<?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-2223379019693275413</id><updated>2012-01-23T22:39:54.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashleigh Bartlett Bacon's Bits</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-8124387643255246236</id><published>2012-01-23T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:39:54.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mind us. We're just "doing homework"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rLTHChP7iNg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is the other video! :D if you want to laugh at complete fruit-loops, watch this... Or maybe it is just funny to us because we are crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-8124387643255246236?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8124387643255246236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=8124387643255246236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8124387643255246236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8124387643255246236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-mind-us-were-just-doing-homework.html' title='Don&apos;t mind us. We&apos;re just &quot;doing homework&quot;'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rLTHChP7iNg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4415792020142089366</id><published>2012-01-23T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:04:43.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9hsfsQLLb74?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Love to sing!!! This is me and my SWEETEST cousin Brianna Jean Pettit singing "You Are My Sunshine" I love that I can have so much fun with Miss Brianna no matter where we are, and what we are doing. At this moment we were having a "homework party" he he he :D we didn't get one bit of homework done in the five hours we were together, but.... we got some awesome videos!!! This is one of them!!! ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4415792020142089366?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4415792020142089366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4415792020142089366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4415792020142089366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4415792020142089366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='You are my sunshine'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9hsfsQLLb74/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-164021892216555057</id><published>2011-08-20T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T11:52:23.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue in Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/654QGjYHlJY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-164021892216555057?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/164021892216555057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=164021892216555057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/164021892216555057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/164021892216555057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/08/continue-in-patience.html' title='Continue in Patience'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/654QGjYHlJY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-1654455795121888993</id><published>2011-08-08T23:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:44:34.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tZWP9y5SV8/TkDG0Faj95I/AAAAAAAACF0/IihQ0JNV35M/s1600/228943_2327078255030_1191884496_32928255_8005408_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tZWP9y5SV8/TkDG0Faj95I/AAAAAAAACF0/IihQ0JNV35M/s400/228943_2327078255030_1191884496_32928255_8005408_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638725331576944530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some days this is how I feel. I feel like I am putting on a fake face. People see the smile, but inside I am really feeling sad and distressed. I have been feeling a lot like this lately. I feel lost. I feel like I don't know what I am supposed to do with my life. I have a plan of what I am going to do, but don't necessarily feel like that is what I am supposed to do. The problem is I don't know what I am supposed to be doing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smile because that is what people know me as. I wish I could just let people know how I was feeling. I wish people would understand. I wish people knew what I was going through but the truth is, they don't. No one knows how I feel, no one understands my situation. I need to accept that and learn how to make it through my life and through the trials I am going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-1654455795121888993?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1654455795121888993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=1654455795121888993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1654455795121888993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1654455795121888993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/08/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tZWP9y5SV8/TkDG0Faj95I/AAAAAAAACF0/IihQ0JNV35M/s72-c/228943_2327078255030_1191884496_32928255_8005408_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-1244094235572349313</id><published>2011-06-07T19:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:09:27.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wQV9GQ7Lzk/Te7MzCjPJXI/AAAAAAAACEc/nYbRBlwXGUM/s1600/Ashleigh%2BSt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 521px; height: 331px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615650962607646066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wQV9GQ7Lzk/Te7MzCjPJXI/AAAAAAAACEc/nYbRBlwXGUM/s400/Ashleigh%2BSt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-1244094235572349313?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1244094235572349313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=1244094235572349313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1244094235572349313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1244094235572349313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/06/st-george-trip.html' title='St. George Trip'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wQV9GQ7Lzk/Te7MzCjPJXI/AAAAAAAACEc/nYbRBlwXGUM/s72-c/Ashleigh%2BSt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-3983694309991584955</id><published>2011-05-19T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:40:17.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30: A Photograph of Yourself Today and 3 Good Things That Have Happened in the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKrAj862q3U/TdamhUO0U0I/AAAAAAAACEQ/WLhUNlQcAeg/s1600/ash.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608853477233283906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKrAj862q3U/TdamhUO0U0I/AAAAAAAACEQ/WLhUNlQcAeg/s400/ash.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am! This is a definite Ashleigh Face!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Good Things that Have Happened in the Past:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait! only 3? Hmmm. That is a hard one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Being born into this magnificent family! Both Immediate and Extended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Serving a Mission in New York. (Planning on going back out!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Meeting all the wonderful people I call friends! (sorry, that is a really broad one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-3983694309991584955?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3983694309991584955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=3983694309991584955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3983694309991584955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3983694309991584955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-30-photograph-of-yourself-today-and.html' title='Day 30: A Photograph of Yourself Today and 3 Good Things That Have Happened in the Past'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jKrAj862q3U/TdamhUO0U0I/AAAAAAAACEQ/WLhUNlQcAeg/s72-c/ash.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-5366510544301031275</id><published>2011-05-19T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:31:00.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing my 30 Day Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I am such a slacker and decided I would finish the last 3 posts of my 30 day blog challenge. Better to finish than to quit right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 28: Your Favorite Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite music is really random. I'll let you know that now. It depends on my day what type of music I am listening to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-I like Acoustic music because it is easy to listen to (Kalai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I like music that has lyrics that touch my soul or have meaning that relates to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Firework by Katy Perry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I like Ingrid Michaelson and Missy Higgins style of music whatever that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I might be weird, but I listen to church music on days other than Sunday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Hilary Weeks,     Dallyn Bayles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I love Musical Theater!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-I also love opera or classical on some days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My array of music is very random, but so am I, I guess. What can I do about it. I guess I am just well rounded when it comes to music. Ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 29: Something You Could Never Get Tired of Doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I Love riding my Bike!!!! That's it. I could never get tired of riding my bike. Well, unless I was riding it 500 miles or something. Then I might get tired. Other than that, I love it and will ride my bike my whole life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-5366510544301031275?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5366510544301031275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=5366510544301031275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5366510544301031275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5366510544301031275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/05/finishing-my-30-day-blog-challenge.html' title='Finishing my 30 Day Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-2171612865087423592</id><published>2011-03-17T09:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:03:34.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee Cast - Get It Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mb7dyVtdRlg?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just really love this song and the lyrics. It is exactly how I am feeling from having to come home from my mission early. I know that I came home for medical reasons, but sometimes I feel like I have made a mistake. I often wonder what would have happened if I had stayed out in New York. I know I can't go back and change what has happened, and the choices that I have made. But I do know that I have learned a lot from the choices I have made, as I always do. I just want to know how I can fix everything that has gone wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-2171612865087423592?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2171612865087423592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=2171612865087423592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/2171612865087423592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/2171612865087423592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/03/glee-cast-get-it-right-glee-cast.html' title='Glee Cast - Get It Right'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Mb7dyVtdRlg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-6986319587500295723</id><published>2011-03-17T09:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:54:35.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee - Get It Right Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Glee - Get It Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could run,&lt;br /&gt;Away from this ship going under&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to help&lt;br /&gt;Hurt everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when your good isn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;Cause my best intentions&lt;br /&gt;Keep making a mess of things,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right, to get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I start again, with my fate shaken?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't go back and undo this&lt;br /&gt;I just have to stay and face mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;But if I get stronger and wiser, I'll get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when you're good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I throw up my fists, throw a punch in the air,&lt;br /&gt;And accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll send down a wish and I'll send up a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And then finally someone will see how much I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do when you're good isn't good enough?&lt;br /&gt;And all that you touch tumbles down?&lt;br /&gt;Cause my best intentions keep making a mess of things,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;br /&gt;But how many times will it take?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many times will it take for me to get it right?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-6986319587500295723?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6986319587500295723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=6986319587500295723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6986319587500295723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6986319587500295723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/03/glee-get-it-right-lyrics.html' title='Glee - Get It Right Lyrics'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-1770811888788328538</id><published>2011-02-23T21:40:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:55:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27: A picture of you last year and now, and how you have changed since then</title><content type='html'>Well, I can't find any pictures of me by myself, and so I decided to do this one. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My lipgloss is poppin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r888dGxryU/TWXi9TKYYPI/AAAAAAAACD8/JtAjVsmKpxE/s1600/lipgloss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577113256311939314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r888dGxryU/TWXi9TKYYPI/AAAAAAAACD8/JtAjVsmKpxE/s400/lipgloss.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lipgloss still poppin'!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgECsGNWDmc/TWXjtDi_HjI/AAAAAAAACEE/2WKZc3VKnc4/s1600/lipgloss%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577114076753894962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgECsGNWDmc/TWXjtDi_HjI/AAAAAAAACEE/2WKZc3VKnc4/s400/lipgloss%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am still my goofy self, but I have learned so much in this past year. So much has happened and I can't believe that time has gone by so fast! I definitely feel like a different person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-1770811888788328538?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1770811888788328538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=1770811888788328538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1770811888788328538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1770811888788328538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-27-picture-of-you-last-year-and-now.html' title='Day 27: A picture of you last year and now, and how you have changed since then'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8r888dGxryU/TWXi9TKYYPI/AAAAAAAACD8/JtAjVsmKpxE/s72-c/lipgloss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-5146530972007312999</id><published>2011-02-23T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:56:48.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I am such a slacker and haven't been doing so well on the 30 day blog challenge. I took a little vacation from blogging. But I am back!!! SORRY!!! I will continue starting today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-5146530972007312999?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5146530972007312999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=5146530972007312999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5146530972007312999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5146530972007312999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/slacker.html' title='Slacker!!!!'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4445524527722426507</id><published>2011-02-18T19:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:50:49.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26: A photo of somewhere you've been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Black River in New York!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575227156727518642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJtfXC9fmac/TV8vj2ra1bI/AAAAAAAACD0/yiYpX0pyGto/s400/102_0502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QaCIp5u0Uc/TV8vjZbGtzI/AAAAAAAACDs/Jgy6KRZivdU/s1600/102_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575227148874463026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4QaCIp5u0Uc/TV8vjZbGtzI/AAAAAAAACDs/Jgy6KRZivdU/s400/102_0503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpdb44ul8y0/TV8vWLpYRXI/AAAAAAAACDk/PH4Z_WCTEYQ/s1600/102_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575226921837938034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpdb44ul8y0/TV8vWLpYRXI/AAAAAAAACDk/PH4Z_WCTEYQ/s400/102_0494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4445524527722426507?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4445524527722426507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4445524527722426507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4445524527722426507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4445524527722426507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-26-photo-of-somewhere-youve-been.html' title='Day 26: A photo of somewhere you&apos;ve been'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJtfXC9fmac/TV8vj2ra1bI/AAAAAAAACD0/yiYpX0pyGto/s72-c/102_0502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-3110163825120103852</id><published>2011-02-17T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:46:28.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25: What's in your purse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*My wallet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Money (sometimes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Chapstick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Lip-gloss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Gum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Mints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Ipod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Usually some trash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Candy sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-3110163825120103852?