<?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-11100468</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:08.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's Lil Life</title><subtitle type='html'>I decided to find a place where I can vent or just talk about things that go on in my very BORING life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-112613480408080812</id><published>2005-09-07T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:13:24.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a new hobby...</title><content type='html'>it's called work. It seems that someone at the Oakwood Kroger quit Monday and who do they call to cover for her?....Yeah that's right...me. Do you think I said no? Of course not. So anyway, there's my new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was just watching my daily dose of Felicity and for once the episode kinda spoke to me alittle. Felicity was having to say goodbye to Ben because she had taken an internship for the summer instead of going back with him to their home town. So she in a way chose herself over Ben. So if you think about it I chose being here over Daniel. In the episode she was talking to her teacher about him leaving and the teacher said "By you chosing yourself over a man that you love so dearly shows that you're growing." Felicity's responce was "I wish growing didnt hurt so much." Which would be my response. I'm still dealing with Daniel being gone and I think I'm doing surprisingly well. I get alittle sad every once and a while but I just remember that he's not  going to be there forever and that he loves me.  He loves me even when I'm hormonal or when I'm lecturing him about something that doesnt matter. He still loves me and he's coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, work is going well. Its work. I got to put some implants in today which was really neat. Tomorrow I got to put 7 veeners on which is exciting probably not to you but it is to me. To see the beginning of the persons teeth and then to see the outcome and to see them smile because of something that you did. That's awesome. Well I'm going to go iron my scrubs for tomorrow and I'll write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-112613480408080812?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112613480408080812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=112613480408080812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112613480408080812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112613480408080812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-got-new-hobby.html' title='I&apos;ve got a new hobby...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-112510528713712142</id><published>2005-08-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T18:14:47.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today was a day I definitely was glad I took my B12 vitamin and drank some caffeine. We had two operatories running non stop and I was running constantly. It was crazy! I was actually surprised that I got to go home on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm still adjusting to Daniel being gone. Yeah I miss him but I'm always going to miss him. But it's important for him to do this. Not just for us but for him. I think this time apart will be good for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not much else to report. Not alot going on in my life at the moment. I go to work, I come home, do some laundry and some dishes. Then I watch some tv and wait for Daniel to call. Then I go iron my scrubs and go to bed and do it all over again the next day. Exciting life huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Dad is being extrememly annoying. I love my Dad to death. But for Labor Day my parents are going to Gatlinburg for a mini vacation. My mom has never been to Dollywood so she wants to go. Well I went to Gatlinburg (at least thats what I tell people :) ) for my senior trip and I've been to Dollywood. I dont mind going back to Gatlinburg. Especially if it's snowing or near Christmas time. But I definitely mind going back to Dollywood. It's like an amusement park honoring Dolly and her massive "big doggies" (martha's description of big boobs). So anyway my Dad keeps asking me "Is Daniel coming home for Labor Day? Did you ask off for Labor Day?" First of all I have to work Labor Day weekend because I WORK EVERY WEEKEND. So no I havent asked off. What does it matter if Daniel comes home I'm still staying home because I have to work. Even if I had known my parents were taking a trip and I was invited to go a month ago. I still wouldnt ask off because I just took vacation from kroger and it's too much to ask for another weekend off. Woo....sorry I had to rant. My Dad for some reason doesnt think I need to be alone. He's always asking me how I'm doing and if I need to talk. Honestly I would be alot better if people stopped asking me how I was doing because it just reminds me of why they're asking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay I'm done ranting. It must be close to pms time or something because I'm not usually that irritated about stuff like that. Also I can cry on command. Yeah...too much information about my pms problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well I'm going to go watch some incredibly lame tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-112510528713712142?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112510528713712142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=112510528713712142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112510528713712142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112510528713712142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/crazy-day.html' title='Crazy day..'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-112456117140245751</id><published>2005-08-20T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T11:06:11.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some news to report...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel left early this morning for Mobile. Not exactly sure when he's coming back to visit. Since he doesnt have a car at the moment it'll probably be a while. Surprisingly enough my parents are actually taking the extra effort to be nice to me today. Mom came in this morning and asked me if I was okay. Of course as soon as she asked I started crying again. She sat down by my bed and said that it'll be worth in the end and that I can always go down there and visit him and spend the weekend there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My father told me a while back that I would not being going to Mobile by myself. But Dad usually goes along with whatever Mom says so I guess I can go visit him. Mom is trying pretty hard today to make me smile but honestly I just dont feel like it. Not much to smile about at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last night was kind of sad. I kept thinking how I couldnt believe he was moving to Mobile and I was staying here. Yeah I could move down there but it's not financially smart for me to do that. I can live up here, rent free, and save money for me and Daniel. All the extra money I get is going into my savings account. It's the smart thing to do...and painful thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In a couple of hours I'm suppose to go out my friend Ashley. She said she was going to try and cheer me up even if it killed her. I wonder what kind of flowers she wants at her funeral. Write more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-112456117140245751?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112456117140245751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=112456117140245751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112456117140245751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112456117140245751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-news-to-report.html' title='Some news to report...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-112407528758829199</id><published>2005-08-14T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:08:07.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three and a half years....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is what Daniel and I turned today. Somedays it doesnt feel like its been that long. Then some other days it feels like it's been 50. So what has been going on with me? I've been working. Actually today I was off. Daniel and I went to see a free concert to see "The Afters." They were really good. They were playing so loud that you couldnt really make out some of the words. But I enjoyed the concert. The played "Beautiful Love" which is one of my favorites. Write more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-112407528758829199?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112407528758829199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=112407528758829199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112407528758829199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112407528758829199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/three-and-half-years.html' title='Three and a half years....'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-112373376262146666</id><published>2005-08-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:16:02.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome  to the Real World</title><content type='html'>Well I'm officially out of school and I've started my full time job. Everyone is real nice. I feel comfortable in my surroundings which in my opinion makes me better at my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did my first day of work go.....it was pretty good. The assistant that was gone on vacation for two months came back and brought presents if you can call them that. She has a rock garden and for special occasions she'll paint you a rock. So I got a rock that said WELCOME on it with some flowers painted on it. She gives people rocks for birthday and christmas presents too. What kind of person gives a rock for a present? Yeah thats a stupid question....a cheap one. So anyway I had to act like I really liked it and thought it was really neat. I should've been an actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went pretty well. We werent too busy. We had some emergency patients but nothing i couldnt handle. We did a few crown preps which wasnt too bad. Which means in about a week all we'll be doing is crown deliveraries. Which are easy if the lab doesnt screw up the model or if the cross bite is ok. Yeah i know you didnt understand that last part but believe me its important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working at Kroger. Yeah I guess I'm just determined not to have a off day. Actually I'm just working the weekends now so it isnt that bad. I would love just not to quit but they dont have anyone to replace me (because i'm such a great tech....not...well maybe). I dont mind working the weekends because its really not that hard. We're not that busy and I still have time at night to go out and do whatever. The way I look at it is if I was off I'd be sitting at home doing nothing. At least this way I'm sitting around making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I had a really busy weekend last weekend. Friday we went to the rocket center and saw plumb and krystal mires in concert. Then Saturday we went to unity day thing at big spring park and saw some great fireworks. I've never seen fireworks like those. I had to look away alot. Then Sunday we spent 7 hours out in the hot sun watching the hunstville stars lose and then watching toby mac and point of grace sing. I was really pleased with the concert. I just wish I could've had a better view. But I'm glad I got to go. We also heard Scott Dawson preach. Alot of people got saved that night. I'm just hoping that it wasnt a "in the moment saving." I hope it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-112373376262146666?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112373376262146666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=112373376262146666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112373376262146666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112373376262146666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/welcome-to-real-world.html' title='Welcome  to the Real World'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-112295079195206594</id><published>2005-08-01T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:46:31.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to adjust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay tomorrow is my last day of school and it's alittle un-nerving. I've always gone to school. Now I have to stop and get a full time job and be a grown up. I'm not complaining about that. I'm 20 years old it's time for it. Pretty soon I'll be getting married (no date set yet) and then having kids( dont worry not for a long while). It's just kinda crazy. I dont mind having to get a full time job because i've basically been working 2 for the past 8 months. I'm ready to get married so I'm ready for that adjustment. It's that all of this is happening at one time not gradually. Thats what throws me for a loop. It's like "Hey Ashley handle all of this at one time, let's see if you crack." Well honestly I dont think I can handle it half the time.  