<?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-7400712357255760065</id><updated>2011-12-15T09:26:19.002-08:00</updated><category term='Honest'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='movies'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='events'/><category term='bentley'/><category term='MAC'/><category term='help'/><category term='donnie'/><category term='idol'/><category term='BareMinerals'/><category term='charity'/><category term='issues'/><category term='Addiction'/><category term='marc jacobs'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Dinner'/><category term='Purchases'/><category term='my life'/><category term='work'/><category term='forever 21'/><category term='friends'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='extensions'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='blair'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='camera'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='gossip girl'/><category term='livejournal'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='rants'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='FSU'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Monday'/><category term='finishline'/><category term='nicole richie'/><category term='make-up'/><category term='nike'/><category term='color'/><category term='wants'/><category term='Chanel'/><category term='love'/><category term='chuck'/><category term='donations'/><title type='text'>Forever Ash</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-3855820741610489179</id><published>2011-12-15T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:26:19.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start...Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xyK_1_yXzY/Tuosyvgzz1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/7qFsh8BjslY/s1600/43276846388932585_mOupzjlQ_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686406729767833426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xyK_1_yXzY/Tuosyvgzz1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/7qFsh8BjslY/s400/43276846388932585_mOupzjlQ_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[ &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/43276846388932585/#"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Back. I went back to my LiveJournal account because I wanted to become private but now I am wanting to take a different approach and have a brand new start. I am still living in Orlando. Enjoying being single. About to become a proud parent of a Malti-Pom(Maltese Pomeranian) named Lola Bean. Starting a new part-time job at Hooters. I am excited to share all of my new journeys online again. Hope that I am welcomed back with open arms :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-3855820741610489179?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/3855820741610489179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2011/12/fresh-startagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/3855820741610489179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/3855820741610489179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2011/12/fresh-startagain.html' title='Fresh Start...Again.'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xyK_1_yXzY/Tuosyvgzz1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/7qFsh8BjslY/s72-c/43276846388932585_mOupzjlQ_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-5893677438370858908</id><published>2010-02-18T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:58:57.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Weekend: Boats&amp;VIP in SoBe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S31fn89BfcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0uQLimYVPAI/s1600-h/x2_acd3ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439609064915041730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S31fn89BfcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0uQLimYVPAI/s400/x2_acd3ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When will the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;debauchery&lt;/strong&gt; end? I will keep this short and sweet because the weekend was a total wreck. To sum it up I will just make a bullet list. &lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boat show at the Miami Beach Convention Center&lt;/strong&gt; w/ Donnie and his frat brothers. [the only girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; what fun!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donnie has no money &amp;amp; the money he does have he spends on shirts that look exactly the same [my boyfriend is a real winner] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIP at Mansion on South Beach&lt;/strong&gt;- I pass out from alcohol consumption and "ruin" Donnie's night. Shouldn't he know by now not to give me alcohol and then piss me off? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donnie and I fight at the hotel until 6am. Words are said, who knows really though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt; ever, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive home to Orlando Monday morning and get a $155 dollar ticket for driving in the HOV lane. [I don't even know what that means...? Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FHP&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439607605858174706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S31eTBiwhvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/l8drlMrDado/s400/x2_acd067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439609070084074066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S31foQNaqlI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CP5gquuqQqA/s400/x2_ad0e6f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439607601467941842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S31eSxMC49I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GpNAtSt72MI/s400/x2_abe88a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All in all, I spent 500 dollars...for what? For Donnie to treat me like crap and apparently I am in the wrong. When am I going to learn that no matter what I do, I will never be good enough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Emooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;! On another note, my extensions are falling out and I am pretty upset about it, considering I am &lt;strong&gt;BROKE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am just looking forward to &lt;strong&gt;Miami Spring Break&lt;/strong&gt; in 20 days, maybe that trip will make up for last weekend. MAYBE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;enjoy the lovely blackberry photography which i uploaded to twitter, &lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD&lt;/strong&gt;, before I decided to lose my phone [i would put up the ones from facebook, but im at work right now, maybe later for my own documentation]. and i am not allowed to drink anymore, rule from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;donnie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grrreat&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/7400712357255760065-5893677438370858908?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/5893677438370858908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-boats-in-sobe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/5893677438370858908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/5893677438370858908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-boats-in-sobe.html' title='Weekend: Boats&amp;VIP in SoBe'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S31fn89BfcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0uQLimYVPAI/s72-c/x2_acd3ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-5012079992423536802</id><published>2010-02-10T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:03:07.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>EVENTS: Lauren Conrad Book Signing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orlandosentinel.com/media/alternatethumbnails/storylink/2010-02/52132962-09204339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.orlandosentinel.com/media/alternatethumbnails/storylink/2010-02/52132962-09204339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, Tuesday I woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; -excited because it was the day I was attending Lauren Conrad's book signing. Lame, I know. Well, considering I work a 8-5:30 job, I took my lunch break at 8:15 to be one of the first in line to get a wrist band to get my book signed by the "LC".