it up, but nope! It worked just fine! I highly recommend that all you folks out there download this now!! The best part? It's FREE! And yes, this is a shameless plug for Live Writer. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-588684717070686517?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/588684717070686517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/588684717070686517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/588684717070686517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-testing.html' title='Just testing...'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/everydayashlie/SNpziu1k8_I/AAAAAAAABRs/z8NXiubePeA/s72-c/DSCN1123_thumb%5B18%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7685650007810279571</id><published>2008-09-23T12:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:53:07.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few happies today</title><content type='html'>Hi there! Well, I haven't gotten around to sharing Part 2 of our TN trip with y'all yet but I wanted to post a few things that are making me smile lately. Hopefully, I can post the rest of our trip tomorrow morning when I get off of work. Speaking of work...only about 1 1/2 more weeks before I start the DAY SHIFT!! Yay! No more being separated from my Sugar Pie at night! We are both sooo ready for the change. But I'm rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law has several hummingbird feeders in her yard and I loved them so much that I had to go &amp;amp; get my own! I love the fun polka dots on this one! Oh, and I was skeptical about whether or not the little birds were still around, but the first one made his debut about 10 minutes after I hung it up! Ha! It gives me such joy to watch these tiny little creatures buzz about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271784523722770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SNko4E4EcBI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Rb-BmS52_UM/s320/DSCN1944-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's super hard to catch the little guys while they're feeding but I gave it my best shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249272097829834866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SNkpKUCEUHI/AAAAAAAABRE/bqlk7Bkrl2M/s320/RSCN1948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY want a camera with serious zoom skills! Goals, y'all, ya gotta have goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetie and I went to a flea market on Saturday morning and had a great time browsing through all the stuff! I got a cookie jar shaped like a basket of apples and a couple of lapel pins from the '60s. Even Nathan said he enjoyed himself! Here he is in the indoor section. He's holding a net he got to get his bait fish out of the bait tank. I love my fisherman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249272883625993474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SNkp4DWeJQI/AAAAAAAABRM/-UnYLZ9tZVk/s320/DSCN1920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, a sneak peek of my latest project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249273225976059298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SNkqL-tFlaI/AAAAAAAABRU/4FP4X4FDlcs/s320/DSCN1922.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and this have to do with one another?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249273559549539858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SNkqfZXM9hI/AAAAAAAABRc/LiCCZR79qXU/s320/DSCN1923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You'll have to wait 'til it's all done to find out! Don't worry, it won't be too long...it's 99% done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope y'all enjoyed seeing some of what's making me smile these days. What's putting a grin on your faces? I'd love to hear it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a wonderfully blessed FALL day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7685650007810279571?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7685650007810279571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-happies-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7685650007810279571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7685650007810279571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-happies-today.html' title='A few happies today'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SNko4E4EcBI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Rb-BmS52_UM/s72-c/DSCN1944-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-5151947079823540435</id><published>2008-09-15T11:38:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:03:02.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always so hard to come back home...Part 1</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful trip to Tennessee! The trip up there was seamless, except for the fact that I had worked the night before and could not fall asleep in the car. By the time we got to my grandmother's house, I had been up for about 36 hours and was beyond delirious! A good night's rest fixed me right up, though, and I even got up early with my hubby. It's a rare occasion that he can stay in the bed past sunrise! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to see my family, we stopped in a town near Memphis to see some friends who are our second family. It was so good to see the kids (who don't look like kids anymore!) and their mom. Their dad had to be away that Saturday so we didn't get to see him...we missed you, Mr. R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to tour their GORGEOUS house and ate lunch at a yummy Italian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246290522172960850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6RbxKeMFI/AAAAAAAABEo/o4XtP6IUnu0/s320/DSCN1782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the checkered tablecloths. Oh, and I REALLY loved this fried zucchini we had as an appetizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246291017882469026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6R4n01AqI/AAAAAAAABEw/gOqFT-tSQao/s320/DSCN1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I always thought I hated zucchini but this definitely proved me wrong! Must've been a bias left over from childhood. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. J and the kids showed us around their town-which is really pretty-and then we got to visit with them at their house for awhile. E gave the guilt-inducing looks her best shot trying to get us to spend the night, but somehow we resisted. Next time, Sweet Girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both kids blasted me and Nathan at a few games of pool. Okay, actually I'm the one who was TERRIBLE at pool. But, I can lose gracefully! How cool is it that they have a game room with a pool table in it? I was almost jealous! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we managed to drag ourselves away from their house, it was on to my Granna's. And just like every time we go home, she was sittin' up waiting on us to get in. Poor thing, I don't think we've ever rolled into her house before dark! Let's just say we like to pace ourselves when traveling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning, my aunt wanted to take Nathan &amp;amp; me on a drive to look for deer. She always goes out a little after 6 am to check her "trails." We, however, didn't make it out there 'til around 7:30. We saw some really pretty country and some turkeys way off in a field. See if you can spot them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246294434965743346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6U_hc95vI/AAAAAAAABE4/2Vz1SZBK7Qc/s320/DSCN1791.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yep, they're the black blobs in the foreground. My camera's zoom is not the best, alright? Anyway, we continued on and just as we coming to the end of the trail, we saw a doe and her fawn right by the side of the road. I think they got a little spooked when Nathan slammed on the brakes and this pic is the best I could get. I think the baby is hiding in the bushes. Can you even see mama? Sorry, I didn't mean for this post to turn into "Where's the Wildlife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246295128744294610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6Vn5-qeNI/AAAAAAAABFA/6LOql9rusAY/s320/DSCN1792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back to Granna's house, I snapped a few photos of the homeplace that I love so much. This is my Poppy's storage shed.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246296273915768418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6WqkE0bmI/AAAAAAAABFI/489-ZjR2CnY/s320/DSCN1794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interior and some great old tools of my grandfather's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6XmuY-93I/AAAAAAAABFw/L99KJbkdeM4/s1600-h/DSCN1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246297307476850546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6XmuY-93I/AAAAAAAABFw/L99KJbkdeM4/s320/DSCN1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246297479664089714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6Xwv1nunI/AAAAAAAABF4/AUhZ2kUUTKU/s320/DSCN1798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought these dampers for the flue of Granna's woodstove were neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246297731855178898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6X_bUqXJI/AAAAAAAABGA/ydl9tSPDi-A/s320/DSCN1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went to visit my Great Aunt on Sunday. She just lost her husband this year and has been having a hard time with it. He was a pastor and the sweetest man ever. He always had a new joke to tell any visitors that might stop by! Nathan and I had fun exploring their little farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was the funniest little dog running around. He belongs to my great aunt's son, but he kind of just roams at whim. Aunt L said they call him "Bozo" and he fits his name...so goofy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's got some critter cornered in this drain pipe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246299458178373890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6Zj6YL2QI/AAAAAAAABGI/f6B4m94YP4w/s320/DSCN1802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt L has a really old grapevine and lots of fruit trees! Peaches and apples, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6aUjnK2nI/AAAAAAAABGQ/vM3_4IpbG30/s1600-h/DSCN1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246300293880797810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6aUjnK2nI/AAAAAAAABGQ/vM3_4IpbG30/s320/DSCN1806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6aer3Vk1I/AAAAAAAABGY/_KD6futONjo/s1600-h/DSCN1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246300467894784850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6aer3Vk1I/AAAAAAAABGY/_KD6futONjo/s320/DSCN1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Bozo led us up to their old horse barn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246300994879867890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6a9XCXy_I/AAAAAAAABGg/Nw30kmD8DOU/s320/DSCN1811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where we found this unexpected surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246301310206911874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6bPtuMpYI/AAAAAAAABGo/V4X06tF1ko4/s320/DSCN1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puppies! There were 3 boys and 3 girls, and they were ALL white! They were so sweet! And they must've been hungry because they kept nuzzling Nathan's ankles. Ha! My sweetie just couldn't resist cuddling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246301967466564338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6b1-NHCvI/AAAAAAAABGw/flW4lFjZ1k4/s320/DSCN1817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't you just love that smile? And the puppy's yawn, too? So sweet!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we finally put the puppies down, we went and sat on the porch swing in the cool afternoon breeze. But not before I snapped a shot of my aunt's beautiful homestead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246302901977430178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6csXh3OKI/AAAAAAAABG4/48kAzdmy1Y8/s320/DSCN1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That porch swing was sooo comfy! And my sweetie is sooo goofy! That's what makes life fun, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246303307625638290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6dD-r7qZI/AAAAAAAABHA/Hafhz5Fd4Ys/s320/DSCN1819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Tuesday, I somehow came down with a major case of what felt like diptheria. I don't know if it was the not-so-fresh Captain D's I ate on Monday night, but somethin' had a hold of my gut bad!! Needless to say, the last 2 days we spent in middle TN were spent on my other aunt's couch and in her &lt;em&gt;upstairs&lt;/em&gt; restroom. There was a child present who didn't need to be privy to such atrocities of the bowel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to the masses: if you have a possible stomach virus, Immodium is not your friend. It works a little too well and viruses are not meant to stay in your body. Savvy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my 48-hour death march, we did have a nice visit with my aunt and her family. Nathan got to ride around on the four-wheeler and tromp through the woods, which made him happy. And I got to paint my fingernails bubblegum pink and watch HGTV all day with Aunt C. Loved it! I wish we had gotten to spend some more time with my folks, but I don't think a visit is ever long enough. I just try to enjoy the time that I do have with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to Nathan's folk's place on Thursday but check back tomorrow for that installment. There promises to be just as many, if not more, pics in that post. Y'all have a great day, now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-5151947079823540435?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5151947079823540435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-always-so-hard-to-come-back.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5151947079823540435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5151947079823540435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-always-so-hard-to-come-back.html' title='It&apos;s always so hard to come back home...Part 1'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SM6RbxKeMFI/AAAAAAAABEo/o4XtP6IUnu0/s72-c/DSCN1782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-840035935412677674</id><published>2008-09-11T12:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:03:45.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come out, come out, wherever you are!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why you only see bugs in your house when they come out and lay in the very middle of the floor (usually the kitchen) gasping and kicking for their last breath? Why is that? And why are they always on their backs when you find them? Are they so clumsy that a little bread crumb trips them up and...oh well...there goes my chances for a nice bug's life!? Oh, and I love how they like to come out and play dead when company visits. Nice touch, that. Bugs are such drama queens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I'm blogging about bugs, here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244821028222839010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SMlY79m4qOI/AAAAAAAABEE/PYIy0nYnLs8/s320/DSCN1912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I found this little bugger in an odd place as places to find bugs go. He (or she?) was at the end of the hallway near our front bedroom. He was, of course, on his back. The only thing I can think of is that he was meandering across the threshold from the carpet to the wood floor, and, oops! There he went! I actually found him not moving at all and he made no attempts to kick when I gently nudged him with my shoe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, when I woke up, he was kicking and moving frantically. Hence, the bug jail, a.k.a. "glass." I wouldn't want him to miraculously flip over and run away, now would I? Oh, and if you're also wondering why I didn't get rid of him &lt;em&gt;yesterday...&lt;/em&gt; Well, ewww! I forgot to tell my hubby about him and I am not about to touch it myself. Cut me some slack, ok? Me and bugs are not friends. I know God gave us dominion over all the creatures of the earth, but if He wanted me to be able to dispose of a bug, then He shouldn't have made them so darn crunchy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mere sound of stepping on a bug makes chill bumps pop out all over my body and shivers run up my spine. Not pleasant. At all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Mr. Bug will stay right there in his buggy jail until hubby gets home from work. Then, we will see. I'll probably have to convince Nathan to squish him because for some reason he thinks even BUGS should be allowed to live. Why, I don't know. I do know that &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; bug is not going to be thrown outside just so he can come back into MY house. No, sir. Not this time!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-840035935412677674?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/840035935412677674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/840035935412677674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/840035935412677674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are.html' title='Come out, come out, wherever you are!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SMlY79m4qOI/AAAAAAAABEE/PYIy0nYnLs8/s72-c/DSCN1912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2402466769827737142</id><published>2008-08-28T09:07:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:14:07.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? It's me again!</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Apparently I decided to take a 2 1/2 month blog break. I know, you wish I would've warned you. But, the thing is, it just sorta happened on the fly. I got busy, was too lazy to post, and my sister moved away (that's a whole other post). And to top it all off, my computer decided to succumb to one or several of the viruses floating around WebLand. So, when I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; ready to post two weeks ago...ha! no internet connection! So there. Those pesky little 1's and 0's showed me! I just &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; I was gonna get back into the swing of blogging.&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;Anyway, my computer has been revived (thank you, Lord) and I am anxious to show you what I've been up to this summer. Yes, I have a few PICTURES! Yay! Actually, this post is going to be rife with pics since I'm so behind. They may or may not be in chronological order, though. It depends on how cooperative Blogger is today. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that my sister and I like to make stuff and since she now lives thousands of miles away (I can exaggerate if I want to) this blog will be my route to showing her, &lt;em&gt;and you, &lt;/em&gt;what I create. I may occasionally post pics of things I buy that I want to show my Sis, as well. And, of course, I'll still be posting pics of things that my Sweetie &amp;amp; I do together. This means that all of you may be completely bored with the pics I post from time to time. But! If you're nosy like me, you may just love it! :) Here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been to the Red River several times to swim &amp;amp; play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239980557563407826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgmjfOFLdI/AAAAAAAAA68/TJG4ax65urM/s320/DSCN1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239981539505757346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgncpPYXKI/AAAAAAAAA7E/yW1xoEKGsVk/s320/DSCN1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239981685499549330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgnlJHA1pI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Foov4J5F1PU/s320/DSCN1711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, K's, little girl turned 1 year old at the beginning of August. I decided to make her a stuffed puppy dog for her birthday. I used McCall's #M4893. I was intimidated at first, but it turned out to be easier than it looked! This is the first "patterned" project I've done by myself. As in, no Mama there to run to for every little question! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239981994624573666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgn3IsKYOI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ym0XyLGTGWw/s320/DSCN1715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All cut out and ready to sew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239982436408112898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgoQ2dkNwI/AAAAAAAAA7k/sl0utJ-5g2w/s320/DSCN1726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Side view of the finished puppy. Some of you may remember this fabric from the &lt;a href="http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/11/bits-and-pieces.html"&gt;"Perfect Tote"&lt;/a&gt; I made a while back. I used my leftover fat quarters from that bag to make this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239982729380986434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgoh53vfkI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Y_lQxq0YOq0/s320/DSCN1727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front view. I love how its tail is so perky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239982939539690610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgouIxe1HI/AAAAAAAAA70/4MU1ozuapqk/s320/DSCN1729.JPG" width="242" border="0" /&gt;Bottom view. Gotta have some toile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239983166389677954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgo7V2u74I/AAAAAAAAA78/MPaN7EntYMM/s320/DSCN1730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My personal favorite part of the puppy...the ribbon collar! There was a pattern piece to make a collar out of fabric, but I wanted to do something different *ahem* easier. Hey, I was tired of sewing at that point! No, actually, I was going to tie a bow out of some brown velvet ribbon but as I was playing around with my options, I happened upon this look and loved it. So, that's how the ribbon collar came to be! The polka dots are actually the same pink as the rest of the fabrics, even though they look white in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239983372775420642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgpHWs7cuI/AAAAAAAAA8E/UATvZDKz13c/s320/DSCN1731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My mom gave me this adorable patriotic flower pot at the beginning of the summer. My Sis didn't want to have to pack it, so I got it instead. Score! I found this puny little lavender plant on sale at Lowe's. I'm hoping the plant is just a late bloomer and will take off next season. By the way, more to come about the chair in just a sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239984148885334994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgp0h7869I/AAAAAAAAA8M/k6FX563HK_0/s320/DSCN1656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;New vignette in my front living room. I "shopped the house" and put some old stuff to new use. The tables are covered in pillow shams! Ha! Hey, they hide the corners that served as Buster's teething tables! This is also a "before" photo of the window treatment in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239984432674490306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgqFDIjx8I/AAAAAAAAA8U/R4ecqrAJc2o/s320/DSCN1660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"After" photo. I like to call this look "Country Chic" since we have the pretties alongside the deer antlers and mounted ducks. Those plaid panels were only $15 at Wal-Mart and the green plant stand in the middle was $20 at Ross! I already had the valance and the curtain rod is another Wal-Mart find. Sis, do you notice my latest Willow Tree's on the tables? I love them, thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239985492405892466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgrCu8NtXI/AAAAAAAAA8s/XNwTvOXr9Tw/s320/DSCN1735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close-up of the curtain rod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239985731067977426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgrQoBsHtI/AAAAAAAAA80/md2sDLiegVs/s320/DSCN1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok, this was a project I tackled back in mid-spring. Our friends, K &amp;amp; P, gave us one of their old dining table chairs and I figured it would appreciate a second life. It was your typical brown chair with tan reeding and seat fabric. It had great lines so I decided to make it unique and have fun with the color. Hence, the bubblegum pink. I sanded the shiny varnish off first, and then did a couple coats of white primer. Next came the pink and white. All of this was done using spray paint! I love that stuff! I especially love the trigger handles you can get for the cans. Keeps those fingertips from going numb! Oh, and the seat fabric? It was a remnant I had in my fabric stash! How cool is that? I had been looking all over for fabric that I liked, and I ended up having some in my closet! I still haven't finished the seat, though. I bought new foam to go on there and I need to actually staple the fabric on. It's just tucked around the existing seat for right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239984676878963778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgqTQ3cVEI/AAAAAAAAA8c/YgM0n6Qmv4c/s320/DSCN1661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Sweetie finally got the new boat he's been wanting! This is straight from the factory. After I took this pic, he took it down to Bass Pro to get the console, steering wheel, &amp;amp; motor mounted. Then he installed the seats himself. I'll have to put a finished pic of the boat on here later. We love it and have already taken it out several times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239985125835000274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgqtZW5ydI/AAAAAAAAA8k/cmXwOvD-NVU/s320/DSCN1658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love sweet tea and wanted something cute to store my tea bags in. But, I couldn't find anything in the stores that struck my fancy. So, I went down to my favorite store, Hobby Lobby, and picked up an unfinished wooden box to paint myself. Here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239986047077278002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgrjBQLYTI/AAAAAAAAA88/d8nj8BssO68/s320/DSCN1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mixed a little gold paint with the brown to give it some sparkle. 