Someone asked me today what I was going to do to celebrate finishing school...my answer was "take a nap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-112295079195206594?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112295079195206594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=112295079195206594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112295079195206594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112295079195206594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/08/trying-to-adjust.html' title='Trying to adjust'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-112272726399921976</id><published>2005-07-30T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T05:41:04.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have a job now at Dr. Peake's office. I start full time on August 8th. I'm pretty excited. I really like the people I'll be working with. Anyway I'll write more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-112272726399921976?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112272726399921976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=112272726399921976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112272726399921976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112272726399921976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-112050132003277819</id><published>2005-07-04T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:22:00.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The jury is still out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;on where I'll be working in the next few weeks. Dr. Lansdell offered me a job after a 15 minute interview. I told him I needed some time to think it over considering he doesnt offer any insurance. So next Monday I have to call him and tell him no thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;About the no insurance thing....it seems alot of Dr's dont offer insurance. The reason being most wives are on their husband's insurance so they dont really need it. Well about us girls that arent married? Am I suppose to go without insurance just because I'm not married? It may be years  before I actually do get married and during that time I do plan on having insurance. Sorry I had to rant....it frustrates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been kinda stressed and confused lately. The whole job situation is just getting to be too much. I'm the type of person who wants to have everything done before hand. I wanted to go to work the next day after I finish my exam. But Dr. Ingram is making me jump through all these hoops and now I'm thinking is all of this really worth working there? I might not even be there for very long...and then again I might be there for 5 years. That also stresses me out. The whole "not knowing anything about my future," is driving me insane. Because like I said earlier I'm the type of person who likes to plan ahead and not worry about it anymore. Until I know something for sure I'll worry about it until then.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My life right now if I had to rate it...it would be a 4 (5 being normal and 10 being great). Things just keep changing and I'm having a hard time keeping up. Right now I'm kinda caught in the middle where I'm excited I finally get to start living my life and start working but then again I'm scared because I have to do that without Daniel here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-112050132003277819?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/112050132003277819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=112050132003277819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112050132003277819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/112050132003277819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/07/jury-is-still-out.html' title='The jury is still out...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111983859610891733</id><published>2005-06-26T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T19:16:36.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded and confused....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I always thought that it would be hard for me to get a job when it came time to look for one. Well once again I worried for nothing. Except now I not only have a job...I possibly have three. There's the job with Dr. Pugh, Dr. Ingram and Dr. Lansdell. I'd like to have a job with Dr. Pugh but I want to see what Dr. Ingram and Dr. Pugh has to offer. I've worked with Dr. Ingram before and it went pretty well. I know nothing about Dr. Lansdell except that he's young and his office is in Hampton Cove (20 minute drive for me). Honestly, I put my resume into Dr. Pugh's office thinking they wouldnt hire me because I have a couple of weeks left of school. Ooppsss...now he wants to hire me. He's a really nice guy and he sings christian music when he's not a dentist. I'm suppose to call Dr. Ingram by July 1st. Dr. Lansdell wants to hire me without even seeing me. He found out about me through my teacher and I guess she talked me up or something cuz he wants to sit down and talk to me Tuesday after I get out of clinicals and discuss some details. My mind is going in a thousand directions and I wish it would just pick one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Besides that everything in my life is going well I suppose. Write more on Friday. I should know by then where I decided to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111983859610891733?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111983859610891733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111983859610891733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111983859610891733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111983859610891733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/06/jaded-and-confused.html' title='Jaded and confused....'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111888217481691442</id><published>2005-06-15T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:44:24.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm in need of a personal assistant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;because I'm beginning to lose track of things. Today has just been crazy. I have an interview with Dr. Pugh Friday morning at 9 o'clock. Also I found out that Dr. Ingram is hiring which is a good thing because I was at his office for two days and I got along with everyone really well. So anyway they told me to fax my resume after 5 and Dr. Ingram would call me. Well he called me as soon as that fax went through. He started asking me all these questions and I tried as hard as I could to get the answer fast. I was so nervous. Well as it turns out I have to go in Monday and fill out somethings for Dr Ingram at 8:30. Well I forgot that I have a work keys test that I have to take Monday and I have to be there or I cant graduate. How did I forget about that? So anyway I called Stacie to find out what I should do. She told me to call Ms Stueck at home so thats what I did. She told me to go call them tomorrow and ask them if I could come by tomorrow on my lunch hour instead of Monday. So thats what I'm going to do. Maybe everything will work out. I just want to scream. Getting a job shouldnt be that hard you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111888217481691442?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111888217481691442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111888217481691442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111888217481691442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111888217481691442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-think-im-in-need-of-personal.html' title='I think I&apos;m in need of a personal assistant...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111871890834966473</id><published>2005-06-13T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:15:08.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new to report...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm still at Dr. Pate's. I put my resume in at Dr. Pugh's office today so we'll see how that turns out. Daniel got a job and got his acceptance letter to USA. So his life is changing alot at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111871890834966473?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111871890834966473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111871890834966473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111871890834966473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111871890834966473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-new-to-report_13.html' title='Nothing new to report...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111749497722871708</id><published>2005-05-30T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:16:17.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kroger baby boom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My store has been hit once again with the kroger baby virus. No worries it's not me (I'd be in the guinness if I was) it's Chelsi (my twin according to some). So that makes the fifth baby to join kroger within the past 2 years. It must be in the water. Definitely a good thing I buy bottle water and drink Diet Mt. Dew. Dont you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111749497722871708?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111749497722871708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111749497722871708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111749497722871708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111749497722871708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/05/kroger-baby-boom.html' title='Kroger baby boom...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111732081043242917</id><published>2005-05-28T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T16:01:56.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well School is back in for me. I'm interning at Dr.Pate's office right now. He seems pretty nice. He's always making jokes so he's a nice dentist to work with. I hate working with Dentists who dont talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed this but when I'm doing a procedure...I hold my breath. I told Megan (Dr. Pate's assistant) about it and she said she did the same thing when she was interning. She said I'd get to a point where I wouldnt do that anymore. The very first time I assisted for Dr. Pate right after we were through my right hand was killing me. I had been gripping the suction so hard my palm was white. I get to assist for Dr. Pate alot because one of his assistants just went out on maternity leave. I usually get the crown preps, fillings, root canals, and check patients. I stay away from the denture patients. I dont want to screw up there dentures. I know how to do it but still I dont want to take a chance and trim too much off and it not fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what else to write about. I've been kinda sick lately. A couple of days ago I kept getting sick and now I'm just achie all the time. I usually get sick when the weather changes. Anyway, nothing new to report right now. School looks like its going to be pretty hard this semester. I have to find time to take all of my full mouth x-rays while I'm at Dr. Pate's or Dr. Peake's office. I have to have 3 patients and I'm afraid I wont get all of it done in time. I guess we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111732081043242917?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111732081043242917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111732081043242917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111732081043242917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111732081043242917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111621595620395889</id><published>2005-05-15T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T15:57:11.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I graduated!