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3110163825120103852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=3110163825120103852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3110163825120103852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3110163825120103852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-25-whats-in-your-purse.html' title='Day 25: What&apos;s in your purse?'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-3864503198131211624</id><published>2011-02-16T19:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:41:53.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24: A photo of something that means a lot to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g3Z8UBKiTm8/TV8r-hkklKI/AAAAAAAACDc/Rz5X2w_q478/s1600/102_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575223216871609506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g3Z8UBKiTm8/TV8r-hkklKI/AAAAAAAACDc/Rz5X2w_q478/s400/102_0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are so many things that mean a lot to me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have to do a whole book just to show &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything that means a lot to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is one thing in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love rainbows! I love the symbolism in rainbows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whenever there is a storm, a rainbow comes after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It shows that whenever we are struggling and having a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Storm in Life" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There will always be a rainbow at the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe it's not necessarily the rainbow that means a lot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but what I learn from different things at different times of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-3864503198131211624?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3864503198131211624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=3864503198131211624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3864503198131211624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3864503198131211624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-24-photo-of-something-that-means.html' title='Day 24: A photo of something that means a lot to you'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g3Z8UBKiTm8/TV8r-hkklKI/AAAAAAAACDc/Rz5X2w_q478/s72-c/102_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-7410012306204427972</id><published>2011-02-15T23:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:52:00.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23: 15 facts about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to sing!!! Love Love Love to sing!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to be a Freakin' Awesome Elementary Teacher!!!(well, if I can pass all my classes that is :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE Suga' SUGARRRRRRRRRRRRRR! oh yeah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my verra own language. Yesch I dooo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to laugh and make others laugh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to pretend I can be a gangsta'. I'm not very good at it. That's why I pretend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love talking in a British accent. Only because others will respond in one unintentionally.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find joy in riding my bike... well, when I had one. Mine got stolen! If you have it, please return it.... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The majority of my friends are either 30+ years older than me, or 15 years younger than me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to be creative, it doesn't always work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love to sleep and have dreams that are like movies! I love when I don't want to wake up because I have to finish my dream :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am definitely a procrastinator! Definitely!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have extremely long toes. I have one toe I call my E.T. toe!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wrinkle my nose when I laugh or smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hair grows extremely fast! Only because I want it to stop growing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-7410012306204427972?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7410012306204427972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=7410012306204427972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7410012306204427972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7410012306204427972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-23-15-facts-about-me.html' title='Day 23: 15 facts about me'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4181213638981883965</id><published>2011-02-14T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:39:17.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22: A letter to someone who has hurt you recently</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say to this. Maybe I will another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4181213638981883965?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4181213638981883965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4181213638981883965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4181213638981883965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4181213638981883965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-22-letter-to-someone-who-has-hurt.html' title='Day 22: A letter to someone who has hurt you recently'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-6775132526416909240</id><published>2011-02-13T13:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:49:06.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21: A photo of something that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wy5hksVT4I/TVhDR9v9bJI/AAAAAAAACDU/vvdrZX--uiA/s1600/102_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573278514783546514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wy5hksVT4I/TVhDR9v9bJI/AAAAAAAACDU/vvdrZX--uiA/s400/102_0618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there are a lot of things that make me happy. This photo alone makes me REALLY HAPPY! I can't help but laugh at all of our faces. I also can't help but laugh at how freakin' high I can jump! AND NO! I didn't jump off the fireplace. Ask anyone that was there :) I also love the mere fact that I am the only one in the air and the est of them are ready to jump, they just weren't early enough. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-6775132526416909240?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6775132526416909240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=6775132526416909240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6775132526416909240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6775132526416909240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-21-photo-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 21: A photo of something that makes you happy'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wy5hksVT4I/TVhDR9v9bJI/AAAAAAAACDU/vvdrZX--uiA/s72-c/102_0618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-1611412637736469779</id><published>2011-02-13T13:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:40:22.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Experience Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I gave a talk in church today and it went really well! I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I love speaking in church now! Yeah! So, if any of you want to read it, &lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1grHqa02X-lnY0TZeSRhRPkDg2zgRJY5mklS4grwFta0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is. It is kinda long, but I like it! I hope you think it is good!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573276703701833442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r95uk-Kqot0/TVhBoi8bluI/AAAAAAAACC8/vx8XxZqdLuw/s400/102_0384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-1611412637736469779?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1611412637736469779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=1611412637736469779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1611412637736469779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1611412637736469779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/mission-experience-talk.html' title='Mission Experience Talk'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r95uk-Kqot0/TVhBoi8bluI/AAAAAAAACC8/vx8XxZqdLuw/s72-c/102_0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-3182716238833391267</id><published>2011-02-12T14:41:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:44:19.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20: The meaning behind your blog name</title><content type='html'>Well, so there is a lady in my ward named Jenn Weber. She would always call me Ashleigh Bartlett Bacon like in the movie "While You Were Sleeping" so, I decided to call my blog Ashleigh Barlett Bacon's Bits because it is my bits of stuff! There you go. Pretty simple :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-3182716238833391267?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3182716238833391267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=3182716238833391267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3182716238833391267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3182716238833391267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-20-meaning-behing-name-of-your-blog.html' title='Day 20: The meaning behind your blog name'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-6273042126960126624</id><published>2011-02-11T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:40:58.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: Another picture of yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-deamgs3nc5E/TVb-Y6fv1SI/AAAAAAAACC0/2XSbfAJeIYQ/s1600/102_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572921292890297634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-deamgs3nc5E/TVb-Y6fv1SI/AAAAAAAACC0/2XSbfAJeIYQ/s400/102_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-6273042126960126624?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6273042126960126624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=6273042126960126624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6273042126960126624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6273042126960126624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-19-another-picture-of-yourself.html' title='Day 19: Another picture of yourself'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-deamgs3nc5E/TVb-Y6fv1SI/AAAAAAAACC0/2XSbfAJeIYQ/s72-c/102_0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4942511657780419979</id><published>2011-02-10T21:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:27:17.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18: Something you crave a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXYzGajMRDI/TVS6Tr6N6fI/AAAAAAAACCk/i0My6M2zoN8/s1600/brownie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572283486331333106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXYzGajMRDI/TVS6Tr6N6fI/AAAAAAAACCk/i0My6M2zoN8/s400/brownie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;These are the most delicious thing in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!! MMMMM!!! You should try one some time! I definitely crave these a lot. I make one of these with a big glass of milk and I am set!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4942511657780419979?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4942511657780419979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4942511657780419979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4942511657780419979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4942511657780419979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-18-something-you-crave-lot.html' title='Day 18: Something you crave a lot'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXYzGajMRDI/TVS6Tr6N6fI/AAAAAAAACCk/i0My6M2zoN8/s72-c/brownie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-8262949126789328463</id><published>2011-02-09T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:23:45.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: A photo of you and your family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571375828047533522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TVGAzBT4ldI/AAAAAAAACCU/4GCdPEDFUTM/s400/family%2Bpic%2B1.jpg" /&gt;Does this describe my family well enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They always say a picture says 1000 words!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-8262949126789328463?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8262949126789328463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=8262949126789328463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8262949126789328463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8262949126789328463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-17-photo-of-you-and-your-family.html' title='Day 17: A photo of you and your family'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TVGAzBT4ldI/AAAAAAAACCU/4GCdPEDFUTM/s72-c/family%2Bpic%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-3145818900975473525</id><published>2011-02-08T10:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:39:01.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: Your celebrity crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Lee Pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571374372369384514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TVF_eSfKxEI/AAAAAAAACCM/4CGB6yjZPwo/s400/lee%2Bpace.jpg" /&gt;Enough Said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-3145818900975473525?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3145818900975473525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=3145818900975473525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3145818900975473525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3145818900975473525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-16-your-celebrity-crush.html' title='Day 16: Your celebrity crush'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TVF_eSfKxEI/AAAAAAAACCM/4CGB6yjZPwo/s72-c/lee%2Bpace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-3960715743291016325</id><published>2011-02-07T22:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:29:43.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: Something you don't leave the house without</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was an easy one. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571371581354281026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TVF871JUCEI/AAAAAAAACCE/aYoD4O3PVZU/s400/LG-Lollipop-GD580-Pink-2T.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I definitely don't EVER leave the house without my awesome pink cell phone :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel naked without it! I don't know what it is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if I don't use it at all, I have to have it in my pocket or else I freak out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-3960715743291016325?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3960715743291016325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=3960715743291016325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3960715743291016325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3960715743291016325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-15-something-you-dont-leave-house.html' title='Day 15: Something you don&apos;t leave the house without'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TVF871JUCEI/AAAAAAAACCE/aYoD4O3PVZU/s72-c/LG-Lollipop-GD580-Pink-2T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4026806130127688960</id><published>2011-02-06T19:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:22:25.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: A TV show you are currently addicted to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TU9epSQFHeI/AAAAAAAACB0/O-vo3jQzYaM/s1600/Pretty%2BLittle%2BLiars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570775327447522786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TU9epSQFHeI/AAAAAAAACB0/O-vo3jQzYaM/s320/Pretty%2BLittle%2BLiars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the BEST SHOW EVER!!! I didn't even have to think about the topic for today because Pretty Little Liars is my all time favorite show right now. Thank goodness for DVR! I never have to miss an episode of this awesome show. Go &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pretty_Little_Liars"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out more about the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4026806130127688960?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4026806130127688960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4026806130127688960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4026806130127688960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4026806130127688960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-13-tv-show-you-are-currently.html' title='Day 14: A TV show you are currently addicted to'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TU9epSQFHeI/AAAAAAAACB0/O-vo3jQzYaM/s72-c/Pretty%2BLittle%2BLiars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-7490208210425260336</id><published>2011-02-05T19:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:51:24.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: Your favorite musician and why</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm... That's a hard one! I love a lot of people! I think right now my favorite is Sarah Bareilles, or Brooke White, or... THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD ONES!!! I Can't pick just one, so I will pick just two, even though there are so many others I would like to add to my list of favorites! Anyways, Why do I love these two artists? I just love their voices and their music. I love how their songs always speak to my soul. I also love the uniqueness of their voices! I wish I could sing like them :) They are both just AMAZING and I think they will always be favorites of mine!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TU9dCgeHchI/AAAAAAAACBs/4gSWVQQzRSI/s1600/brooke-white-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570773561737966098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TU9dCgeHchI/AAAAAAAACBs/4gSWVQQzRSI/s320/brooke-white-image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TU9c_Cc6w0I/AAAAAAAACBk/rDvOkhsnAVA/s1600/Sara_Bareilles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570773502140269378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TU9c_Cc6w0I/AAAAAAAACBk/rDvOkhsnAVA/s320/Sara_Bareilles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-7490208210425260336?