<?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-8454033638402460940</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:52:32.290-05:00</updated><category term='the pursuit of happiness'/><title type='text'>the williams</title><subtitle type='html'>this blog is written by ashley. i am not gifted in the art of writing - at all. i have trouble writing a coherent sentence. so if any (or most) of my posts seem rambling and incoherent, i apologize. i do pride myself on proper spelling and grammar so feel free to call me out if i make an error.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-1312865799151237874</id><published>2009-01-20T13:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:46:28.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new year new blog</title><content type='html'>i have decided to create a new blog..one that i will use pretty much exclusively for photos of my wonderful little family. none of my opinions on happenings, world events, or relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already made my first post, so enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebowilliamsfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thebowilliamsfamily.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also wanted to share the meaning behind my blog address "look after u" i wanted "look after you" but it was taken. it is a song by the fray that was popular during the most awful time in my life. i didn't know who i was, and woke up most days wishing i was dead. i couldn't undestand why God allowed me to live 26+ years and just wished something had happened to me before that time so that i wouldn't have had to experience the worst pain i have ever experienced. then a sweet man made things start to look better. and i realized i didn't want to be dead anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i hear this song, it reminds me of the hope i started to feel. that someone could love me, cherish me, and take care of me. i still consider it our song..&lt;br /&gt;here are the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look After You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't say this now I will surely break&lt;br /&gt;As I'm leaving the one I want to take&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;My heart has started to separate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now, steady love, so few come and don't go&lt;br /&gt;Will you won't you, be the one I always know&lt;br /&gt;When I'm losing my control, the city spins around&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who knows, you slow it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there was a doubt&lt;br /&gt;My love she leans into me&lt;br /&gt;This most assuredly counts&lt;br /&gt;She says most assuredly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll look after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always have and never hold&lt;br /&gt;You've begun to feel like home&lt;br /&gt;What's mine is yours to leave or take&lt;br /&gt;What's mine is yours to make your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Be my baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;div 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blog'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-6962864428233853558</id><published>2009-01-10T21:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:56:58.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the biggest loser</title><content type='html'>about 2 months ago, my wonderful husband suggested that we go on a diet - he said that HE was the one who needed to lose weight, but i felt he really only wanted "us" to do it so I would do it. i happily agreed though, b/c i really wanted to lose weight. i knew immediately that i wanted to do weight watchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i joined weight watchers online to figure out how many points we would each get. we officially started our diet november 10th...right before thanksgiving and christmas...&lt;br /&gt;some said we were crazy to start before the holidays b/c everyone gains weight over the holidays. but i disagree. if you want to start a diet, you should start NOW. not monday, not new years, but NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past 2 months i have lost over 14 pounds and bo has lost 18. it has actually been fun! it was hard at first, but after the first 3 weeks it just became a part of our life. we are even able to indulge in our favorite bad food, pizza, every 2 or 3 weeks. we just save our points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us feel that being in control of our weight makes us feel empowered. the food does not control us - WE are in control! it's such a wonderful feeling - we plan to stay on weight watchers indefinitely, but will increase our points when we are done losing weight, to maintain our weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may seem totally off-topic, but, bear with me, it's not. i have been a HUGE fan of dave ramsey for over 5 years. one of the things dave says is basically, if you don't have a plan, you will easily stumble into debt. you will never just stumble into wealth. and it's totally the same thing with your weight. if you just eat whatever, whenever and however much you feel like, you're probably going to gain weight. you have to have a plan. you have to think about what you put into your mouth (as you have to think about what you spend your money on). now it's like i'm taking my passion for staying out of debt and saving and using that to also lose weight! it's awesome and so worth it!! i don't know if i've ever felt better about myself. it's so nice to succeed at something you really want to do. and i honestly could not have done it without my best friend and biggest cheerleader, my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i have reached my initial goal of weighing what my drivers license says i weigh, i am not done losing weight. my current weight is at the absolute top of what it considered in the "normal" range for my height (according to my bmi). i hope to lose at least 10 more pounds...maybe THEN i'll post my "before" and "after" pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-6962864428233853558?