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Low and behold I get the 2 hours early once I get off work and I am among around the 50t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; to get there, but no worries since I had the "preferred" wristband I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;escorted&lt;/span&gt; to one of the first to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.orlandosentinel.com/features_fashionblog/files/2010/02/Ldown2-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://blogs.orlandosentinel.com/features_fashionblog/files/2010/02/Ldown2-150x150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all that trouble, I find out there is no personalized book signing [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;, my autograph looks like it came already printed on the book], no pictures with Ms. Conrad, and about 2 seconds until I was rushed out of line. Which wouldn't have mattered anyways since I was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;starstruck&lt;/span&gt;, all the questions I wanted to ask her I just couldn't. I think if I were to open my mouth besides saying the word "hello", I would jumble them all up anyways. Awkward, let me tell you. The fact is though, I figured she would at least make at least one type of conversation. This proves my theory of her not really having a personality. Her fashion makes up for that though, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other than that, while I was waiting in line I was approached by the Orlando Sentinel [for&lt;a href="http://blogs.orlandosentinel.com/features_fashionblog/files/2010/02/Lsmile1-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://blogs.orlandosentinel.com/features_fashionblog/files/2010/02/Lsmile1-150x150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; those who don't know, it is the main newspaper in the city of Orlando]. Keep in mind, I am in anticipation for LC to come out and I have the same feeling I have in my stomach when I go to see Donnie. Nervous and definite butterflies. Well, she asked me if I would mind if she took pictures of me. At first I was like, "WHO IS THIS LADY???", then she introduced herself as the fashion writer for the Orlando Sentinel. She was covering the "Snapped!" section which features people on the street/or attending events of fashion she admires. The fact that she chose me was a total shock seeing as I had just left work and didn't feel all that fashionable. If you would like to check out me out the link is: &lt;a href="http://www.orlandosentinel.com/features/orl-snapped-orlando-fashion-pictures-051809,0,6481441.photogallery?index=orl-laurenc-3-20100210131351"&gt;Orlando Sentinel: Snapped!&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another plus of the night, I fell and slipped on the floor at Brio, probably the nicest restaurant I have every been to and got a free meal. SCORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.orlandosentinel.com/features_fashionblog/2010/02/the-hills-star-lauren-conrad-signs-book-charms-fans-in-winter-park.html"&gt;SOURCE [BECAUSE MY BLACKBERRY PLUS ME SHAKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EQUALS&lt;/span&gt; HORRIBLE PICTURES]&lt;/a&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/7400712357255760065-5012079992423536802?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/5012079992423536802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/events-lauren-conrad-book-signing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/5012079992423536802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/5012079992423536802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/events-lauren-conrad-book-signing.html' title='EVENTS: Lauren Conrad Book Signing'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-1601177678923002438</id><published>2010-02-08T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:15:42.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Tara&amp;Steve's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DR1u_UczI/AAAAAAAAAaM/LO1grrZ6AHE/s1600-h/wedding10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436075471313072946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DR1u_UczI/AAAAAAAAAaM/LO1grrZ6AHE/s400/wedding10.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Such a pretty day.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DR0430LFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vuJYZtej__w/s1600-h/weddin6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436075456786082898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DR0430LFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/vuJYZtej__w/s400/weddin6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Exiting out to their honeymoon.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DR0Bo3kcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Zid4WfI3oMY/s1600-h/weddin7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436075441959440834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DR0Bo3kcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Zid4WfI3oMY/s400/weddin7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[The Bride and the Groomsmen.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DRzs6XDsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-2cuOKXUPUU/s1600-h/wedding4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436075436395663042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DRzs6XDsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-2cuOKXUPUU/s400/wedding4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[The Bride and the Bridesmaids.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DRzN97sfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3PravQbda18/s1600-h/wedding8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436075428089147890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DRzN97sfI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3PravQbda18/s400/wedding8.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Steve freestyled a song for his vows, enter the waterworks.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DQR58t-pI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oWh4X0I0l7M/s1600-h/weddin5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436073756268034706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DQR58t-pI/AAAAAAAAAZk/oWh4X0I0l7M/s400/weddin5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Beautiful.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DOeViobRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/i7bsLc3hDJ8/s1600-h/wedding3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436071770809986322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DOeViobRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/i7bsLc3hDJ8/s400/wedding3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Ignore my face in this picture, I do the whole lip thing when I am drunk.]&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/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DOd31i7xI/AAAAAAAAAZM/od2L3mV-72Y/s1600-h/wedding2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436071762836254482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DOd31i7xI/AAAAAAAAAZM/od2L3mV-72Y/s400/wedding2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [There was alot of this going on.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DOdiY4H-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/CMWc_4Fuax4/s1600-h/wedding.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436071757078863842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DOdiY4H-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/CMWc_4Fuax4/s400/wedding.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Probably the best picture of us I found.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to post some pictures I found from the wedding I went to awhile back that I wore the dress from Lulu*s. &lt;a href="http://benkilpatrick.com/"&gt;Ben Kilpatrick Photography&lt;/a&gt; did this amazing work. Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://benkilpatrick.com/"&gt;SOURCE&lt;/a&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/7400712357255760065-1601177678923002438?