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7490208210425260336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=7490208210425260336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7490208210425260336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7490208210425260336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-13-your-favorite-musician-and-why.html' title='Day 13: Your favorite musician and why'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TU9dCgeHchI/AAAAAAAACBs/4gSWVQQzRSI/s72-c/brooke-white-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-5671929825999166737</id><published>2011-02-04T22:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:40:59.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: A photo of the town you live in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beautiful Mt. Timpanogas in good old Orem, UT. I love the Mountains! When I lived in New York, the mountains are definitely what I missed the most about Utah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUzc97O4yMI/AAAAAAAACBc/BeaBiBGGLtE/s1600/Mt.%2BTimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570069795580725442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUzc97O4yMI/AAAAAAAACBc/BeaBiBGGLtE/s400/Mt.%2BTimp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-5671929825999166737?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5671929825999166737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=5671929825999166737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5671929825999166737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5671929825999166737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-12-photo-of-town-you-live-in.html' title='Day 12: A photo of the town you live in'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUzc97O4yMI/AAAAAAAACBc/BeaBiBGGLtE/s72-c/Mt.%2BTimp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-8618536415161287211</id><published>2011-02-03T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:42:06.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil smash and Lil ice ice baby rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S_HdqZaViW0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-8618536415161287211?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8618536415161287211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=8618536415161287211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8618536415161287211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8618536415161287211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/lil-smash-and-lil-ice-ice-baby-rap.html' title='Lil smash and Lil ice ice baby rap'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S_HdqZaViW0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4901788010810870879</id><published>2011-02-03T17:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T17:37:54.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11: what's in your makeup bag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUtJMGhSopI/AAAAAAAACBU/2rZ72C1GNoo/s1600/makeup-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569625836431254162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUtJMGhSopI/AAAAAAAACBU/2rZ72C1GNoo/s400/makeup-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my make up bag I have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Brownish Black eyeliner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Brownish Black Mascara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Powder Foundation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Rosey Blush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) And some simple colors of eyeshadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I also have an Eyelash Curler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Smackers Lipgloss &amp;amp; Chapstick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually this doesn't all stay in my make up bag though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4901788010810870879?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4901788010810870879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4901788010810870879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4901788010810870879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4901788010810870879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-11-whats-in-your-makeup-bag.html' title='Day 11: what&apos;s in your makeup bag?'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUtJMGhSopI/AAAAAAAACBU/2rZ72C1GNoo/s72-c/makeup-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4078673258343096664</id><published>2011-02-03T09:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:04:15.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: A photo of your favorite place to eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUrfy0VWOXI/AAAAAAAACBM/qpHDhSsRO2s/s1600/Brick%2BOven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569509953331673458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUrfy0VWOXI/AAAAAAAACBM/qpHDhSsRO2s/s400/Brick%2BOven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4078673258343096664?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4078673258343096664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4078673258343096664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4078673258343096664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4078673258343096664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-10-photo-of-your-favorite-place-to.html' title='Day 10: A photo of your favorite place to eat'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUrfy0VWOXI/AAAAAAAACBM/qpHDhSsRO2s/s72-c/Brick%2BOven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-7254230418606092528</id><published>2011-02-02T21:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:56:33.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: A photo of something  you last purchased</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUo1IuoQCAI/AAAAAAAACBE/PAjt9Bx3yBA/s1600/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUo1IuoQCAI/AAAAAAAACBE/PAjt9Bx3yBA/s400/cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569322313269118978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today I randomly had the craving for cheddar cheese. So I bought a little slice of Tillamook Cheddar Cheese. It was only 33 cents! They definitely have the BEST cheese around!!! It hit the spot for sure! MMMMM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-7254230418606092528?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7254230418606092528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=7254230418606092528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7254230418606092528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7254230418606092528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-9-photo-of-something-you-last.html' title='Day 9: A photo of something  you last purchased'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUo1IuoQCAI/AAAAAAAACBE/PAjt9Bx3yBA/s72-c/cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-6765875877550563372</id><published>2011-02-01T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:14:08.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: A song to match your mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rEXhAMtbaec?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just love this song! I think it really describes how I feel right now. You may not understand why, but I do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-6765875877550563372?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6765875877550563372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=6765875877550563372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6765875877550563372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6765875877550563372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/02/sara-bareilles-gravity.html' title='Day 8: A song to match your mood'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rEXhAMtbaec/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-8168034192919067367</id><published>2011-01-31T21:41:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:21:20.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: My Dream Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUePycO9f7I/AAAAAAAACAU/mHx8YyV97fE/s1600/new%2Bzealand%2Btemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 349px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568577561002082226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUePycO9f7I/AAAAAAAACAU/mHx8YyV97fE/s400/new%2Bzealand%2Btemple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, First I would want to marry the best man in the world for me! That will definitely be my eternal companion. If I could choose anywhere to get married my first choice would be the New Zealand Temple!!! But, . . . since that is definitely out of the budget, I will just have to choose one here in Utah. I don't know which one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUeQpTrYSrI/AAAAAAAACAc/JUrYzuuY7oU/s1600/Salt%2BLake%2BTemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 353px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568578503598164658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUeQpTrYSrI/AAAAAAAACAc/JUrYzuuY7oU/s400/Salt%2BLake%2BTemple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love the Salt Lake Temple! All temples are BEAUTIFUL though, so the only thing that matters is that I am sealed to my eternal companion for FOREVER!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUeR8Pcc5OI/AAAAAAAACAk/u9wly8Kucts/s1600/wedding%2Bdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568579928390952162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUeR8Pcc5OI/AAAAAAAACAk/u9wly8Kucts/s400/wedding%2Bdress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for the dress. I want a simple dress that is modest, but makes me feel like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUeTEBGXJ7I/AAAAAAAACAs/WHPEL0Hf1nA/s1600/Wedding%2BRing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568581161490786226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUeTEBGXJ7I/AAAAAAAACAs/WHPEL0Hf1nA/s400/Wedding%2BRing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ring! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUeUbP_HXwI/AAAAAAAACA0/9aJ1aE5ggfA/s1600/outdoor-wedding-reception-ideas02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568582660135542530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUeUbP_HXwI/AAAAAAAACA0/9aJ1aE5ggfA/s400/outdoor-wedding-reception-ideas02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reception will be outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cake will be AMAZING! But, I can't find a picture of my dream cake because it hasn't been made yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll just have to wait until I get married to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll plan the rest of my wedding when it comes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-8168034192919067367?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8168034192919067367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=8168034192919067367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8168034192919067367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8168034192919067367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-7-my-dream-wedding.html' title='Day 7: My Dream Wedding'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUePycO9f7I/AAAAAAAACAU/mHx8YyV97fE/s72-c/new%2Bzealand%2Btemple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-6028777887444023581</id><published>2011-01-30T18:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:42:44.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: A Photo of and Animal You'd Love to Keep as a Pet</title><content type='html'>Isn't He just SOOO Cute!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUYTQPjsC8I/AAAAAAAACAE/SFDUxaTeCnM/s1600/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568159159065250754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUYTQPjsC8I/AAAAAAAACAE/SFDUxaTeCnM/s320/monkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-6028777887444023581?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6028777887444023581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=6028777887444023581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6028777887444023581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6028777887444023581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-6-photo-of-and-animal-you-would.html' title='Day 6: A Photo of and Animal You&apos;d Love to Keep as a Pet'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUYTQPjsC8I/AAAAAAAACAE/SFDUxaTeCnM/s72-c/monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-1254867058463871891</id><published>2011-01-28T23:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:23:22.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: A Photo of yourself 2 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUO49Li7jyI/AAAAAAAAB_8/-wL5nhqmq88/s1600/me%2Byeah%2521.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567496925570895650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUO49Li7jyI/AAAAAAAAB_8/-wL5nhqmq88/s400/me%2Byeah%2521.bmp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Here is my picture of me 2 years ago! Aren't I so cute :) jk. Anyways, I really REALLY MISS my short hair! Like A LOT!!! I can't wait to chop all of my hair off again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-1254867058463871891?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1254867058463871891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=1254867058463871891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1254867058463871891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1254867058463871891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-5-photo-of-yourself-2-years-ago.html' title='Day 5: A Photo of yourself 2 Years Ago'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUO49Li7jyI/AAAAAAAAB_8/-wL5nhqmq88/s72-c/me%2Byeah%2521.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4970674325761376428</id><published>2011-01-28T11:06:00.026-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:28:40.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Your Favorite Photograph of Your Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, I have two bestest friends EVER!!! I can't just pick one!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUMRJI8vWjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/uubNOr9TCIU/s1600/Me%2Band%2BBrianna%2B2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567312413078805042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUMRJI8vWjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/uubNOr9TCIU/s320/Me%2Band%2BBrianna%2B2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt; IS &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Brianna Jean Pettit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! She has been here for me my whole entire life, literally! We were born 6 days apart and have always loved eachother :) We definitely have a special relationship that not everyone has! I am so lucky to have Brianna in my life! I don't know what I would do without her. Brianna is someone that I can do ANYTHING with! Including being a dork! I definitely admire you my sweet cousin Brianna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUMHhSUhTGI/AAAAAAAAB-s/LkcUFiAOYOQ/s1600/Me%2Band%2BBrianna%2B1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567301832795049058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUMHhSUhTGI/AAAAAAAAB-s/LkcUFiAOYOQ/s320/Me%2Band%2BBrianna%2B1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you tell that we love eachother verra VERRA MUSCH!!!&lt;strong&gt; I WUV YOU BRI-NANNA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567302932851918994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUMIhUWhCJI/AAAAAAAAB-8/zANYoe64dx8/s320/Me%2BConnie%2Band%2BBrianna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brianna, Connie, and Me. My Two BESTEST FRIENDS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUMO2gPe4DI/AAAAAAAAB_k/XC3FXziCDPY/s1600/Me%2Band%2BConnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567309893890662450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUMO2gPe4DI/AAAAAAAAB_k/XC3FXziCDPY/s320/Me%2Band%2BConnie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Constance Jensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! She is my other &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bestest Friend EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Or should I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRISTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) (Friend/Sister) I have known Connie for 3 years now, but it feels like we have known eachother for so much longer! I met Connie when I started taking voice lessons! Connie is the bestest voice teacher in the whole wide universe!!! And that is not an exaggeration! And not only is the the bestest voice teacher in the whole wide universe, but she is one of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BESTEST FRISTERS ANYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ask for!!!!! We have so much fun together! We think alike; I think we might have the same brain :) Connie has helped me through so much and has helped me become the person I am today! Sanks for everysing you have done for me!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wuv you Connie!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. I do know how to spell, We just have our own language :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4970674325761376428?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4970674325761376428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4970674325761376428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4970674325761376428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4970674325761376428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-4-photo-of-your-best-friend.html' title='Day 4: Your Favorite Photograph of Your Best Friend'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUMRJI8vWjI/AAAAAAAAB_s/uubNOr9TCIU/s72-c/Me%2Band%2BBrianna%2B2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-9132228019150073933</id><published>2011-01-27T22:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:44:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Your Idea of the Perfect First Date</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... I might have to think about this one really hard! I haven't been on a date in years. Lol, that makes me sound old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perfect first date would be with someone special. Someone who respects me and wants the best for me. I'm sure my perfect first date will be with my Eternal Companion... whoever that is... It will be the date that will start Eternity. This date will be simple. I don't know what we would do, but it would be fun. We would do something where we could both be ourselves. I would want the date to be something I would remember for the rest of my life! This date could be unexpected, and be an amazing adventure! Whatever we do, it will be great!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-9132228019150073933?