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/6962864428233853558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=6962864428233853558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/6962864428233853558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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but after that, i never really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;but this year has been totally different. well, last year was good too - i was on a cruise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo really likes Christmas, and it's rubbed off on me. we've done every possible "christmasy" tradition with morgan that we can think of. we braved 30 degree weather to watch the christmas parade. we rode around looking at christmas lights - while morgan kept telling us to "be quiet" and "don't talk" for some reason. she is very demanding! morgan got an "elf on the shelf" that she named curtis from her mae mae. that was a really fun tradition that we plan to continue for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess it helps to have a preschooler. she was very excited about santa and gifts and everything - it's the first year she's really understood about santa. unfortunately, morgan was at her dad's on christmas eve, so christmas morning was somewhat anti-climatic. but it was nice to for bo and i to open our gifts and get everything cleaned up and ready before morgan got home. we even got showered and dressed so that we looked halfway decent for the christmas video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for christmas this year morgan got: a swingset (which bo and his dad, granddad, uncle and cousin put together for 6+ hours in the freezing cold), 2 baby dolls, a baby stroller, swing and high chair, a portable dvd player, clothes, coloring books, markers, dvds, an aquadoodle mat, some books, a necklace and bracelet, press-on earrings and lots of dora stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo and i pretty much bought each other the stuff we told the other to get. i did suprise bo with a bunn coffeemaker. he had no idea he was getting it, so that was fun. bo got me several gift cards, some cooking supplies and a weight watchers cook book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also got a TON of stuff from bo's parents. his mom goes all out for christmas. i got several pieces of my gail pittman pattern (which is going out of business :-( so sad), some gift cards, some pottery from peter's and mccartys, and some money$$$$ - bo's favorite gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wonderful husband really made this the best christmas ever - he works really hard at everything he does and he supports me at everything i want to do  - including our "biggest loser williams family edition" which will be covered in a later blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that everyone who may read this had a wonderful christmas and that 2009 brings many blessings to your lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-1133194672163138542?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/1133194672163138542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=1133194672163138542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1133194672163138542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1133194672163138542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='the MOST wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-1001732436483163083</id><published>2008-11-29T09:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:52:32.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bon qui qui at king burger</title><content type='html'>everyone should watch this video...sooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZkdcYlOn5M"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZkdcYlOn5M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-1001732436483163083?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/1001732436483163083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-1886091356679899089</id><published>2008-11-23T19:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:57:31.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics of my cutie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SSoJEmSnL4I/AAAAAAAAACk/TsaBMsk18Pc/s1600-h/calendar+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272036288393326466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SSoJEmSnL4I/AAAAAAAAACk/TsaBMsk18Pc/s320/calendar+pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her indian name was "bright eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SSoJEcc7cbI/AAAAAAAAACc/wLc3wgYX8JQ/s1600-h/blue+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272036285752242610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SSoJEcc7cbI/AAAAAAAAACc/wLc3wgYX8JQ/s320/blue+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like this pic b/c it shows her pretty blue eyes :-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SSoJFBpvL9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7jyKq_MOKCg/s1600-h/all+her+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272036295738077138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SSoJFBpvL9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7jyKq_MOKCg/s320/all+her+babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; morgan and all of her babies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SSoJE84mgaI/AAAAAAAAACs/j7RVBjLTrrQ/s1600-h/3+cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272036294458245538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SSoJE84mgaI/AAAAAAAAACs/j7RVBjLTrrQ/s320/3+cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; morgan and her cousins (my brother's kids) christian and nathan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-1886091356679899089?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/1886091356679899089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=1886091356679899089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1886091356679899089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1886091356679899089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-pics-of-my-cutie.html' title='some pics of my cutie!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SSoJEmSnL4I/AAAAAAAAACk/TsaBMsk18Pc/s72-c/calendar+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-6212027443882610968</id><published>2008-11-01T21:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:17:48.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why do people get married?</title><content type='html'>i was looking at the wedding/engagement announcements on the clarionledger.com and it made me wonder - why? i would imagine most would say it's because they're in love and want to start a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was talking to a lady i work with yesterday - she is 40 something, divorced after almost 20 years of marriage and repeated infidelity on her ex-husband's part. they have been divorced for 5 years or so and she still hates him. i guess what i was thinking about is when you marry someone, you make yourself totally vulnerable to them. you open yourself up in such a way that your spouse can totally destroy you with a single sentence. the phrase "thin line between love and hate" really is true. because ultimately, you can't hate someone unless you have cared enough to really let them get to you. so why do people want to put themselves in that position? b/c no one thinks it will happen to &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have grown and changed ALOT in the last almost 2 years. i've thought about that a lot lately. i used to think that things were "meant to be" and let life happen to me. i thought, "well, if he wants to marry me, then it must be meant to be" (i am referring to my ex, not my current husband) and i don't know where i got that attitude but it is completely stupid to me now. whenever i find myself talking to someone new, oftentimes they ask "how did yall meet?" about me and bo. when they hear our rather unusual story, the usual reaction is "well, it must be meant to be!" except for one girl who said "that is sick!" - i still don't understand that one!