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/1601177678923002438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/tara-wedding.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/1601177678923002438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/1601177678923002438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/tara-wedding.html' title='Tara&amp;Steve&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3DR1u_UczI/AAAAAAAAAaM/LO1grrZ6AHE/s72-c/wedding10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-2931993948202268532</id><published>2010-02-08T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:55:46.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donations'/><title type='text'>My Life-Sight &amp; Sole Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3BsI7w5ZCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qnyWLqE5sAQ/s1600-h/sss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435963650973721634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3BsI7w5ZCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qnyWLqE5sAQ/s400/sss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3BrB5pWxEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/5gKEBxnv67A/s1600-h/sss.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am participating in the Sight and Sole Walk for Lighthouse Central Florida, February 20, and collecting donations for the cause. If you would like to donate follow the link below for my donation page. It will give more information about the cause and the walk if you would like to participate as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley Adkins is trying to reach a goal for the Sight &amp;amp; Sole 2010 event.Please click or link over to our sponsorship page below to learn more!&lt;a href="http://lighthousecentralflorida.org/sponsorship.asp?RegistrationID=809"&gt;http://lighthousecentralflorida.org/sponsorship.asp?RegistrationID=809&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS.- Some Internet connections say that "there is a problem with the website's security certificate". If that is the case just click the bottom link that says "Continue to website" and it will direct you to the donation page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-2931993948202268532?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/2931993948202268532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life-sight-sole-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/2931993948202268532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/2931993948202268532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life-sight-sole-walk.html' title='My Life-Sight &amp; Sole Walk'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S3BsI7w5ZCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qnyWLqE5sAQ/s72-c/sss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-4976485732142787585</id><published>2010-02-04T12:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:16:20.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Birthday Girl--Ugh!</title><content type='html'>So, my birthday was Tuesday. What a drag. I hate birthdays, especially when I have to work the next morning and have to be up at 6 am. I thought I would share what I wore to work that day, my roommate dressed me because she wanted me to look more professional going to work, no fun. I think she did a good job though. [Again forgive my pictures, I used my blackberry :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434489059067646002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S2svAY15UDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iyBbkhEE7mI/s400/IMG00499-20100202-1322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I wore a black cardigan from F21[my closet], a XL shirt from New York and Co. [my roommate thought it was an XS, but we made it work] tied with a gray silk belt[improvised], patterned black tights[even though you can't tell], black platform heeled boots [roommates, a size too big, hurt so bad], and a little flowered head band to make me feel like I wasn't turning 22. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt;. Also, ignore my sick face I am making, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434491299247502418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S2sxCyKZNFI/AAAAAAAAAYk/sOGnJ4H2KLE/s400/IMG00502-20100202-1323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't you love my background scenery, Forever 21 dressing room, at its finest! Anyways, my birthday consisted of receiving a surprise present from my roommate at work while I was on lunch break shopping, gotta love her. Tabloid magazine, Self-Tanner, Bubble bath, and Body Butter from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ulta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434491696708372130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S2sxZ60cxqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/iwfaY-1z37o/s400/IMG00505-20100202-1545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also got an edible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arrangement&lt;/span&gt; from my mommy, and of course it was Hello Kitty themed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the remainder of my "i feel old as balls and have no life" birthday, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Guido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boy toy&lt;/span&gt; took me out to dinner and drinks, and that was it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-4976485732142787585?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/4976485732142787585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-girl-ugh.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/4976485732142787585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/4976485732142787585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/02/birthday-girl-ugh.html' title='Birthday Girl--Ugh!'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S2svAY15UDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iyBbkhEE7mI/s72-c/IMG00499-20100202-1322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-7584439247361622412</id><published>2010-01-29T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:17:15.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Ahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I have been M.I.A. lately! I have had alot of SURPISE visitors this week and have been super busy! I will be updating Sunday night when I get back from Gasparilla in Tampa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-7584439247361622412?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/7584439247361622412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7584439247361622412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7584439247361622412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh!'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-3488698323536035161</id><published>2010-01-19T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:13:52.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Obsession at The Moment: The Color Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1p3Bp7EpVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/w6_WHGbQK8Y/s1600-h/20081111160135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429783171065750866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1p3Bp7EpVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/w6_WHGbQK8Y/s320/20081111160135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RED WINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1p0fysfqEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-huRwrqWGMI/s1600-h/olsenfiles1_68914358_69458849_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429780390281717826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1p0fysfqEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-huRwrqWGMI/s320/olsenfiles1_68914358_69458849_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RED LIPSTICK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1p0EBBhazI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XjNe9V0lVMY/s1600-h/tumblr_kwkv8sAgwt1qzhcn7o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429779913091672882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1p0EBBhazI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XjNe9V0lVMY/s320/tumblr_kwkv8sAgwt1qzhcn7o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RED ALERT ROMANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1pysp7ONVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cbk4k_u6URI/s1600-h/tumblr_kpwiq7TFkn1qa13gio1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429778412242613586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1pysp7ONVI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cbk4k_u6URI/s400/tumblr_kpwiq7TFkn1qa13gio1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RED VELVET CAKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1aVYtJjWlI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4a7363zZrOw/s1600-h/Snow_White_in_Wonderland_by_duchesse_2_Guermante_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428690652510771794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1aVYtJjWlI/AAAAAAAAAW8/4a7363zZrOw/s400/Snow_White_in_Wonderland_by_duchesse_2_Guermante_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RED FLATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;source&lt;/a&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/7400712357255760065-3488698323536035161?