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/9132228019150073933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=9132228019150073933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/9132228019150073933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/9132228019150073933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-3-your-idea-of-perfect-first-date.html' title='Day 3: Your Idea of the Perfect First Date'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-77574036242046816</id><published>2011-01-26T23:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:18:34.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: A photo of something you ate today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUENqpouPfI/AAAAAAAAB-c/8vBOgUBITR4/s1600/garlic%2Bbread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566745640788966898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUENqpouPfI/AAAAAAAAB-c/8vBOgUBITR4/s320/garlic%2Bbread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MMMMMMM...... Garlic Cheese Bread!!! So bad for you, but so good! That is all I have to say about this :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-77574036242046816?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/77574036242046816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=77574036242046816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/77574036242046816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/77574036242046816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-2-photo-of-something-you-ate-today.html' title='Day 2: A photo of something you ate today'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TUENqpouPfI/AAAAAAAAB-c/8vBOgUBITR4/s72-c/garlic%2Bbread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4410367146652823078</id><published>2011-01-25T21:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:04:32.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TT-q_kh8hKI/AAAAAAAAB-U/ch3t8xhuKxk/s1600/102_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566355673567757474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TT-q_kh8hKI/AAAAAAAAB-U/ch3t8xhuKxk/s320/102_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here is a photo of myself. It is one of my favorites!!! I don't quite know why... I just like it :) Anyways, I guess my day was a fairly normal day. I woke up, went to work, came home, did some homework, took a nap, did more homework, and that is about it. Not too exciting, but nothing horrible happened today I guess :) That is all.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4410367146652823078?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4410367146652823078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4410367146652823078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4410367146652823078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4410367146652823078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-photo-of-yourself-and-description.html' title='Day 1: A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TT-q_kh8hKI/AAAAAAAAB-U/ch3t8xhuKxk/s72-c/102_0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-2161254979199876135</id><published>2011-01-25T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:45:06.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>Well, I know why they call this a challenge! It's because I am so bad at blogging that this is definitely going to be a challenge for me! But maybe this will give me the motivation to blog everyday, and eventually get me into the habit of it. Well, I think this is going to be pretty exciting. I just hope I don't miss a day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here is the Challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Day 1 a photo of yourself and a description of how your day was&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 a photo of something you ate today&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 your idea of the perfect first date&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 your favorite photograph of your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 a photo of yourself two years ago&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 a photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 your dream wedding&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 a song to match your mood&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 a photo of something you last purchased&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 a photo of your favorite place to eat&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 what's in your makeup bag?&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 a photograph of the town you live in&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 your favorite musician and why?&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 a TV show you're currently addicted to&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 something you don't leave the house without&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 you celebrity crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 a photo of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 something you crave a lot&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 the meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 a phot of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 a letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 15 facts about you&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 a photo of something that means a lot to you&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 what's in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 a photo of somewhere you've been too&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 a picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 your favorite music&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 something that you could never get tired of doing&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 a photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-2161254979199876135?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2161254979199876135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=2161254979199876135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/2161254979199876135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/2161254979199876135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-blog-challenge.html' title='30 Day Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-7757563380603168854</id><published>2011-01-12T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:06:02.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals as a teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://missashleighsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I am definitely an interesting character and have many unique qualities about me. I love singing and any form of music. Music is a huge part of my life. I sing a lot. I may not have an amazing voice, but I sing to express not to impress. I love nature. It amazes me to just look around and see how amazing our surroundings are. During my free time, I try to take it all in. I also enjoy dancing with blasting music in depths of my bedroom while no one is watching. I love being me because I know I'm the only one that can be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember always getting the best teachers in elementary school. I loved my teachers and looked up to them. They were my heroes and I wanted to be just like them. I didn't realize that I wanted to be a teacher until my senior year of high school. I wanted to be a math teacher. But then I realized that teaching math just wasn't for me. I wanted to be a teacher, but I also wanted to change lives. I wanted to use my strengths to help others. That's when I decided to be an elementary teacher. I had teachers that changed my life and I knew I could do the same for others. I love children and have loved them my whole life. I love watching them learn and grow and discover new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal as a teacher is to create an environment for learning and discovering. An environment where students will feel safe expressing themselves. I want students to love learning. I want them to have the same elementary experience I had. Elementary school was the best and maybe that's why I am gravitating back towards it. I am excited to discover more about me as I prepare to become a teacher."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-7757563380603168854?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7757563380603168854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=7757563380603168854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7757563380603168854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7757563380603168854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2011/01/miss-ashleighs-blog.html' title='Goals as a teacher'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-2585047711887914721</id><published>2010-12-31T23:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:48:19.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was listening to this song today and had a realization of how much this song is exactly what I am going through. I have choices to make everyday of my life and sometimes I do what I want instead of asking my Heavenly Father what He would have me do. I try to tell Him how to help me. I know so little. He knows everything. He knows better than I. He knows exactly how to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel confused. Somedays I feel like I have made the wrong choice. What would have happened if I would have just stuck it out a little longer. Somedays I feel like a failure. I feel like I gave up and let my Heavenly Father down. I am learning a lot! It is amazing how every experience I have had has helped me grow and learn things I never would have learned if I wouldn't have had those experiences. I want to put myself into my Heavenly Fathers hands. I want Him to mold me and shape me into what He would have me be. This will take alot of effort on my part. I will need to make sure that whatever I do is the Lords will for me. I owe Him bigtime for messing up big time! I am so grateful we get second chances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen To the song here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwNibdCN8sQ&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL40787DFA5078502A&amp;amp;index=43"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwNibdCN8sQ&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=PL40787DFA5078502A&amp;amp;index=43&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought I did what's right&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had the answer&lt;br /&gt;I thought I chose the surest road&lt;br /&gt;But that road brought me here&lt;br /&gt;So I put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;And told You how to help me&lt;br /&gt;And just when I had given up&lt;br /&gt;The truth is coming clear, for...&lt;br /&gt;You know...Better Than I&lt;br /&gt;You know...the way&lt;br /&gt;I've let go...the need to know why&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You know Better Than I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this has been a test&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see the reason&lt;br /&gt;But maybe knowing, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Is part of getting thru&lt;br /&gt;I try to do what's best&lt;br /&gt;Find faith has made it easy&lt;br /&gt;To see the best thing I can do&lt;br /&gt;Is put my faith in You, for...&lt;br /&gt;You know... Better Than I&lt;br /&gt;You know... the way&lt;br /&gt;I've let go...the need to know why&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You know Better Than I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one cloud, and thought it was the sky&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bird and thought that I could follow&lt;br /&gt;But it was You who tought them to fly&lt;br /&gt;If I let You reach me...&lt;br /&gt;Will You teach me? For...&lt;br /&gt;You know...Better Than I&lt;br /&gt;You know...the way&lt;br /&gt;I've let go...the need to know why&lt;br /&gt;I'll take what answers You supply&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You know Better Than I"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-2585047711887914721?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2585047711887914721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=2585047711887914721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/2585047711887914721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/2585047711887914721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2010/12/better-than-i.html' title='Better Than I'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4035898076008802039</id><published>2010-12-18T22:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:17:24.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate those days where you just feel like everything is falling apart? I don't know what to do. I'm trying to stay strong through all of this, I'm trying to stay happy, I'm trying to stay positive, but I am at the end of my rope. Right now I just want to cry. I want to talk to someone, anyone and just cry it all out. I feel lost. I feel torn. I feel broken. I feel alone. How do can I feel so alone when there are people all around me. Meh... I don't even know what to say. My thoughts are all scattered. I'm sure this will pass. Maybe I just need to sleep it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4035898076008802039?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4035898076008802039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4035898076008802039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4035898076008802039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4035898076008802039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2010/12/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-8913065737888456682</id><published>2010-12-05T23:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:51:01.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the Sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TPyHl-t8XMI/AAAAAAAAB9E/tua8UnupAds/s1600/footprints-in-sand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547457927574215874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TPyHl-t8XMI/AAAAAAAAB9E/tua8UnupAds/s320/footprints-in-sand1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, Other times there were one set of footprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow, or defeat I could see only one set of footprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I said to the Lord, "you promised me, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most you have not been there for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Lord replied, "The time when you have seen only one set of footprints, is when I carried you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this poem. It is always during the hardest times this poem means the most to me! It is at times like this when I am so grateful that the Lord can carry me. I wouldn't be able to make it walking on my own, or even with Him just by my side. I am glad He is willing to carry me! I don't know what I would do without the Lord. He is my best friend. He is what gives me hope to get out of bed and face each and everyday as a new beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that my Savior loves me. I want to do all that I can to show my love to Him. But I can only do that one step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-8913065737888456682?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8913065737888456682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=8913065737888456682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8913065737888456682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8913065737888456682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2010/12/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints in the Sand'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/TPyHl-t8XMI/AAAAAAAAB9E/tua8UnupAds/s72-c/footprints-in-sand1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-7777784838391784657</id><published>2010-05-11T20:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:29:33.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be a first-rate version of yourself, not a second-rate version of someone else." ~Judy Garland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have been thinking about this quote a lot lately.  I am the type of person that looks at others and wants to be them; not just like them, but to be them. Sometimes I don't like myself. I look at who I am and don't like it. I get jealous of other people and what they have, and who they are. I feel like the person I am can't do anything right. That is why I want to be someone else. I began thinking about how much I do compare myself to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;When I begin to feel discouraged with myself, it's usually because I am looking at what someone else has, that I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;But I am learning that I can't be someone else. The only person I can be is me. Each and every one of us have our own gifts and talents in life that God has blessed us with.  We need to spend more time thanking Him for those gifts and talents than we do comparing what we don't have to those around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have my own journey through this life to learn and grow. Life can be difficult, but I think of everything I have. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; am a very blessed girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; I have been born into the Gospel. I have knowledge that people are longing for, even though they may not know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; I know my Heavenly Father loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;. This love is what keeps me going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am a daughter of a King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;. When I remember who I am, life is so much easier. Well, if not easier, it has so much more purpose. I want to please my Father in Heaven. The only way I can do this is by being who He has made me to be. Me. I need to be true to who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;A Daughter of a Heavenly King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-7777784838391784657?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7777784838391784657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=7777784838391784657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7777784838391784657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7777784838391784657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-first-rate-version-of-yourself-not.html' title='&quot;Be a first-rate version of yourself, not a second-rate version of someone else.&quot; ~Judy Garland'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-348036543219266431</id><published>2010-05-11T09:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:30:08.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mission Blog!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Here is my Mission Blog Address! This is where you can be updated on me, and also read my mission letters  :D hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sisterashleighsimmons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://sisterashleighsimmons.