'Cause you know I love me some bling! The gold thing on the front is supposed to resemble a name plaque or something. I haven't decided if I like that though. What do y'all think? Should I take it off? Or what else could I do to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239986270706633362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgrwCVkipI/AAAAAAAAA9E/nfMH4JgRMKk/s320/DSCN1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Honey got me a Pink Dazzle Chi hair iron for my birthday! Yay! And my friend, P, gave me this adorable beach towel for my birthday as well. Gotta love monograms! She also gave me some really cute recipe cards but I forgot to stick them in the picture. Oops! Thanks, y'all! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239986479146275346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgr8K1dEhI/AAAAAAAAA9M/yB7CAoQJj3c/s320/DSCN1737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have a few more pics of stuff I wanted to show y'all but I can't find them on my computer right now. Oh well, there's always next time! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan &amp;amp; I are leaving tomorrow to go home to Tennessee to visit the family and I haven't decided if I want to tote the laptop or not. So, I may talk to y'all soon, or it might be a week or so. After 2 1/2 months, what's a week, huh? I hope y'all are having a great day! Bye now! &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/6418397182159399492-2402466769827737142?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2402466769827737142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-all-apparently-i-decided-to-take.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2402466769827737142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2402466769827737142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-all-apparently-i-decided-to-take.html' title='Hello? It&apos;s me again!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SLgmjfOFLdI/AAAAAAAAA68/TJG4ax65urM/s72-c/DSCN1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-1094187537246553263</id><published>2008-06-05T16:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:17:15.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lord preserves the faithful. Psalm 31:23</title><content type='html'>Hey, y'all. I have a serious request to ask of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brother in Christ needs our prayers desperately. &lt;a href="http://patdanielsmith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daniel Smith&lt;/a&gt;, a long-time friend of my aunt's, is battling cancer of the tongue. The technical term is squamous cell oral cancer, for you medical folks out there. Daniel has a blog in which he chronicles his thoughts, feelings, and nitty-gritty details of having cancer. Don't expect to be depressed after you read his words, though. His is the most uplifting outlook I've ever encountered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, his struggle is real and he is suffering from intense pain that makes it difficult for him to eat and sleep. He's having to puree all his foods (apparently steak from Outback is pretty good when run through the blender). And, he's had to quit talking because of the pain. Not only can he not talk, but he can't sing right now...this man has an AMAZING voice. One of my favorite memories is of going to my aunt's tiny little church in Tennessee and listening to Daniel and his brother, Doug, sing. I remember feeling the presence of the Lord even at my young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my request...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray &lt;em&gt;specifically &lt;/em&gt;that God will ease Daniel's pain. Pray for God to guide the doctors' decision-making in treatment. Pray that God will preserve Daniel's speech and singing. And perhaps most importantly, pray that God will keep Daniel's heart and mind in His hand, safe from harmful thoughts or discouraging words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for your prayers. Go read Daniel's blog and leave him words of encouragement in the comments section. It doesn't matter that you don't know him, we are all connected by the blood of Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-1094187537246553263?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1094187537246553263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/06/lord-preserves-faithful-psalm-3123.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1094187537246553263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1094187537246553263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/06/lord-preserves-faithful-psalm-3123.html' title='The Lord preserves the faithful. Psalm 31:23'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6570960148222898025</id><published>2008-05-27T11:52:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:42:52.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, how time flies!</title><content type='html'>It's been a year, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year since I married the love of my life, the funniest man on earth, the sweetest husband around, and the only leader I will follow unconditionally. Nathan and I have said several times over the course of this first year together that it has been so &lt;em&gt;easy &lt;/em&gt;and FUN!! Everyone said there would be an adjustment period where we would be getting used to each other's habits, but, we're still waiting for that to happen! Maybe we are super easy-going because it seems as though we've blended our lives seamlessly. Of course, there's been a few little "I do it this way..." moments, but no big blow-ups and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look at my husband, I am constantly reminded of how HUGELY God blessed me with this man. I am absolutely, 100% positive that there is no other man more perfect for me than Nathan. Our love story is too full of God's hand and we are just so much alike. Even our differences complement one another. For instance, I abhor doing the bills &amp;amp; checkbook, while Nathan is great at managing our finances. I just ask him for a general run-down and get him to tell me how much I can spend on something. This year has truly been the best of my life and we are well on our way to keeping a promise we made to each other in the beginning...to be newlyweds forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To celebrate our 1st Anniversary, we took a little weekend trip to Arkansas. **Destiny, Nathan decided he wanted to surprise me, so we'll have to check out some of those great places in Mississippi next time!** The only thing I knew about the trip was that we were going somewhere outside of Mena, Arkansas (and that's only because my honey slipped up one day!). We left on Friday evening and headed to what turned out to be the &lt;a href="http://www.queenwilhelmina.com/"&gt;Queen Wilhelmina State Park&lt;/a&gt;, 14 miles outside of Mena. Here's a picture tour of our trip...(descriptions at the top of each photo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excited to be on our way (yes, those are my sunglasses Nathan is wearing) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205107547501206754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxBvJKDnOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AuE-mWLD39U/s320/DSCN1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The lodge where we stayed at Queen Wilhelmina. It was so nice and they had yummy food in the dining room! There were lots of recreational bikers there that weekend (not the mean &amp;amp; scary kind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205108045717413106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxCMJKDnPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/rFNqU-IpX3o/s320/DSCN1528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view of the front of the lodge. It sits on the top of Rich Mountain, which is Arkansas's 2nd highest peak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205108475214142722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxClJKDnQI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9FoqCtX3kxU/s320/DSCN1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had great views! Saturday morning we got up early and went out to explore after breakfast. Nathan is using his binoculars to get a bird's eye view of the valley. Notice the wooden trail marker? There was a trail called "Lover's Leap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205109325617667346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxDWpKDnRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/w6LelHUgatE/s320/DSCN1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the path to the Reservoir Trail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205109716459691298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxDtZKDnSI/AAAAAAAAAfg/R2qH9V2Ml7Q/s320/DSCN1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and came upon this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205109948387925298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxD65KDnTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/5xYF3J-XdHY/s320/DSCN1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here's the actual reservoir. Doesn't look like it gets much use these days, does it? Looks more like a snake den than a water tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205110364999753026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxETJKDnUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/vFBKcYy13_4/s320/DSCN1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This Ohio Spiderwort was growing all along the trail. Isn't it pretty? By the way, I only know it's name because there was a poster depicting all the wildflowers you can find in Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205111842468502866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxFpJKDnVI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mPsqDN58jws/s320/DSCN1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trail was not so easy on the way back! Those rocky steps got a little tricky and we took a few rest stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205291793008270914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDzpTpKDnkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/u4zexjmqQhk/s320/DSCN1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm catching my breath on a bench that was so conveniently placed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205113229742939506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxG55KDnXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/AqkqnvFeUDI/s320/DSCN1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan had fun looking under rocks for crawdads and salamanders. Ick! He finally found a baby salamander...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205114926255021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxIcpKDnZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4OFCKDruJmY/s320/DSCN1541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day we drove all around the surrounding towns and even ventured into Oklahoma for a bit! We ate at a neat little restaurant in Heavener, Oklahoma that was once a train car. It had been restored and converted into an eatery. Can you guess it's name?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205114479578422658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxICpKDnYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/CAg5lZjafJQ/s320/DSCN1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On Sunday, we decided that we had done all there was to do at Queen Wilhelmina, so we checked out early and headed to Hot Springs. I had been there a long time ago and thought it might be fun. I had forgotten how touristy it is and Nathan and I decided that we don't like being surrounded by crowds of people all clamoring to get their hands on souvenir junk! We did end up having a good time though. We took a sight-seeing ride on a "Duck," a big boat with wheels that can drive and go in the water! It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205116219040177570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxJn5KDnaI/AAAAAAAAAgg/taSyItNgVAY/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain Carl was our tour guide...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205117640674352562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxK6pKDnbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/9P92_qeXfSI/s320/DSCN1563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Good thing we had cash money on us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205118091645918658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxLU5KDncI/AAAAAAAAAgw/bTTKiTvAZ6I/s320/DSCN1562.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We also paid a visit (and a pretty penny) to a slightly creepy aquarium. It was fine until Nathan was petting the resident turtle, "Slow Poke," and we noticed an ever-growing puddle underneath her. She was peeing on the floor! And when we looked around, it looked like the floors hadn't been cleaned in quite awhile! Yuck, yuck, yuck! The rest of the place was kind of dimly lit and just had a "carny" air to it. We got out of there pretty fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205119624949243346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxMuJKDndI/AAAAAAAAAg4/YRn2lg61TsY/s320/DSCN1568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being grossed-out by the aquarium, we decided to find a place to snooze for the night. We checked in, dropped off our bags, and then headed to &lt;a href="http://www.garvangardens.org/"&gt;Garvan Woodland Gardens&lt;/a&gt;. This is a former private citizen's home that has been turned into a couple hundred acres of lush gardens &amp;amp; wooded areas by the University of Arkansas. It was very relaxing to stroll along the trails and see all the different plants and ponds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205120879079693794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxN3JKDneI/AAAAAAAAAhA/JpOBalX3jkk/s320/DSCN1570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205121205497208306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxOKJKDnfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/lJJ5_k_oaUw/s320/DSCN1576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A nice man offered to take our picture for us. It was sunny that afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205121712303349250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxOnpKDngI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0bxXV4vwB9U/s320/DSCN1579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we got to the gardens, there was a wedding just finishing up in the chapel so we saved that tour for last. I'm so glad we did. Just look at this beauty! This is &lt;a href="http://www.garvangardens.org/discover/anthony-chapel.asp"&gt;Anthony Chapel&lt;/a&gt;, isn't it amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205122803225042450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxPnJKDnhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/RTb4-y0tUmc/s320/DSCN1580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's built from wood, stone, and glass. The ceilings are 57 feet tall and it has floor to ceiling windows. It is so peaceful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205123361570790946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxQHpKDniI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZwBhnhU7v0s/s320/DSCN1583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy thing is, I didn't realize it 'til we'd been there for awhile, but this is the church that my friend, K, showed me on the internet a couple years ago. She raved about it and said she'd love to get married there. How about that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such a pretty altar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205124396657909298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxRD5KDnjI/AAAAAAAAAho/6LcCz4fjIKI/s320/DSCN1584.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We had a great time relaxing together on our trip! Monday, May 19th, was our actual anniversary and we took our time making our way home. That night, we got dressed up and went to dinner at Superior Steakhouse. It was DELICIOUS! It's definitely a special occasion place though because it is so expensive! But it was worth every penny, they even brought us a piece of cheesecake for dessert that had "Happy 1st Anniversary" written around the edge of the plate in chocolate! Yum! I didn't take a picture because I thought they might look at me funny in that fancy place. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y'all, this year went by so fast. As wonderful as it's been, I can't wait to see what the Lord has in store for the rest of our years together. Not that I'm rushing time. Goodness knows it'll get here and be gone fast enough! So, go kiss your husband and hug your kids. They're blessings, believe it or not. Just think about how you'd feel if you never got to put the toilet seat down again, never got to put the cap back on the toothpaste again, or never got to pick a high-heel Barbie shoe out of your tender foot again. If something happened to one of your people, you'd be begging to be annoyed just one more time. Treasure all the time you have with your hubbies and babies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you so much for sharing in my memories of this special milestone! Have a blessed day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6570960148222898025?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6570960148222898025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-how-time-flies.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6570960148222898025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6570960148222898025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-how-time-flies.html' title='Oh, how time flies!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SDxBvJKDnOI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AuE-mWLD39U/s72-c/DSCN1527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6715777407166917850</id><published>2008-05-23T12:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:11:29.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Online? Yes, I think we are, finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey Y'all! It's good to be back online! Nathan and I were out of town this past weekend for our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1st Anniversary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and our internet connection has been on the fritz. So, I haven't gotten to check blogs as much as I like. The repair-man was supposed to come this morning, in fact, but the dispatcher called and asked if we were online. I told her yes, and she said they'd been working in our area recently. That means I didn't have to wait around for a strange man to show up and come in my house! Yay! I'm not crazy about being alone in the house with repair people, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have pictures to show from our trip and the tale to tell. But, you'll have to wait a little longer. I have to work tonight and I need to go take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6715777407166917850?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6715777407166917850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-yes-i-think-we-are-finally.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6715777407166917850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6715777407166917850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-yes-i-think-we-are-finally.html' title='Online? Yes, I think we are, finally!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-1902320099087543262</id><published>2008-05-14T08:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:09:08.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Honey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCrozpKimxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LyGYd1-INYM/s1600-h/DSCN1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200224693673696018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCrozpKimxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LyGYd1-INYM/s400/DSCN1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 years ago today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were born in the month of May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your folks got a double blessing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elated and anxious to be holding twins, I'm guessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your childhood had its rough patches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet you've grown into a man with no matches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful for all you are, and all you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey, I love every side of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our days together are just beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when I think about that, I can't stop grinning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No telling what the future will hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though I know it will be as precious as gold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, you make me so proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could shout it out loud!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever we may weather together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll love you always and forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&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/6418397182159399492-1902320099087543262?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1902320099087543262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-honey.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1902320099087543262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1902320099087543262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-honey.html' title='Happy Birthday, Honey!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCrozpKimxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/LyGYd1-INYM/s72-c/DSCN1398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-5038219505098121254</id><published>2008-05-10T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:29:13.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's One More?</title><content type='html'>Is anybody else out there fascinated by Michelle Duggar and her extremely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LARGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. I love any news of their amazing family. And, I just read on Yahoo! News that she is pregnant with child &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!! Wow, now that's an accomplishment! They are, of course, thrilled to be having another baby. And, I stand in awe of their family dynamics. I've been to their website and read all about life as a Duggar, I played the name-guessing game for the new baby on Discovery Health's website, and I've seen the TV specials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what I'm most curious about? And, forgive me for my candidness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the HECK is her Virginia still north of the Mason Dixon Line?! Good grief, the woman's insides have to be the consistency of one of those 2-week-old birthday balloons found floating around every kid's floor at some point or another. But, hey, God gives to those that can handle it, right? She must be one strong lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my brazenness, but I had to voice my curiosity. *shrug* Seriously, though, the reason I am so fascinated by their family is because they have always been very public with their belief that a successful family centers around a love for the Lord. Even on all the talk shows and such, Jim Bob and Michelle stand up for Jesus. I get a warm fuzzy from watching all the kids interact so lovingly and seeing the order in their household. Theirs is definitely a model I wouldn't have a problem following for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe the 18 kids part. I don't think I'm that much of a woman. And Nathan would have a coronary at the mere thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll stick with good old Ortho Tri-Cyclen and let Michelle Duggar bear the heavy load. No pun intended. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you Arkansas girls think of the Duggars? Have you ever gotten to see them all out and about? Not that they're a circus attraction, but still....have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all have a great day, now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-5038219505098121254?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5038219505098121254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-one-more.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5038219505098121254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5038219505098121254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-one-more.html' title='What&apos;s One More?'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-633165792646168884</id><published>2008-05-06T09:28:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:12:35.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Toledo!</title><content type='html'>&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;We had a GREAT time camping, y'all! It was beautiful weather the whole time we were there and we can't wait to go back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness we decided to drive down on Saturday morning. The park officials told us that we missed out on a big storm Friday night that knocked the power out and had major winds! Our little tent would've been blown all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down to &lt;a href="http://www.crt.state.la.us/parks/intoledo.aspx"&gt;North Toledo Bend State Park &lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning and after checking in, we ventured off to find our water-front campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which turned out to be more like a water-&lt;em&gt;view &lt;/em&gt;campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we weren't exactly able to dock the boat on the shore right next to our camp. No big deal! We didn't let that minor disappointment spoil our fun! The boat launch was only a short ride away and it's really not all that hard to put in and take out the boat. Nathan might say differently, though. After all, the only thing I do is back the truck &amp;amp; trailer down into the water and then park it once the boat floats off! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we made short work of setting up camp (I promise I helped as soon as I put the camera down!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCBwunAsM8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/zhl5vZZKfn0/s1600-h/DSCN1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197277916033725378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCBwunAsM8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/zhl5vZZKfn0/s320/DSCN1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCBw5XAsM9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/bIzbLC7RbsA/s1600-h/DSCN1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197278100717319122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCBw5XAsM9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/bIzbLC7RbsA/s320/DSCN1497.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And once the tent was up and the air mattress set up (so cozy!) we headed out to the lake for some fishin'! Neither one of us had ever been to Toledo Bend before and we were very pleasantly surprised. The lake is HUGE!! Seriously, when you're in the middle of the lake, it feels like you are in the middle of the ocean! I don't think the wind ever stops blowing and those waves can get mighty choppy! It's beautiful and scary all at the same time. Here, let me show you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197280484424168434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCBzEHAsM_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/BSXM9kBl8us/s400/DSCN1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Does that not look vast to you? Notice the choppy waves in the foreground? Yeah, I still feel myself rockin' if I sit still too long! I also liked that there was a good mix of classes along the bank. I didn't get any pictures of them, but there were huge mansions right alongside a row of trailer-house camps. No discrimination on these waters! Ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toledo Bend is one of the largest man-made lakes in the U.S. and has over 167,000 miles of shoreline. And, on some unknown mile marker, I caught this little guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197282430044353538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB01XAsNAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/8w8yS8MpFfY/s320/DSCN1504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a medium-size Blue Gill. Nathan says they're good to eat but my first catch wasn't quite big enough to keep. Oh well, he was fun to catch anyway! And, I've even gotten brave enough to take my fish off the hook by myself! Those fins are sharp and more than a little intimidating, ya know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got tired of fishing, I took a camera break and caught these little cuties sunbathing on a log. There wer&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB2s3AsNCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/tHbq0WUKHKA/s1600-h/DSCN1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197284483038721058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB2s3AsNCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/tHbq0WUKHKA/s320/DSCN1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e turtles on every available surface; we even saw some swimming just under the water's surface! They must have ESP because as soon as I would spot them, I'd turn to tell Nathan about it and when I looked back...Poof!...they were gone! A few of them were pretty big, too. Almost a foot across, I'd say! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday afternoon the wind kicked up pretty hard and we almost didn't think we'd make it back to the boat launch! We were sure glad we'd already made camp and took advantage of the cool evenin' to take a nap in our cozy tent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we woke up, we both REALLY needed to visit the Comfort Station (fancy name for restroom) and then we cooked supper, over a fire of course! We like to eat good w&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB4xXAsNDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/oWCu8J49D3s/s1600-h/DSCN1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197286759371387954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB4xXAsNDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/oWCu8J49D3s/s200/DSCN1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hen we go camping, no plain old burgers and hot dogs for us! Here's my Sweetie patiently waiting for the charcoal to burn down. We had grilled corn on the cob, barbecued chicken drumsticks, and fried potatoes. Yum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, we got up at 5 a.m. (yikes!) to cook breakfast and get out on the lake before sunrise. Actually, I surprised myself because it wasn't really that hard to wake up. Maybe the full to bursting bladder had something to do with it. The only thing that I'm not crazy about while going camping is that you usually have to walk a good ways to the bathroom! My nurse's bladder has a hard time with that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you, it was SO worth it to wake up early and get out on the lake. Just look at this gorgeous sunrise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197289327761830978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB7G3AsNEI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gNqiiuh9Lz8/s320/DSCN1511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my Sweet Boy and our puppy in serious concentration mode...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197289980596859986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB7s3AsNFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/XNtVgl5h-Nc/s320/DSCN1512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sunday was another full day of fishing. We threw out a lot of casts but only got a few bites. Here's a couple that &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; get away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB8unAsNHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/uMD2K5JV9Lg/s1600-h/DSCN1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197291110173258866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB8unAsNHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/uMD2K5JV9Lg/s320/DSCN1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB8R3AsNGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_mHRLs2PZIQ/s1600-h/DSCN1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197290616252019810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCB8R3AsNGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_mHRLs2PZIQ/s320/DSCN1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the best time this weekend just hangin' out with each other and following our own timetable. My Sweetie is the best fishing coach, he's so patient and always encouraging. I love learning new things from him! Fishing is a love he's had for a whole lot longer than me and I'm so thankful that he loves to take me with him. He says fishing with me is his favorite thing to do and I have to say that I cherish each time I get to go out on the water with him too. There's something so peaceful and relaxing about throwing out a line and watching the water dip and sway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's even more relaxing if you keep a 5-gallon bucket handy for "emergencies." Yes, I had to do #1 in the middle of the lake on a steadily rocking boat! Thankfully, I had a jacket to tie around my waist and God kept all the other boats away until I was decent again. Whew! That was a funny experience! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope y'all are having a great day! I leave you with a picture of our goofy puppy. He loved the cool sand at the campsite and I guess it loved him too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197296302788719762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCCBc3AsNJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/r0GlTjK0Lq0/s320/DSCN1510.JPG" border="0" /&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/6418397182159399492-633165792646168884?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/633165792646168884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-toledo.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/633165792646168884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/633165792646168884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-toledo.html' title='Holy Toledo!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SCBwunAsM8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/zhl5vZZKfn0/s72-c/DSCN1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2918674112916711772</id><published>2008-05-02T11:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:28:39.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the Weekend here yet?</title><content type='html'>Woo Hoo! It's Friday! And I am so ready for it, y'all. Because the last two nights at work kicked my boo-hiny. I guess I should be used to it by now, but somehow it's hard to adjust to being run over, stomped on, and dragged around. All to the tune of whimper and a holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuratively speaking, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously, I can't wait for this weekend to get a move on. Because my Sweetie and I are going CAMPING! Yay! Nathan reserved us a water-front campsite on Toledo Bend. He went shopping for fireside munchies last night. And Buster keeps looking at me with those eyes that seem to say, "Is it time to go yet? What about now? Now is it time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough already, puppy dog! Clearly I shouldn't have told him we were going camping until we were actually on the way. Because you know dogs (and kids too, I'm sure) can't contain their excitement about an upcoming trip, be it big or small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving in the morning and will be back home sometime Sunday afternoon/evening. Hopefully, I'll have some neat pictures to share with y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm prayin' that there are no high winds or thunderstorms to blow away our little tent. We &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; hard-core campers, after all. For some reason, whenever Nathan and I do anything outdoorsy together, major precipitation likes to tag along. Oh well, it makes for fun and almost always funny memories. *smile* But that's another post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, Y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-2918674112916711772?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2918674112916711772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-weekend-here-yet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2918674112916711772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2918674112916711772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-weekend-here-yet.html' title='Is the Weekend here yet?'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-1315901657309207883</id><published>2008-04-18T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:20:03.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Tip #2</title><content type='html'>I have another little tidbit for you ladies whose men get grimy and grubby at work. My Sweetie always comes home smelling like oil, gas, grease, dirt, metal, you name it. No amount of Shout stain remover, OxyClean, or Downy ever completely got rid of the smell after I washed his work clothes. So, I asked my mom if she had any suggestions. She said that my aunt uses white distilled vinegar in the rinse water of my uncle's clothes (cause he gets dirty at work &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; runs a farm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a small bottle of vinegar for cooking so I tried pouring some in the bleach cup of my washing machine. I was a little worried that Nathan's clothes would come out stinking like vinegar but then I remembered reading somewhere that the smell evaporates after a few minutes. After the wash cycle was complete, guess what? No yucky boy smells! Yay! His work clothes just smelled really clean and fresh! The next time I went to Wal-Mart I bought a gallon jug of the stuff &amp;amp; now I keep it in the cupboard with the rest of my laundry necessities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you don't have to be very precise in how much you use (at least I'm not). I just pour some white vinegar into either the bleach cup or the fabric softener cup, depending on which one I'm not using. I've also read that vinegar is a really good natural antibacterial (I think?) so I put it in lots of other loads of clothes such as our underwear and towels. I like to think I'm getting stuff clean without loads of chemicals. Who knows, maybe it's all in my head but it seems to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my grandma used to rub white vinegar on me after a bad sunburn. Stunk to high heaven but it took the sting out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-1315901657309207883?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1315901657309207883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-tip-2.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1315901657309207883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1315901657309207883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-tip-2.html' title='Quick Tip #2'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-375434549872934576</id><published>2008-04-18T12:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:05:40.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Factor</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the tag, Jen! I love these things! I think it's neat to find out stuff about other people, especially since I'm nosy at heart and love getting an "inside look!" I'm not gonna tag anybody but please play along anyway! And let me know when you do so I can go snoop around your place! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Things I Can't Live Without Under $10:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my Wal-Mart watch that I use for work (it died last night, though)&lt;br /&gt;2. Degree deodarant (y'all wouldn't want me to do without it!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Aveeno Skin Brightening facial scrub&lt;br /&gt;4. a pack of gum, anything but spearmint&lt;br /&gt;5. elastic hair bands and/or tiny claw clips (can't stand my hair in my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Favorite Movies:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Miracle on 34th Street&lt;br /&gt;2. Miss Congeniality&lt;br /&gt;3. The Wedding Planner&lt;br /&gt;4. Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;5. Cinderella (the original)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Favorite Baby Girl Names That I Love:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chesleigh&lt;br /&gt;2. Ava&lt;br /&gt;3. Gentry&lt;br /&gt;4. Piper&lt;br /&gt;5. Paisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Favorite Baby Boy Names That I Love:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jackson&lt;br /&gt;2. Parker&lt;br /&gt;3. Brody&lt;br /&gt;4. Gentry&lt;br /&gt;5. Taylor (hubby's middle name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Songs You Could Listen to Over and Over:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deeper Than the Holler by Randy Travis&lt;br /&gt;2. SexyBack by Justin Timberlake (I know, I know)&lt;br /&gt;3. Amazing Grace (any version)&lt;br /&gt;4. 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton (I sooo wanted to be her when I was little)&lt;br /&gt;5. anything by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Things That Stay In My Purse At All Times:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;2. At least 5 different lip glosses (my fave is from Vicky's Secret)&lt;br /&gt;3. Debit card (cash? what cash?)&lt;br /&gt;4. Camera (never know when you'll just have to get that shot!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Extra Strength Tylenol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Obsessions I Have Right Now:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Decorating magazines, especially ones with tips on how to make stuff&lt;br /&gt;2. Spray painting stuff (tray tables, chairs, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sonic Strawberry Slushes&lt;br /&gt;4. McDonald's Iced Coffee, Hazelnut&lt;br /&gt;5. Shabby Chic decor (like the stuff you can get @ Target)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Places I'd Love to Go:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Back to Jackson Hole, WY where we honeymooned&lt;br /&gt;2. Alaska&lt;br /&gt;3. Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;4. Greece&lt;br /&gt;5. Washington State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed this little peek at me. It was harder than I thought it'd be. But then, they always are! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-375434549872934576?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/375434549872934576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-factor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/375434549872934576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/375434549872934576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-factor.html' title='The 5 Factor'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2600738561814952636</id><published>2008-04-16T16:52:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:13:03.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving my LASIK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**Warning: This post will be long because I can't tell a story without being detailed and/or long-winded (whatever you wanna call it) so go do your chores first if you don't have time to read this right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for the miracles of modern medicine. Seriously. Who would've thought that I would walk into Dr. Lusk's office Monday afternoon with a -5 vision prescription and walk out the same day with 20/20 vision? I've dreamt of it for a long time and y'all, it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nearsighted which means that I can see nearby objects fairly clearly but can hardly see anything far away. Sure, I could tell there was a person or thing in front of me, but I could forget about seeing any detail. I also had astigmatism, which means that my vision was actually blurred at all distances. So, remember how I said I could see nearby objects? Well, nearby for me meant just past the tip of my nose! And I'm not kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always found wearing glasses &amp;amp; contacts to be a pain in the you-know-what so I've been thinking about and considering vision correction surgery for a long time. The two main things that had me hung up for so long were 1. the cost and 2. I didn't want any sort of blade anywhere near my eye! Then, several months ago, I heard an advertisement on the radio about a fairly new procedure that Dr.Lusk was performing that involved &lt;em&gt;laser-only&lt;/em&gt; vision correction. The ad also mentioned a payment plan offering "no interest, no payments" for a year, and that was it. I was sold. Now, I just had to get Nathan's support (he'd been none too eager about the idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Nathan first told me I could do this if that's what I wanted, I immediately called the office to schedule my free consultation. This would tell me if I was even a candidate for LASIK. I was really hoping I wouldn't be too blind for the procedure, and yes, some people are. Thankfully, though, my vision was in correctable range, my corneas were thick enough to make the flap, and my eyes were not too dry. Whew! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaC2_DpHcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/GbEwJvpr2Hw/s1600-h/DSCN1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189979501742333378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaC2_DpHcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/GbEwJvpr2Hw/s200/DSCN1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next visit, which involved meeting the doctor and many more extensive tests to determine exactly how the laser would "shape" my eyes. You probably can't tell in the picture to the right, but my pupils are HUGE from the dilating drops they put in them. Everbody at the office even commented on it because you could hardly see any of the green part of my eye! Thankfully, they weren't too big though, because if your eyes dilate to larger than a certain # of millimeters (can't remember the number now) then they will not do the surgery because it would cause problems with night vision. Or something like that. I'm a nurse but I haven't thought about eyes since nursing school. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the preliminary visits and tests out of the way, I was able to schedule the BIG DAY! Monday, April 14, 2008 to be exact. *smile* I had to begin pre-op preparations on Saturday, which included 2 Aleve with food in the morning and 2 different eye drops several times a day. On Sunday &amp;amp; Monday, I had to take a Celebrex in addition to the Aleve and drops. All of these preparatory drugs were non-steroidal anti-inflammatory's whose purpose were to cut down on pain and swelling after the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaFYPDpHdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5rj3IQsWJlI/s1600-h/DSCN1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189982271996239314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaFYPDpHdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5rj3IQsWJlI/s200/DSCN1470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am about to leave the house on the way to my 12:30 p.m. appointment! I was so excited but a little nervous, too! Nathan took a half day off work to be with me and my dad met us at the surgery center. They said to wear comfortable &amp;amp; warm clothing because the room where the laser is kept is temperature-controlled and can be chilly. Also, I had to go makeup-free, which is just common sense if you think about it! So, off I go in my favorite long-sleeve tee and my super-comfy fleece jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the surgery center, I had to check-in and of course you never get in right away. But, that's just how it is in the medical field so you just have to deal with it or let it get all over you. I say, life's too short to get upset, so I just tried to breathe calmly into my little brown paper bag &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; thinking about how my corneas were about to be permanently re-shaped. Just kidding, I wasn't really that nervous! A few butterflies short of a brown paper bag, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my name was finally called, I had to first sign the obligatory paperwork and then got my very first hospital ID bracelet. I've never been admitted to a hospital, unless you count birth and the time I had pneumonia as an infant, so it was a first for me. I was also instructed to place a Valium under my tongue and let it dissolve (I was a little leary of this since I've never taken it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Nathan and I were shown to a quiet nook where a tech dressed me in some lovely head-gear&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaMcPDpHeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Tq_yLAmNRA4/s1600-h/DSCN1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189990037297110498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaMcPDpHeI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Tq_yLAmNRA4/s200/DSCN1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and began the first of many eye drops. Those white things covering my ears are paper towels placed to catch any errant eye drops that escape my eyes. I think my favorite drops are the ones that numb your eyes so that the doctor can draw on them with a marker and you don't even feel it! Yes, he really did that. Actually, the tech did it first and then the Dr. did it again to make his little adjustments! That really weirded Nathan out, believe me! I wish I had a picture of the horrified, yet fascinated look he had on his face! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Before the marker incident, the tech had cleansed my eyelids with betadine. If you've never seen betadine, it's an orange liquid used to cleanse surgical sites in preparation for surgery. And, of course, Nathan took great delight in documenting that look, all the while saying, "Smile, Ashlie! Smile!" &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaQe_DpHfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VM_2eHwBhnk/s1600-h/DSCN1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189994482588261874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaQe_DpHfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VM_2eHwBhnk/s200/DSCN1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves to say, "You're such a little blogger!" when I'm taking random photos but I have to say, he got into it that day! See, there I am to the left in all my cleansed glory. That look means "I feel really stupid smiling while having to keep my orange eyes shut!" I think I was also starting to get a little loopy from the Valium. Speaking of Valium, I still have 4 left, but they'll just stay in their little bottle (unless one of you has a better offer? J/K) because those things are nasty! It tastes so yuck when it dissolves and I did not like the way it made me feel! I couldn't walk straight and when I stood up, I felt like all my insides slid down to my toes! Ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, once I was prepped, it was time to go to the laser room. Nathan got to come with me and watch from outside the glassed-in room. Apparently, there was a TV screen where he could see the whole procedure because when I came out, he was telling me all about the crazy little instruments the Dr. was "sticking in your eyeball!" (his words, people). Now, usually they do both eyes at the same time but because my eyes are small, they had to do my left eye and wait about 45 minutes to do my right eye. The doctor said that when the laser creates the flap on the cornea, it creates gas bubbles that usually dissipate. Lucky me, since my eye is small, the bubbles went into the eye tissue and would have prevented the laser from being able to "see" where it needed to do its thing. So, I had to go back to my quiet nook and wait. This was actually pretty uncomfortable because my left eye felt fine and I could see, albeit fuzzily. My right eye, however, felt enormous &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;heavy so that I could barely keep it open. Nathan and my dad said it looked pretty bad too because of all the hemorrhaging. They use suction to hold your eye in place and it causes the whites of your eyes to hemorrhage; basically, it's like I have hickies on my eyes! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a certain amount of time had gone by and the doctor had approved my lack of bubbles, I went back into the laser room for treatment of the right eye. By this time, that Valium was really doin' it's thing, and I was A-Ok! It was a snap and I was done in about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaWUPDpHgI/AAAAAAAAAcA/23kkXq08yw8/s1600-h/DSCN1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190000894974434818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaWUPDpHgI/AAAAAAAAAcA/23kkXq08yw8/s200/DSCN1475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, it was back to Dr. Lusk's office for one final check by another doctor before they sent me home. The surgery coordinator also put in the first doses of the 3 eye drops I would have to use for a few days. The pic to the left is me trying to say "Nope, don't need those anymore!" Kind of hard to pull that off though when you can't keep your eyes open and your slightly high on Valium. Please forgive my goofy look but I wanted to show you a pic from immediately after the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190002325198544402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaXnfDpHhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tvkrunTYEAA/s200/DSCN1483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The surgery coordinator was nice enough to give me a handy little spreadsheet to help keep up with all the drops I'd have to use over the next 5 days. I was really excited about this because I'd been planning on making my own when I got home. When you have 5 different drops to put in your eyes and all of them are on different schedules, this comes in really handy! Wanna see my little pack of post-op supplies that they gave me? I thought you would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaYrfDpHiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/IhR5P8VD_Aw/s1600-h/DSCN1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190003493429648930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaYrfDpHiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/IhR5P8VD_Aw/s200/DSCN1488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything came in its own handy little carrying case, which is fashionably black and the perfect clutch size. I also received some snazzy sunglasses to wear after the procedure; these are UV ray-blocking, a must after LASIK surgery so I hear. The clear, round disks you see are the eye shields that I must wear while sleeping for the first 5 nights (they must have known what an active sleeper I live with). They are taped in place using the paper tape you see under one of the bottles of drops. The tabs on the disks go out toward my temples and that is what the tape is attached to. Next, is the PILL. Yep, it's the Valium (I won't be taking anymore of them, I just wanted to show y'all the crazy little devil). And, in the background are all my eye drops. The yellow one is an antibiotic, the beige one is a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory, the pink-capped bottle is a steroid, and the little green bottle is just moisturizing drops (my best friend the last couple days). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the LASIK was amazingly easy, minus some short-lived discomfort. I &lt;em&gt;definitely &lt;/em&gt;didn't need the prescribed pain meds (Mepergan Fortis) that they gave me and it has been totally worth it so far. I still catch myself thinking I need to take my glasses off! Ha! Oh, and at my 24 hour check-up, they checked my vision and it is....drumroll please....20/20+! Which means that I missed a couple letters on the 20/15 line but hey! I'm not gonna cry about that! WooHoo, Y'all! I CAN SEE! It is the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. I can see even better than I could with my glasses! God is good, I tell ya! Thank you, Dr. Lusk! I'll be giving you shout-outs whenever I get the chance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you want to know more details, don't hesitate to ask! I'll tell you right now that even though it sounds painful and scary, it's NOT! And you wouldn't regret it! At least I don't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-2600738561814952636?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2600738561814952636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/loving-my-lasik.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2600738561814952636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2600738561814952636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/loving-my-lasik.html' title='Loving my LASIK!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SAaC2_DpHcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/GbEwJvpr2Hw/s72-c/DSCN1466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-9087336219091481354</id><published>2008-04-14T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:01:37.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ladies, I am SOOO excited!! In about an hour I'll be having LASIK eye surgery!! I can't wait but I'm a little nervous, too! I'm waiting on my Sweetie to come home to take me to the doctor's office so I'll have to give y'all an update later on. Say a prayer for me if you think about it, my appointment is at 12:30 pm but I probably won't be in the surgery suite until around 1 or 1:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a great day! Next time y'all see me I'll be glasses free! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-9087336219091481354?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/9087336219091481354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/todays-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/9087336219091481354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/9087336219091481354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/todays-day.html' title='Today&apos;s the Day!!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-985009459595143240</id><published>2008-04-11T08:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:19:40.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Tip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R_9zDy5Z_qI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ubwy1nbUngY/s1600-h/DSCN1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187991804793454242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R_9zDy5Z_qI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ubwy1nbUngY/s320/DSCN1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanted to share one of my favorite cleaning tricks. I found it on the weekly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/RD.asp?ID=10106&amp;amp;pmcode=GT843VH13M&amp;amp;e=13913"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taste of Home Menu$aver Newsletter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; that I receive through e-mail. Click on the link if you'd like to sign up to receive it yourself!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you throw away used dryer sheets? STOP!! Save them to use as quick dusters, especially good for mirrors and glass! They don't leave streaks and will get just about any spots off of your mirrors, including toothpaste splashes! I've started keeping mine in a grocery bag to pull out when needed, but an empty tissue box would be a great holder, too. Oh, and dust on the dresser? Gone!! I love these handy little sheets so much that I thought I'd share the secret with you. Let me know if you try them out and how you like it. And please share if you have other quick and easy cleaning tips. I'm sure we'd all love to hear them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy cleaning, Ladies!&lt;/span&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/6418397182159399492-985009459595143240?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/985009459595143240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-tip.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/985009459595143240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/985009459595143240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-tip.html' title='Quick Tip'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R_9zDy5Z_qI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ubwy1nbUngY/s72-c/DSCN1469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2838476686585040403</id><published>2008-04-01T13:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:20:27.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R_KKIXtJbMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YXQNg4wGS6M/s1600-h/nav_sonicSignLogoTop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184357997463825602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R_KKIXtJbMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YXQNg4wGS6M/s400/nav_sonicSignLogoTop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sonicdrivein.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!! I think I could probably go there at least once a day and be very happy. I like lots of things on the menu, but the drinks have to be my favorite. It is, after all, the Ultimate Drink Stop! Lately I've been hooked on the Strawberry Limeade and the Fresh Fruit Strawberry Slush. As if the slush itself wasn't good enough, there are yummy strawberry pieces in the bottom of the cup!! Mmmm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night, my Sweetie said he was tired of sitting around the house, so I suggested we take a ride. Yes, I know, we wasted our extremely expensive gas for absolutely no reason. But, when my husband is restless, it is sometimes best that we get out of the house! On our little drive, we passed up Kaleidoscopes (an ice cream place kind of like Marble Slab) &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;Krispy Kreme! Now, my husband loves him some hot donuts from Krispy Kreme and he was craning his neck to look at it, but I think he was trying to be good and not eat that so late at night. Ha! Anyway, we passed up those temptations and were on our way to look at some houses when I saw it. There it was, on the right side of the road, and I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. I said, "Look at that!" To which my hubby replied, "What?" And we promptly turned into Sonic's drive just in the nick of time. I can do without ice cream and donuts, although they're both yummy, but the thought of missing out on my favorite snack? Nope, I couldn't do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2320017331_d38b9ab17e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2320017331_d38b9ab17e_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I mentioned my two favorite drinks, right? Well, I'm not loyal in the least. I mean, if I see something that looks good, I'm gonna try it. You don't get this figure by being picky! So, a friend had told me that she and her husband just love the Java Chillers and so I decided to try one too. I've had one before, and I wasn't too impressed (tasted like ice cream with coffee poured on top) but I decided to give it a second chance. And, lo and behold, it was DELICIOUS!! I had the Mocha Java Chiller and it was a perfect blend of coffee and ice cream. And actually, now that I think of it, coffee flavored ice cream is my favorite, so it's no wonder that I loved it! Ha! I can't wait to go back and get another one! Maybe I'll try a different flavor next time...we shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is your favorite thing to get from Sonic? Or do you even like it? I can't wait to hear what all of you have to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a wonderful, and hopefully dry, day!!&lt;/span&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/6418397182159399492-2838476686585040403?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2838476686585040403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/late-night-treat.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2838476686585040403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2838476686585040403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/04/late-night-treat.html' title='Late Night Treat!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R_KKIXtJbMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/YXQNg4wGS6M/s72-c/nav_sonicSignLogoTop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2123647339220659468</id><published>2008-03-26T11:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:09:13.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or should I say cake blobs? I saw &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2008/02/food-friday.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; yummy looking treats over on &lt;a href="http://kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;Kelly's&lt;/a&gt; blog and I've been wanting to try my hand at making these delectable little sugar bombs ever since. Who better to use for my guinea pigs than my co-workers right? Hey, I thought it might be nice to take them an Easter treat! And if any of you out there are nurses, night-shift nurses in particular, you know that a sweet treat to get you through the wee hours of the night is always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The concept of cake balls is simple: bake a cake mix, crumble it in a bowl, mix in cream cheese &lt;strong&gt;icing&lt;/strong&gt;, form into balls &amp;amp; refrigerate, dip in almond bark/chocolate/candy melts/etc. Sounds simple, huh? And it is. Kinda. Let me take you on a picture tour of my adventure in cake ball land...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182087686341094402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R-p5S3tJbAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Hrr9mfZlAUU/s320/DSCN1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strawberry cake mix (I wanted spring-y cake balls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182096418009607266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R-qBPHtJbGI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sYd2juQvQf0/s320/DSCN1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The baked cake and the candy melts used for coating. I was originally going to put the balls on lollipop sticks in a cute little Easter basket. But, I got them home and realized I didn't have anything suitable to stick them in while they were drying! Oops! Oh, and I didn't use the yellow ones because my sweetie had already opened the pink bag and I didn't even need the whole packet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182089112270236706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R-p6l3tJbCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zOU40S9i2Ro/s320/DSCN1414.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The crumbled cake mixed with cream cheese icing. Mmm, smells so good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182089670615985202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R-p7GXtJbDI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/xkTPJR1giP0/s320/DSCN1416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cake balls just before going into the refrigerator to set up. I left them in there overnight, but you could stick them in the freezer for a bit if you were in a hurry. Oh, and if I only had a brain I would've used my mini cookie scoop (tiny ice cream scoop) to make the balls instead of rolling them &lt;strong&gt;by hand&lt;/strong&gt;! Would've saved me lots of time &amp;amp; I definitely won't forget about it if I ever make these again! I can't tell you how many times I started to lick the icing off my fingers only to remember that these were bound for consumption by nurses. We are, as a breed, highly germophobic (most of us anyway). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182091757970091074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R-p8_3tJbEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/s5qQh8U742w/s320/DSCN1417.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Rolling the cake ball in melted candy (tastes kind of like white chocolate). This was where the situation got sticky, pardon the pun. First, it was a challenge to keep the candy melted without it caramelizing in the microwave. Second, even though the cake balls were pretty firm from being in the fridge, they left tiny bits of cake in the candy coating. So, the first 2 or 3 cake balls had smooth coating but the rest of them looked like I'd added rice krispies to the coating 'cause there were so many crumbs in the candy. Arghh! If there is a next time for these little darlin's, I'll go ahead and put them on lollipop sticks. Then I'll just spoon the coating or chocolate on them while I turn the stick. Should make for a smoother coat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182093729360079954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R-p-yntJbFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EOKQmY_fwuc/s320/DSCN1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt; CAKE BALLS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See what I mean about the lumpy coating? Those of you who know my OCD side well (Sis) know that this little defect &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;bothers me. I hate to put so much effort into making something, only for it to turn out less than picture perfect. But, I just have to tell myself that this was a first-time effort and I've learned some tricks for the next time. And, they did taste pretty darn good if I do say so myself. I mean, how could they not with all that sugar in them? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hope you're all having a wonderful day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-2123647339220659468?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2123647339220659468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/cake-balls.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2123647339220659468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2123647339220659468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/cake-balls.html' title='Cake Balls'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R-p5S3tJbAI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Hrr9mfZlAUU/s72-c/DSCN1411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6077459467579178560</id><published>2008-03-17T10:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:33:30.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Frosting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had company this weekend when one of my husband's best friends from Tennessee came down for a visit. The two of them have been fishin' buddies for a long time and his friend was a groomsman in our wedding. He got into town Thursday afternoon and immediately met my hubby and another friend at the lake for some early evenin' crappie catching. I was only able to visit with him that night when they got home because I had to work this weekend. Since they're hardcore fishermen, the guys left each morning before I got home from work and didn't come home until I had already left for work each night! We're talking 11-12 hour days on the water, y'all! Now that's some serious dedication! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of our friend's arrival, my sweet hubby had requested a strawberry cake (it's his new favorite) for dessert. Well, I had a creative itch and decided to try my hand at making a tiered cake and decorating it with the pastry bag(Ziploc bag w/ a corner cut off) and icing tip. So, I headed to Hobby Lobby and bought a special knife just for icing cakes, a 4-piece round cake pan set, and a tip for writing with icing. **I did a baby shower for a friend last weekend and the cake was 3 tiers with baby blue icing and white polka dots...hence, my inspiration** Mind you, I &lt;em&gt;ordered&lt;/em&gt; the baby shower cake but I thought, "Hey, that doesn't look too hard. I could do that!" NOT!! Much to my dismay, decorating cakes is not as easy as it looks! Stacking the cakes even presented somewhat of a problem because it kept sliding around on the bottom layer while I was trying to ice it! And smooth icing on the sides of the cake? Ha! Needless to say, I'll need to either take a class or do some researching if I want to make a cake that people other than family will see. My husband, being the doll that he is, said it was great and he was impressed just because it was stacked! He's so sweet! Even though it turned out way worse than amateur, it was still fun to do. I love playing with new creative outlets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wanna see my "masterpiece"? Ok, here ya go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178745422940302178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R96ZhiSJa2I/AAAAAAAAAY8/3Otxwnr7e7w/s320/DSCN1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the cakes fresh from the oven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178746372128074610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R96aYySJa3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ROM_BDi2tcg/s320/DSCN1371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ta Da! The messiest cake ever! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178746853164411778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R96a0ySJa4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/D0hDo863B7Y/s320/DSCN1376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;after my hubby's generous "little taste" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178747308430945170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R96bPSSJa5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7Meh1NHPZ-o/s320/DSCN1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the guys with their impressive catch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a wonderful week everybody!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6077459467579178560?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6077459467579178560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-with-frosting.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6077459467579178560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6077459467579178560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-with-frosting.html' title='Fun with Frosting!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R96ZhiSJa2I/AAAAAAAAAY8/3Otxwnr7e7w/s72-c/DSCN1370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-185442076159779413</id><published>2008-03-15T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:53:34.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumbimg_5/1104752615TSqw0f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumbimg_5/1104752615TSqw0f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://openphoto.net/thumbs/volumes/kimpalo/20070617/openphotonet_DSC02640_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey y'all! I need some help. I just recently discovered Picasa and I LOVE it! My photos have never been so organized and I've spent hours (literally) playing with the edit tools. But, I'm finding that it's a little bit of a pain in the patooty to blog with. I can upload the pics using the "Blog This" button...no problem. It's when I get to the blog that I have trouble typing above the pics so that you read my entry before you're bombarded with pictures! I want to be able to move the pics around to where &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; want them to be, not where Picasa/Blogger thinks they should be! If you have any helpful hints about using this program...please pass them on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-185442076159779413?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/185442076159779413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/picasa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/185442076159779413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/185442076159779413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/picasa.html' title='Picasa'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-8992599376060286413</id><published>2008-03-12T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:54:28.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Private for Privacy's Sake</title><content type='html'>Well, girls, I guess I'm jumping on the bandwagon. I, like many of you, am going private. My hubby has never been super-excited about the idea of people he doesn't know reading stuff about our lives. So, when I asked him if it would make him feel better for me to "go private" his face lit up and he gave me a resounding "Yes!" The only catch is, I'm not sure how to do it. I've gotten e-mails from several of you gals inviting me to read your blog but how does the process start in the first place? Could I get a little advice, please? I'd be ever-so-grateful! And, I think I'm supposed to ask y'all to send me your e-mail address if I don't have it, right? So, could you do that too? Especially those of you who read my blog that I don't know personally...I don't want to leave you out!! Hope to hear from somebody soon! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day, Y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-8992599376060286413?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/8992599376060286413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/private-for-privacys-sake.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8992599376060286413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/8992599376060286413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/03/private-for-privacys-sake.html' title='Private for Privacy&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-1212132694753399498</id><published>2008-02-22T11:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:06:15.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag! You're it!