&lt;br /&gt;i just smile and say "yeah" or something, but i really don't agree with that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will answer my own question (which was really meant to be rhetorical) - why did i marry bo? well, he introduced me to the church of Christ which i believe is the one, true church, without which i might never have been saved. (yes, that's what i believe - i know it sounds "cultish" but it absolutely isn't! i respect everyone's right to choose their own church but if you're curious about what we believe feel free to ask - i won't try to persuade you to change) second, he loves my daughter - it takes a lot for a man to be willing to love, provide for and raise a child that doesn't have his dna or his last name. you should see bo carrying around our camcorder at all of morgan's dance team performances - it's so cute! third, he has the same life dreams and goals that i have - to raise a family and to show our kids what marriage is supposed to look like and to spend eternity in heaven. fourth, he is very smart financially - is planning for our retirement and strives to keep us debt free. fifth, he expressed his desire to be, and is, the leader of our family. sixth, he not only respects, but embraces, my fear of flying (that was partially a joke, but it actually is true!) most importantly he loves and respects me. and he does little things daily to show me that.&lt;br /&gt;i may very well be the luckiest girl in the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-6212027443882610968?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/6212027443882610968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=6212027443882610968' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/6212027443882610968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/6212027443882610968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-do-people-get-married.html' title='why do people get married?'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-7964569529896577326</id><published>2008-11-01T14:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:28:28.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SQys7vGr2II/AAAAAAAAACA/FpR8wDSeti0/s1600-h/tricycle+and+sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SQys7vGr2II/AAAAAAAAACA/FpR8wDSeti0/s320/tricycle+and+sunglasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263772206746032258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riding tricycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SQysk3xfTrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F31YqDwN6ZU/s1600-h/at+the+fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SQysk3xfTrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F31YqDwN6ZU/s320/at+the+fair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263771813936058034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun at the ms state fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing too exciting going on around the williams household...morgan was tinkerbell for halloween...will post pics as soon as i find my camera cord. morgan is still enjoying school - she loves her teacher and even has a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SOOOO ready for this election to be over! so tired of politics!! and just hoping and praying that john mccain wins!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-7964569529896577326?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/7964569529896577326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=7964569529896577326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/7964569529896577326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/7964569529896577326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-pics.html' title='some pics'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SQys7vGr2II/AAAAAAAAACA/FpR8wDSeti0/s72-c/tricycle+and+sunglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-2136285019325931505</id><published>2008-09-13T08:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:21:42.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you hear that?</title><content type='html'>it's been VERY quiet at the williams home this week....too quiet. morgan has been visiting her dad all week. i miss her terribly, but i have called her every day. she usually is too busy to talk, but when she did want to talk to me she seemed to be happy. she will be home tomorrow, so i will try to get a LOT of stuff done around the house today. we've been working on stuff all week. we converted morgan's crib to a toddler bed (which she is SO excited about!) and bo started painting the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;the worst part about her being away is that her schedule gets all out of whack. so i don't plan to be putting her to bed by 8 pm sunday night - unless the excitement of the "big girl bed" will have her wanting to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, she is 2 years and 8 months old today! it's hard to believe that she is the same baby i brought home from the hospital in january 2006. that baby was kinda funny looking and did pretty much nothing but cry. i had such a hard time with her. i remember wanting to bring her back to the hospital and try to get a refund - seriously. i'm not kidding. i had a friend that, at the time, struggling with infertility. i remember feeling guilty that i didn't want my baby when she so desperately wanted one. i wanted to give my baby to her. but anyway, all that has changed now. i cannot imagine my life without my little sunshine! she still drives me crazy at times but THE highlight of my day is when i pick her up at school. she sees me and her face lights up. she starts running towards me saying "momma!" and gives me the best hug ever. she is the best little girl ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, yesterday was 5 months of marriage for bo and i. last month, we decided to meet for lunch on each of our monthly anniversaries. with his job, he usually works through lunch, which is why we don't meet for lunch more often. so once a month, we get to eat a meal alone together. and tonight we're having our anniversary date, which will consist of driving to greenville to go to lowes, and eating at pasquales. i'm really excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another topic - the election - bo is more interested in it than i am, but i am 100% behind mccain/palin. this woman is a superwoman. it's all i can do everyday to raise one child and work 35 hours a week. she is managing to raise 5 kids and already has a pretty important job, and now wants an even more important job! i am amazed at how she and her husband do it all. now i think being a SAHM is an awesome thing. really just being a mom in general is awesome and difficult at the same time. but it's nice for me, as a working mom, to see a woman doing everything i do and a whole lot more. she inspires me to know that i can do it all! and i can have a big and important career one day if i choose to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today. maybe i'll add some pics of mo's big girl bed later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-2136285019325931505?