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/3488698323536035161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/obsession-at-moment-color-red.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/3488698323536035161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/3488698323536035161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/obsession-at-moment-color-red.html' title='Obsession at The Moment: The Color Red'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1p3Bp7EpVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/w6_WHGbQK8Y/s72-c/20081111160135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-4220107939787076609</id><published>2010-01-19T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:11:16.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>My Life: MLK Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to go on record and say that I had an eventful weekend, but only a few things happened. Some good, some bad. Well not bad, but boring. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night, my friends Amanda and Logan came in town. So I traveled all the way downtown to my friend Reid's house and joined them on our journey to Church St. All I have to say about is Church St., is that it stole my heart. I wouldn't label myself as a huge party girl, but I love to go clubbing and go to the bars, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; YOUNG! I took some pictures on my blackberry, but they aren't that interesting nor good quality; I NEED A CAMERA BAD! My friend Amanda snapped some pictures on her camera but she has yet to put them online yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met Chad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ocho&lt;/span&gt;, the wide receiver from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/span&gt; Bengals, which got me starstruck since the only other person I have met was Chad Michael Murray on my eighth grade spring break, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. So that was pretty neat and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1Yk9-dIQ_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/dVj6KQ01hO0/s1600-h/IMG00328-20100115-2347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428567047997506546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1Yk9-dIQ_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/dVj6KQ01hO0/s320/IMG00328-20100115-2347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Me and Amanda in the car on the way to Church St.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1Yk9Qfz3eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pylvb7WYNtk/s1600-h/IMG00333-20100116-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428567035660721634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1Yk9Qfz3eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pylvb7WYNtk/s320/IMG00333-20100116-0042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; [Logan, Reid, &amp;amp; Olivia] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1Yk9BcDQKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/o4AbWlCiE5s/s1600-h/1263620082994.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428567031618420898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1Yk9BcDQKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/o4AbWlCiE5s/s320/1263620082994.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [Olivia &amp;amp; Me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; in the last two pictures is actually another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt; from Tallahassee. I was lounging at a club when I saw a group of girls sneaking in through a side gate and realized it was my friend Olivia. So random, but it was great running into her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday, Amanda and me woke up to the boys cooking us breakfast before they got ready to go golfing. So sweet, even though I felt like I was about to vomit that whole day. Oh, hangovers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the boys left for golfing, we decided to go catch a movie since I have free movie passes left over from a Christmas present from my mama. We went to go see "&lt;em&gt;The Lovely Bones", &lt;/em&gt;which just came out Friday? In my opinion, I didn't really enjoy it. The movie was just drawn out and did not end in a way that pleased me. But also this probably had to do with me being hungover and puking every half hour during.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1Yk9LSWPfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/oaSNtp6yD_g/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428567034262076914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1Yk9LSWPfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/oaSNtp6yD_g/s320/poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bing.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bingimages&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang decided against going out a second night in a row so we all stayed in and watch movies, which was fine with me. All the while I got Steak and Shake Frisco Melt with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Butterfinger&lt;/span&gt; milkshake. Makes everything okay! I totally forgot to get cheese on my fries though, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Hope came through Orlando on her way to Miami Sunday. She is on her way to attend flight attendant school, and boy do I wish her all the luck! She is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gunna&lt;/span&gt; come back through on her way back to Tallahassee to bring me my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rayban&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wayfayers&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; aviators from Donnie, THANK GOD! So can't wait for her to finish with flying colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend I stayed home being lazy around the house. The only bad thing about my weekend was that on my way home from Reid's house on Sunday I ran out of gas. Yes, I ran out of gas, and to top it off I was on the interstate! Triple A took 2 hours to come to my rescue, then made me pay $5 for the gas they put in my car. Great service guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428574428075828642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1YrrjY6paI/AAAAAAAAAWk/T8fwSYV0q78/s320/tumblr_kpvm35KbHG1qzaab4o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weheartit&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Start putting gas in your car. The yellow light means your tank is on E, woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-4220107939787076609?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/4220107939787076609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life-mlk-weekend.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/4220107939787076609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/4220107939787076609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-life-mlk-weekend.html' title='My Life: MLK Weekend'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1Yk9-dIQ_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/dVj6KQ01hO0/s72-c/IMG00328-20100115-2347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-2173086586941029921</id><published>2010-01-14T05:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:47:54.