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah that's right I got to wear the dorky cap and the gown. I swear right before they called my name everything kinda went in slow motion. I looked around and took a deep breath and stepped up. I was so afraid I was going to fall on my face. But I didnt. The guy before me almost fell. HAHAHA!! He also had a flatulates problem too and annoying family who kept running in front of me to take pictures. Can the pictures not wait? I guess not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay so now I have to start looking for a job. I still have 2 business classes to finish and 2 more internships and I'll be completely finished. I'm pretty excited and worried. But I'm always worried just ask Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Daniel and I are doing pretty well. He bought me a purse for graduation which if you know me is the perfect present for me. Of course I picked it out. He almost picked one out for me because I couldnt make up mind. I would've ended up with a purse that said "That's Hott!" on it. So I just grabbed one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday after work Daniel and I went to Tellini's which has been upgraded alot (at least the one we went to). Anyway, I was talking to Daniel about how I need to learn how to cook. There are many reasons why I love Daniel and this is one of them. He said "Who ever said the wife has to cook all the time." Yup that's the man I'm marrying. Needless to say that pleased me. I can cook if I follow the directions. Last night I made a dessert. I dont know the name of it but Dari at the Oakwood Pharmacy gave me the recipe. It's whip cream (light), sugar free butterscotch pudding, apple pieces and peanuts. It's suppose to taste like a caramel apple and it does. I was pretty happy with the outcome. I was worried about the pudding because I've never made pudding before and it was all lumpy. I kept thinking "If I can't even make pudding then there's something wrong with me." But I mixed it some more and it was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway I'm going to bed. I love you Daniel and I still say I dont deserve you (and no I dont deserve better). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111621595620395889?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111621595620395889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111621595620395889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111621595620395889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111621595620395889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-graduated.html' title='I graduated!!'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111575371188868943</id><published>2005-05-10T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T15:59:28.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"One word...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;frees us of all the weight and pain of life. That word is love."-Sophocles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These past few weeks have been crazy. I've just been having a hard time with some things and I needed to work them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my experience with love it's never worked out well. Before Daniel, the only two people I knew who loved me where my grandmother and my father. I remember my father telling me one night that there are &lt;em&gt;no happy endings and love is crap. People are going to walk out on you so you shouldnt rely on anyone but yourself&lt;/em&gt;. I guess that always kind of stuck in my head. After seeing my father's failed marriages(&lt;em&gt;all 4 of them crazy huh?)&lt;/em&gt; I began to believe it. But Daddy doesnt always know best. I can honestly say that being with Daniel these past 3 years has been the greatest time of my life. I honestly feel that I dont deserve him. It takes a strong man to put up with me or maybe just a patient one. But I know I dont deserve him. He denys it constantly and says that he doesnt deserve me and I always say "&lt;em&gt;you're right you deserve better.&lt;/em&gt;" I know y'all are about to gag because of all the mooshieness but you can breath easy I'm done now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I learned a lesson that I thought I already had learned a long time ago but obviously not. Everything can't be easy and there are no easy ways out. When something gets hard and frustrating you can't just run away and give up. Because you'll continue to do that through out your life and you'll be constantly running. What kind of life would that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's some news in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. My brother greg is moving to Delaware (where my real mom lives) in 2 weeks. I probably wont see him for a very long time. He's going to be a beach cop. Greg just recently dropped out of the police academy in huntsville because he didnt realize he'd get shot at. Go on and laugh , it's mildly funny. I guess it's easier to be a beach cop. All you have to do is watch out for seagull poop and not bullets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. I graduate Friday!! I still have to figure out how to put on the dang sash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. After graduation we're going out to eat with my parents and Daniel's parents which is always interesting when you get our parents together. My Dad tries to show off and make corny jokes . Anyway, our Dad's are kind of similar so they get along really well. It's the MOTHERS I'm worried about. Sherry is crazy and Daniel's mom is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. My friend Stacie informed me that they're looking for a dental assistant at the office she works at. So I'm really excited. It would be so awesome if I could work there with her. We make a pretty good team. We'd be laughing the whole day but hey the day would go by faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's the only news I've got today. My diet is no longer. I've been so stressed I've been to lazy to count my carbs. But I'll get back on it eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love you Daniel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111575371188868943?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111575371188868943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111575371188868943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111575371188868943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111575371188868943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-word.html' title='&quot;One word...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111548479078982757</id><published>2005-05-07T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T16:01:00.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I won a honeymoon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I never win anything. Last night Daniel and I went to the Sheraton to get the info on our wedding trip. They showed us some really cool cookware that I can't afford at the moment. Well I could if I didnt have to pay gas. But I have to so no cookware for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After we left the Sheraton, we went to Walmart and bought some gifts for our moms. I bought my mom some fancy wine glasses and a card. My mom is so hard to buy for. My dad is easy to buy for because he'll tell me what he wants and he'll tell me where to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I'm pretty bored here at work. I guess everyone is outside enjoying the weather. Too bad I can't. Write more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111548479078982757?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111548479078982757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111548479078982757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111548479078982757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111548479078982757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-won-honeymoon_07.html' title='I won a honeymoon...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111517608652893707</id><published>2005-05-03T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:08:06.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; As a "sometime in the near future" bride to be the only word I can think of to describe the Runaway Bride is.... COWARD!! Her poor fiancee doesnt deserve that. He shouldnt marry her. My philosophy in life is if they leave you once, they'll leave you again. It just goes to show you some people have a hidden agenda and not everyone are what they seem to be. At least that what this whole situation says to me.  If I had cold feet about getting married I wouldnt cut my hair and go to New Mexico. I think it would be cheaper to tell my fiancee that I dont want to get married. But hey that's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, I've been in a bad mood all day today. I put way too much on myself and the only one I can blaim for it is me. Well I have to go study for a final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111517608652893707?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111517608652893707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111517608652893707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111517608652893707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111517608652893707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-thoughts-for-day.html' title='My thoughts for the day...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111488601854588661</id><published>2005-04-30T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:44:08.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Little Miss Homemaker in the making...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it doesnt bother me any. Last night was date night for me and daniel. My mom had bought a huge frozen pizza at costco. Well I had decided since Daniel was probably going to leave my house and go to the HUN that we should eat dinner at my house instead of going out. That way I'd get more time with him. So I bought some salad and desert for dinner. Put the pizza in about 30 minutes before he got there. I set the table and lit a candle (yes I know me trying to be romantic is hilarious but hey I tried). Daniel got a big kick out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Speaking of getting a kick out of...I accidently spilled Daniel's Dr Pepper all over him last night. Romantic right? I had to go and get some of my Dad's clothes and throw Daniel's clothes in the washer. Then I cleaned up and did some dishes. So if you think about it I cooked (sorta), cleaned, and washed for Daniel. I offered to iron his clothes but the dryer didnt wrinkle them. Plus Daniel doesnt care when it comes to wrinkles. I'm OCD about ironing. I have to have everything ironed. Even my t-shirts. I dont enjoy ironing I just have to iron everything (well minus underwear and socks).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After we ate and watched some of the Garfield movie (pretty boring, we got so bored we decided to get my dog out Katie and play with her. She was so excited to see Daniel and me. I told her to go to Daddy and she would run right to Daniel. Of course the first thing Katie did when Daniel let her our was run to me. She is the sweetest doggie. I'm glad I get to take her to Mobile with me. I dont think training her to use the puppy pads will be too hard because she's pretty smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I gotta get back to work. WML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111488601854588661?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111488601854588661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111488601854588661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111488601854588661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111488601854588661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/04/warning-little-miss-homemaker-in.html' title='Warning: Little Miss Homemaker in the making...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111457184991257731</id><published>2005-04-26T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:17:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ball dropped...