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/2136285019325931505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=2136285019325931505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/2136285019325931505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/2136285019325931505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-hear-that.html' title='you hear that?'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-395326597804551447</id><published>2008-08-17T22:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:22:51.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a week of firsts!!!</title><content type='html'>well, last week my baby girl finally got her first hair cut....it was getting kinda uneven in the back and looking messy. i got her a sucker so she would sit still while it was being cut, and it worked! she was SOOO good. bo videotaped it, while i took pictures, and of course we kept the all-important first curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our little fam, before the haircut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SKjnQjdv85I/AAAAAAAAABU/TVrnJSPFJR4/s1600-h/before+haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SKjnQjdv85I/AAAAAAAAABU/TVrnJSPFJR4/s320/before+haircut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235688838402143122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the haircut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SKjoyCT9gzI/AAAAAAAAABc/q8tTK3Log-8/s1600-h/haircut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SKjoyCT9gzI/AAAAAAAAABc/q8tTK3Log-8/s320/haircut3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235690513129898802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i didn't take one right after the haircut, b/c we still had to get home and eat and go to church - but the next day was another first...morgan's first day of 3k. now, she isn't 3 yet, so she will have to repeat 3k next year, but she'll learn a LOT more than she would have in her current daycare and it's only a little bit more money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here she is, ready for school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SKjpqbezr-I/AAAAAAAAABk/a9GSggHCGpE/s1600-h/first+day+of+3k3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SKjpqbezr-I/AAAAAAAAABk/a9GSggHCGpE/s320/first+day+of+3k3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235691481958952930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and day 2 of 3k...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SKjqHib4W5I/AAAAAAAAABs/FZ0bITdmJgo/s1600-h/2nd+day+3k4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SKjqHib4W5I/AAAAAAAAABs/FZ0bITdmJgo/s320/2nd+day+3k4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235691982041930642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our little girl is getting bigger by the day. she's pretty much potty trained, except at night and i really couldn't be happier! i know some moms get sad b/c their babies aren't babies anymore, but that really hasn't bothered me yet. she is so much more fun now that she can talk and understand us. i'm sure i'll be a little sad one day, but for now i love the age she is - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-395326597804551447?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/395326597804551447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=395326597804551447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/395326597804551447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/395326597804551447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-of-firsts.html' title='a week of firsts!!!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SKjnQjdv85I/AAAAAAAAABU/TVrnJSPFJR4/s72-c/before+haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-8484510396839357555</id><published>2008-07-19T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:02:41.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>house update!</title><content type='html'>well, we have been working on the house for 2 months now. the carpet is gone (except for in the master - there isn't hardwood underneath, unfortunately) and every wall of the house has been painted, except for the kitchen - we're holding off for a little while before tackling that one!&lt;br /&gt;bo and his dad are currently fixing the closets - they had this wire organizational thing which just didn't work for us. those are gone now and they have patched the walls and are repainting. bo is also painting the boards that will be shelves in the closets. &lt;br /&gt;today, we are driving to jackson to go to miskelly's to hopefully buy a bedroom suit. we are both really excited, which is rare for bo to be excited about shopping - our master bedroom is huge ~ 20 x 15 i believe, which is nice, but is also a challenge to find the right furniture. so hopefully, we'll have a grown-up looking master bedroom soon, instead of the dorm room looking bedroom we have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case i haven't mentioned it, bo also changed out every electrical outlet and light switch in the house. they were all beige and some had been painted to match the wall colors. he wanted them all to match so we went with white. also he has bought, but not yet installed all new doorknobs for the outside doors, again, so they will all match. AND we're in the process of replacing all of the bathroom fixtures with oil rubbed bronze ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so proud of my hubby! he works so hard to make our house looks nice, and he understands that sometimes you have to spend a little bit of money in order to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, just a little update. we are no where near done, but we're making progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-8484510396839357555?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/8484510396839357555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=8484510396839357555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/8484510396839357555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/8484510396839357555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-update.html' title='house update!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-8031818960880995094</id><published>2008-07-17T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:50:05.