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><title type='text'>Camera Ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1aY8WQg5QI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8_ukBLK04IM/s1600-h/tumblr_kpyc23n7ou1qzw0czo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428694563376129282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1aY8WQg5QI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8_ukBLK04IM/s400/tumblr_kpyc23n7ou1qzw0czo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay guys, I need help. I have gone through a million digital cameras, and most of them were used for capturing moments with friends and events. Most of them were either stolen, broke, or the picture quality was horrible and I just didn't feel like exchanging it. I own a digital camera right now but lemme tell you, it is from like 1995. It takes only batteries and my blackberry has better picture quality than the ancient thing does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am asking bloggers to help with a camera that is more professional and can be use for mutiple purposes. I want to take photographs that are beautiful and pictures that capture life. I have seen many fashion blogs have great photo quality and I know it isn't from the regular digital camera you buy from walmart or target.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Any suggestions? I am not really looking at the price range but I would like to keep it under $500. Thanks guys!&lt;/p&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;ash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-2173086586941029921?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/2173086586941029921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/camera-ready.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/2173086586941029921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/2173086586941029921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/camera-ready.html' title='Camera Ready!'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S1aY8WQg5QI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8_ukBLK04IM/s72-c/tumblr_kpyc23n7ou1qzw0czo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-7497499405207126246</id><published>2010-01-12T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:48:54.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purchases'/><title type='text'>I have a shopping addiction. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what it is, but ever since I moved to Orlando I have adopted an addiction to shopping. It doesn't matter what it is, I will spend money on it. I honestly do not rake in enough money to support this, but it makes me really happy when purchasing things. So I am making a new post weekly on what I blew my money on. Feel free to tell me how retarded I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a shop today on my lunch break named &lt;a href="http://www.dresssweet.com/"&gt;Sweet Boutique&lt;/a&gt; in Downtown Orlando. After seeing their ads in local newspapers and on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; I decided it would be a cute little shop. Boy was I wrong! Not only was it a waste of my gas but the selection of clothes was just awful. Very cheaply made dresses and tops priced way too high. What is it with locally owned boutiques that sell poor quality fashion and charging ungodly amounts of money. Needless to say, I was not pleased and walked out of the store without a purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission at lunch today was to buy SOMETHING, as I have been feeling since yesterday a little down and out. So, I passed by an A&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;veda&lt;/span&gt; salon and figured I could get some advice from a stylist on some products for my hair. She gave me this detoxifying shampoo that hopefully it will treat my bright ass &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair and make it healthy again, I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S01AXDvy-uI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3F6un-1NdBA/s1600-h/6a00e554f8bcc48834010536cae34b970b-320pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426063890938264290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S01AXDvy-uI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3F6un-1NdBA/s400/6a00e554f8bcc48834010536cae34b970b-320pi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My hair dresser in Tallahassee always blew my hair out with this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Moroccan&lt;/span&gt; Oil stuff. It smells amazing and makes your hair feel so healthy and soft. A plus it also makes your hair super shiny! I would totally recommend it. I got a bottle of this today as well. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed from my last post my hair magically grew. Some call them extensions, I call it my weave. Anyways, this is one purchase I made a couple weeks ago that I do not regret. It cost more than rent but I have more self esteem than ever. I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get paid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I have made a list of things to blow my money on already: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Black Denali &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northface.com/"&gt;NorthFace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Jacket [Not stylish just comfort, and I have been dying for one]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tickets to the New Found Glory, Saves the Day, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HelloGoodbye&lt;/span&gt; show at House of Blues [Donnie and I are going &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-valentines day celebration]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make-up session with &lt;a href="http://lgcdinc.com/"&gt;Lena G&lt;/a&gt; [She did my extensions, my girl hooks it up]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;M.A.C. make-up [Trying to become a barbie, I need some make-up to become FIERCE]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hot pink Vogue dress from &lt;a href="http://www.lulus.com/"&gt;Lulu*s &lt;/a&gt;[For either Valentine's Day or my birthday]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thoughts on my future purchases????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-7497499405207126246?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/7497499405207126246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-shopping-addiction.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7497499405207126246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7497499405207126246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-shopping-addiction.html' title='I have a shopping addiction. . .'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S01AXDvy-uI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3F6un-1NdBA/s72-c/6a00e554f8bcc48834010536cae34b970b-320pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-4039468408169766014</id><published>2010-01-11T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:07:47.