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;as I predicted. I guess I should explain the history of the situation before I write what happened. My birth mother Anne lives in Delaware. She likes to pop in and out of my life when it's convenient for her and try to be my friend...not my mother. My parents have been divorced for 15 years now and I havent gotten over the after math of it. I dont think I ever will. I will forever second guess if the people I love will stay or dump me like Anne did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, onto  what happened today. Anne does not call me, she sends me friendly (sarcasm alert) little emails. In these emails she asks me how I am yadda yadda then goes straight into how selfish I am and horrible I am and what a terrible daughter I've become. I'm guessing my brother told her about me getting engaged so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;her next insult was what a terrible wife I'll be and how he'll leave me and I'll wind up alone like her. I'm a pretty sensitive person and she knows that her emails get me upset. I know I should just delete them as soon as I see her email address in my inbox. I guess I'm hoping she'll change. Anyway, my self esteem is shot for the day and probably for the next couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate getting emails from her because it makes me second guess everything in my life. My life with Daniel is perfect and there is no reason for me to second guess him leaving me. But dang it as soon as I get that frickin email its in my head. I know he'll be there for me every day of my life. I know he's the one that I'm destined to be with. I just want to scream at her. AHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Other than the email today was alright. Dr. Kamelchuck didnt have any procedures scheduled for the morning so I didnt do anything. I saw 2 amalgam procedures and 1 crown seating at Dr. Brooks. I got subway for lunch. I ate the meat...really wanted to eat the bread. Which brings up another random question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is it that every subway or quiznos is owned by a foreign person? What about a taco bell or a McDonalds? I mean what's more american than a hamburger. I would think they wouldnt want to stand out. Sorry had a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I'm going to bed. I gotta get up early tomorrow and take a final. Woo hoo!! Not :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111457184991257731?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111457184991257731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111457184991257731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111457184991257731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111457184991257731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/04/ball-dropped.html' title='The ball dropped...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111448486038198250</id><published>2005-04-25T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:11:53.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont like Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was ok I guess. I had an asthma attack early this morning and as soon as I got out of my car I got real weak in the knees and fainted or blacked out not sure which one you would call it. But I'm fine no worries. Its hard for me to breath these days with all of this pollen around me. I feel fine. My head hurt for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, I got flowers Saturday from Daniel. I've been sneezing my head off but they're pretty. They're daisys that are bright blue, orange, purple, pink, and yellow. My favorite flowers are tulips and daisys so he did a good job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing new right now...I have 2 A's so far in my finals. I have  four more classes I need grades for. I found out yesterday that my stepmom wont be at my graduation so it'll just be my dad and daniel. Nice support huh? I honestly dont care who shows up because I'm not walking across that stage for anyone. This is for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I dont have much to say today. I've gotta go and iron my scrubs for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111448486038198250?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111448486038198250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111448486038198250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111448486038198250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111448486038198250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-dont-like-mondays.html' title='I dont like Mondays'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111437564508278899</id><published>2005-04-24T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T13:47:25.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple onions vs. broccoli...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;which one gives you the worst breath? Purple onions hands down. Daniel complained a couple of weeks ago that my broccoli breath gave him a headache. Which honestly did hurt my feelings so I try to avoid eating broccoli around him. Well last night I (unfortunately for me ) dared him to eat a purple onion off my hamburger. His breath was awful!! I bought him gum, pop rocks, and candy. Nothing made it go away. Even when he was popping his pop rocks I could still smell it. So I guess the punishment is really on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things are going pretty well but I'm waiting for the other ball to drop. Things just dont stay ok for me. My grades are fine, I'm graduating soon, Daniel and I are good I guess, work is okay but it could always be better, and my diet is going okay. I'm noticing a difference in the way my clothes fit now. Daniel says my face is smaller, I guess I had fat head and didnt know it. I havent weighed lately cuz I've been so busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I dont have much else to write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm listening to: 99.1 FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm not listening to : 102.1 FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm watching: the weird people outside the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm not watching: Meet the Fockers because Jia's dvd player broke right at the beginnning of the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weight loss: dont know havent weighed recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my mood: indifferent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111437564508278899?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111437564508278899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111437564508278899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111437564508278899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111437564508278899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/04/purple-onions-vs-broccoli.html' title='Purple onions vs. broccoli...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111405189870674454</id><published>2005-04-20T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:51:38.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I PASSED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; HOLY GEEZ I PASSED RADIOLOGY!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah I worried over nothing but still...holy geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's see what else has everyone passed in my very busy boring life....oh yeah I got extremely mad at Daniel on Sunday. I've never been so mad at him in my life. We're fine now but oh my gosh I could've yelled at him and his mom. Sunday I got to church and one of the teachers down the hall didnt show up so I had her 3 babies in sunday school. I didnt mind it so much because I knew Daniel was on his way. Well then my regular 3 kids came in so that makes 6 kids...1 teacher...no Daniel. Fortunately for like 15 minutes I had Hailey's mom stay with me but I told her to go on because Daniel would be here any minute. Well Daniel nor his mom showed up. Not a phone call ...nothing. I was so tired after Sunday school. Then I had to go to work. I called Daniel 5 times and by 3 o'clock I still hadnt heard anything from him so I sent him an email to see if he was alive. Turns out he just didnt wake up. His mom just didnt show up. I was so mad. He said I had every right to be too. If he had at least called me I could've gotten some help instead of refusing him because I thought he was coming to church. Anyway, he's out of trouble now. I'm still waiting for my flowers...doubt I'll get any. I think our relationship has gone past me ever getting flowers again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm tired. I'll write more later when I'm not...which will be when I retire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111405189870674454?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111405189870674454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111405189870674454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111405189870674454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111405189870674454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-passed.html' title='I PASSED!!'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111368563994403911</id><published>2005-04-16T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T14:07:19.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well Friday was my final for radiology. I'm really worried about my grade. I had to take a full mouth series on a live patient. I've been practicing on a dummies. I'm just really scared. I dont know what to do if I fail. If I do fail I cant go on to next semester. I have to wait until the next year and take it again. Geez I'm so scared. My lab teacher told me she thinks I should do ok.I have to have a 70 to pass. She thinks I'll have a C but she's not sure. AHH!!!  But she's not grading me. Ms. Stueck is and she's really strict. I'm so scared. Stacie told me not to worry about it. But I cant help it. I dont want to fail. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111368563994403911?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111368563994403911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111368563994403911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111368563994403911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111368563994403911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/04/worried.html' title='Worried...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111316629686647487</id><published>2005-04-10T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:54:06.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm stuck at work again and there isnt anything to do. But hey at least I'm getting paid for nothing. Work isnt too busy today. We have our spurts every now and then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right now it's slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lets see whats new....nothing much at the moment. My radiology final is this friday. My final consists of a full mouth x-ray on someone. It can be anyone. I did pick Daniel but he'd make me too nervous and he's too busy. So Stacie and I just decided we'd radiate each other. That's real friendship. Of course we're really not going to radiate each other....well not that much. Anyway, it's a big piece of my grade and I really want to do well. I know how to take x-rays I just get nervous when I know it counts. In the dental offices I can shoot them and not sweat a bit. So anyway, if I do well on the radiology final I'll be extremely excited. If not...well I'll probably cry alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My diet is going pretty well. I cheated alittle bit yesterday. I'm doing Atkins so potatoes are a big no no. So last night Daniel I went to Benningans and I got chicken strips with broccoli and a potato. I couldnt help myself. Plus I need a break every once and while. I hadnt had any carbs all day so that took care of it for me I'm sure. Today for lunch I had a salad and for a snack I've got some peanuts. For dinner I'll probably eat some grilled chicken or something. My parents are being pretty helpful with me doing this diet. My mom knows not to put potatoes and bread on my plate when dinner comes up because I'll eat it. I cant not eat it. One thing I miss the most is fruit. I really want some orange juice and a grapefruit for breakfast. Oh well maybe when I loss some more weight I can eat some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This week is my last week at Alabama Pediatric Dental Association and Orthodontics. I have to go next week to an oral surgery office which is right down the road from where I am now. It takes me about 15 minutes to get there and about 20 minutes when I go home because of 5 o'clock traffic. I actually really enjoy the Pediatric office I'm at. Maybe it's because I havent been bit yet but I feel really comfortable there. Everyone is really nice and they're really relaxed. At Dr. Beitel's office I was always stressed out. Its nice to have a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well now I'm at home. My dad just yelled at me about driving over the grass. So Daddy is getting the silent treatment. If I say anything to him now I'll get in so much trouble. So its best for me to say nothing. I've been really angry lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I feel: things could be better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I'm listening to: whatever is on Jia's ipod player&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What i'm not listening to :kroger's gay radio PA system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm watching: nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm not watching: the golf game that jia has on the tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;weight loss: dont know havent weighed in a couple days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111316629686647487?