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hurt for them</title><content type='html'>i have a friend (it's really not me!) who is going thru a situation similar to what i went through a year and a half ago. her husband wants a divorce. i belive he is having an affair, although he hasn't admitted it, and she says it doesn't matter either way, he wants out, and she's letting him out. &lt;br /&gt;i just do not understand why anyone would cheat on their spouse. everyone hurts. the wayward spouse, the betrayed spouse, the children (there aren't any in this case), and the parents and siblings of the spouses. i would imagine that the other woman hurts too, although i find it tough to feel sorry for someone who goes into a relationship with someone who they know is married. i also don't feel too sorry for anyone who is married who starts a relationship outside of their marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only wish that there was something i could do to prevent anyone from having to suffer the pain that i, and so many others, have suffered. i do everything i can to ensure that my current marriage stays on track. whenever a friend discusses their marital issues with me i offer any advice that seems relavant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important issue (in my opinion) is what God says about marriage and adultery. and the only place to find that is in His Word, the Bible. i will try to come back with scripture references at some point - but - i think we all know that "thou shalt not commit adultery" is one of the 10 commandments. but that's old testament law, which we (members of Christ's church) are not bound to. however, the new testament reaffirms this as a truth. adultery is a sin. &lt;br /&gt;but what is the punishment for adultery? i used to think (and a lot of people probably agree) that adultery is a sin, it's bad, but God will forgive those who commit it, if they ask for forgiveness. this is true, but there is a catch.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the new testament (i will find this scripture) it is said (i think by Jesus) that God hates divorce, but will allow it. If you choose to divorce your spouse, and then later remarry you are committing adultery. UNLESS, you are the innocent party, betrayed by a spouse who commits sexual immorality. the betrayed spouse is released from the marriage contract and free to remarry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral to the blog: DONT CHEAT!!! REMEMBER YOUR VOWS!!! communicate with your spouse, work thru problems before you feel that you marriage is so far gone that you are tempted to cheat - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is, was and always will be a painful topic for me. so i write what i think about. &lt;br /&gt;read at your own risk ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-8031818960880995094?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/8031818960880995094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=8031818960880995094' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/8031818960880995094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/8031818960880995094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hurt-for-them.html' title='i hurt for them'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-6403018260710703193</id><published>2008-06-24T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:50:49.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still going...</title><content type='html'>well, i've gotten up in the am a few more times and walked/jogged/run and it's going well. sometimes i do it at night, sometimes the afternoon, but usually the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my baby girl is leaving tomorrow to spend a week with her dad. so hopefully i'll be able to work out every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for now. gotta go snuggle with bo :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-6403018260710703193?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/6403018260710703193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=6403018260710703193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/6403018260710703193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/6403018260710703193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-going.html' title='still going...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-5614318731061350721</id><published>2008-06-18T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:27:12.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't want to do it, but i did it anyway, and it SUCKED!!!</title><content type='html'>so, i got up and went "running" at 430 this morning. it sucked. way too dark. couldn't get my heart rate up where i like to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may ask yourself, why do you have to get up 4 hours before you have to be at work so you can run for 30 minutes? well, my husband has to be at work at 6 (he's usually earlier) so i have to be home before he leaves - &lt;br /&gt;but i think i can probably swing leaving at 450 or so and still get back in plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, it sucked but i supposed i'm glad i did it. next time it won't be as early, and hopefully it will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-5614318731061350721?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/5614318731061350721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=5614318731061350721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/5614318731061350721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/5614318731061350721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-didnt-want-to-do-it-but-i-did-it.html' title='i didn&apos;t want to do it, but i did it anyway, and it SUCKED!!!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-9057876609833184961</id><published>2008-06-16T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:54:57.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it begins...</title><content type='html'>well, this weekend, i finally have started back exercising. saturday morning, i got up at 9 and ran for 30 minutes - when i say run, i really mean walk and jog with an occasional sprint - &lt;br /&gt;and yesterday bo got my spin bike out of storage. so i rode it for 30 minutes last night before bed. &lt;br /&gt;i have less than 3 months until my 10 year high school reunion, so i need to get my butt in gear. plus, my sister's wedding is in about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as far as the house goes, work continues. we (or i should say bo and his dad) have painted all 3 bedrooms and the living room. next is the bathrooms and kitchen. and we are in the process of replacing every electrical outlet and light switch in the house. it's not hard, but is time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the fam, morgan is 29 months old now. she loves to swim, still loves pink, and also loves her new kitten. her name is tessa, but morgan insists on calling her "kitty cat" and occasionally "dora"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bo and i have been married 2 months. so far it's been pretty good. we just work all day and then work on the house, but we still try to spend time alone together every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-9057876609833184961?