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donnie'/><title type='text'>Disastrous Vay-cay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425681674047027186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S0vkvG3rd_I/AAAAAAAAATE/JYIytkUYW5k/s320/tumblr_kvukhbmmWI1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" /&gt; As I have wrote about before on my blog, I have a never ending &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; with my ex-boyfriend, Donnie. Lately, since our vacation to Orlando in September [before I moved here], we have gotten a bit closer and more understanding of each other. We are slowly easing out of the stubborn stage and letting our feelings be known. That being said, it still doesn't resolve any of the constant issues that we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my friends and family think the reason I moved down to Orlando was to be closer to him, but to be completely honest I just wish I could start my new life without him. He is like a leech and just won't stop sucking all my energy. I can't cut him out of my life, I am addicted. Not to him as a person, just the thought of what could be if we were to grow the fuck up. I am done blaming him for our constant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt; and disrespect towards each other. I have noticed I act like I am better than him and so he shoots it back just as hard. I need to learn to not dish it out if I can't take the heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425683887587338258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S0vmv880KBI/AAAAAAAAATM/5ksWxfV2wVk/s320/17946_581807596504_75310465_33717207_1533755_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[This is not Donnie, but his frat brother Will and me from the weekend]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Moving on, the reason this topic was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; up, is because I took another trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. For some odd reason, we make an effort to see each other more than most long-distance couples. I usually have more fun with his frat brothers than I do with him down there but this trip was just ridiculous, I wish I would have never went. Oh well, no use dwelling on it though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dear 2010, please send me love. Or better version of my other half.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE MOMENT OF THE WEEKEND:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was having a conversation with one of Donnie's newest additions to his frat, Daniel. We were talking about school and what we were studying and what not. I had mentioned that I was going into  fashion mechandising and he told me how obsessed he was with fashion, the kid was amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me: So why did you join Sammy[The frat]?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daniel: Because purple is my favorite color[Frat color are purple and yellow].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me: Are you sure your not gay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Daniel: I'm not sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;[Drunk Daniel wanders off to enjoy an eventful night next to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425686263854504690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S0vo6RPDmvI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZtN-Xsiwjxc/s400/lizzie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet my friend Iggy. This silly little iguana decided to make a habitat out of my SUV Sunday morning. I thought it was dead, until Donnie realized on the way to the movies Sunday night it had moved. The thing freaked me out and Donnie was too much of a wuss to get the thing off of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vehicle&lt;/span&gt;. Long story short, somewhere on I-95 Iggy flew off. R.I.P. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Go see Youth in Revolt. It was so cute. And I am obsessed with everything &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sheene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Saunders wore, so 40s. Very Audrey Hepburn, who like Marilyn Monroe is one of my favorite fashion icons. Old Hollywood glam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I updated my wedding post &lt;a href="http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and halloween post &lt;a href="http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-wedding-woes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to check them out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;ash &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-4039468408169766014?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/4039468408169766014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/disastrous-vay-cay.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/4039468408169766014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/4039468408169766014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2010/01/disastrous-vay-cay.html' title='Disastrous Vay-cay'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S0vkvG3rd_I/AAAAAAAAATE/JYIytkUYW5k/s72-c/tumblr_kvukhbmmWI1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-3534709807380259590</id><published>2009-10-27T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:16:35.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>UPDATED-TRICK or TREAT</title><content type='html'>Halloween has got to be one of the only holidays I actually look forward to. Dressing up into something completely out of character always excites me. Honestly, what girl never dressed up as a pretty princess when they were little? As we grew, the princess act turned into a ballerina to a playboy bunny to our favorite TV show character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Throughout the years, I have been every "sexy" costume you could purchase from a costume shop. Although I would like to think that I have grown out of that phase and moved on to more unique costumes, they always hold a special place in my heart. That being said, I made my own not so sexy costume this year, which I won't update on until after Halloween. It just kills my excitement to get dressed before the actual day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397418674602936626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Sud7sBPEiTI/AAAAAAAAASg/NVq2pacUYKM/s400/hallcoll.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[vampire, if you couldn't tell]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Earlier this year, I attended one of my girlfriends 21st birthday party buses which was the theme of "vampires", of course. Not knowing what in the hell to wear I just wore some black,lace tunic I got from Forever 21 and paired it with an old red belt that I had to pin so it didn't look so sloppy. As for shoes, I wore some old,costume red pumps from Halloween a few years back, and I just went with it. Oh and I can't forget my 15 dollar fangs I purchased, that I inevitably swallowed by the end of the night. Yes, I will admit, in drunken oblivion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like I dressed as vampire as I could be, without of course looking pale, that's the only thing I refused to do. It is the WORST look on me and I had already messed up my smokey eye, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397416625789026930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Sud50wzxQnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Y0i3Pe6vocE/s400/hall2coll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;["sexy" sailor on the left, "sexy" 70s girl on the right] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I said before, my outfits have ranged from everything sexy, but I think it is the way you accessorize that make your costume. It takes alot of thought into what you put into your attire this very night. So, what is everyone else going to be this Halloween season??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424561833874213506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S0fqP1I2yoI/AAAAAAAAAS0/meqvl1IyxO8/s400/13363_573756685594_75310465_33465536_8077541_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE--1/8/2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This halloween had to be the worst halloween I have ever had in my whole life. I will remember next time to make a game plan on this amazing holiday. The only good thing was that people actually recognized who I was dressed up as! And if you have no clue, I was Sookie Stackhouse from Trueblood. I put it together all on my own. They had one on the HBO.com website but my version was definately better, and a whole lot cheaper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-3534709807380259590?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/3534709807380259590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/3534709807380259590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/3534709807380259590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='UPDATED-TRICK or TREAT'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Sud7sBPEiTI/AAAAAAAAASg/NVq2pacUYKM/s72-c/hallcoll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-2760474416935989176</id><published>2009-10-22T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:42:59.