</title><content type='html'>Actually, &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; it! &lt;a href="http://ethanandellastories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Candy&lt;/a&gt; tagged me, so here goes! I've done a few of these before so if there's any repeat information, hopefully you've forgotten it by now! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**List 7 random things that people may not know about you. The rules are to link the person who sent this to you and leave a comment on their blog so their readers can visit yours. Post the rules on your blog. Share 7 facts about yourself. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a very minor case of OCD (self-diagnosed) and I love to count things in my head. Example: headlights of oncoming traffic, lines on the road (until they go by too fast &amp;amp; I get frustrated), windows on buildings, etc., etc. Yeah, sometimes I just have to tell myself to "Stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to come up with titles for blogs I haven't written yet. I guess it's the creative juices flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have always wished I could be as tan as my sister and even went to the tanning bed for the past 3-4 summers. But, all I got was a whole lot more freckles, some sun damage (only visible in black lighting, at least until I'm 60 anyway), and maybe a shade or two darker than my usual snow white. Ecru, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like to organize, but only when the mood strikes. For some reason I just can't seem to file the important papers away in their places until a stack of them gathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like to ask the patients at work what they named their babies. It's a great way to get ideas for my future little ones! And, you would not believe some of the names I hear...craziness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm usually a little shy and quiet around a group of people I don't know well. But when I warm up, I LOVE to laugh and be silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am older than my sister by 2 years but shorter than her by 2 inches! People have sometimes asked us if we're twins (totally don't see it), usually when we're wearing our hair the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was harder than I thought it would be! To join in on the fun, I'm gonna tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lullabiesandlacecrochet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pugwisher.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://steffsinsidelook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://life-fullspeed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura O.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jen-homeawayfromhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://davidjessicamccash.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zackamyzayde.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**If any of you ladies have already been tagged for this, just disregard it please. I couldn't remeber who'd been tagged already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-1212132694753399498?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1212132694753399498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/tag-youre-it.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1212132694753399498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1212132694753399498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/tag-youre-it.html' title='Tag! You&apos;re it!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7283436452420764212</id><published>2008-02-18T10:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:35:48.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Face Only a Mother Could Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/29/45329751_88f85a9c7c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/29/45329751_88f85a9c7c.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend at work I had occasion to take care of a baby who was, well, a little homely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who are new to my blog, I am a Registered Nurse and work in the Newborn Nursery. And, I love getting to care for all the cute, squishy-fat babies that roll through our doors. &lt;em&gt;And we get a lot of kiddos! &lt;/em&gt;I love their smooth skin, fat feet, and most of all I love chubby cheeks. This particular baby, however, had none of those "cute" features. Which was OK by me. My co-workers always tease me about cuddling &amp;amp; nuzzling all the babies, including the "ugly" ones. But how can you not find &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; sweet about a newborn? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked him up in the Labor Unit when he was born Friday night and took care of him pretty much all weekend. The poor thing had dry, peely skin and was kind of scrawny. His little eyelids were darker than the rest of his face so he looked like a baby raccoon. He did have pretty hair, though--lots of dark curls. I was happy to see that as the weekend wore on, his dry skin sloughed off a little more with each bath. And he started to look more like a sweet baby than a ball of Play-doh that had just been pushed through a pasta maker! Oh, and it also boosted my opinion of him that he &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; learned how to suck a bottle mid-way through Saturday night's shift. It's kinda hard to feel all googly about a baby when you're frustrated to no end because the kid won't eat and/or spews barely digested formula all over you! As if the stuff didn't stink bad enough the first time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, though, by the time I left Monday morning I could truthfully say that he was a cutie pie. Now the dark eyelids just make him look like a cuddly panda bear instead of a raccoon. His belly is a little more round than when he started out and that dry skin is...you guessed it...soft as a baby's bottom. I'm always amazed at how these babies grow on me, and they're not even mine! Especially when they have a face only a mother, or a sappy baby nurse, could love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7283436452420764212?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7283436452420764212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/face-only-mother-could-love.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7283436452420764212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7283436452420764212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/face-only-mother-could-love.html' title='A Face Only a Mother Could Love'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-3515867694954761958</id><published>2008-02-08T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:03:45.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea? Why yes, I'd love some!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I tried a new treat. I know there are several ladies out there who absolutely ADORE drinking hot tea. &lt;a href="http://www.lullabiesandlacecrochet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;, I know you're shaking your head in agreement right now. *wink* But, up until now I have not been one of them. I've always liked the &lt;em&gt;idea&lt;/em&gt; of drinking hot tea; my aunt has always drunk it and I have a few friends who think it's divine, but each time I've tried it the taste was just way too weak &amp;amp; bitter for me. Yesterday, though, I decided to give good ol' tea another chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days I have been suffering with the usual sinus infection, general crud that I tend to get 2-3 times a year. Except this time, I was a little more concerned than usual because there's been a lot of people out with the flu at work lately and I ran a temp all night at work on Wednesday. Yes, I know...I work with babies and what if I gave it to them? Not to worry, I didn't hold them any higher than my stomach, I'm not coughing, and my hands look like hamburger meat from all the washing. So, I think we're okay there. Oh, and when I got off work, I went to the doctor and my flu test was negative. Whew, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the flu-free diagnosis, I was still feeling lousy so I decided to check out the tea aisle at Wal-Mart while I was waiting for my prescriptions to be filled. There were a couple "medicinal" teas but since I was still a little skeptical about the possibility of it tasting bitter &amp;amp; yucky, I decided to save my money for now and break myself in with some (free) tea I had at home that a co-worker gave me for Christmas. It's looseleaf and came with a darling little Christmas tree shaped tea diffuser, or is it "infuser?" Anyway, I figured it couldn't be that bad since it smells yummy and goes in such a cute little instrument! It also has dried orange peel in it, so I thought it might give me a little Vitamin C boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out by letting the tea brew for longer than I have in the past. I wanted it to be a rich dark color, not look like dirty pond water! Then I added just a smidge of sugar and a dollop of milk for richness. Okay, I'll confess, I'm a sissy and can't stand searingly hot drinks! It's just kind of hard to taste anything when the tip of my tongue is throbbing! And too, I thought the milk might give it a little richness. After spooning some up and blowing on it until it was cool enough not to burn me, I gave it a taste. SURPRISE! WOW! I LOVED IT!! It was so good, and I now understand why so many women love to sit down &amp;amp; relax with a nice cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good in fact, that I'll show you the cup of tea I made this morning! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the fixin's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164651895350679218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6yHiQrs1rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/05yVzJJJBGQ/s320/DSCN1278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beginning to brew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164650057104676482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6yF3Qrs1oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8MsRW7W78nE/s320/DSCN1279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhh, doesn't this look inviting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164650520961144466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6yGSQrs1pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QNG0WoDWfjk/s320/DSCN1280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the final product with my add-in's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164650907508201122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6yGowrs1qI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QoyfovdDyYc/s320/DSCN1281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay, girls, here I come! I'm ready to explore more types of teas! Does anyone have any suggestions? Hope to hear from you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-3515867694954761958?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3515867694954761958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/tea-why-yes-id-love-some.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3515867694954761958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3515867694954761958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/tea-why-yes-id-love-some.html' title='Tea? Why yes, I&apos;d love some!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6yHiQrs1rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/05yVzJJJBGQ/s72-c/DSCN1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7753142617842468739</id><published>2008-02-08T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:58:46.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countertop Commotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Several months ago (as in October) my hubby and I decided to replace our old kitchen countertops with new ones. No big deal, right? All we needed to do was go to our local home store, pick out the product &amp;amp; color we wanted, and set up the installation process. Sounds simple enough, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Not even close. First, we had to sign the paperwork saying that we did, indeed, want the home store to install our counters. Then, we had to wait a few weeks for someone to come out &amp;amp; measure the existing counters so that they could be ordered. After waiting &lt;em&gt;several &lt;/em&gt;weeks for the countertops to come in, during which Thanksgiving had come and gone, we got the call that our counters were in and the installers would be coming in the next week to do their thing. Can you imagine my excitement? I was having lovely daydreams about how pretty our new countertops were gonna look. I'm sure all you homemakers out there know how disheartening it can be to clean and clean something that still looks dirty when you're done! That's how my old countertops were. Years and years of knife nicks, scouring pads, and general use had left them with a marred surface that no amount of Clorox Clean-up could fix. Granted, to the casual observer they weren't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad, but &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to early December. Remember how the installers were supposed to be coming really soon? Not so fast...the contractor came out, but he might as well have saved his gas. There was a mix-up at the store because the contractor who came &amp;amp; measured originally got fired for sub-par work apparently. And, the poor guy that showed up on our doorstep said he had just gotten our information faxed to him the day before!! Needless to say, he didn't have our materials with him and said he wouldn't be able to do it that day! Which is probably a good thing because he re-measured and found that the other guy had been off by quite a bit! Well, by this time I was super disappointed and Hubby was working up to a fine simmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the contractor left to go have a stern pow-wow with the guy at the home store, Hubby and I had a discussion of our own. Here we were, 2 months out from our original order and nothing to show for it but frustration &amp;amp; disappointment. So, we decided to go down to the home store and either ask for a really good deal or our money back. When we got there, the contractor was just finishing up with the flooring guy and we didn't even really have to do any talking. The flooring guy was very apologetic and got the manager to OK giving us our money back. After getting our refund, we immediately went and checked out some smaller, more customer-oriented establishments. The first one was iffy and the salesman didn't seem all that knowledgeable or grateful for our business, so we headed out of there with a consultation appointment bound for cancellation. *wink* The next stop though, proved to be one of those experiences where you walk in expecting more of the same and are pleasantly surprised with a GREAT salesman. The man I'm speaking of is Preston Ivey at Ivey's Flooring America and the best way to describe him is: Very Charismatic! In the engaging personality way, not the wacky religious way. Thankfully, they carried the same product and color we had originally ordered. Dealing with the folks at Ivey's was so much more pleasant than the dealing with the folks at the big home store! We still had to let them come out &amp;amp; measure our existing counters, but Preston himself came and on the next day too! Then, we had to wait a few weeks for the product to come in but after everything was said and done, the installers came the first week of January! And they did a great job, very thorough and meticulous. They even had to come back the second day to actually lay the top down because when the old tops came off they took off a lot of particle board with them. So the guys had to mud and float the top and let it dry really well. All in all, we are very pleased with the results! I think they make our kitchen look so much more warm &amp;amp; inviting, don't you? I'll leave you with a few before and after pictures...I know you were all wondering when I'd stop talking and let you see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**LESSON OF THE DAY: If a big commercial home store gives you the run around, don't be afraid to get your money back and go give it to the "little man!" You'll probably be glad you did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164626894346049090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6xwzArs1kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2N1YEDlXc30/s320/DSCN1183.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164623793379661298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6xt-grs1fI/AAAAAAAAAIU/g-5l1MAo6Hw/s320/DSCN1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all our "stuff" (and the new sink):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164624970200700434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6xvDArs1hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZKGSV8P_srI/s320/DSCN1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of the slight texture that the countertops have: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164625446942070306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6xvewrs1iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FMD3p3_J7sc/s320/DSCN1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, lastly, one of our new outlet covers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164625859258930738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6xv2wrs1jI/AAAAAAAAAIw/R3artXAIn2I/s320/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Have a great day, Y'all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7753142617842468739?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7753142617842468739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/countertop-commotion_08.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7753142617842468739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7753142617842468739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/02/countertop-commotion_08.html' title='Countertop Commotion'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R6xwzArs1kI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2N1YEDlXc30/s72-c/DSCN1183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7654234334271759560</id><published>2008-01-21T08:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:49:32.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappie fishin' on Caddo Lake</title><content type='html'>The weekend after Christmas (12/29/07, to be exact) hubby decided he'd like us to take a fishing trip to Caddo Lake. I was super excited because I love to go fishing and I love adventures/road trips even more! We got up at 5:30 a.m. so we could leave early and make the hour drive to the lake. Apparently the crappie (pronounced "crop-ee") are hungriest at dawn and so we needed to get there when the sun was just coming up. Here we are in the truck at 6:15 a.m.! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157945862760673922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5S0byiLsoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jh5lcCaeB14/s320/DSCN1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was SOOO cold that morning! I'm positive the temperature was in the 30's! We both had on about 3 layers of clothes but that wind will cut through anything! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boat launch was in the middle of what looked like somebody's backyard but I think it's actually a make-shift campsite. There are "cabins" you can rent; although, they looked more like shacks to me. We had to stop and pay the $3 fee to launch the boat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157956295236236002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5S97CiLsuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j8uc-ODvEOA/s320/DSCN1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and then we headed out for a full day of fun! The sun wasn't quite up in the sky yet but it's light cast a hazy glow on the water and Spanish moss-laden trees. The drive across the water to our fishin' spot was headache-inducing cold but the scenery was worth it when we got there. I love the way water looks so smooth and yet mobile at the same time. The milky sunshine made the water look like an enormous mirror and it was so peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157950509915288242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5S4qSiLsrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/snQ8ixvSAlA/s320/DSCN1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to try out hubby's new binoculars and saw a blue heron scooping up fish in his big bill. I wasn't able to get any pictures of the bird because he was too far away. With the binoculars, though, he looked like he was only 10 feet away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first stop of the morning proved to be the most fruitful and hubby was right in his element! Here he is doing what he loves best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157952335276389058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5S6UiiLssI/AAAAAAAAAHw/s_PvXHOfnUQ/s320/DSCN1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We traveled around on the water and tried several different types of lures (hubby did anyway, I just threw out my line with whatever he put on it) but unfortunately, the fish weren't biting like we had hoped they would. We went through a lot of minnows and even more hot chocolate but after about 8 hours on the water we were both just wiped out. Have you ever noticed how being out in the fresh air, wind, &amp;amp; sunshine just zaps the strength out of you? We headed back home with a decent catch and a handful of great memories. There's nothing I love more than just having a good ol' time with my husband. We have so much fun together and I can't imagine my life without all the fun adventures we have together. I'll leave you with a picture of my sweet husband with our final catch. It'll definitely make a decent fish fry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157955530732057298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5S9OiiLstI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QnL3DijoCl4/s320/DSCN1137.JPG" border="0" /&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/6418397182159399492-7654234334271759560?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7654234334271759560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/crappie-fishin-on-caddo-lake.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7654234334271759560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7654234334271759560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/crappie-fishin-on-caddo-lake.html' title='Crappie fishin&apos; on Caddo Lake'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5S0byiLsoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jh5lcCaeB14/s72-c/DSCN1123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-4264820340460306023</id><published>2008-01-21T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:39:15.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...just in the nick of time!</title><content type='html'>Today is January 21st. In my world that's just about perfect timing to tell y'all about the wonderful Christmas my family and I shared almost a month ago. I don't think I've been that excited about Christmas since I was a kid! My sweet hubby and I spoiled each other way too much but it was soooo much fun! And, hey, it was our first Christmas as a married couple so it was extra special! On Christmas morning we were so excited to open our gifts that we got up at 6 a.m.! And no, we didn't just rip through the presents; we actually read the account of Christ's birth in Luke first and prayed together. &lt;em&gt;Then, &lt;/em&gt;we took turns opening our gifts and just enjoyed each other's company. That afternoon, we went over to my parents' house to eat dinner and visit. My Sis's husband was still up in North Dakota on TDY so we all decided to wait on his return to have our family Christmas. Which was great because we got to have Christmas twice!! We didn't take many pictures this year, but here's a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Sweetie in front of the giant Christmas tree at the Boardwalk on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157935314320994882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5Sq1yiLskI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b4ht8xmitVg/s320/DSCN1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tree on Christmas morning (with a sleepy Buster &amp;amp; his sleep-over pal Duke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157936478257132114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5Sr5iiLslI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tokAhU5JIhQ/s320/DSCN1109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama &amp;amp; Daddy at our family Christmas about a week later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157937036602880610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5SsaCiLsmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wp8k64Pkkzc/s320/DSCN1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Sis and her hubby at the family Christmas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157937474689544818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5SsziiLsnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XaoyGjDOdd8/s320/DSCN1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a great Christmas this year...er, I mean &lt;em&gt;last &lt;/em&gt;year. The only bad thing was, it ended too soon! It's such a shame to have looked forward to something for so long and then it's gone in ONE day! Oh well. Good thing it comes around every year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone is having a great Monday! Toot-a-loo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-4264820340460306023?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4264820340460306023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmasjust-in-nick-of-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4264820340460306023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4264820340460306023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmasjust-in-nick-of-time.html' title='Christmas...just in the nick of time!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R5Sq1yiLskI/AAAAAAAAAGw/b4ht8xmitVg/s72-c/DSCN1096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-1899446415319668218</id><published>2007-12-13T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:55:57.