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111316629686647487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111316629686647487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111316629686647487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111316629686647487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-bored.html' title='So bored...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111284247777164521</id><published>2005-04-06T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:54:37.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is so wonderful....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well not really. I just have that song stuck in my head thanks to Dr. Lachey (sounds like lacky). I started my new office Tuesday. I feel really comfortable there. My morning wasnt that great though. I didnt get my caffeine in so I got a major headache. I then found out that Julie (a girl in my class) was hired at Dr. Beitel's office (office I was just at). He hired her before I even got there so I shouldnt be upset. But I am. I didnt even get a chance. But now that I think about it I wouldnt want to work there. I dont fit in. Everyone is married with kids and yadda yadda. At Dr. Lachey I fit. There are people there my age. There's a girl my age named Emily who is engaged but just like me has no date set. So we have alot in common. Emily actually use to work at Dr. Beitel's and quit. She didnt like the backstabbing and the way she was treated. If she didnt kiss the hygienist butts they'd get mad and tell the office manager and the office manager would chew her out. I'm the type of person I'll kiss your butt and let you walk all over me. So in  a way I'd fit in there. Anyway, Dr. Lachey is hiring so I need to keep my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been kind of upset for the past few days and I've been ventint to Stacie. I'm so scared that I won't get a job. Yes I have my pharmacy job but I'm tired of bouncing store to store to get hours. I want a REAL JOB!! I'm a great dental assistant. I'm entertaining enough I think. I'm always early. I'll stay late. I'd be a great employee. I'm so frustrated. Four people in my class have already been offered a job. I just feel like a dummy. Emily told me just to hold out and I'll get a good offer. Stacie told me not to worry about it and I'd get one. Easy for her to say...she's been offered a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In another news I'm kind of excited about, because I finish in the summer I wouldnt be able to walk in May because I wouldnt have all my credits in. Well they've made an exception for us dental students and we get to walk in May. So I graduate May 13. I'm probably not going to have alot of people come to my graduation but thats ok. My parents will come. I know my Dad will for sure. Stacie and I decided we were going to do a pre-dinner thing before. Just have to work out the details with her parents and mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I've gotta get up early and listen to screaming kids. Boy do I love pediatric dentistry!! (not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How I feel: ok I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm watching: nothing right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm not watching: anything on the sci-fi channel (that stuff gives me nightmares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm listening to: 99.1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: 96.9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;weight loss -10 (I'm pretty proud of myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111284247777164521?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111284247777164521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111284247777164521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111284247777164521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111284247777164521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/04/everyday-is-so-wonderful.html' title='Everyday is so wonderful....'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111256246056999125</id><published>2005-04-03T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T14:09:18.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I cant think of a title off the top of my head. So...will just have to do. I'm at work (as always) and bored out of my mind. This past week has been an emotional roller coaster for me. Issues at home arent going very well. But I'll live I suppose. Daniel and I are great. I hate to surprise y'all but we arent the perfect couple we look like. Okay you can close your mouth now. Its true...we're regular people. Well mostly me. Daniel is the exceptional one. So we do have bad days as a couple. Its usually my fault because I'm being a stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spring break has been relatively ok I guess. Thursday I met up with Stacie for lunch at Atlanta Bread Co and tried on some wedding dresses at David's Bridal. I was pretty proud of myself for not crying. Stacie started crying when she saw me try on "the dress." You know trying on all of those dresses makes it pretty apparent that I need a tan. I am so pale! Anyway, I thought I looked pretty with the dresses on. Pale but pretty. I swear getting into those dresses was complicated. You cant just jump in and zip it up. It takes some effort. Unfortunately all the dresses I tried on were pretty expensive and they all need to be altered because I'm a frickin midget. So that's some more money to put towards the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll write more later. Just got busy at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111256246056999125?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111256246056999125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111256246056999125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111256246056999125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111256246056999125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111215066448370066</id><published>2005-03-29T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T18:44:24.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;is a good thing. I havent been able to sleep past 8 o'clock since december. It so sad that that's the only thing I look forward to this week. Well I do get to go look at wedding dresses with Stacie. Which now that I think about it's going to be a waste of time. I'm too fat to look nice in anything and I'm not getting married anytime soon. But hey at least I get to hang out with Stacie. It's nice to have someone I can talk to about stuff. Stacie is the type of person who is honest with you not because she wants to hurt your feelings but because she wants to help you. I've got some stuff I need to get an opinion on and if I ask Daniel he'll just roll his eyes and think I'm a stupid girl. So to spare my self-esteem I'll talk to Stacie about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's see whats new at work??? Hmmmm....work sucks. Insurance problems sucks actually. I spend most of my time talking to insurance companies trying to fix other peoples problems because they dont understand their prescription plan and I'm suppose to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway I had lunch today with Daniel. We went to Quiznos. It was pretty good. I never really thought about it until Daniel said something but why are all Quiznos owned by arabic or indian people? I mean why not a Taco Bell or maybe even a McDonalds?? Just a thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I did something today that I havent done in a while. I went out to put some gas in my car (way too expensive by the way). Well on my way back to the house I went to the graveyard and saw my grandma. Well I didnt actually see my grandma. I just sat down under the tree. It was such a pretty day. Today was the kind of day that made me miss her. We use to go walking on pretty days like today to the pond near her house and feed the ducks. Along the way we would have these talks. Granny would always give me advice and tell me that everything would be ok in the end. Of course at that moment it felt like my life was over but Granny always had this way of making me feel better about things. So as I sat under the tree I cried alittle. Granny told me a long time ago that one of her proudest days would be to see me get married. I guess she has a better seat now. I know that everyone loves their grandma's because they spoil them rotten. But I loved my granny because she loved me and she was there for me when I needed her the most. She was there when my mother wasn't. One of the things that makes me so sad is she never got to meet Daniel. She died the day of my junior prom. She was looking forward to meeting him. Anyway, I stayed at the graveyard for about an hour or so. It's so peaceful there. Its weird to think I may be there one of these days. Okay onto a happier subject or less depressing subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Sherry (evil stepmother) decided she was going to sign me and her up for the Wellness Center gym. Well Daddy had a hissy fit so we're not going to. But I'm making enough money where I can afford to go myself. I'm suppose to be putting money back for me and Daniel but since we dont have a date yet, I figure I dont have to put back as much as I have been. There's no rush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I'm off to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How I'm feeling: could be better could be worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm watching: re-runs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm not watching: House M.D. (show that was after American Idol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm listening to: one of my random mix cds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: John Tesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weight loss: 4 (hey its better than nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111215066448370066?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111215066448370066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111215066448370066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111215066448370066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111215066448370066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring break...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111163600191259778</id><published>2005-03-23T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:46:41.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No complaints...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;today. Actually today was pretty good. Daniel came and ate lunch with me and Stacie.  I think Daniel got too much girl talk but hey he'll hear it sooner or later. We were talking about "the girl doctor." That's about all I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway work was pretty good. We've been slow because of spring break. It's nice to have a break every once and a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just an update on my diet...it's going better than I expected. I'm doing Atkins and it's not that bad. Peanuts are getting alittle tiring. I found out that I'm addicted to caffeine. I had a major headache all day yesterday because I didnt have any ALL DAY. I thought my head was going to blow up. Today at lunch with Stacie and Daniel they were bugging me about what I couldnt have to eat. Stacie ordered a pizza and it smelt so good!! I can have the toppings I just cant have the crust which I'm not all that crazy about but I cant just eat the toppings and not eat the crust. I was good though. I ordered a baked chicken salad with a diet pepsi. Daniel ordered a salad with some chicken cheese  (cordon bleu...yeah I spelt it wrong but I'm not getting graded here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well thats all I have to say at the moment. Life is going okay right now. Stepmom isnt being too mean to me lately. Just the snide remarks every once and while but that's normal. I just gotta let it roll of my back. I hate feeling like I never do anything right. Anywho...enough of that depressing nonesense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How I feel: pretty good I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm watching: Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm not watching: Lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm listening to: Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: Go Go Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weight: -2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111163600191259778?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111163600191259778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111163600191259778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111163600191259778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111163600191259778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-complaints.html' title='No complaints...