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-348036543219266431?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/348036543219266431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=348036543219266431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/348036543219266431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/348036543219266431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-mission-blog.html' title='New Mission Blog!!!!'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-7615579627208020963</id><published>2010-04-08T17:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:45:12.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just gotta let it all out!!!</title><content type='html'>This is just how I feel right now and I need to get it all out. I know things will get better, but for right now I feel stuck. I am just really stressed out right now and I know everyone has these feelings sometime in their life. So just disregard this post. It means nothing. It is just me venting in writing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE this feeling! I can’t stand it. I hate being down and feel like nothing is possible for me. I am feeling like I don’t belong! I am feeling inadequate. I am feeling like a failure. I hate seeing my friends sad and feeling like I am the one that caused the sadness. I feel like everyone is ignoring me. I feel like no one cares that I have problems too. That I need help too. That I struggle too. I’m not perfect! Nope! Not me! Sorry…Why can’t I just be happy all the time. My life isn’t that horrible. My life could be so much worse. I don’t appreciate my life right now. Maybe I’m scared. Scared of leaving those I love and being forgotten. Maybe I’m jealous? I dunno.  What am I jealous of? I already feel forgotten and I’m still here. Why am I even here? I feel like those that do notice me, and those I turn to, get annoyed by me. Why do I even turn to those people then? I feel like everyone is too busy for me. No time for me. I am tired of trying. I am tired of doing anything. I just want to give up. Life is too hard. Helping others is too hard also. I want to help others, but don’t feel like my help is going anywhere. My head hurts. I’m tired. I give up on everyone! I GIVE UP! (at least for today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-7615579627208020963?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7615579627208020963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7615579627208020963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-gotta-let-it-all-out.html' title='I just gotta let it all out!!!'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-289319037402739868</id><published>2009-12-01T09:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:26:25.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 goals in 1001 Days</title><content type='html'>I just thought I would let ya'll know what I am up to these days. (Lol, I like using the work ya'll.) anyway, pretty much my life is still work and school. I will get my Associates Degree in April and then.... wait for it... I will be going on a MISSION!!!!!!!! now don't get ahead of yourself by asking where because I haven't started my papers yet... but I will be soon, hopefully. Right now I am also working on 101 goals in 1001 days. Brianna, my cousin, introduced this to me. I have 101 preset goals to complete in 1001 days, or 2.75 years. It is actually quite fun so far, some of my goals will be a little bit challenging though, taking me out of my comfort zone. This will be good for me. I found this a good opportunity to do the things I have always wanted to do, get more organized, and most of all become a better person. I am looking forward to completing this challenge. I started this challenge on Monday November 16, 2009 and will finish 1001 days later on Monday, August 12, 2012. I have made a journal where I will keep track of my progress, but I may just write about some of them right here on this blog...(that is not a promise) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-289319037402739868?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/289319037402739868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=289319037402739868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/289319037402739868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/289319037402739868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/12/101-goals-in-1001-days.html' title='101 goals in 1001 Days'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-5865599204659408135</id><published>2009-12-01T09:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:14:09.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Talk; A Season For Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was asked to speak on the talk “A Season For Angels” by Elder Bateman. As I was reading this talk I couldn’t help but think of what a wonderful kickoff this is to this Christmas season. No black Friday or finding the best deals on un-needed things to start off. This was a great opportunity for me to study the true meaning of Christmas. Our Savior. Just preparing this talk helped me remember, because I think we tend to forget, the true meaning of Christmas. So, I am grateful for this opportunity to study and speak about this talk, even though I am scared out of my mind to be up here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He starts by saying, At the beginning of each Christmas season, our thoughts turn to the birth of the Savior. For believers, Christ’s birth and death are the two greatest events in the history of the earth or, for that matter, eternity. It is almost an anomaly that in the untold years the universe ahs existed, its two greatest events occurred within a  33-year span in a vassal nation on a small planet the Lord calls His “footstool.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Christmas carols are a special feature of the season. They bring feelings of joy to our hearts as they describe the events and significance of the birth of Jesus Christ. It is interesting to note that many Christmas hymns speak of angels. This is because the biblical record contains numerous accounts of heavenly beings speaking to mortals before and at the time of His birth. Not only is the story of the Savior’s birth replete with heavenly messengers, but heavenly beings were also present at significant events throughout his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Holland) When the time for the Savior’s advent was at hand, an angel was sent to announce to Mary that she was to be the mother of the Son of God. Then a host of angels was commissioned to sing on the night the baby Jesus was born. Shortly thereafter an angel would announce to Joseph that the newborn baby was in danger and that this little family must flee to Egypt for safety. When it was safe to return, an angel conveyed that information to the family and the three returned to the land of their heritage. From the beginning down through the dispensations, God has used angels as His emissaries in conveying love and concern for His children. Time in this setting does not allow even a cursory examination for the scriptures or our own latter-day history, which are so filled with accounts of angels ministering to those on earth, but it is rich doctrine and rich history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The birth of Jesus Christ was extraordinary in that it involved the condescension of both the Father and the Son. The Father condescended in sending His Son’ the Savior condescended in taking upon Himself a mortal body and offering Himself as a sacrifice for sin. Is it any wonder that angels were assigned to declare the Savior’s birth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Moroni taught that angels play a special role in the early stages of a new dispensation. In Moroni 7:31-32 (Open Scriptures) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I was reading this talk, I kept thinking about the talk by Elder Holland given in the October 2008 General Conference. I’m sure many of you remember this talk. This talk is called “The Ministry of Angels.” As we have seen throughout the scriptures for thousands of years, God has sent angels, in special times of need. He sent his divine messengers, to bless His children, to reassure them that heaven was always very close and that His help was always very near. They taught them the meaning of their sacrifice and the atoning role of the promised Redeemer who was to come. Elder Holland says, “I testify that angels are still sent to help us, even as they were sent to help Adam and Eve, to help the prophets, and indeed to help the Savior of the world Himself. Matthew records in his gospel that after Satan had tempted Christ in the wilderness “Angels came and ministered unto him.” Even the Son of God, a God Himself, had need for heavenly comfort during His sojourn in mortality.”  I love that. That Even the son of God, a God Himself, had need for heavenly comfort during His sojourn in mortality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Elder Holland goes on saying, “But when we speak of those who are instruments in the hand of God, we are reminded that not all angels are from the other side of the veil. Some of them we walk with and talk with-- here, now, every day. Some of them reside in our own neighborhoods. Some of them gave birth to us, and in my case, (his case), one of them consented to marry me. Indeed heaven never seems closer than when we see the love of God manifested in the kindness and devotion of people so good and so pure that angelic is the only word that comes to mind.” I have had many angels in my life. Angels that have done exactly what Moroni taught about the angels role. Declaring the word of Christ, Helping me have faith in Christ. Helping me understand and know my role as a daughter of God, and let me know that I can also be an angel to someone else. These angels in my life really do have the love of God, in kindness and devotion. They know their purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Elder Bateman ends his talk by asking, “What is the lesson for us today as we enter a new Christmas season? Who will minister to those in need? Who are the angels that will prepare the way for His return? I have noticed that during the early stages of a dispensation, angelic ministers come from the other side of the veil, but as time elapses and the number of faithful members increases, more is expected of those in mortality. For example, when a new country is opened to the gospel, missionaries learn that many have been prepared in miraculous ways to receive the gospel, and miracles occur with some frequency to advance the work. Once a core of members is established, however, the Lord’s assistance changes as He provides opportunities for the members to become the miracle workers.” He provides opportunities for the members to become the miracle workers. I love that. There are opportunities all around us to make miracles happen. Some simple deed that you do may not seem like a miracle, but to someone else it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Barbara Thompson, second counselor in the Relief Society general presidency says “We need to rescue all that is the finest down deep inside of us so that as daughters,(And sons), of God we can do our part to build the kingdom of God. We will have help to do this. As Joseph declared, if you live up to your privileges, the angels cannot be restrained from being your associates” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So if we live righteously and do our part, we will have the help of angels to build the kingdom of God. And then by doing this, we, ourselves, will be angels to someone else. Let us bear one another’s burdens, mourn with those who mourn, comfort those who stand in need of comfort, and thus keep the covenants which we have made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What are you going to do this Christmas season? How are you going to bless someone’s life by being an angel to them? Miracles during this Christmas season require our faith and works. May we be reminded once again of our promise to bear one another’s burdens, to mourn with those who mourn, comfort those who stand in need of comfort, and stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places. I love the last sentence of this talk, which is Elder Bateman’s testimony. He says, “I bear witness that Christmas is a season for angels. As they ministered to the Savior and others in the meridian of time, may we, as angels of mercy, minister to other families and to those in need in the fullness of times so that the Lord’s work may move forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just want to add my testimony to his of how grateful I am for this church. And for the knowledge I have. I know the Lord works through other people to help us return to Him. I am so grateful for the angels in my life who have helped me simply just get through. I know that Heavenly Father will never leave us alone. He knows our needs and He knows how to help us we just need to ask in faith. I know that I can pray to Him wherever and whenever and He will listen. I know that families can be together forever and I am so grateful for that knowledge because my family has truly been there when I need them. They have been some of my most cherished angels. I know that the Atonement is a reality and that Christ suffered for our sins so that we could live with Him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-5865599204659408135?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5865599204659408135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=5865599204659408135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5865599204659408135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5865599204659408135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-talk-season-for-angels.html' title='My Talk; A Season For Angels'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-5435455399801770694</id><published>2009-10-01T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:11:59.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party In The USA</title><content type='html'>So on Tuesday we decided to go up the canyon and have a photo shoot at South Fork. It is BEAU-TI-FUL up there right now! After the photo shoot, we were bored so decided to create a music video. Brianna put it all together for us and now it is on youtube. You need to watch it because it is pretty cute! The neighbor kids also wanted to be in the movie. click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPhmI3Lu_uc"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to watch :D ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-5435455399801770694?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5435455399801770694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=5435455399801770694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5435455399801770694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5435455399801770694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/10/party-in-usa.html' title='Party In The USA'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-5820221993961330736</id><published>2009-09-30T11:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:30:48.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the beauty of fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I absolutely LOVE fall! It is by far my favorite season of the year. I love the changing colors, the cooler weather, the smell, and even down to the feeling of fall. It just makes me happy! I was not excited to hear that it is going to snow today. That kinda makes me sad. I hope the Beautiful colors are still here once the snow is past and gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-5820221993961330736?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5820221993961330736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=5820221993961330736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5820221993961330736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5820221993961330736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-absolutely-love-fall-it-is-by-far-my.html' title='Oh the beauty of fall'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-1178305379352687074</id><published>2009-09-13T22:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:22:24.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; had a very powerful learning experience this last monday where I learned the importance of prayer. and so the story begins. I was driving to Highland for FHE and since I don't live at Raintree anymore, I didn't have anyone to go with so I decided to drive myself. I was all alone. I thought I knew the way because I had been there before. I had never driven there myself though. As I was driving there, I got off of the wrong exit, got stuck in traffic, lots of construction and detours. I was totally lost, but thought that if I kept driving, I would get familiar with something and be able to find my way. I dept driving, and got even more lost to the point I didn't even know how to get to the freeway. I will be honest, I have never felt so lost in my life, and I was scared. As I was driving, I called my dad and told him I was lost. I told him what I saw and what I was driving past. He told me to keep driving and where I should go. He was pretty sure he know where I was. I followed his directions and they brought me to Thanksgiving point. Thankfully, my dad was coming home from work and his next exit was the one by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1252904257_0" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanksgiving Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. We met there and he told me exactly how to get to where everything was familiar to me, and where I would be able to find my way. If I hadn't called my dad, he would not have known to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I ever feel lost, I cannot just expect Heavenly Father to help me. I need to ask for His help. He isn't going to force His help on me because we have our agency. But if I ask for His help, He will gladly give it to me. If I am lost, He will find me. He knows where I am and He knows how to get me to my end destination. I just need to follow His exact directions. And If I mess up, or get lost again, He will still be there for me, and He will still help me get back on the right path and find my way. I am so grateful for that little experience that helped me reallize how important my relationship should be with my Heavenly Father. I think he gave me that experience to show me that He is wating for me. He is ready to listen and answer me if I will just talk with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have also been thinking a lot about Satan, and the power he has over us. I found this story which hit me how hard Satan is working on all of us, and how his plan really is working. Even on me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Satan's Worldwide Convention&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satan called a worldwide convention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In his opening address to his evil angels, Satan said, "We can't keep the Christians from going to church. We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth. We can't even keep them from forming an intimate, abiding relationship experience in Christ. If they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let them go to their churches; let them have their conservative lifestyles, but steal their time, so they can't gain that relationship with Jesus Christ. This is what I want you to do, angels. Distract them from gaining hold of their Saviour and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!" "How shall we do this?" shouted his angels. "Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered. "Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow. Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford empty lifestyles. Keep them from spending time with their children. As their family fragments, soon, their home will offer no escape from the pressures of work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice. Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive. To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-biblical music constantly. This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ. Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day. Invade their driving moments with billboards. Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogues, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes. Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines so the husbands will believe that external beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives. Ha! That will fragment those families quickly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive. Have them return from their recreation exhausted, disquieted and unprepared for the coming week. Don't let them go out in nature to reflect on God's wonders. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, concerts and movies instead. Keep them busy, busy, busy! And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences and unsettled emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go ahead, let them be involved in soul winning; but crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus. Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause. It will work! It will work!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite a convention. The evil angels went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get more busy and more rushed, going here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satan knows he can't keep me from going to church, or from doing what is good, but he knows that if he fills my life with good stuff, that I will forget the essentials fo the Gospel,. I see it almost everyday with reading the Book of Mormon. I get to "busy" with other "good" things, but forget the "essential" things. This has made me more and more about wanting to do the essential things first, and then I will have time for the good things. Everything will fall in to place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that Satan is real, but I also know that Jesus Christ is real. I am so grateful for the knowledge that through Christ, I can progress every single day. If I fall short, Christ is there to make up the rest. I know that I can follow Christ, He is calling to me to follow him. If It is too hard for me to follow him, he will stand by me; if he isn't standing by me or in front of me, I know that he is behind me, pushing me, giving me encouragement. And if he isn't there, during my hardest times, he will be there carrying me. He loves me. I know he does. I can feel his love from the people He has put in my life. I know that the people I know, and the people in my life are here to help me, to remember, and to know of the love of our Savior. It is just a taste of His love. I can't even comprehend the love He has for each and every one of us. Enough love that he would die for us and for all of our sins, and sorrows. He knows EXACTLY what we are going through. He can help us through it. Always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much more I can say. My heart if SO full today. So full of gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&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/2223379019693275413-1178305379352687074?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1178305379352687074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=1178305379352687074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1178305379352687074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1178305379352687074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-testimony.html' title='My Testimony'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-2859030772526723906</id><published>2009-09-08T09:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:39:37.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year...</title><content type='html'>Today is the one year mark of the passing of a woman I love dearly.  My Grandma Joy. She lived for her family, especially her grandchildren. It's amazing how even though she is gone, I am still learning things from her. From her example.  Her positive attitude no matter the situation. Her love for EVERYONE she met. And the smile that was glued to her face. There are some days when I am having a horrible day, and I just think, "how would Grandma handle this?" I immediately change my attitude to the attitude she would have; always looking on the positive side of things. It will all work out. I miss her SO SO SO much and wish she could be here right now seeing everyone grow up and acheive many great things, but at the same time, I know she is where she belongs. I know she is doing much good in Heaven with her sweet Jim. And I am sure she is right here with us, watching us all grow and progress, cheering us on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful for the knowledge that Families Can Be Together Forever. It gives me that little extra push to do a little more, and be a little better so that I can be with the ones I love FOREVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love and Miss you Grandma Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-2859030772526723906?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/2859030772526723906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=2859030772526723906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/2859030772526723906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/2859030772526723906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-year.html' title='One Year...'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-5666025454554613071</id><published>2009-06-28T21:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:14:46.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;"When I was a young man in high school, one of my passions was American football. I played middle linebacker. The coach worked the team hard, teaching us the basics. We practiced until the skills became natural and automatic. During one play against our biggest rival, I had an experience that has helped me over the years. We were on defense. I knew my assigned opponent, and as the play unfolded, he moved to my right into the line of scrimmage. There was a lot of noise from players and fans. I reacted as the coach had taught us and followed my man into the line, not knowing if he had the ball. To my surprise, I felt the ball partially in my hands. I gave it a tug, but my opponent didn’t let go. As we tugged back and forth, amid all the noise I heard a voice yelling, “Packer, tackle him!” That was enough to bring me to my senses, so I dropped him on the spot. I have wondered how I heard that voice above all the other noise. I had become acquainted with the voice of the coach during the practices, and I had learned to trust it. I knew that what he taught worked."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;-Elder Allan F. Packer-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I have been thinking a lot about prayer lately and how I can make my prayers more sincere. I love this story and how much it symbolizes prayer and our relationship with our Heavenly Father. Our Heavenly Father has worked us hard and has taught us the basics. Our rival is Satan, and we know how to beat him. Even with all the noise of the world. We need to remember what we have been taught.  I love how Packer was acquainted to the voice of the coach and he heard him above all the noise of the crowd and he trusted it. I have been working on my relationship with my Father in Heaven and have started to begin seeing his hand in my life, and hearing his promptings. It is because I have practiced with him, and now recognize and trust what he tells me or asks me to do. I am so grateful for prayer and for the promptings I get and continue to progress and get better at my personal prayers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-5666025454554613071?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/5666025454554613071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=5666025454554613071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5666025454554613071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/5666025454554613071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/06/sundays-food-for-thought_28.html' title='Sundays Food For Thought'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-9067920845238307794</id><published>2009-06-21T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:08:50.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I was reading and looking through one of my journals I found this quote and it really stood out to me. It is exactly what I needed to hear as a young single adult woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I testify that no one of us is less treasured or cherished of God than another. I testify that he loves each of us-- insecurities, anxieties, self-image, and all. He doesn't measure our talents or our looks;... He cheers on every runner, calling out that the race is against sin, not against each other. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Elder Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, thought I would just share a little blip of what I have been thinking about. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-9067920845238307794?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/9067920845238307794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=9067920845238307794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/9067920845238307794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/9067920845238307794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/06/sundays-food-for-thought_21.html' title='Sundays Food For Thought'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-8480669832460326697</id><published>2009-06-16T19:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:52:51.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Moment</title><content type='html'>Okay, So yesterday at work a little 3 year old made my day. After this one moment, I couldn't stop smiling. So here is what happened. I was over by the bathroom at Macey's sweeping up a little mess when a little girl came up to me. She said, " hey, hey. I am going in the bathroom, when you hear the potty flush can you open the door, it is too heavy for me and I don't want to get stucked in the bathroom." I thought it was so cute how she put it. But that isn't the end of my story. After I was done sweeping, my hands were a little dirty, so I decided to go into the bathroom to wash my hands, when I heard this same little girl singing. She was in the stall just singing. I couldn't make out any words, but it was just a bunch of la la's and ba ba's. Even though I was in the bathroom, she didn't even mind. She was going to sing her little heart out while going to the bathroom. It kind of reminded me of Monster's Inc. when Boo is singing in the bathroom. Well, she was done going to the bathroom, I heard the toilet flush, she came out, washed her hands and then I let her out of the bathroom. She went out the door said "thank you miss" and skipped off to her mom. That little moment made my day and I am still smiling about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the littlem moments that happen everyday that just make life so much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-8480669832460326697?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8480669832460326697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=8480669832460326697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8480669832460326697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8480669832460326697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-moment.html' title='Cute Moment'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4891916519280266807</id><published>2009-06-14T17:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:32:18.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be Still My Soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;&lt;br /&gt;With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.&lt;br /&gt;Leave to thy God to order and provide;&lt;br /&gt;In ev'ry change he faithful will remain.&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heav'nly Friend&lt;br /&gt;Thru thorny ways leads to a joyful end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake&lt;br /&gt;To guide the future as he has the past.&lt;br /&gt;Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;&lt;br /&gt;All now mysterious shall be bright at last.&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know&lt;br /&gt;His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: The hour is hast'ning on&lt;br /&gt;When we shall be forever with the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,&lt;br /&gt;All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I haven't written anything about my Grandma since before she died. Lately I have heard this song everywhere and I am not sure why. Last sunday we sang it in church every meeting, Then someone did a special musical number at ward prayer and sang this song. This sunday we sang it again in sacrament meeting, and then Brianna did it as her musical moment in Relief Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I miss my Grandma a lot and it is hard for me to express how much I miss her.  I love this song. It is one of my favorites because of the message it tells us. Brianna, Shelby, and I sang this song at my Grandma's Funeral. It was one thing that reminded me that I am not the only one feeling the way I was during that time. Even though I knew my family was sad, it also reminded me that the Lord has felt this way too, and that I could turn to the Lord and he would be by my side during this trial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I am grateful I have heard this song so many times in the past week because I have been struggling a little bit lately with a lot of things. It is hard. Life is hard. I love the last line of the first verse " Through thorny ways, leads to a joyful end."  All of our trials will end for our better. Our end of our trials will be joyful, and we will be so much stronger. I have seen it in my life and in the life of others. I am so grateful to know that during my trials, I just need to remember this simple truth and they will be so much easier. This line also reminds me of a rose or the beautiful rainbow I saw the other day after the huge rainstorm. Roses and Thorns grow together. Hard times will only make us better and stronger people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;This song is just full of Hope. The line in the second verse also catches my attention. " Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; all now mysterious shall be bright at last."  and then finally, the last line of the last verse.  "Be still my soul, when change and tears are past, all safe and blessed we shall meet at last." If I remain faithful and remember God in my life, If I remember the Lord atoned for my sins, and for my pains and sorrows, I will be able to live with the Lord Forever, and I will be able to see my Grandma again and live with my family forever! I look forward to the day when I will be reunited with the Lord and with my family.  Because I know that families are forever, I strive even more to do the things the Lord would have me do, and to fill my life with the things that are good. I will endure to the end, because I know that life can only get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4891916519280266807?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4891916519280266807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4891916519280266807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4891916519280266807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4891916519280266807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/06/sundays-food-for-thought_14.html' title='Sundays Food For Thought'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-8668058925497073300</id><published>2009-06-07T18:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:59:26.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never alone&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Hilary Weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did this happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what’s happened to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And heaven were you watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were you watching over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause the way I’ve been feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I’m feeling so alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you hear this prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I’m not alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to know you’re there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need something to hold on to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need someone who will care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carry me home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Carry me through somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make sense of this pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And show me the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause when the darkness comes I’m a prisoner to my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I’m listening, the doubt is all I hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I reach for your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And feel you reaching back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the light returns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I begin to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soul can feel the mercy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the love in your flesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I let go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And turn all the hurt and sorrow over to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The burden is light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trusting I find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the storms roll in and the winds of change may blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you let them come so that I can learn and grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I reach for your hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel you  reaching back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that’s how I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am never alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-8668058925497073300?