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-9171850198907568698</id><published>2008-05-20T16:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:34:07.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who knew?</title><content type='html'>it is dark at 4:30 am?&lt;br /&gt;i realized it this morning as i turned off my alarm. perhaps it will be brighter tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-9171850198907568698?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/9171850198907568698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=9171850198907568698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/9171850198907568698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/9171850198907568698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-knew.html' title='who knew?'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-3203145866825790244</id><published>2008-05-19T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:32:46.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>running blog</title><content type='html'>well, i've decided that i have to start getting up every morning and running. for me, running means jogging and walking with an occasional sprint.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna post here at least once a week and tell how many times i ran and for how long.&lt;br /&gt;my sister is getting married in about a year and i don't want to look like a big fat cow next to her super-skinny self!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-3203145866825790244?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/3203145866825790244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=3203145866825790244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/3203145866825790244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/3203145866825790244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-blog.html' title='running blog'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-5658782945820461640</id><published>2008-05-17T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:50:06.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's everywhere</title><content type='html'>so i was driving into town today, and i heard a song begin on the radio. within the first line of the song, i knew what it was about. i waited in the parking lot of the store so i could hear the whole thing. it brought back things i don't like to think about but there is no forgetting. i don't dwell on it anymore, but i won't ever forget. &lt;br /&gt;in a way it was nice to know that someone else out there (and i'm sure many people have experienced the same thing) can put my feelings into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called "forgive" my rebecca lynn howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said that'd be it&lt;br /&gt;That I wouldn't stick around&lt;br /&gt;If it ever came to this&lt;br /&gt;Here I am so confused&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to leave&lt;br /&gt;When I can't even move&lt;br /&gt;In the time that it would've took to say&lt;br /&gt;"Honey I'm home, how was your day"&lt;br /&gt;You dropped a bomb right where we live&lt;br /&gt;And just expected me to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's a mighty big word&lt;br /&gt;For such a small man&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure I can&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't even know now who I am&lt;br /&gt;It's too soon for me to say forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should ask but I won't&lt;br /&gt;Was it love or just her touch&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't think I want to know&lt;br /&gt;So get you some things and get out&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me for a day or two&lt;br /&gt;So I can sort this out&lt;br /&gt;Well you might as well've ripped the life&lt;br /&gt;Right out of me, right here tonight&lt;br /&gt;When through the fallen tears you said&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever just forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's a mighty big word&lt;br /&gt;For such a small man&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure I can&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't even know now who I am&lt;br /&gt;It's too soon for me to say forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what they say&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget,&lt;br /&gt;Relive and regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, well that's a mighty big word&lt;br /&gt;For such a small man&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure I can&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't even know now who I am&lt;br /&gt;It's too soon for me to say forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too soon for me to say &lt;br /&gt;Forgive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-5658782945820461640?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/5658782945820461640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=5658782945820461640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/5658782945820461640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/5658782945820461640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-everywhere.html' title='it&apos;s everywhere'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-1789754658555206633</id><published>2008-05-10T20:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:23:50.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gonna try to post pics...</title><content type='html'>me and mo on easter sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SCZKYTDdbMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AqoCGxfr_Uc/s1600-h/mo+and+momma+easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SCZKYTDdbMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AqoCGxfr_Uc/s320/mo+and+momma+easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198924601137917122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morgan's first snow day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1789754658555206633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1789754658555206633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/05/gonna-try-to-post-pics.html' title='gonna try to post pics...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SCZKYTDdbMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/AqoCGxfr_Uc/s72-c/mo+and+momma+easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-5310930415846787676</id><published>2008-05-07T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:01:31.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new job!!!