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111137165108522771</id><published>2005-03-20T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:58:56.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being without a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fiancee for three whole days makes you feel kinda lonely. Daniel's been sick so I havent seen him since thursday. I probably wont see him Monday either. So with that said my day was crappy and the day before that and the day before that. Absolutely nothing can put me in a good mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111137165108522771?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111137165108522771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111137165108522771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111137165108522771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111137165108522771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-without.html' title='Being without a...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111094528874020976</id><published>2005-03-15T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:09:20.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats up with the sleet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would say "What's up with the snow?" but my fiancee informed it was NOT snow it was sleet. I guess there's a difference. They're both white so what does it matter?? Anyway it was all over my car. I had the urge to take a picture but I supressed it, took a deep breath, and tried not to think about anything weather related. DANIEL YOUR WEATHER NERDYNESS IS GETTING INTO MY HEAD... but I still love you more than I'll ever be able to put into words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In other news....my teacher Ms. Stueck came to see me at Dr. B's today. I was running around charting, cleaning, putting kids on nitrous, and doing extractions. Yup I was busy but I remained calm. You know it takes alot to "rattle" me and make me nervous. This woman absolutely rattles me! She holds my grade in her tiny old hand. It drives me crazy. The thing is ...I can make straight A's in all my classes and if I dont perform at a level that she thinks I should...I fail. It's as easy as that. I'm awesome at x-rays. My grades are good. My performance I would say is good for a beginner. I'm eager to learn and energetic. Of course I'm a suck up so I'm always asking to help or do something for someone. Thankfully I'm the teacher's pet. Ms. Stueck asked me to go to a conference with her at the beginning of last semester. Of course I'm not going. I'm too broke to go and the idea of being alone with that woman just freaks me out. I'd have to take some xanax to get through those couple of days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The best part of my day was seeing Daniel. He had a rough day. I wont get to see him tomorrow because he has to be at the HUN or the NSSTC or TPWDM (the place where dorks meet). You know what I know I shouldn't poke fun because those dorks make alot more money than me. But still...I cant help myself. I remember when I first started dating Daniel I use to ask him if he had measured any rain drops lately. *sigh* That was 3 years ago!! Time flies when you're having fun. Another good part of my day was when I checked my email. I got an email from Daniel. I know it may sound retarded but having the long day that I had, getting a little email from Daniel made it better and also seeing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I've decided that I'm going to keep up with my weight loss on here. So maybe if anyone actually reads this boring blog they'll yell at me for not losing any weight or congratulate because I did. Also it's a good way to record how much I've lost. With that said I'm going to bed. I'm tired!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How I feel: pretty good today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm watching: Judging Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not watching: I dont know what else is on tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm listening: Jason Maraz (I think I mispelt that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: John Tesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WEIGHT LOSS: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111094528874020976?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111094528874020976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111094528874020976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111094528874020976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111094528874020976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/whats-up-with-sleet.html' title='Whats up with the sleet?'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111085987345507455</id><published>2005-03-14T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:08:26.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing much to say today. School was school. The minute I left school i had to go to kroger and work. So I've been at work all day long!! I didnt have time to eat lunch (and I usually dont eat breakfast) and we were so busy tonight I had no time to eat dinner either. So no food for ashley today. I did have a diet mt dew and diet sunkist today. But I dont think they have very much nutritional value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm starting to feel sick again. I feel all achie. But that could just be because I'm tired. I'm overworked and underpaid. But I'm sure if you ask anyone else my age they'd say the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been trying to figure out lately how much my wedding is going to cost. I saw a show on TLC where they did a wedding for 5000. I think it was called "For Better or Worse." They did some nice weddings for that much. I dont know if my parents would spend that much on me. I think they would. My parents do have they money so money isnt the question. It's whether or not Sherry will let me. I think I can talk Daddy into it. But we'll see. Again I dont even have a date set so I shouldnt worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daniel came to kroger to see me tonight. Which isnt anything new because he always does. I'm not complaining because pretty soon I'll be spending alot of my time alone instead of with him. He'll be in Mobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I took a nyquil so I'm going to hit the bed. I gotta face screaming kids tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How i feel: drowsy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm watching: Who's line is it anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not watching: the insides of my eyelids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm listening to: Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: that guy that lost against her who has way too much hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111085987345507455?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111085987345507455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111085987345507455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111085987345507455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111085987345507455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/ordinary-day.html' title='Ordinary day...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111074805467838522</id><published>2005-03-13T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:07:54.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat in a better mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;at least I think so. Right now I'm at work so it all depends if I get angry customers today. Chruch was pretty crazy this morning. Grant, Garrett, and Hailey were all going nuts today, Garrett flipped the rocking chair over while he was in it. Hailey also crawled up into the little kitchen's sink and also into drawer on a table that was in the room. Garrett kept getting play-do everywhere. It was just a crazy morning. Makes me rethink about having three kids. Maybe one would be good. Nah....I still want three. Me and Daniel's kids wont act crazy. If they do it'll be hard for them to sit down for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not much is going on right now. Jia and Dari and told me about a caterer that they used that does flowers,cakes, and the food for a wedding for 2000 dollars so I'm going to have to talk to sherry and dad about it. He does a chocolate table and it's awesome looking!! Jia brought in her pictures and showed them to me. He does a fruit table too and a sandwich table. Everything looked really good. So whenever I get a date set I'll have to call him and see if he still does catering. The way Sherry talks about my wedding, if I want a nice reception I'll be paying for it. I dont think 2000 dollars is alot of money considering he's doing the cakes, food, and the flowers. I think thats getting way pretty cheap if you ask me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In other news Daniel and I are doing good. We never do bad, but we do have our moments. But we always work things out. Of course most of our arguments are over nothing serious...always something stupid. Most of the time it's my fault because I'm being a stupid girl. Yup I'm one of the rare woman that will admit that I get upset over nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daniel and I didnt get to go out last night because he had a migraine. He said he wanted to make it up to me so we're going out tonight. We're either going to a movie or going to a hockey game. I'd prefer to go to a hockey game but I wont oppose going to a movie either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I have to get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I feel: energized (I had a mello yello)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm watching: Nothing I'm at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not watching: The old man outside pick his nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm listening to: Beach boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111074805467838522?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111074805467838522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111074805467838522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111074805467838522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111074805467838522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/somewhat-in-better-mood.html' title='Somewhat in a better mood...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111042825717592670</id><published>2005-03-09T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:57:40.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just want to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hide. My day could be summed up in one word...futile. I shouldn't have even got out of bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How I feel: depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm watching: nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not watching: Ozzy show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm listening to: 99.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: anything on the AM station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111042825717592670?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111042825717592670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111042825717592670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111042825717592670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111042825717592670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/sometimes-i-just-want-to.html' title='Sometimes I just want to..'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-111017118851799424</id><published>2005-03-06T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:10:31.