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 13 Christmas Version (Paraphrased)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumbimg_204/1194425473a93117.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This version of 1 Corinthians 13 was sent to me in an e-mail and I thought it would be great to share with you here. It illustrates so well the common mindset of women during this busy holiday season. I pray that you &lt;em&gt;won't &lt;/em&gt;see yourself reflected in its lines! Merry Christmas, Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not love my family, I'm just another decorator.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love to my family, I'm just another cook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity,but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;f I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir cantata, but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love stops the cooking to hug the child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is kind, though harried and tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated china and table linens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way, but it is thankful they are there to be in the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return, but rejoices in giving to those who can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;V&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ideo games will break; pearl necklaces will be lost,golf clubs will rust. . . . but giving the gift of love will endure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**What are you focusing on this Christmas season? Let's all take a moment to remember why this holiday even exists...God sent his son Jesus to be born so that we all may be saved from sin. In all the hustle and bustle, try to set aside time to appreciate and give thanks for the miracle of God's goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you and yours! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-1899446415319668218?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/1899446415319668218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-corinthians-13-christmas-version.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1899446415319668218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/1899446415319668218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-corinthians-13-christmas-version.html' title='1 Corinthians 13 Christmas Version (Paraphrased)'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-4730628178009273202</id><published>2007-12-10T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:07:20.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is almost here! Fa la la la la, la la la la...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a fun little Christmas Meme that I got from &lt;a href="http://pugwisher.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky's&lt;/a&gt; blog. I just love this season when everything looks so warm and inviting! I've decided my new favorite color is red and my new favorite smell is a fresh Christmas tree, or a candle that smells like one *wink*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;/span&gt;Both. For family presents that have to be mailed, definitely paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Real tree or artificial? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had both growing up but if I had my choice it would be REAL!! My hubby's and my first tree is real, we had a great time decorating it together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When do you put up the tree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not 'til December is actually here, but only because I can't usually get it in gear to decorate the tree the weekend after Thanksgiving! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When do you take the tree down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As late as possible. I think we've left it up 'til mid-January before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite holiday theme? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Snowmen and penguins, jingle bells, and JESUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite gift received as a child? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmmm...I suppose it would have to be the fluffy white stuffed cat that purred when you hugged it...or maybe it was the Barbie mansion that broke into a million pieces when we moved...oh! I can't forget about the Playschool kitchen with all the accessories...whew! I had too many favorites to pick just one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have a nativity scene? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a small 4-piece one that sits on my kitchen window ledge. I'd love to have all the pieces for the Willow Tree nativity scene though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hardest person to buy for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The men in my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easiest person to buy for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worst Christmas gift you ever received? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Really, really, really ugly ornament from a relative who shall remain nameless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mail or email cards? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mail! I love getting cards in the mail and it seems so distant to send an e-mail card for something as special as Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "It's a Wonderful Life", the old clay-mation Christmas movies (you know, the ones about Frosty the Snowman &amp;amp; Rudolph?), &amp;amp; "Elf"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When do you start shopping for Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yikes! Not as soon as I should, that's for sure! One year I even went and did ALL my shopping on Christmas Eve! It was stressful but I got some great deals! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not that I can remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Candy, candy canes, cookies, all the same favorites from Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;White lights or colored on the tree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Usually white because I like how clean it looks, but I like colored lights too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Christmas song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Santa Baby" by Eartha Kitt, "O, Holy Night," "Jingle Bells," "It's Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas"... I love them all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Travel for Christmas or stay at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We've always lived far away from family so we always traveled to TN and GA but it's been harder to make it to see family since my sis and I started working "real" jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? &lt;/span&gt;Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen.....Rudolph! **Ok, so I copied Becky's answer...there's no way I could name them on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angel on the tree top or a star? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An angel. Hubby and I have the angel that we always used when I was growing up. She's not fancy but she's definitely sentimental and I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Open the presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Usually on Christmas Eve but this year we're gonna do it on Christmas Day because Sis is working on Christ-Eve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most annoying thing about this time of year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The feeling that I should be decorating more, or cooking more, or just generally be &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; more. I wish this season wasn't so commercialized and didn't revolve around gifts so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I love most about Christmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being with my family in a room lit by the lights on the tree, eating comfort food, hearing carols on the radio 24-7, the pretty lights on the houses in our neighborhood, the programs at church, the parties, reading the story of Christ's birth with a new sense of awe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed this little peek into how my family and I "do" Christmas! I'd love for y'all to copy this and fill it out; let me know if you do so I can read yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray that you and yours have a blessed Christmas season filled with loads of love and a few special treats under the tree. Remember to give thanks for the most wonderful reason for the season, Jesus' birth! I leave you with a picture of our first Christmas tree (before decorations and after) as a married couple! Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R11w-4oxSbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ff4SkAklGZw/s1600-h/DSCN0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142390575184562610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R11w-4oxSbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ff4SkAklGZw/s320/DSCN0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R11xc4oxScI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5y8GiUgLkok/s1600-h/DSCN1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142391090580638146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R11xc4oxScI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5y8GiUgLkok/s320/DSCN1054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6418397182159399492-4730628178009273202?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4730628178009273202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-almost-here-fa-la-la-la-la.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4730628178009273202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4730628178009273202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-almost-here-fa-la-la-la-la.html' title='Christmas is almost here! Fa la la la la, la la la la...'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/R11w-4oxSbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ff4SkAklGZw/s72-c/DSCN0995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-6087779865788579583</id><published>2007-11-26T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:19:03.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Leftovers</title><content type='html'>Another WONDERFUL Thanksgiving has passed. Once again I was reminded of just how much I love this holiday! Truly, it's my favorite! It was even more special because Nathan and I were able to share it with my family who drove down from Tennessee. My sweet aunt who has never been able to visit us even got to come! And the dinner was at our house this year. I couldn't wait to welcome my family into the home that Nathan and I have made together. I wanted everyone to feel right at home and cozy in our little nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day began with me frantically trying to finish up a curtain I had started for the kitchen door's window. Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I thought I was done I realized that I had made a pretty big "uh-oh" with the straps! That little mistake only set me back about 30 minutes though. After the curtain was pressed and hung, it was on to the cooking! Yay! I have found a new love for cooking and baking since getting married and I couldn't wait to contribute to the feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama made the majority of the casseroles at her house but I was able to make cheesy broccoli rice casserole and green bean casserole, along with 2 pecan pies and 2 &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Old-Fashioned-Paradise-Pumpkin-Pie/Detail.aspx"&gt;"Old-Fashioned Paradise Pumpkin Pie"&lt;/a&gt;.  I found the recipe for the latter at &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/"&gt;AllRecipes.com&lt;/a&gt; and it is so yummy! If you've never been to that site, it's a novice cook's (or any cook for that matter) dream! Any recipe for any ingredient you could possibly imagine. But I'm rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the family--Mama &amp;amp; Daddy, Granna, Aunt Sandy, Aunt Cathy, Uncle Hughie, Landon, and my sis Laura--came over around 4 pm.  Nathan had fried a turkey that was &lt;em&gt;delicious&lt;/em&gt; and the house smelled so good! My Mom was so great because she thought to bring a card table to set up as a serving table and she brought styrofoam plates to cut down on cleanup! I was so glad she thought of those things since my kitchen has limited counter space and it would've been a challenge to find a home for all those casseroles! We also don't have a table big enough for everyone to sit around so we all piled into the living room and got real cozy on the couch and chairs. That's why I love Thanksgiving so much...you get to share a delicious meal with the people you love and treasure the most.  And for me, there's nothing better than a kitchen crowded with people all talking at once and lending (or &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to lend)a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll always cherish the memory of this first Thanksgiving spent with Nathan and my family. The warm fuzzy I get from being with the ones I love is such a blessing. I hope that your house was also filled with love and your refrigerator was bursting with leftovers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-6087779865788579583?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/6087779865788579583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-and-leftovers.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6087779865788579583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/6087779865788579583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-and-leftovers.html' title='Love and Leftovers'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-4206270662410513667</id><published>2007-11-14T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:20:57.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces</title><content type='html'>Since it's been so long since I posted, I have several little things to show you all. The first is the "Perfect Tote" that I made a few weeks ago. My Sis and I went to another class at Fabric Boutique but this project was so involved that we ended up having to finish the bags at home. Of course, it didn't help that I experienced multiple technical difficulties with my machine before I ever even got started! I probably could have gotten much farther on the bag in the class if not for all the speed bumps. But, I just chalked it up to being a patience builder and got over it! So, here's a few pics of the bag. It's made using "fat quarters," which are 1/4 yard pieces of fabric. Quilters most commonly use fat quarters to make their quilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132727087883344786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RzscF5JP25I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ntOMbSdKSio/s320/DSCN0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132727384236088226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RzscXJJP26I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yzt4DJjIk28/s320/DSCN0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132727895337196466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rzsc05JP27I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IA7H-CwBQTs/s320/DSCN0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This bag is HUGE!! In the pic above it's holding 3 fleece throws and still has room to spare! I can't wait to use it for a weekend bag or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have a turkey cheese ball that I made Monday night for a ladies night that I had at my house. It uses cream cheese dyed with &lt;em&gt;paste&lt;/em&gt; food coloring to make the decorations and pecan halves for feathers. The head, neck, &amp;amp; snood are made from red bell pepper and the beak is a piece of yellow squash. It must have been good because the only things left were a small glob of cream cheese and the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132729832367446994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RzselpJP29I/AAAAAAAAAFk/U40AXbCU-po/s320/DSCN0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.countrywomanmagazine.com/"&gt;Country Woman magazine&lt;/a&gt;, which is one of my favorite magazines &amp;amp; is all about good comfort food cooking and country life. My turkey didn't look anywhere near as good as the one in the magazine but it was fun to make anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made a Thanksgiving themed craft during our ladies' night. We decorated small chalk boards and wrote things we are thankful for on them with chalk. It was a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rzsl05JP2-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/6NXSkvdvhio/s1600-h/DSCN0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132737790941846498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rzsl05JP2-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/6NXSkvdvhio/s320/DSCN0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RzsmM5JP2_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/AkMCZ1YoTgM/s1600-h/RSCN0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132738203258706930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RzsmM5JP2_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/AkMCZ1YoTgM/s320/RSCN0970.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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The "Thank you, Lord for..." is written with a silver paint pen and the chalk is held on with a magnet. This is just my version though, all the ladies were so creative and they each put theirs together in their own unique way. I thought it would be a good reminder to take a minute every now and then to jot down a few of the many blessings God has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Thanksgiving, would anyone like to be thankful for a new puppy? We had a stray show up on our doorstep a few days ago and he's really sweet and cute but we just don't feel like we can keep another dog right now. We've been calling him "Patches" and according to the &lt;a href="http://www.akc.org/index.cfm"&gt;American Kennel Club website&lt;/a&gt; he looks just like the pictures of an Australian Cattle Dog. They are supposed to be really good at herding cattle and fighting off wild boar. However, if you don't have cattle, they are also good with families and guarding the home. If these pics of him just melt your heart, please let me know!! We would love to give him to a good home instead of the pound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RzspEJJP3BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ND6M2AtbdLE/s1600-h/DSCN0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132741351469734930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RzspEJJP3BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ND6M2AtbdLE/s320/DSCN0965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rzso3JJP3AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mOKQL9wD9yg/s1600-h/RSCN0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132741128131435522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rzso3JJP3AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mOKQL9wD9yg/s320/RSCN0963.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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rzso3JJP3AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mOKQL9wD9yg/s1600-h/RSCN0963.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His ears crack me up because they look so big compared to the rest of him! They stand straight up when he's listening to something or if he's excited. He is about 3 months old and will grow to be approximately 18-24 inches at the withers. Ironically, the man who's house he got loose from came by the other night and said he had seen the dog in our backyard and wanted to let us know where he came from. Naturally, we asked if he wanted him back but the man said that he had been trying to find a home for Patches himself!! Crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, here's a picture of our sweet black lab Buster. I couldn't leave him out! He has been getting along with Patches just fine, but we can tell he misses being the only child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132742850413321250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RzsqbZJP3CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j40YrwnS4OM/s320/DSCN0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Have a wonderful rest of the week, Everyone!!&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/6418397182159399492-4206270662410513667?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4206270662410513667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/11/bits-and-pieces.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4206270662410513667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4206270662410513667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/11/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RzscF5JP25I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ntOMbSdKSio/s72-c/DSCN0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-3486931641848474303</id><published>2007-10-22T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:09:55.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlie &amp; Nathan sittin' in a tree...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so blessed! God knew exactly what He was doing when he caused mine and my husband's paths to intertwine. We had the best weekend just spending time together and I couldn't help but be reminded of how blessed I am that God gave this WONDERFUL man to me to keep forever! I just sent my Sweetie off to work a little while ago and I'm already eagerly looking forward to his homecoming! I know, I've got it bad...but I wouldn't change it for the world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share our love story with you this morning. I had written it out over at &lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/"&gt;The Knot&lt;/a&gt;, a wedding planning website, when we were engaged and I thought it would be neat to post it here too. If any of you are engaged, or even hope to marry someday, it's a great website for getting ideas. Granted, many of the suggestions are quite costly, but if you just use a little imagination &amp;amp; creativity, you can come up with frugal &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;cute alternatives. I had a great time looking at all the pretty pictures when I was planning my wedding! I hope you enjoy reading the story of how God placed my hand in Nathan's!&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Some of the info is different now, such as my age and residence (I don't live with Mama &amp;amp; Daddy anymore) but for the sake of preservation, I left the story unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ASHLIE BLAIR &amp;amp; NATHAN FARQUHARSON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAY 19, 2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABOUT ASHLIE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's start with the basics...I'm 25 years old &amp;amp; have been an RN for about 3 years now. I work in the newborn nursery (everybody say AWWW) &amp;amp; am still getting used to my baby sister working in the same hospital as me. She's a brand new RN! Laura is my only sibling and we both still live at home with our folks...for a little longer anyway. I am currently planning my first &amp;amp; ONLY wedding while also trying to remain sane &amp;amp; somewhat normal. I have attended Eastwood Baptist for the past 17 years and have lots of wonderful friends there. :)Now for the fun stuff...I LOOOVVVE anything pink or turquoise, jewelry (the more bling, the better), makeup, shoes, clothes, &amp;amp; purses. Actually, I just love being a girl! On the flip side, I also love to go fishing with my Honey and sometimes he even takes me hunting! I got my very own pair of hunting boots for Christmas! The two of us have a great time whenever we're in the outdoors, or anywhere for that matter! Also, I do have a tendency to be forgetful and I am easily distracted so you'll see down below why Nathan &amp;amp; I are a perfect pair! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABOUT NATHAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nathan is Wonderful, Sweet, Kind, Generous, Strong, Patient (most of the time), Helpful, Hard Working, &amp;amp; HANDSOME!! He grew up in Oakridge, TN- which is about an hour away from my mom's family- and came to be in Shreveport thanks to the United States Air Force. Thank you Uncle Sam!! Nathan served at Barksdale for 6 years and just ended his active duty status on January 2nd. While he was in the AF he received several honors &amp;amp; the esteem of many of his superior officers &amp;amp; fellow airmen. That's not bragging, I've seen the awards! :) I'm so proud of Nathan for serving our great country in the Air Force &amp;amp; now in the Air Force Reserves. At the moment Nathan is a full-time student working toward an Electrical Engineering Technology degree. He has another 2-3 yrs before he's done so please keep him in your prayers! Nathan's true passion is fishing for anything that swims &amp;amp; hunting anything that walks or flies. He's a true outdoorsman and loves the challenge of scouting out new areas to hunt and striving to be a better hunter. And, like me, Nathan tends to be a little forgetful and is also easily distracted. So...sometimes that doesn't bode well for his wallet &amp;amp; keys! You see? We are a perfect pair!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW WE MET&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nathan &amp;amp; I have been friends for the past 5 years or so. He came to Eastwood with his buddy Jerome who had been invited by my good friend Martha Bockhaus. Thank you Martha! We hung out together quite a bit with friends in the college group at church in the beginning. Then, when my family &amp;amp; I discovered that he was from Tennessee we started inviting him to come over for get-togethers &amp;amp; holidays like Thanksgiving. I've had a crush on Nathan for a REALLY long time and he says he liked me a long time before he let me know it. Unbeknownst to us, our friends at church were telling each of us that we should get together! Ok, so all my friends &amp;amp; family knew I was crushing on him big time, but hey, what can I say? Oh well...everything turns out the best when it happens in God's timing I say! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHEN WE GOT ENGAGED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;November 19, 2006&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW IT HAPPENED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a beautifully sunny Sunday afternoon and Nathan &amp;amp; I decided to take his boat out for a ride on the Red River. However, before we left his house we realized we had both locked our keys inside! We searched everywhere for a spare &amp;amp; I found one that I thought would work. Well, it fit in the front door but wouldn't turn so I asked Nathan to try. Meanwhile, I saw a bulge in his front pocket &amp;amp; I thought it might be his keys (remember, he can be forgetful) so I patted the pocket &amp;amp; he slapped my hand away like he'd been burned!! I asked him what was wrong &amp;amp; he said I just surprised him...at this point I'm still clueless.So, we go on out to the river &amp;amp; we're having a great time exploring the little inlets and cubbyholes in the river. After awhile we stopped on a sandbar with pretty white sand to let Buster (his black Lab) run around &amp;amp; play. We walked around for a while looking at deer tracks and laughing at Buster. I noticed that Nathan was acting kinda jumpy but when I asked him what was wrong he said "Nothing, I'm fine." I just figured he had something on his mind &amp;amp; would tell me when he got ready so I just let it drop. Still, I had no clue. Finally, we stopped walking around and he hugged me from behind. Now, sometimes we are really sappy &amp;amp; silly, so I said "Nathan, I have a secret for you..." He said, "What is it?" And I said, "I LOVE you!" Well, much to my surprise, he said, "I have a secret for you too," as he was turning me around and getting down on one knee at the same time. I was stunned and just stood there with my hand over my mouth saying "Oh, my gosh" over &amp;amp; over. His voice was a little unsteady as he said, "Ashlie, will you marry me?" All I could do was nod and I hugged him so long he finally asked if he could get up! :) I did eventually squeak out a "Yes!" I had been so busy hugging him I hadn't even given him a chance to open the ring box so he said, "I guess you don't wanna see this..." and started to put it back in his pocket! I said,"Of course I want to see it!" When he opened the box all I could say was, "Ohhhhh!" It is the perfect ring for me and I love everything about it! It's beautiful!! And, he picked it out all by himself which makes it even more special! We sat on the riverbank for a long while just talking about us and absorbing our new engagement. Then, we headed off into the sunset (the sun really was about to set) to tell our family &amp;amp; friends the big news! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a id="hlDetails" href="http://weddings.theknot.com/pwp/view/co_details.aspx?coupleid=104284105176440&amp;amp;guestpassword="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;November 19, 2006 is a day full of sweet memories for Nathan and me, and the first anniversary of that day is almost here! I can hardly believe it! Our wedding was everything we dreamed of and our honeymoon to &lt;a href="http://www.jacksonhole.com/"&gt;Jackson Hole, Wyoming&lt;/a&gt; was so magical and amazing. Temperatures were in the 30's-50's and it snowed on us several times while in the mountains...and that was in MAY!! But that's another post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll close today with a couple of pictures of me and my Sweetie. Have a blessed day, Everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Engagement Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxyzIkcsdMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TdUS9iTZOxU/s1600-h/DSCN0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124167435845137602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxyzIkcsdMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TdUS9iTZOxU/s320/DSCN0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rxy0-UcsdOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZLEVIn5AZf4/s1600-h/DSCN0574_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124169458774734050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rxy0-UcsdOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZLEVIn5AZf4/s320/DSCN0574_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us at Old Faithful in Yellowstone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124170553991394546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rxy1-EcsdPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Xp_tlnt5CjM/s320/DSCN0579_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Me and my Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-3486931641848474303?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3486931641848474303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/ashlie-nathan-sittin-in-tree.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3486931641848474303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3486931641848474303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/ashlie-nathan-sittin-in-tree.html' title='Ashlie &amp; Nathan sittin&apos; in a tree...'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxyzIkcsdMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TdUS9iTZOxU/s72-c/DSCN0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2546751776690578976</id><published>2007-10-17T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:54:13.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Wrap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxYdlUcsdII/AAAAAAAAAD0/X07MPyqxwrw/s1600-h/DSCN0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122314153161946242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxYdlUcsdII/AAAAAAAAAD0/X07MPyqxwrw/s320/DSCN0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ta Da! Here it is...the bath wrap I made in a class I signed up for when I bought my sewing machine. You can read that post &lt;a href="http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/sew-excited.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. My sis and I both went to the class on Monday and it was so much fun! We were both a little cranky towards the end and it took us &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;too long (about 5 hours)to make this thing, but hey, we had worked all night before the class AND we're beginners! Well, I'm definitely a beginner anyway...my sis has sewn several different things over the years so she's a little more "with it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This wrap was so much fun to make and I know it'll go together much quicker next time I make one. The first time is always the slowest, right? If you're not familiar with the fabric, it's that really soft minkee-dot stuff that's often used to make baby blankets. It's the kind of fabric you find yourself absentmindedly stroking until you notice the amused glances others are giving you. :) The ribbon is just your typical grosgrain and I sewed it along the front edge to give the wrap some flair. The bows at the top are made out of the same ribbon but I added a bottom layer of plain pink just to help them stand out a little more. The teacher of the class suggested that I sew the two pieces of ribbon together to keep them from shifting around and I'm so glad I did; I think it gives the wrap a more finished look. I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxYi6EcsdJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rnMyNdYhHO8/s1600-h/DSCN0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122320007202370706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxYi6EcsdJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rnMyNdYhHO8/s320/DSCN0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't know if you can see it in the picture but the polka dot is sewn on both edges to the plain pink. And no, I am not the most awesome bow maker ever, that's just a third piece of ribbon wrapped around the middle to complete the bow. Ha! I can just see me fighting with the ribbon to get that perfect middle knot! I would have been ready to rip it all out...my patience only goes so far, especially when I'm going on almost 24 hours of no sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The teacher, Ms. Shirley, is the owner of Fabric Boutique, a fabric and sewing machine/accessory store here in our city. I was really excited to learn that she was going to be teaching the class because she's very knowledgeable about her craft and so, so sweet! Also, she was extremely patient with us and gave us some great tips. I think the most helpful thing I learned was to "pinch an inch" which is a way to lightly pull the fabric taut while guiding it under the needle in order to keep it from getting bunched up or puckering. The minkee-dot fabric is a knit so it's a little hard to work with and loses its shape easily. Ms. Shirley says you should handle it like a baby (got that part down) and to "pat it, love it, and let it rest" when you lay it out to pin the hems. What she means is, when you lay the fabric out to pin, you have to pat the wrinkles out of it and handle it gently so that it doesn't get too stretched out. I think pinning is what took the longest because you have to pin the hems as you go; you can't pin everything at one time because the wrap is "built" in stages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had the best time making this wrap and if any of you have even thought about taking up sewing, DO IT!! It's so much fun, plus it's a great way to make things for your friends, family, and home. I've been thinking about making a tablecloth for our kitchen table and now I can't wait to get started! Here's a pic of some fabric I've been thinking about using for the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxYo4kcsdKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z0oY_c2N0vs/s1600-h/DSCN0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122326578502333602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxYo4kcsdKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z0oY_c2N0vs/s320/DSCN0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like the idea of using the middle toile for the main cloth and then adding a border of the red &amp;amp; white polka dot. The paisley on the left is just another one I liked but I've pretty much ruled it out now. What do you think? Would those fabrics be too busy? I already have a pattern for the tablecloth...I just need to get the fabric and get started! This sewing thing is great for getting my creative juices flowing, now if I could just get my motivational juices flowing, I'd really be in business! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh! I almost forgot! Here's a picture of my very first, very humble sewing project made with my new machine. It's a little thing I call "Crazy Car Pillow" because it's a wild print and just the right size for snoozing while on a road trip. The fabric is an old bandanna I found in the masses of stuff I brought with me from my parents' house when Hubby and I married. Nothing fancy, just fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122329516259964082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxYrjkcsdLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bD7Armih-zo/s320/DSCN0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay, that's all for today, folks! I hope you enjoyed reading about the fun I had as much as I enjoyed having it! Does that even make sense? Oh well, have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-2546751776690578976?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2546751776690578976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-wrap.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2546751776690578976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2546751776690578976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-wrap.html' title='It&apos;s a Wrap!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RxYdlUcsdII/AAAAAAAAAD0/X07MPyqxwrw/s72-c/DSCN0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-3613921302010894967</id><published>2007-10-09T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:23:58.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YUCK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RwuckEcsdEI/AAAAAAAAADU/EIjH5cvyBLM/s1600-h/baby+bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119357544920020034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RwuckEcsdEI/AAAAAAAAADU/EIjH5cvyBLM/s320/baby+bottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was the word that kept running through my head last night at work...YUCK! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know, I am a Registered Nurse and work in the Newborn Nursery of my hospital. Most of the time, I enjoy my job but last night truly tested my patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, a little background...our hospital's main population of patients consists of low-income, minimally educated, unmarried women. That's not our &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; type of patient but it's the vast majority (in the women's center, anway). These women, and sometimes young girls, usually choose the state's Medicaid program as their insurance. This, then, usually means that the mom will rely on the WIC (Women, Infants, &amp;amp; Children) Program to help provide for their babies. Well, beginning on October 1st, the WIC program changed the formula it provides from Similac Advanced to Enfamil Lipil. As we all know, everything usually comes down to the money issue, and Enfamil just so happened to have the best bid this time around (I suppose). We knew this change was coming a couple of months in advance and we were all dreading it. Now, I have nothing against formula feeding if that's what the mother chooses to do, but it's been my experience that most babies do not tolerate Lipil very well and end up spitting up lots of formula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's exactly what happened last night. I was taking care of 5 babies, 4 of whom were on Enfamil Lipil. 3 out of 4 of those Lipil babies kept spitting up LARGE amounts of formula all night long!! I had to change their blankets and t-shirts I don't know how many times! And, that's pretty bad because I'm a little OCD and I like my babies to look nice and neat in their little cribs. I ALWAYS wrap them in their blankets snugly and tuck a burp cloth under their chin &amp;amp; cheeks so that they don't get their blankets dirty if they spit up. Well, they were spitting up such large amounts that it soaked through the burp cloth and ran off the sides! GROSS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, I have nothing against formula feeding but I do prefer Similac products over Enfamil. The babies just seem to hold it down better. This is all just my opinion, of course, so if you &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;Enfamil, please forgive me. These are just the rantings of a nursery nurse who will go to bed in a little while with the lingering scent of baby spit-up in her nostrils. And she's not particularly happy about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew! Thanks for letting me spill my guts, y'all (no pun intended) (ok, actually it was intended)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha Ha, lots of love to you all! Have a wonderful day!&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/6418397182159399492-3613921302010894967?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3613921302010894967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/yuck.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3613921302010894967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3613921302010894967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/yuck.html' title='YUCK!!!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RwuckEcsdEI/AAAAAAAAADU/EIjH5cvyBLM/s72-c/baby+bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-5219456363189734611</id><published>2007-10-06T06:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:29:25.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was way too early of a morning for me. It began at 5 am (on my day off!) because my sweet husband was getting ready to go deer hunting and I just couldn't stay in the bed while he was rustling around. He has been so excited to go hunting and get started on this season! Bow season actually started October 1st but he's been so busy with school and work that he hasn't had a chance to go before now. Well, he was dressed in his non-scented camo gear &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; safety harness waiting on his buddy to show up 20 min before his friend's expected arrival time. He was so cute sitting there in the chair all excited like a kid waiting to go to the park or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While he was waiting, I made him some toast with butter &amp;amp; raspberry jam (homemade, but not by me) which is what he said he wanted for breakfast. I guess it's not a good idea to eat a heavy breakfast like pancakes &amp;amp; bacon before you have to go traipsing around in the hot, humid woods. Could be hard to get out of the tree stand in time if the bacon starts acting up, if you know what I mean! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm excited about this hunting season starting too! Hubby has gotten some great pictures of a 7-pointer, 9-pointer, AND a 12-pointer on his deer camera. Those deer have been burnin' up the trails around his tree stands and I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hope he's able to take one this season. I can't wait for fresh venison stew and fried deer steak. Our supply from last year is really running low. And, hubby does almost all the processing (except grinding the meat into "hamburger" or sausage) himself so it makes the reward that much sweeter knowing that the meat we're eating was painstakingly prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of the buck he shot during the '06 season...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118196426281350162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rwd8iEcsdBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yBbTV67Bwrs/s320/DSCN0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's a pic of one of the nice bucks he's caught on film this season ('07)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118291727310681138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RwfTNUcsdDI/AAAAAAAAADM/WPafNGbkrWg/s320/ICAM0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't that neat how the deer camera not only takes the deer's picture, but also records the temperature, date, and time? Technology is a handy thing! And, if you'll notice, the deer has just lost his velvet (the fuzzy stuff on its antlers). You can still see a little bit of it hanging in front of his left ear. Ha ha, the things you learn by living with a hunter! :) Oh, and did you catch a glimpse of his friend hanging out in the background? Pretty cool, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait till he comes home so I can hear how he did and what he saw! Woo Hoo! Bring home that bacon...errr...venison, Baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend, Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-5219456363189734611?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/5219456363189734611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepy-head.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5219456363189734611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/5219456363189734611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepy-head.html' title='Sleepy Head'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Rwd8iEcsdBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yBbTV67Bwrs/s72-c/DSCN0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-3715326577036082179</id><published>2007-10-01T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:38:12.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She did WHAT?!!</title><content type='html'>I was driving home from work this morning listening to &lt;a href="http://www.klove.com/"&gt;K-LOVE&lt;/a&gt; (a syndicated Christian radio station) as usual when I heard the most amazing, startling, &amp;amp; mind-boggling news report. Apparently, there is a 51-year old mom in Brazil who recently gave birth to her own GRANDCHILDREN!!! Yes, grand&lt;em&gt;children&lt;/em&gt;, as in TWINS! This selfless woman offered to carry her daughter's children because her daughter was unable to bear children. At first I thought, "What was she thinking?! She's 51 years old!" But, the more I thought about it, I decided that her actions are just about the most sacrificial thing I've heard of anybody doing in quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. The lady is not exactly a spring chicken, which means that this pregnancy probably took a major toll on her body. And, not only was she pregnant, but she was carrying twins! My nurse's mind can immediately think of at least a dozen health issues she could have faced and maybe even did face (they didn't give details in the news report). I guess they didn't want to cause any more traffic accidents than necessary by adding to the already shocking story. Also, can you just imagine all the speculation &amp;amp; ridicule this woman and her family probably had to endure? And it's not over yet. That whole family will have to deal with insensitive, tactless people for the rest of their lives! Whew, my level of respect and admiration is steadily rising for this lady and I don't even know her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope this woman &amp;amp; her family know the Lord since she was such a model of sacrificial love. If you think about this unique family in the future, say a prayer for them. Pray for strength of body, soundness of mind, and salvation if it's not already theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Monday, Y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-3715326577036082179?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/3715326577036082179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-did-what.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3715326577036082179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/3715326577036082179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-did-what.html' title='She did WHAT?!!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-4344069158915415330</id><published>2007-09-30T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:38:22.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>Can you feel it? The wind is stirring, the leaves are waving, and there is the slightest odor of smoke in the air. I'm not speaking of the weather, mind you, but of my spirit. Lately, I have felt the Lord stirring in me...changing me...igniting within me a desire to be more receptive to Him. He is gently prodding me to change the way I see the world around me and especially to change the way I treat &amp;amp; react to the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past several weeks I have felt a driving need to learn more about what it means to be a godly woman and how that godly woman should make her home a haven for her husband and children (if God blesses her with any). I have felt a need to &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; something to bring myself closer to God...things like memorizing Scripture, reading the Word more, and making a conscious effort to be kind in my thoughts &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; words. Much of this inspiration is due in part to the many blogs of wonderful, godly women that I have found over the past month or so. There are links to some of them in the sidebar if you'd care to take a look. One of my favorites is &lt;a href="http://proverbs14verse1.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Wise Woman Builds Her Home&lt;/a&gt; which belongs to June Fuentes of Indiana. This lady has EIGHT children and homeschools them all! She really has some godly wisdom on child-rearing, being a spouse, being a homemaker, and several other topics. If you want to be challenged, go read her blog. You won't be disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On several of the blogs I've been reading lately, I've read references to being a "Proverbs 31 Woman" or a "Titus 2 Woman." I had a vague idea of what the ideal woman in Proverbs is like-- pretty much perfect! But I had never heard of being a Titus 2 woman until just recently. So, like any good Baptist girl who finds herself on the &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;back row in big church &amp;amp; hopelessly distracted by all the potty-goers, I decided to look up the Titus passage. Keep in mind my desire lately to be a "homemaker", not necessarily a stay-at-home wife yet, but a &lt;strong&gt;homemaker&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus 2:3-5, NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can train the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, ladies (and maybe gentlemen), is exactly what God has been stirring up in my soul! Hallelujah, praise the Lord! When I read those verses, it was as if God shouted in my head, "Look Ashlie! This is what I've been guiding you toward! This is how you can please Me!" I tell you, that was an "Ah-ha!" moment for me. I especially love how the NIV says "busy at home" because it portrays a woman who stays at home and yet is not at all lazy or bored. She is "busy" keeping a clean home so that her family will be comfortable. She is "busy" doing laundry so that her family will have fresh, sweet-smelling clothes to wear. She is "busy" cooking food that will satisfy hungry bellies and nourish growing bodies. In short, she is fulfilling the privilege, and, yes, it is a privilege, of making her home a haven for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;, long, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; way to go before I am anywhere close to being a Titus 2 or a Proverbs 31 woman. But if the gentle breeze stirring in my soul is any indication, it will be a revealing &amp;amp; refreshing journey! I pray that you too will begin to feel God calling you back to a joy in godly womanhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-4344069158915415330?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4344069158915415330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/winds-of-change.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4344069158915415330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4344069158915415330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-9029240700293762811</id><published>2007-09-21T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T06:24:43.