</title><content type='html'>don't know if i mentioned it, but the job i got when i moved here was for tax season, with the possibility of longer, if they needed me. well, they didn't need me, so i've been unemployed since april 16th. it's been ok, i've been working with my husband and father in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i've got a new job!!! it has GREAT benefits, bankers hours (it's at a bank) but it doesn't pay all that much. but i'm still excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this means we will be able to do the home renovations we want to do sooner than planned! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-5310930415846787676?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/5310930415846787676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=5310930415846787676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/5310930415846787676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/5310930415846787676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-job.html' title='new job!!!'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-1317974294433332333</id><published>2008-04-25T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:16:54.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>once again a mrs....</title><content type='html'>well, we will be married 2 weeks tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking about what advice i will give to my daughter regarding marriage (which she will promptly ignore i'm sure). i do not claim to be an expert on anything, certainly not marriage. clearly i did something wrong the first time, and i'm only 2 weeks into this one :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, here's my 2 cents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't marry someone (or be in a serious relationship for that matter) thinking you can change them. it's hard enough to change your own habits and thoughts, impossible to change someone who doesn't want to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be sure to agree on these 3 things: religon, kids and money - the big 3 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a choice. love is an action. it is not limited to a feeling. those exciting, butterfly feelings early in a relationship will fade over time. but don't forget those butterfly feelings. remember how lucky you are to have each other and always put time into meeting each others needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read "the five love languages" and "his needs, her needs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marriage isn't always pretty. it isn't always easy. sometimes you have to "give in". sometimes your spouse "gives in".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put your relationship with your spouse above your relationship with your children. this one is hard for me. the love i have for my daughter is so pure and unconditional. so consuming that, without a moments hesitation, i would die for her.  the love i have for my husband is not unconditional. it is based on the respect i have for him by the way he treats me and others and the love he shows me.&lt;br /&gt;yet, my relationship with him must always be my priority.  the gift i will give to my children is raising them in a home where they will see what a marriage is supposed to be like. a marriage where their daddy loves their mommy as Christ loved the church. a marriage where their mommy submits to their daddy. they will see that their parents enjoy spending time together and will know where our priorites lie. they will have high standards when they choose their spouse. they will not settle for a mediocre marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this to say: morgan, although you are only 2 years old, i know the day will come when you will leave our home and become a young man's wife. over the next 20 years or so, i hope that bo and i will teach you what you are worth and what really matters in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we love you more than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-1317974294433332333?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/1317974294433332333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=1317974294433332333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1317974294433332333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1317974294433332333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-again-mrs.html' title='once again a mrs....'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-1281127117510300184</id><published>2008-03-12T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:34:10.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as the engagement draws to an end...</title><content type='html'>i thought i'd brag on my man a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, i got an apartment. bo (with the help of his dad) moved all of mine and morgan's stuff in. he has put up pictures and curtains in every room. he put shelf liner (which he had to measure and cut) in all of the cabinets in the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;he has cooked supper a couple of times, including filet mignons (sp?) saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a daily basis, he picks morgan up from school every day. he said one day a little girl saw him and said "that's morgan's daddy!" of course that made him smile. he also brings her a snack in the car every day. he says that they hold hands on the way home from school. and he also shades her eyes from the sun with his hand. one day last week they stopped at the park on their way home to feed the ducks. just the 2 of them, with no prompting from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, morgan didn't feel very good and was whiney. after supper (which i cooked, thank you very much!) i took her into the living room to snuggle. you can always tell when she doesn't feel good b/c she sits in your lap and snuggle. since i was busy, bo cleaned the kitchen, without being asked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he really is such a wonderful man, father and husband. he has such great plans for our future. i am so lucky.&lt;div 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end...'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-8691717582789149944</id><published>2007-12-29T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:09:39.