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the forum meeting. Which I knew I would. I was kinda nervous going to the meeting because I was going to see alot of people that I havent met before. Also being engaged to Daniel kinda puts me in the spot light sometimes because Daniel is a big part of Talkweather and NWS. I was trying so hard to watch what I say because alot of the times I'll think something is funny and I'll say it....when it's really not to other people. So I tried to keep quiet and to myself most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The tour of the NWS was pretty interesting. Its neat to see where Daniel spends alot of his time. I still dont understand what all he does there but I'm sure he doesnt understand all that I do at Dr. B's office. I was so proud of Daniel when he made the presentation at NWS. People dont realize how smart he is and how much he really loves weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, the tour of WHNT was really neat too. I got to play with a button that showed the 7 day forecast and a "fly through." I still dont know why I raised my hand to do that because I usually dont like to be the center of attention. I rather be back in the corner where no one sees me. Anyway, it was interesting being up there. I still cant believe I was on TV twice Saturday! I told Stacie to watch so I'm sure she'll give me some grief when I go to school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something I thought was pretty funny was the group pic. Of course I'm making a goofy face and I'm not really smiling. But the first thing you'll notice is my ring. Geez does it stand out! Its a good thing I think. I keep thinking I dont deserve a nice ring like this but I'm not giving it back to get a cheap one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I havent been feeling all the well the past couple of days. Natalie says I need a day off. Which is true but I'd be spending the day by myself because I wouldnt be spending it with Daniel. He's too busy. A lady came up to the pharmacy and said it sounded like (by the way I sounded) I had what she has. She said it'll go away for a couple of days and then come back. Which is exactly whats been happening to me. She said she's had it for a month! I dont want to be sick for a month. I dont want to be sick for a day either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also on a scary note, I've been having asthma attacks which I havent had one in a very long time. I had one the other day going down 565 in 8 o'clock traffic. I thought I was going to die. I turned the cold air all the way up and took deep breaths. Then the other day I had another one on 565. I had to pull over and try to calm myself down. It feels like someone is choking me and I cant get my breath. The bad thing about it is I cant calm myself down, I'm all by myself and no one can help me. I could just turn blue in the face and no one would notice. Remember that dead lady on the side of the road by 565? How long do you think it would take them to find me? Thats what scares me. I dont have a ton of people calling me on my cell phone asking me if I'm ok and talk to me 24/7. I think if I didnt show up to class Stacie would be worried. Daniel wouldnt know anything happened until 9 or so at night because I wouldnt be at work. My parents never know where I am. I need to make an appointment with my doctor to get an inhaler but I dont have any time to make an appointment. I'm at school/work all the time. Last time I had to use an inhaler all the time they put me on a breathing machine that I had to take wherever I go. I'd be like a little old lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I'm going to stop thinking about that and hope that I get better. Well I'm going to go back and study some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How I feel: tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm watching: the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not watching: Strange Love on VH1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm listening to: 99.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not litening to: 95.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-111017118851799424?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/111017118851799424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=111017118851799424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111017118851799424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/111017118851799424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-survived.html' title='I survived....'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-110982233025932398</id><published>2005-03-02T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:12:35.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit loops and ear pickers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's a long story but Stacie will know exactly what I'm talking about. I can sum it up for you. Fruit loops are people who pull out in front of you and go 5 miles an hour. Ear pickers...well their just ear pickers. There was a girl who pulled out in front of Stacie and me and she was pretty busy picking her ear. For once it wasnt the nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stacie and I had to make a field trip to the Office Depot and Walmart during our lunch break. We're suppose to be making this board for easter for extra credit. Our title is "Hunt for healthy teeth." We're going to put a bunny up there and some eggs. It's pretty corny but hey it's ten points on a grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its funny how I learn new things everyday at the pharmacy. A guy came in and asked me where the beano was. Well I didnt think much about it. It turns out it was for his dog because he's on chemo and I guess when you're chemo you've got some pretty bad gas. So you can give your dog a low dose of beano if they get the farts. Arent you glad your reading my blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Speaking of farts.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lan had some horribly bad gas in lab. That woman doesnt even say excuse me. She has those silently but deadly farts. I cant believe I'm talking about farts in my blog. Anyway back to my rambling. She could at least say "Fire in the whole." Geez I didnt know women could be so gross. I swear Stacie and I about choked to death. It was like an episode of the newlyweds. Except Jessica was a korean woman. Okay enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Something I thought was pretty sweet happened to me. Stacie called my cell phone Monday and I didnt hear the phone. Well around 2 hours later I called her back and no answer. Well today I was late getting to school. So Stacie calls me right as I'm about to walk up the stairs. You have to understand I'm never late to school. I'm ALWAYS at least 30 minutes early. So when I got up there she said that monday when she didnt see my car behind her after I left she thought something happened to me. But when I called her 2 hours later she knew I was ok. Then when I was late this morning she thought something had happened to me and she felt bad for not answering the phone. It was sweet of her to worry about me. It was weird to have someone worry about me. I pretty much think everyone thinks I'm ok so no need to worry about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well today has been an okay day. I havent talked to Daniel at all today but I guess I'll survive. I'm sure he's having fun at the HUN. I'm really proud of him. I dont know how I managed to get a guy like him. Okay enough of the mooshieness. I'm off to do some more studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How I feel: worn out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm watching: Sex in the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not watching: Golden girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm listening to: Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not listeng to: Ozzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-110982233025932398?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/110982233025932398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=110982233025932398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110982233025932398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110982233025932398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/fruit-loops-and-ear-pickers.html' title='Fruit loops and ear pickers...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-110973786253658531</id><published>2005-03-01T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:14:00.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's colder than a witch's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah I'm not gonna finish that sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well today was pretty uneventful. I went to Dr. B's and assisted a bunch today. I got to hold down a girl because she didnt want her tooth taken out.Good news...I didnt get bit or puked on today. I did some sealants, extractions, tooth colored fillings, and put a cap on a tooth. Sounds exciting? Yeah well it's really not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I didnt get to eat my lunch today because I had to go get my oil changed. I'm weird about my car. I worry so much that I'm going to end up on the side of the road if I dont get the oil changed exactly when I need to. I'm also weird about when I put gas in my car. It has to be a quarter left and then I'll put some in. If it's any less I look at the gadge pretty much the whole time I'm driving (of course Im still paying attention to traffic). Even when I'm with Daniel in his car, if he has less than a quarter left I start getting worried. There was one time when we went over to Kell Mountain and he was on E. I was freaking out. We were out in the boonies and there werent any gas stations around. There were some back on highway 72 but we werent even close to them. I forgot how we ended up getting gas. But we made it (barely).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;While I was at Dr. B's I got to hear him and this other guy complain about wives. Which to me it was kinda interesting to see what they had to say. Most of what they said....was complaints. The guy said him and his wife almost got a divorce while they were building their house. They fought over everything. I'm not exactly sure if Daniel and I will ever build a house. That's just too far off in the future. We get along so well I dont think it would be problem if we ever decided to. Which I think thats partly due to the fact that we were friends before we even started dating. I think that's really important in a relationship. I always wanted my future husband to be someone I could talk to about things and just really be my best friend. And Daniel is. I can talk to him about anything. He probably knows way too much about girl problems because of me. But he never tells me to shut up. He listens at least I think he does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah...for dinner, since I didnt eat lunch, I drove over to McDonald's and had a bacon ranch salad. Oh my gosh it was so good. Probably because I hadnt eaten since Monday night. Then when I got to work Leigh Ann had these donut things that kept staring at me all night. I was good...I didnt eat any of them. But boy did I want to. I'm doing pretty well on my diet. I've lost 9 pounds as of today. I always eat well when I'm by myself. But when I'm around other people....chicken fingers and fries. Daniel's parents always kid me about ordering chicken fingers wherever we go. That's probably where all my weight came from. But we havent gone out in a very long time because Tricia has NASCAR migraines and plus I usually go home after sunday school to finish up chores that sherry left for me to do. Then I go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's official....I'm turning into a weather dork(sorry baby you are one but you're a cute one). Tonight when Daniel came to see me at Kroger, he was trying to think of WHNT's name for their weather center and he couldnt. So I just bust out with the answer. He laughed and laughed and said he was so proud of me for knowing. I told him I was embarassed that I knew. I always watch WHNT in the morning before I leave for school or Dr. B's. Plus I watch it when I go home at night. I like to know what's going on in the world. NOT JUST TO WATCH THE WEATHER OK DANIEL. Just thought I'd add that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I have to go study for a test now. Woo frickin hoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How I feel: depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm watching: WHNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not watching: WAAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm listening to: Star 99.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: Lite 96.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-110973786253658531?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/110973786253658531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=110973786253658531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110973786253658531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110973786253658531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-colder-than-witchs.html' title='It&apos;s colder than a witch&apos;s...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-110965153164413332</id><published>2005-02-28T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:11:49.