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sew Excited!!</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;em&gt;SEW&lt;/em&gt; excited!! I got my very own sewing machine! It all happened Tuesday afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, sister, and I went to lunch at Posados (Mexican restaurant) and decided to go across the street to the Fabric Boutique to look at sewing machines. My sis and I have both been wanting a sewing machine for some time now and so we just went in to &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; around and see what the store had to offer. Well...the first thing that caught our eye was the &lt;em&gt;cutest&lt;/em&gt; bath wrap made out of that pink minky dot fabric that a lot of baby blankets are made of. The store is offering a class on making these wraps and that got us really excited so of course we had to sign up for it! It only cost $15 (plus materials) and it was on a day that we're off so we just had to do it. Never mind that it's at 11 am and we have to work the night before. We'll wear thimbles on every finger if we have to just to keep ourselves from sticking sharp pins in our sleepy digits. Who cares if we'll be squinting at the teacher through blood-shot eyes? We CANNOT miss this class! It just sounds like too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we started talking to Ms. Shirley, the owner, and she started demonstrating all the neat stitches you can do with the Bernina something-or-other sewing-slash-embroidery machine. I was fascinated! And it doesn't help that I'm the type who wants to get the equipment with the most bells and whistles for whatever hobby I'm into. But when I saw the price tag (a couple thousand bucks) even I had to reign in my eagerness. We looked around a little more and found a basic machine made by a Bernina-owned company that was on sale for about a $150 off. The good thing is, it's cute too! 'Cause that's important, right? I mean, how can you make cute stuff come out of a not cute machine? Yes, I thought you'd agree. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112983731848377346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RvT3nUcsdAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9iFu1Qngd-s/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the picture you'll see all the sewing notions I had to go out and buy because I had nothing but a pair of scissors. Literally. I didn't even have any safety pins, let alone a hem gauge, pin cushion, marking pencils, THREAD, seam ripper, and measuring tape. The pin cushion is one of those classic little tomato ones...how cute is that!? Oh, and the big blue thing behind the machine is my cutting board. It's made for quilting, which I want to get into. It's got all kinds of shapes in assorted sizes to use for cutting out your quilt pieces. Oooo, I can't wait to get started! But wait! A major element in any sewing project is FABRIC, right? Of which I also had none. Until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112724255694156754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RvQLn0csc9I/AAAAAAAAACc/aXMgCqbY-pM/s320/DSCN0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I got these remnants from Hobby Lobby when Sis and I stopped in after work. They are anywhere from 3/8 yd to 2 yd and were very reasonably priced. The white one has a tone-on-tone pattern to it, the navy blue has tiny white stars, and the others are pretty much what you see in the picture. Except the cream &amp;amp; floral one 3rd from left. It's an eyelet print that has floral embroidery running all across it in white thread so it gives it some texture. I'm thinking these will either be good to practice on or to make a rookie's first patchwork quilt. The start of a first quilt anyway. The possibilities are endless! The absolute best thing about this new sewing machine is that Hubby and I had prayed that I'd be able to find a good deal on one the night before in our prayer time. And then the Lord gave me one &lt;em&gt;ON SALE&lt;/em&gt;!! God is so good. He even cares about little stuff like that. :) I can't wait to see which way the bobbin winds with this new adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great day, Everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE: &lt;/strong&gt;We got our bathtub fixed! Yay! The repair man is the same one who's been out several times before and he and my hubby have struck up a friendship. Hubby gave the old man some catfish he'd caught &amp;amp; ducks he'd shot. The old man said to call him personally next time and he'd cut us a deal for some more meat! Woo Hoo, it's good to have connections like that. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-9029240700293762811?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/9029240700293762811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/sew-excited.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/9029240700293762811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/9029240700293762811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/sew-excited.html' title='Sew Excited!!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RvT3nUcsdAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9iFu1Qngd-s/s72-c/DSCN0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-4251311523129129494</id><published>2007-09-17T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:15:58.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! A Wreath is Born!</title><content type='html'>It's been a REALLY long weekend at work. Babies coming out of our ears (and other places) and dreams of screaming, pooping, burping, brand new people. So it's a good thing I finally got around to putting my fall wreath together Friday afternoon before the craziness began. If you remember, I blogged about buying the makings of this wreath at Hobby Lobby a couple of weeks ago. Yes, sadly, I did say a couple of &lt;em&gt;weeks&lt;/em&gt; ago. But, in my defense, I have stayed true to my nature and procrastinated once again. I don't think I'd know what to think of myself if I actually did something I set out to do the day I set out to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had woken up way early Friday afternoon and my Sweetie was at home doing homework so I figured I might as well be productive and get the wreath done. Hubby had been asking me almost every day, "Are you going to do the wreath today? I can't wait to see it hanging on the door!" And, I, being the procrastinator that I am, had a guilty twinge with each inquiry. Although, apparently it wasn't a twinge painful enough to induce wreath wrangling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's not that I didn't want to make the thing after I bought the fixin's, it's just that for some reason my genetics do not allow prompt production of any new or planned project. That part of the Helix was somehow left out of my DNA ladder. I have thought about trying to change. I've even agonized over and lamented my inability to get anything done in a timely manner. But alas, the thought just stresses me out so that I eventually ignore the problem and decide to deal with it later. Hence, the vicious cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my rambling, here is a pic of the materials I used for the wreath (minus the scissors, but that's a given):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111214212045508850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ru6uPtfmkPI/AAAAAAAAABk/CenF3rjqVrM/s320/DSCN0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of these deliciously lovely pieces came from Hobby Lobby, and were, of course, on sale. Never, ever, ever buy anything from that store for full price because if you just wait a week or so whatever your heart desires &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be on sale. That was just an aside for those of you who didn't realize this miraculous fact. Hobby Lobby is fast becoming a dangerous store for me to hang out in. It's probably due to this need I have lately to CREATE something, anything, everything! I've always enjoyed crafting and being creative but it's only been recently that I've had a real desire to create things that make our home more inviting and warm. Maybe it's newlywed-itis, I don't know. Whatever the cause, it's fun to make something pleasing to the eye, especially when my husband is so encouraging! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the finished wreath hanging on our kitchen door (nobody uses our front door, so why put the wreath there?). Oh, and I ended up not using the raffia because I liked the way it looked without it and I didn't want the thing to get too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111217171277975810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ru6w79fmkQI/AAAAAAAAABs/GI7m4XT2Lq8/s320/DSCN0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just love Fall. I would love it even more if I lived in an area where you could actually tell when it got here instead of just walking out the door one day in oh...say...January...and saying "Whew, it's nippy out here. I guess Fall finally decided to show up!" But hey, better late than never, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry, y'all, fall will come soon enough and then we'll all be able to enjoy those cool evening walks, chili suppers, and warm cider or cocoa. If you feel the urge, go ahead and make something with your own two hands that you &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; your family can enjoy. Better yet, get your family involved in helping you make something to warm up your home! I bet you'll have fun and make a couple sweet memories too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FALL, Y'ALL!!&lt;/strong&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/6418397182159399492-4251311523129129494?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4251311523129129494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-wreath-is-born.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4251311523129129494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4251311523129129494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-wreath-is-born.html' title='Finally! A Wreath is Born!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/Ru6uPtfmkPI/AAAAAAAAABk/CenF3rjqVrM/s72-c/DSCN0841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-7072958475638931405</id><published>2007-09-13T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:01:56.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtub Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aaarrrggghhhh!! It's happened again. Our bathtub has decided not to drain. AT ALL...or, at least &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; slowly. Now, I like to take long, hot showers and this clog business is seriously cutting into my shower enjoyment. I just can't relax under the steaming hot water when I'm standing ankle deep in bathtub backup! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the first time the bathtub has acted up. Oh no. A couple of months ago we had to call out the plumber because the bathtub &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;the toilet had indigestion. The toilet had overflowed and the tub kept burping up trash from the drain. Can you say "Gross!"? The memory alone makes me shudder! That time we spent a whopping $95 to have our clean out access in the front yard snaked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it looks like we're gonna have to call out the nice plumber man once again. Yes, we've tried the liquid clog busters you can buy at the store. They're just no match for our circa 1950's/60's pipes and the clog that's no telling how old. My Dear Hubby even tried buying his own plumbing snake from Home Depot to bust the clog. How a thin metal coil with an adjustable handle is supposed to break up an obstruction, I'll never know. Needless to say, our bathtub decided it was still hungry and ate the snake. So now instead of a clog made of just the usual bathtub fodder, we have a piece of metal coil stuck in there too! Whew! It just keeps getting better, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of our backed up bathtub at its finest: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109561109198049490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RujOwdfmkNI/AAAAAAAAABU/d0iErD1zazQ/s320/DSCN0839.JPG" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, that is pink tile. It seems that was a popular color choice for bathrooms in the 1950's. It's definitely been a challenge to decorate around! And it's probably why I haven't done much besides add a vase of potpourri to the back of the toilet and hang up nice hand towels, both of which were wedding gifts by the way. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose tomorrow I'll have to break down and call the plumber. I really, really, really hope this doesn't cost an arm and a leg! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great day y'all and remember the lesson of the day...a plumber a day keeps the Bathtub Blues away!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-7072958475638931405?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/7072958475638931405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/bathtub-blues.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7072958475638931405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/7072958475638931405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/bathtub-blues.html' title='Bathtub Blues'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/RujOwdfmkNI/AAAAAAAAABU/d0iErD1zazQ/s72-c/DSCN0839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-2048248027981804809</id><published>2007-09-06T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:58:17.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun That Makes You Think</title><content type='html'>This is a fun little tag that will make you stretch your noodle! Thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.lullabiesandlacecrochet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the rules of the tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the questions. Your answers must be real places, things, names... nothing made up. If you can't think of anything, skip the question. You can't use your name for the boy's/girl's name question. If your name happens to start with the same letter as mine, sorry, you can't use my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FAMOUS SINGER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison Krauss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FOUR LETTER WORD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;STREET:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Audobon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;COLOR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aubergine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;GIFTS/PRESENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Afghan (the blanket, not the middle-easterner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;THINGS IN A SOUVENIR SHOP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BOY'S NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;GIRL'S NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MOVIE TITLE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;DRINK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;OCCUPATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronaut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;CELEBRITY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MAGAZINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;U.S. CITY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;PRO SPORTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anglers (fishermen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FRUIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;REASONS FOR BEING LATE FOR WORK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Agoraphobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SOMETHING YOU THROW AWAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal droppings (yuck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;THINGS YOU SHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Amen, Sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;CARTOON CHARACTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animaniacs (does more than one count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now it's your turn! Copy this to your blog (come on...you know you want to stretch your linguistic legs!) and leave me a comment so I'll be sure &amp;amp; have a look at your creative genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and God Bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-2048248027981804809?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/2048248027981804809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-that-makes-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2048248027981804809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/2048248027981804809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-that-makes-you-think.html' title='Fun That Makes You Think'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-977844082136377759</id><published>2007-09-03T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:03:12.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Labor Day&lt;/strong&gt; to all you hard-working folks out there!! Whether you're a stay-at-home mom or a busy corporate executive, you deserve a day that recognizes your efforts. So, even if you don't have official plans to celebrate the day, try to take a little "you" time. Brew a pot of coffee &amp; use the &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; creamer, read a few chapters of the book you've been wanting to start, or just relax on the couch for a power nap. Whatever you do, I hope your day is wonderful from start to finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm gonna go crash until I have to get up &amp; cook supper. My Honey is coming home today! YAY! I wanna have something yummy waiting on him when he walks through the door. I haven't seen him all weekend and his homecoming can't get here soon enough! Sleeping will make the time go by faster, right? Anyway, I hope everyone has some kind of special moment today, either at work or at play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have a big box of Hawaiian leis leftover from my rehearsal dinner if anyone would like to have them. Why I thought I needed over a hundred, I have no idea. Nevertheless, they need  a good home. Maybe a mom with kids who like to pretend? Or a teacher looking for prop? Or maybe someone who just wants to imagine they're in the tropical islands...can you tell I'm desperate to get rid of them? I paid good money for these things (not much, mind you) and I'd hate to just throw them away. But I really, really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want to get them out of the back of my car!! Just let me know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-977844082136377759?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/977844082136377759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-labor-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/977844082136377759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/977844082136377759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day!!'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-4131100806677788708</id><published>2007-09-02T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T11:23:15.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions...or more like 46 :)</title><content type='html'>I got this from Destiny's blog and I'm a sucker for these question &amp; answer thingy's so here ya go! Copy it to yours if you'd like and let me know so I can snoop on ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betcha didn't know this... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of...my mom liked the name Ashley (I spell it Ashlie) from &lt;em&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/em&gt; so that's where my first name came from &amp; my middle name (Gayle) is after my aunt&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago when I got some bad news from my parents&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;most of the time...depends on whose handwriting I've been looking at :)&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;turkey &amp;amp; ham&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?&lt;br /&gt;nope, not yet&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Of course! I'm fabulous Dahling! &lt;em&gt;and humble too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? :)ha ha couldn't resist! But yes, I do&lt;br /&gt;8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;Only if I were pushed first!&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;Golden Grahams&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;Usually&lt;br /&gt;12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?&lt;br /&gt;physically or emotionally? physically--HA!...emotionally--in most situations&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;Anything coffee flavored and/or chocolate&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE ?&lt;br /&gt;Body language, eyes, and smile&lt;br /&gt;15. RED OR PINK?&lt;br /&gt;pink...any shade!&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;my superb ability to procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;My husband! He's dove hunting in Missouri this weekend&lt;br /&gt;18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Of course! I'm nosy remember?&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really care?&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's sausage &amp; cheese biscuit meal&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;The washing machine spinning&lt;br /&gt;22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;A bright turquoise...that color always makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;23. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Fresh cut grass/hay, rain, and just about any Yankee Candle&lt;br /&gt;24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;a patient at work (while at work, not a social call)&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Sure do!&lt;br /&gt;26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what's going on in any of them but I like to watch football (with a group) and Nascar&lt;br /&gt;27. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Dark Brown with reddish tint&lt;br /&gt;28. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes (I want to do the laser procedure but I'm too chicken)&lt;br /&gt;30. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;I could probably eat Mexican everyday and Chinese is a close second...desserts come in third :)&lt;br /&gt;31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings! scary movies make me feel like I've just invited satan into my life YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apocalypto&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;300...&lt;/em&gt;both are really good but not for kids or if you want a pick-me-up&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;Navy blue Old Navy t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;34. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Winter...you can always add more layers but there's only so far you can go with the de-layering ;)&lt;br /&gt;35. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs...and kisses from my Sweetie&lt;br /&gt;36. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow cake with chocolate icing...plain I know but it's a comfort thing&lt;br /&gt;37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully at least one person :)&lt;br /&gt;38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Saving Graces&lt;/em&gt;  by Patricia Gaffney&lt;br /&gt;40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian scene with jumping dolphins&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHt?&lt;br /&gt;I was at work so I only heard what was on in my patients' rooms&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVORITE SOUND?&lt;br /&gt;Rain on our metal back porch roof, kids' big belly laughs, my husband calling me "Ash-of-lee" (we're completely corny with each other)&lt;br /&gt;43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;Beatles...even though they did have an amoral lead singer&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Washington, D.C. on a band trip in high school (yes, I was a band nerd)&lt;br /&gt;45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;not that I can think of so I guess not&lt;br /&gt;46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Warner Robins, Georgia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418397182159399492-4131100806677788708?l=everydayashlie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/feeds/4131100806677788708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/20-questionsor-more-like-46.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4131100806677788708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418397182159399492/posts/default/4131100806677788708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everydayashlie.blogspot.com/2007/09/20-questionsor-more-like-46.html' title='20 Questions...or more like 46 :)'/><author><name>Ashlie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03677838046672255809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5Aj9zZSUg8/SOT-WbF0LqI/AAAAAAAABYY/Rmm0Z1Y5M2k/S220/DSCN1820.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418397182159399492.post-78126234149477987</id><published>2007-09-02T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T09:27:56.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or NOT!!</title><content type='html'>I work 12 hour shifts. At night. Yes, that's right...7 pm to 7 am...and usually longer than that depending on how big the baby boom is at the moment. I think I'm pretty used to it after a little over 4 years and I even enjoy my job...&lt;em&gt;most of the time.&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes it can be pretty nerve-wracking if you have a particularly needy mom (no offense ladies) or a couple of babies who think they need to practice their operatic scales ALL NIGHT LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 12 hour shifts make for a long night, as you can imagine. So, at the end of my night I'm usually ready to head straight home &amp; decompress for a little while before hitting the sack. However, a few of my co-workers have recently decided that it would be great fun &amp;amp; very motiva