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>UPDATED-Fall Wedding Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this post will be short and sweet because I have an interview for the Orlando branch of my job tomorrow morning and I need to before PREPARED. By the way, it is a phone interview, so I cheated and wrote answers to all the questions I could think they would ask so I can be quick-like. Watch me still somehow screw it up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways the real reason I am making this post is because a wedding I am attending is in less than two weeks, November 7th. I have no clue what to wear especially with Florida's random weather being HOT one day and FREEZING the next. Our poor state can't make up which climate to be. Regardless, I want to wear a dress, and I am sure if it is cold I could always pair it with jacket and tights or leggings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to look good because there is a possibility my ex-boyfriend [Donnie] will be there and I have to look extra good. Not that I never fail at that, joking. The real reason is because the invite was addressed to both of us and he won't go with me because we are not together anymore, god does he have to ran on my parade 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;\Moving on, I have been searching the web and have found some choices, but honestly I would love it if ya'll would maybe help me out and be my voice of reason about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.lulus.com/images/large/AKbd8815nvyB.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, this is the only one I found so far. I am seriously about to pass out. So I guess this is only part one. This dress is from Lulus.com. The only thing I would worry about ordering this dress is the bust. Do girls with 34C do well in asymmetrical tops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATED 1/11/2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425691481892547490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S0vtp_8Ra6I/AAAAAAAAATk/61NkMCFB2d4/s320/15863_574500125734_75310465_33488422_5908731_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I ended up purchasing the dress from Lulus.com and I absolutely loved it. I got so many comments, but of course it was not my day. The bride was gorgeous and I wish I had brought my camera. I have known this couple since they started dating. Very many old school stories! It was the first wedding I have ever been to that I cried at. The groom whipped out his guitar for his vows and freestyled a song, so romantic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sorry I don't have any better pictures of my outfit. I paired it with Jessica Simpson cream colored peep-toes and a Jessica Simpson cream colored bracelet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S0vuArWqCgI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Xk_1L-DXjlY/s1600-h/15439_575040877064_75311511_33502136_5649770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425691871503059458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S0vuArWqCgI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Xk_1L-DXjlY/s400/15439_575040877064_75311511_33502136_5649770_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-2760474416935989176?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/2760474416935989176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-wedding-woes.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/2760474416935989176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/2760474416935989176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-wedding-woes.html' title='UPDATED-Fall Wedding Woes'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S0vtp_8Ra6I/AAAAAAAAATk/61NkMCFB2d4/s72-c/15863_574500125734_75310465_33488422_5908731_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-889884244045510517</id><published>2009-10-20T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:38:57.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Wildfox Couture- Fall 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/35040ty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; fangs are fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/skxh0i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/skxh0i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lace&amp;amp;patterned tights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/20j450o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/20j450o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vampire smile, so 90s with edge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/2mi4vmg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2mi4vmg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wide leg flares=love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/10xc4tx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/10xc4tx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/a3048h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/a3048h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; born to be wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.tinypic.com/2eq83fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2eq83fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blood red lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/9isoxy.png" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fall 2009 collection for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wildfox&lt;/span&gt; Couture has got me obsessing over every single piece of clothing and picture featured in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lookbook&lt;/span&gt;. Someone has to agree right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt; ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[photos courtesy of wildfoxcouture.com]&lt;/span&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/7400712357255760065-889884244045510517?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/889884244045510517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/wildfox-couture-fall-2009.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/889884244045510517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/889884244045510517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/wildfox-couture-fall-2009.html' title='Wildfox Couture- Fall 2009'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/35040ty_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-7185745549151766350</id><published>2009-10-19T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:05:55.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>Forever SICK!</title><content type='html'>I have been completely out of it since last Thursday. Always tired and lazy. I hate when I get that way. Since I haven't updated since last week, I might as well share what is going on in my life. This won't be any looks I have had because I haven't had anyone that will take pictures for me, that I feel comfortable with. Does that make sense? Oh who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394461868497937954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Stz6fQI1piI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SUB_nEl-QXY/s400/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;, me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jennie&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dayna&lt;/span&gt;--double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fisting&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yiannis&lt;/span&gt; :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My weekend basically started on Thursday, which was my mistake. Bad Ashley. I now know why I do not go out during the week anymore. One of my really good friends, Amanda, competed in a bikini contest at a local sports bar in my town on Thursday night. Like I said, I usually do not go out on weekdays but I had to support my girl. Of course I indulged in a little bit of beer chugging while the competition went on, WE WERE AT A BAR! So, as a result, I went out afterwards with the girls. I wish I had pictures from the competition, but they haven't put them up on their website yet and my camera was so slow at snapping good shots. I really need to get my