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin druggies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they make me so mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday while I was at Oakwood we had an "attempted forgery." Well little did we know that he had hit my store (winchester rd) an hour before. So today when I went into work I was checking our control prescriptions and there was the prescription. It was almost exactly like the one I had gotten at Oakwood. So I told my boss Natalie that Gloria and Chelsi had a forgery over a weekend. Come to find out Sunday, Dr. Johnson (the doctor who supposedly wrote the prescription) doesnt write quantities of 90 on lorcets or any other pain medication. The precription was also on a HEALTHSOUTH script pad. Dr. Johnson works for Huntsville Hospital NOT HEALTHSOUTH. Anyway it just frustrates me alittle that this guy is going everywhere to get drugs. Not to stereotype but he looked like a druggie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of course he made up the name on each prescription and was paying cash for them. AHH.....people are so stupid and pathetic sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay enough of that rant. Today was ok I guess. I went to school and tried to ignore Merrie as much as possible. Merrie is the 80 year old woman in my class that asks really stupid questions and has hair on her face and her legs. She's always making some stupid comment. Come to find out ....Miss Merrie had a date on Friday!! That's crazy! She didnt get home until 2 a.m. That's alittle too late for me. She went to this place in Huntsville called "The Flying Monkey." I have no idea where that is and probably wouldnt go if I did know where it was. Stacie asked her if she got a kiss when the date was over. I thought I was gonna die. Leave it to Stacie to ask that. She's hilarious. I'm almost snorted my diet dew out my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A really good part of my day happened kinda unexpectedly. Mrs. Stueck (my teacher) decided to read some papers to us that some of us had written. Well when I got my paper back all I saw was the 100. I didnt look for any additional comments cuz I didnt care. Well Mrs. Stueck read my paper in front of the whole class. She didnt say it was mine. But she kept going on and on about how great it was and how unique it was. That paper took me AN HOUR to write. I was expecting like a C on it. I really didnt care. I was surprised when I got a 100. Stacie spent the whole weekend on hers and she got a 85. I felt kinda bad. Who knew I could write dental papers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of course the other good part of my day was seeing Daniel. Unfortunately I have to wait until the end of the day to see him. But I'm glad I get to. I'm pretty lucky to have a fiancee that comes to see me all the time. I almost wrote boyfried there for a sec. I'm still not use to saying the "f-word." I wish I could see Daniel more often but we're both so busy it's hard to spend alot of time together. I work Mon,Wed,Fri, Sat,and Sunday. Sometimes I work Tuesdays.I go to school Mon,Wed,and Fri. I intern on Tues and Thurs. Daniel works Tues and Thurs. He's at the HUN Mon, Wed, Fri, and Sat. Plus he has school I think Mon, Wed, and Fri as well. So if you just got confused reading that...I'm sorry. Our life is crazy at the moment. I wish I could afford just to take a day off. Daniel and I use to go on these "mini trips" to all these parks. We'd go to Georgia, Mississippi, different parts of Alabama, and Tennessee. I loved spending that time with him. It was just me and him and his poor little neon. I'm hoping if I can save up some money that we can go do that again soon. Daniel mentioned going to Memphis a couple of months ago. Last time I was there I bought a cheesy white jean jacket with glitter all over it and it has Elvis Presley on it. Guess how many times I wore that to school? ZERO. I dont know why I even bought it. I guess just to buy something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's see what else happened today...it rained too much today. Sorry no forecast in my blog. Yes I'm engaged to a weather nut but that doesnt mean I know what the weathers like. If you wanna know...WALK OUTSIDE or watch WHNT. Dont you dare watch WAFF. Just thought I'd say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I think I've written enough for today. I've got my scrubs to iron and my lunch to make for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;How I feel: alittle tired but thats nothing new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm watching: WHNT NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm not watching: WAFF NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm listenting: Dont laugh....my "Rod Stewart" cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: Barry Manilow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-110965153164413332?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/110965153164413332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=110965153164413332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110965153164413332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110965153164413332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/02/friggin-druggies.html' title='Friggin druggies...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-110954145053859198</id><published>2005-02-27T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:11:08.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me wanna LALA in the kitchen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sorry that song is stuck in my head. My poor head right? I'm not even really sure I know the whole song. I just know "You make me wanna LALA in the kitchen on the floor, I'll be your french maid....something something...whore??" I dont think whore is in there but hey it fits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway I'm yet again at work. But it's not that bad today. It's just a 6 hour shift.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I rather be in the bed taking my sunday nap. Boy I miss those days. I'd come home from church and take a nap. I went home today and took a semi-nap. Sherry kept coming into my room and asking me questions. Plus my cat Missy decided to try and take a nap with me and everytime I move she'd squawk at me (she doesnt meow just squawks). So my nap didnt really work out that well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got a weird phone call yesterday. My friend Ashley called me and wanted me to come hang out with her. I havent really hung out with Ashley since last summer. She has a kid and is always pretty involved with herself. Last time I saw her she took me out to eat and apologized for basically being herself and just being my friend when it's convenient. I dont know why she decided to call me. I guess it's convenient for her to try and be my friend again. I dont know. I blew her off of course. I rather spend time with Daniel than her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Speaking of Daniel, I was alittle frustrated with him last night at dinner. We went to Logan's for dinner. He was of course being his goofy self and he was acting like he was trying to spit through his central incisors (front teeth ...sorry). Well he did and it went right in my eye! This isnt the first time he's spit on me either. Yes this is the man I'm going to marry and his spit shouldn't bother me. It doesnt to an extent but I rather him not spit on me! Geez.... anyway that's what I was frustrated about. He thought it was funny and he apologized after dinner for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been engaged for almost 2 weeks and I'm still in shock. It doesnt really seem real. I guess it will feel real when I have to actually start planning and etc which probably wont be for a couple of more years. Maybe weddings will be cheaper by the time I get married. Probably not but hey I can dream can't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got invited to a party tonight but I'm not going. Oakwood Kroger is having a congratulations party tonight for Kendra and James. Kendra just had a baby and James is getting married in 2 weeks. I'd feel alittle out of place because I work here...but not really. I've only worked with James once and I havent ever worked with Kendra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well I'm going to go and find me some caffeine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;How I feel: ready to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm watching: ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm not watching:CNN NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm listening to: whatever pops up on Jia's IPOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: Rap music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-110954145053859198?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/110954145053859198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=110954145053859198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110954145053859198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110954145053859198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-make-me-wanna-lala-in-kitchen.html' title='You make me wanna LALA in the kitchen...'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11100468.post-110944121589215661</id><published>2005-02-26T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:42:06.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well I'm sad to say my first entry on here is going to be quite boring. I'm at work and nothing really interesting is going on. I'm working at Oakwood all day today so I'm going to be pretty tired when I go home. But I usually am pretty tired these days. My work schedule has become extremely hectic and it's really my own fault. I need to learn the word "NO." But if I dont work I dont get the extra money that I need for Daniel and I's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of future...I'm beginning to freak out alittle bit about it. There is so much to do. I have to get through this second semester of school. I have to survive Dr. Beitel's office with my fingers intact (which is beginning to seem impossible).I have to get a full time job. Some time in the near future I have to start planning for a wedding. Right now I'm having mixed feelings about not have a wedding date set. I'm happy because I have one less thing to worry about but then again I wish I had one. Oh well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just a side note I'm not having a very good time at Dr. Beitel's office(he's a pedo doctor aka child doctor). Last thursday I got bit, puked on, and then I got some blood all over my white pants. It makes me realize what part of dentistry I dont want to go into. I'm really thinking about just doing orthodontics or oral surgery. I thought that the extractions might freak me out alittle but their actually really cool to watch. Now when I saw Dr. Pine do a crown prep and start trimming down part of the tooth it smelt so bad. YUCK!! For some odd reason bloody teeth just doesnt faze me. I'm weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Something embarassing happened to me Friday at school. I had walked into the girl's bathroom and here comes Merrie from class. She's about 70 years old. You know there are some people I can talk to while I'm using the bathroom. Merrie just isnt one of them. The whole time I'm trying to use the bathroom she's yapping away about losing papers or something. I swear I had washed my hands and walked out the door and she was still yapping. She's so crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaking of crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sherry has gone crazy (which isnt anything new). She started buying my underwear and lingerie for when I'm married. That's freaking crazy!! Half the stuff I wont wear because I'd be too embarassed to wear it. I really dont think she needs to be buying that stuff for me right now. Just my opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm suppose to go out with Daniel tonight so we can hang out. We never have any&lt;br /&gt;plans set. Its just wherever whenever. I'll write more when I remember that I need to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;How I feel: ready to see Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;What I'm watching:old people pass by the drop off window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;What I'm not watching: the clock...it doesnt make the time go by faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;What I'm listening to: FFH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm not listening to: anything sung by Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11100468-110944121589215661?l=ashleyleanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/feeds/110944121589215661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11100468&amp;postID=110944121589215661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110944121589215661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11100468/posts/default/110944121589215661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleyleanne.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day....'/><author><name>Ashley LeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10301683884771477788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://www.bamaweather.com/pics/danielashley.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