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/8668058925497073300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=8668058925497073300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8668058925497073300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/8668058925497073300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/06/sundays-food-for-thought.html' title='Sunday&apos;s food for thought'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-1764829307295876849</id><published>2009-05-31T23:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:30:31.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion and Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am serving as the Relief Society Secretary in my Singles ward right now.  We, as the presidency were asked to speak in church today. So here is my talk on Compassion and Kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many victims, badgered and broken, cry in vain for a touch of kindness and compassion but don’t know where to find it. I think we have all felt this way sometime in our lives. Badgered and broken. I surely have. I know, for me, I have felt this way because at that moment, I think I forget who I am, and why I am here. I forget my purpose. I found these words, from President Faust that I really reminded me of why we are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“I salute you young people as chosen, special spirits who have been reserved to come forth in this generation. You have great challenges. I hope you are beginning to achieve in some special way. Perhaps it is your smile, your personality, or your ability to lift others. Perhaps you are discovering you talent as an athlete, scholar, musician, artist, or in a hundred different areas.  These accomplishments may cause you to think about who you really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many [people] measure their self-worth solely in terms of their talent and accomplishments instead of who they really are inside. It is not always true that the more you achieve, the happier you will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God knows you and what you can become because He has known you from the beginning when you were His spirit sons and daughters. What you become will depend in large measure upon how you follow righteous principles and do good works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If we really want to feel better about ourselves, we should do deeds of kindness. Kindness shapes our character and makes us more like our Father in Heaven.  Great satisfaction can come in helping the poor, the sick, the elderly, or others who have special needs.  Look around you; there are all kinds of opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Being friendly to our neighbors and to people at school and at church is a great way to show the lord that we want to keep the covenant we made at baptism. “ to bear on another’s burdens, that they may be light” (Mosiah 18:8). So many people are shy or lonely and need a kind word or smile. Lifting others is the way of the Master. So who do you think your are? Knowing who you are-- who you really are-- is closely tied to knowing God, for you are His children.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We are all children of God. We all have that in common and we are to help each other return to Him in exaltation. We are to help those who are badgered and broken, we are to be kind to each other and lift each other up. We need to acquire the gift of compassion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have been reading the book “Standing For Something” by Gordon B. Hinckley which has many great stories and quotes in it. I found this one in it that I really liked. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said paul to the Romans, “We then that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of the weak.” and then he added these significant words, “and not to please ourselves (Romans 15:1) We have an obligation to assist one another, to build one another. No one of us is perfect; we have all made mistakes. Each of us occasionally needs to be disciplined and instructed.  But such feedback ought to be offered in a spirit of correcting, helping, and strengthening. Can we not support each other? Teach one another? And encourage and praise those with whom we come in contact?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine how our own families, let alone the world, would change if we vowed to keep faith with one another, strengthen one another, look for and accentuate the virtues in one another, and speak graciously concerning one another. Imagine the cumulative effect if we treated each other with respect and acceptance, if we willingly provided support. Such interactions practiced on a small scale would surely have a rippling effect throughout our homes and communities and, eventually, society at large.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gordon B Hinckley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn’t this so true? It is amazing how one small act of kindness, one smile, or hug, can make such a big difference in one persons life, which will, eventually spread to others, and eventually the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the meridian of time, when Jesus walked the dusty pathways of the Holy Land, Christ often spoke in parables. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke 10:30-37 is where you find the parable of the good Samaritan which I think is one of the best examples of compassion. It reads:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And he said, he that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, go, and do thou likewise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How can we be like Christ? How can we follow his counsel “go, and do thou likewise.”? The definition of compassion is: Deep awareness of the suffering of another with the wish to relieve it  We have no way of knowing when our privilege to extend a helping hand will unfold before us. The road to Jericho that each of us travels bears no name, and the weary traveler who needs our help may be one unknown. But we can pray and be prepared, and always willing to help lift those in need. To have a deep awareness of the suffering of another, and truly wish to relieve it.  We can always ask for opportunities to make a persons day better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would like you guys to think about this. Who is my neighbor? Whom do I know right now who could be blessed by my compassion? What can I do to help this person? When can I start? Pray to our heavenly father and ask him who you can help, who is in need of your compassion and kindness, and how you can help them. I know that you will get an answer, and you will be able to help them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to wrap up with this quote by Gordon B. Hinckley. He says this in his book “Standing for Something”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For many years, there was a sign on the wall of a shoe shop I patronized that read: “I complained because I had no shoes until I saw a man who had no feet.” the most effective medicine for the sickness of self-pity is to lose ourselves in the service of others. The best antidote I know for worry is work, the best cure for weariness is the challenge of helping someone who is even more tired. One of the great ironies of life is this: He or she who serves almost always benefits more than he or she who is served. Strong hands and determined wills can improve the world and the condition of its people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;May we remember who we are, and what our purpose is on this earth. There is always someone who can use our help to return to back to our Heavenly Father. May we look our for those in need of our kindness and compassion and just remember that we are all children of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would just like to end with my testimony that I know this church is true. I know it. I am so grateful for it and don’t know where I would be without it. I know that the lord works through other people to help us return to Him. I am so grateful for the knowledge that we have a Heavenly Father that will never leave us alone. To know that I can pray to him whenever and wherever I am, and he will listen. I know when we pray we will always receive an answer. It may not be the answer we wanted, or when we wanted it, but we will receive one. We just need to be ready for it. I know, and am so grateful for the knowledge, that families can be together forever. That I will be able to see my grandma’s and grandpa again. I know that the Atonement is a reality and that Christ suffered for our sins so we could live with him again. He is the ultimate example of compassion. Once again, I know this church is true. And I say these things, in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-1764829307295876849?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1764829307295876849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=1764829307295876849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1764829307295876849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1764829307295876849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/05/compassion-and-kindness.html' title='Compassion and Kindness'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-6438561092668232548</id><published>2009-05-18T22:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:00:05.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7mN8NmFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MqHs24nyFYw/s1600-h/176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337394036150736978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7mN8NmFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MqHs24nyFYw/s320/176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful Shot of the Provo Temple. I never have really thought the Provo Temple was one of the prettiest temples, but now that I live near it and can go there whenever I want, I have come to love it and find more and more beautiful things about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7lzyMxAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mlz9C3Pmcxc/s1600-h/174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337394029129417730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7lzyMxAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mlz9C3Pmcxc/s320/174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bloomed Yellow Tulip. (Yes, I did take this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7lldIZUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3vzY1Wj1nqU/s1600-h/161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337394025282954562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7lldIZUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3vzY1Wj1nqU/s320/161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; White Tulips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7lod8FcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-6wyShI_Jos/s1600-h/153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337394026091648450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7lod8FcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-6wyShI_Jos/s320/153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red Tulips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7lTW1C5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/H1FKBQtzeg0/s1600-h/151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337394020424682386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7lTW1C5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/H1FKBQtzeg0/s320/151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red Tulip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay okay, so I know I haven't written on my blog for a really really long time, but look, here I am writing! Yay for me and remembering that I actually had a blog! okay. so what's new with me?&lt;br /&gt;*So I passed all of my classes this semester, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;*I still am living away from home with my freakin awesome roomates.&lt;br /&gt;*Brianna and I still share a room and we still can handle eachother.&lt;br /&gt;*I realized how nice it is to actually sleep in until noon&lt;br /&gt;*I am loving the free lazy time where I don't have to worry about which assignment I am procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;*And I am loving being me!&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways. Here is a real post. I love being outside when the sun is shining and the grass is just calling my name to lie down on it! Yesterday was Beautiful! I decided to go to the Provo Temple Grounds and just read. I was so beautiful, quiet, and peaceful. I think this may become a sunday tradition. Well, I also took pictures and here are a bunch of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot how much I love taking pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI555qFN0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/VEq_i4CIK-Q/s1600-h/122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337392175280109378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI555qFN0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/VEq_i4CIK-Q/s320/122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in the grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI55hf5K2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Bt4-Lffhgm0/s1600-h/112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337392168794925922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI55hf5K2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Bt4-Lffhgm0/s320/112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful view from the hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI55aNFFeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KulzBWB_9Dg/s1600-h/109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337392166836966882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI55aNFFeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KulzBWB_9Dg/s320/109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun shining through the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI55KJy6wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sX6jAQpxC8o/s1600-h/105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337392162528226050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI55KJy6wI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sX6jAQpxC8o/s320/105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Beautiful Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI547S7D0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tpeFKOAmKxQ/s1600-h/104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337392158539976514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI547S7D0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tpeFKOAmKxQ/s320/104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI628dUfFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vSx0kVsfL34/s1600-h/176.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot of the Temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-6438561092668232548?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6438561092668232548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=6438561092668232548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6438561092668232548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6438561092668232548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-me.html' title='Update on me!'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/ShI7mN8NmFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MqHs24nyFYw/s72-c/176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-7156326494073136137</id><published>2009-03-08T22:28:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:56:45.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!! long time, no blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow it has been a really really long time since I have blogged. A lot has been going on and I have been really busy with a lot of things. I still live at Raintree and I am loving it. I love my ward! I feel so welcome and feel the love in the ward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311043386947976722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SbSd0kG4vhI/AAAAAAAAADE/Hi3OH1C6_W0/s320/FHE+fam+academy+awards.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is my part of my FHE family in my ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have made many friends, and us as roomates are bonding a ton. I feel a lot closer to them as if we are family than I did last semester. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311044689655870802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SbSfAZEptVI/AAAAAAAAADU/YdXqBhFCP_s/s320/academy+awards+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are my roomies( Minus Brittany)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna (cousin) moved in with me and we have the coolest room in the UNIVERSE!!! we did bunk beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311045225393860210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SbSffk2irnI/AAAAAAAAADc/6e-DPYiiFyc/s320/kissy+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311045966345772946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SbSgKtHPn5I/AAAAAAAAADk/aDqujV8DEkg/s320/100_1092.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Freakin' Awesome Beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311046258679540866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SbSgbuJC7II/AAAAAAAAADs/5FcBeoLJui8/s320/100_1095.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;One Wall of our room!&lt;/p&gt;I am still majoring in Elementary Education, But I am not even close to being done. I probably still have three years of schooling. I have been thinking a lot about going on a mission which will mess my schooling up a lot, but I know I will be blessed if I do what the Lord has planned for me. If a mission is what He has planned for me, I will go on a mission. I have been called as the Relief Society Secretary in my ward which was a little overwhelming at first, but is now my favorite calling I have ever had. I enjoy working with the three sisters I work with. They are all such good examples to me and I want to be just like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning a lot here. I am having so many experiences I don't think I would ever have If I still lived at home and I am so grateful for the lessons I am learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remind me to blog and I will do it more often! I have a bad memory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-7156326494073136137?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7156326494073136137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=7156326494073136137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7156326494073136137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7156326494073136137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-long-time-no-blog.html' title='WOW!!! long time, no blog.'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SbSd0kG4vhI/AAAAAAAAADE/Hi3OH1C6_W0/s72-c/FHE+fam+academy+awards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-3084786263042282321</id><published>2008-10-13T17:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:24:48.