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, what a year</title><content type='html'>well, 2007 is coming to a close...and what a life-changing year it has been! my baby girl turned one, i got divorced and i'm engaged to be married again ~ i've also picked up and moved to the delta to be with bo. i'm happier than i've ever been. when i think back to this time last year, before my life was temporarily destroyed by my ex's adultery, i wasn't happy. i was content. but it was difficult to look forward to the future with someone whose dreams included car payments, traveling the world - with or without me - and who didn't give a crap about trying to make me happy. i'm sure there's enough blame to go around for everyone, but i can say i always tried to do the right things. i have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God truly has blessed me. when i was broken down to almost nothing, he gave me someone to help me see that i deserved better. and i am so lucky that this man is a God-fearing, devoted family man. it's strangely wonderful to look forward to sharing my life with someone whose dreams match mine so closely. i can't wait to carry his child one day. to lay in bed and together feel our baby kick inside my belly. to hear him sing songs to our unborn child. and to see the look on his face when that child is born. to watch him hold his very own son for the first time. sometimes i have to pinch myself to remember how lucky i am. and how lucky my daughter is. to have someone that loves us and wants to take care of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby. i hope you read this :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-8691717582789149944?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/8691717582789149944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=8691717582789149944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/8691717582789149944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/8691717582789149944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-what-year.html' title='wow, what a year'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-319392437707083744</id><published>2007-12-07T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:40:08.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a thin line</title><content type='html'>well, yesterday my realtor in jackson calls and says that the buyers for my house have not qualified for their mortgage. so, one week prior to closing, i am back to square one. &lt;br /&gt;it's not the end of the world, now that i have a job lined up (and a well-paying one at that) but it just means less money that bo and i can save to put down on a new home. AND, worst of all, it means more contact with the dumbass who i bought the house with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-319392437707083744?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/319392437707083744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=319392437707083744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/319392437707083744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/319392437707083744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-thin-line.html' title='there&apos;s a thin line'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-1516629470134923284</id><published>2007-12-03T14:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:28:29.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>now among the employed</title><content type='html'>well, i quit my job in jackson and came to cleveland with no job. my last day of work was the wednesday before thanksgiving. and i got a job offer 5 days later! i dont start until january, which will be a nice break, but i am soooo excited!!! everything is falling into place. morgan started at her new daycare today and is doing fine. i have found a new tanning bed and hair salon. i am really enjoying my time off of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleveland is starting to feel like home. i can't wait until bo and morgan and i get our own house (i've had fun looking!) and can start our life as a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if we could just win the lottery...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-1516629470134923284?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/1516629470134923284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=1516629470134923284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1516629470134923284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/1516629470134923284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-among-employed.html' title='now among the employed'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-8003538017233482181</id><published>2007-11-20T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:23:58.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pursuit of happiness'/><title type='text'>leaving the city made of brick</title><content type='html'>well, tomorrow is the BIG day! my last day of work and the day i leave madison. i am excited, but sad at the same time. the main thing i'll miss is being comfortable. i know the shortcuts to get to my favorite restaurant, i'm comfortable with my daughter's daycare and i love my job and my coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;but, according to some country song "life's about change and nothing ever stays the same". the past year has proved that. i was telling a coworker yesterday that i will have 3 different last names in a 12 month period. married, back to maiden, and married again. that is so beyond how i would have imagined my life to go. but i have learned something very valuable. anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 5 months or so i will be officially starting a new chapter of my life. i believe it will be a life filled with love, laughter and true friendship. stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-8003538017233482181?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/8003538017233482181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=8003538017233482181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/8003538017233482181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/8003538017233482181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2007/11/leaving-city-made-of-brick.html' title='leaving the city made of brick'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8454033638402460940.post-6168203934529262704</id><published>2007-11-14T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:45:03.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my very own blog</title><content type='html'>i've been thinking of doing a blog for awhile, and here i am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8454033638402460940-6168203934529262704?l=lookafteru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/feeds/6168203934529262704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8454033638402460940&amp;postID=6168203934529262704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/6168203934529262704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8454033638402460940/posts/default/6168203934529262704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lookafteru.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-very-own-blog.html' title='my very own blog'/><author><name>ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02767569005504074862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_37VtKrmuSEU/SBKnRxv5hRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lqegxRpIgjU/S220/Ashley,+Bo,+Morgan%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