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry on Steroids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SPPYQjR-QjI/AAAAAAAAACs/_BJktI3JRAM/s1600-h/100_0969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256782968931631666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SPPYQjR-QjI/AAAAAAAAACs/_BJktI3JRAM/s320/100_0969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SPPX9WJWYzI/AAAAAAAAACk/S8dSPZ2UPQY/s1600-h/100_0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256782638988288818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SPPX9WJWYzI/AAAAAAAAACk/S8dSPZ2UPQY/s320/100_0973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SPPXiyoUU8I/AAAAAAAAACc/_vGwUvfDq18/s1600-h/100_0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256782182777902018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SPPXiyoUU8I/AAAAAAAAACc/_vGwUvfDq18/s320/100_0965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at work the other day and wanted some stawberries. I saw this package with a big on in it and opened it to look at it and it was ginormous!! So I bought it! This is it in the package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SPPWsj6JHdI/AAAAAAAAACU/R7Lm5EHv2RU/s1600-h/100_0966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256781251113197010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SPPWsj6JHdI/AAAAAAAAACU/R7Lm5EHv2RU/s320/100_0966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me holding it! Look at it. It is bigger than my mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-3084786263042282321?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/3084786263042282321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=3084786263042282321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3084786263042282321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/3084786263042282321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/10/strawberry-on-steroids.html' title='Strawberry on Steroids'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SPPYQjR-QjI/AAAAAAAAACs/_BJktI3JRAM/s72-c/100_0969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-7101613383214388317</id><published>2008-09-11T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:23:59.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma LaJoy Dove Simmons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SMnuzEutGMI/AAAAAAAAACM/wMsGMHOq7o4/s1600-h/Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244985802260027586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SMnuzEutGMI/AAAAAAAAACM/wMsGMHOq7o4/s320/Cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;December 26, 1934-September 8, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-7101613383214388317?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/7101613383214388317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=7101613383214388317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7101613383214388317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/7101613383214388317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/09/grandma-lajoy-dove-simmons.html' title='Grandma LaJoy Dove Simmons'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SMnuzEutGMI/AAAAAAAAACM/wMsGMHOq7o4/s72-c/Cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-1496182244172706694</id><published>2008-09-04T23:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:48:21.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma is moving on. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SMDDni8BndI/AAAAAAAAACE/jK0OUkRDn7U/s1600-h/Insane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242405050420141522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SMDDni8BndI/AAAAAAAAACE/jK0OUkRDn7U/s320/Insane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma is in her last days now. . . I have been pondering about death for a long time now. I guess in the worlds eye it's not a happy thing for someone to die because it usually means the end, but in heaven's eye it is a wonderful thing. It is good for her I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited her today which pretty much consisted of sitting next to her holding her hand, keeping her comfortable , giving her water, and making sure she was doing all right.  We occasionally talked to her but she was pretty much asleep all the time.  When she was not asleep, she was staring at the ceiling with a glassy look in her eyes. When she would stare she stared in the same exact spot.  We were curious about what or who she was seeing. She really only responds to yes or no questions so we asked her if she was seeing Grandpa Jim. She nodded yes. We then realized that she literally is halfway in this world and halfway in the spirit world speaking with her loved ones which have passed away before her. She is slowly preparing to leave us on this earth and reunite with those in the next life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been such a sad thing to me for a long time even up to earlier today. I knew I would see her again and that death isn't the end, but I didn't realize that we are not the only ones that who want to see her. What about her husband, parents, siblings, cousins, and other good friends who have passed away? How long has it been since they last saw her? They are anticipating the day or hour when they will finally meet with her again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess dying is kinda like going on a long trip or a mission. When you leave your family to go on the mission it is like leaving the pre-mortal life and coming to this earth. When you are done with your mission, it is as if you are done on this earth, or you physically die. When you get off a mission there are so many people at "home" like family waiting for you to return, but the people you met and impacted on your mission want you to stay, but know that you have to leave. They are sad you have to leave even though they have the knowledge that leaving is what's best. Just like on this earth, when people die or get closer to death, we want so bad for them to stay, but there are people waiting for them to come "home" who miss them just as much as we will. When we are through with our mission on this earth, our loved ones who have died will be waiting to embrace us as we come "home." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I will definitely miss my Grandma Joy, but she will be waiting for me when it is my turn to return home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now at somewhat of a peace about this whole death thing because I have now gained more of an understanding of it. When I was sitting at Darcy and Vikki's house with my grandma, I started reading the booklet from what the hospis gives the family to help them better understand the death process. I wrote a couple things down which have helped me be more at peace about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DYING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with eachother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then someone at my side says: "There, She is gone!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gone where?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: "There, She is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "here she comes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Henry Van Dyke--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why this is so comforting to me, but I think it is because it has put it into perspective for me. I definitely love my grandma and definitely cannot promise I will not cry, but I think I will be crying happy tears for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-1496182244172706694?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1496182244172706694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=1496182244172706694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1496182244172706694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1496182244172706694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/09/grandma-is-moving-on.html' title='Grandma is moving on. :('/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SMDDni8BndI/AAAAAAAAACE/jK0OUkRDn7U/s72-c/Insane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-959484721047105370</id><published>2008-08-24T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:05:56.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on me</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not updated about me in a long time. . . Here it goes. . . I am moving out in less than 12 hours!!! That's all I have to say. . . oh wait, one more thing................. WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-959484721047105370?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/959484721047105370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=959484721047105370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/959484721047105370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/959484721047105370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-on-me.html' title='Update on me'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-6307294629731196796</id><published>2008-08-14T01:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:50:42.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I can't go to sleep? Yes, It is almost 2 in the morning and I am still awake. . . I don't understand why, when I want to stay up and do stuff like read a book, or watch a movie, I always fall asleep in the process.  But when I actually want to go to bed earlier than usual, (11:00) I can't. . . It is driving me crazy!!! I have been laying in bed with my eyes shut for almost 3 hours now and haven't even dozed off for a second. So I am on my computer and watching TV trying to make myself tired. . . It doesn't seem to be working. . . And I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.  I am going to LAGOON! and now, I am going to lagoon on no sleep. . . I think I am going to be a tad bit tired tomorrow. well, time to try sleeping again.  Wish me luck. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-6307294629731196796?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/6307294629731196796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=6307294629731196796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6307294629731196796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/6307294629731196796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-188742103279985735</id><published>2008-08-06T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:12:58.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE FIVE FIVE FIVE FIVE</title><content type='html'>Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each player answers the questions themselves. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;the&gt;5 things to do on todays list. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get ready for day&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to institute&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean room&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat food&lt;br /&gt;5. Help Mom with relief society retreat stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five snacks I enjoy. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CHEESE!&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. Crackers&lt;br /&gt;4. Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;5. Strawberry and banana SOBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five things I would do if I were a Millionare. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tithing&lt;br /&gt;2. buy a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;3. buy clothes&lt;br /&gt;4. buy a house&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy a private plane and travel the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 places I have lived. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. By Scera theatre in orem&lt;br /&gt;2. in my current home&lt;br /&gt;3. Moving to Provo&lt;br /&gt;4. My imagination&lt;br /&gt;5. My bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tag. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Kim&lt;br /&gt;3. Marissa&lt;br /&gt;4. Brianna&lt;br /&gt;5. Janet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-188742103279985735?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/188742103279985735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=188742103279985735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/188742103279985735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/188742103279985735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/08/five-five-five-five-five.html' title='FIVE FIVE FIVE FIVE FIVE'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-1778331183107028668</id><published>2008-08-05T00:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:16:45.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia</title><content type='html'>I went and saw the new Movie Mamma Mia the other day and fell in love with it. . . If you like musicals, and you like ABBA music, you will love this movie. . . It is a little cheesey in some parts, but it is so so so so cute!!! I loved it and recommend it to anyone who likes cute movies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-1778331183107028668?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/1778331183107028668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=1778331183107028668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1778331183107028668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/1778331183107028668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/08/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-34990536461471524</id><published>2008-07-26T11:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:33:36.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Reader</title><content type='html'>I just added google reader today and found it to be AMAZING!!!! If you don't have it and you have a ton of blogs, you definitely need to add it.  It tells you if there are updated blogs from all the blogs you keep up to date with. . . all I have to say is it is amazing and you need to check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-34990536461471524?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/34990536461471524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=34990536461471524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/34990536461471524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/34990536461471524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/07/google-reader.html' title='Google Reader'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4928497207532288791</id><published>2008-07-25T00:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:47:32.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Woman!!! contd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SIlxDHonsYI/AAAAAAAAABA/1Blpp5XJOJE/s1600-h/100_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226833140943139202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SIlxDHonsYI/AAAAAAAAABA/1Blpp5XJOJE/s320/100_0763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;So Here is my new car!!!!! it is awesome and it's name shall be ST. Louie JR. since my other car was old ST. Louie &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226835320284146338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SIlzB-UAaqI/AAAAAAAAABg/_jnt-F4kN7s/s320/100_0764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And my totally freakin awesome new hair do! do do do do da da da!!!! I love it! I was growing my hair out, but then I gave up. . . But it was pretty long, the&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SIlyjf6H3HI/AAAAAAAAABY/lhJY348RJYU/s1600-h/100_0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226834796726443122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SIlyjf6H3HI/AAAAAAAAABY/lhJY348RJYU/s320/100_0766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y cut about 7 or 8 inches off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4928497207532288791?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4928497207532288791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4928497207532288791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4928497207532288791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4928497207532288791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-woman-contd.html' title='A New Woman!!! contd.'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUPzG72ryP0/SIlxDHonsYI/AAAAAAAAABA/1Blpp5XJOJE/s72-c/100_0763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4695327231490925717</id><published>2008-07-24T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:03:18.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How many have my name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4695327231490925717?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4695327231490925717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4695327231490925717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4695327231490925717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4695327231490925717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-many-have-my-name.html' title='How many have my name?'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-214649016021704557</id><published>2008-07-24T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:32:30.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new woman!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I feel like a completely new person.  I chopped my hair off, I got a new car, and I am moving out in a month!!!!I am so excited to experience a completely different lifestyle. . . the life of a college student! I will post pictures of my hair and my car later. . . Maybe, If I ever get to it. (I am a little bit of a procrastinator:) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-214649016021704557?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/214649016021704557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=214649016021704557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/214649016021704557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/214649016021704557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-woman.html' title='A new woman!!!!'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223379019693275413.post-4222685590007789144</id><published>2008-07-03T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:58:57.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrated to Blogger</title><content type='html'>I decided I needed to move on from windows live to blogger.  You can do so much more with blogger.  Hopefully I keep up with this because I have failed in the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2223379019693275413-4222685590007789144?l=ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/feeds/4222685590007789144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2223379019693275413&amp;postID=4222685590007789144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4222685590007789144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2223379019693275413/posts/default/4222685590007789144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighbartlettbacon.blogspot.com/2008/07/migrated-to-blogger.html' title='Migrated to Blogger'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07938289331319082123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-97bK7FG3nNE/Tk_wgyjGUdI/AAAAAAAACF8/RJovg2zGYKE/s220/291966_10150405603928054_676673053_9630333_7507526_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