old camera working again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394462096504358610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Stz6shhzhtI/AAAAAAAAASA/zVSLstQ_HEU/s400/DSC_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[me and my new friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cody&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yiannis&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, we went out after the competition to the "strip" [a cluster of bars/clubs down Tennessee St.] and decided on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yiannis&lt;/span&gt;. Free drinks, Free entry all night. After a couple drinks, I was talking up everyone and making friends. Next thing I know Dayna and me are making our way to Steak and Shake for a grease-filled fest of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;frisco&lt;/span&gt; melts and cheese fries. Puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayna and me decided to celebrate our day off work Friday by visiting some thrift shops [which I did not find one single them] and checking out the new Penn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Badgely&lt;/span&gt; flick, "The Stepfather". It was actually a pretty decent movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not worth my $9.50 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update on Saturday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, One Tree Hill and Gossip Girl is coming on. I figured I was MIA enough...sorry be back Tuesday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt; ash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-7185745549151766350?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/7185745549151766350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/forever-sick.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7185745549151766350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7185745549151766350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/forever-sick.html' title='Forever SICK!'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Stz6fQI1piI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SUB_nEl-QXY/s72-c/DSC_0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-3814402691830295219</id><published>2009-10-14T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:07:58.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicole richie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>My Style Inspiration/My Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/1sfe53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/1sfe53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole Richie. That is my comparison to any fashion decision I ever make. She has not only been the person I look to for styling inspiration, but Nicole has also been someone I have always looked up to. Ever since she started showing up in magazines partying with the likes of Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan, and other socialites I have admired her uniqueness. Like her, I have had my battles with certain lifestyles she was apart of, as well as run-ins with the law. As she cleaned up her life and started a family, I grew with her to settle somewhat of my life for what it is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting back to the fashion side of things, I can't even put into words how much I love anything she wears. Even when she is pregnant, the girl can look amazing. I am just hoping, soon, her line  can come out, so I can not only have a piece of her jewelry line but her own fashion too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/2yn2xyx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2yn2xyx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whether it be day... in the summer where she can pull off a pair of cut-offs with sneakers/sandals with a bohemian top. Or winter, wearing skinny jeans, a scarf, and an amazing coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be night..where she can be red-carpet ready, and be flawless in the most to die for dresses Ive ever laid my eyes on, its no wonder the girl has made it from the ground up from being a sidekick to a style icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if her hair is a mess or no make-up on she is so beautiful and can do no wrong! Not only has she inspired me with life and style, I have copied some of her hair trends in the past. Dying my hair dark, chopping my hair short, dying my hair back light and more recently saving up for my own hair extensions. Lets just say I think she is perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i38.tinypic.com/jil3wm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/jil3wm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was asked the other day if I could switch lives with someone for just one day and I was called&lt;br /&gt;crazy for choosing Nicole Richie. The only one crazy in that conversation was the person asking that question. I will always and forever love this woman, married or pregnant, skinny or fat--my inspiration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo ash&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/7400712357255760065-3814402691830295219?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/3814402691830295219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-style-inspirationmy-idol.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/3814402691830295219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/3814402691830295219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-style-inspirationmy-idol.html' title='My Style Inspiration/My Idol'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/1sfe53_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-7392941083996187200</id><published>2009-10-13T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:19:19.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>FSU Game Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/StVQ9r4IyiI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZKY91n9zTEE/s1600-h/fsu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392305149526460962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/StVQ9r4IyiI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZKY91n9zTEE/s400/fsu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tallahassee is known to be a college town, and that it is. Every home game is flooded with eager fans who are surrounded by grills, kegs, beer-pong tables, and the occasional game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cornhole&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, I honestly don't think we have won a game all season, but that doesn't discourage our '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Noles&lt;/span&gt; to keep on cheering the team on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I try to stay out of Tallahassee as much as I can lately, I have missed every single home game except for this Saturdays game. I was reminded the reason I stress over these home games. You have to trek across the world to get to our lot where we tailgate and by the time you get there everyone is pretty much trashed. I prove my point on why I do not drink ALL DAY LONG myself, I ended up one of those, well later that night. Oh, how I love game days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did however pick out an outfit weeks before I knew which tailgate I would attend. Surprisingly, I have had a gold vest from Express in my closet. I love this vest it is so lightweight, considering the Florida heat, I can pair it with so much. I put a garnet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cami&lt;/span&gt; from Forever 21 under with an old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FSU&lt;/span&gt; beaded necklace. A "must-have" during game days. . .KIDDING. My shorts are from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hollister&lt;/span&gt; CO. and aren't mine. They bothered me a bit because they about a size too big. My jewelry I have on is a gold cuff I purchased from a garage sale last weekend that I am absolutely obsessed with and some white/gold feather earrings I got from Charlotte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Russe&lt;/span&gt;. They reminded me of Indian feathers, so I thought it went with the scene! I went out on a limb and pulled out my cowboy boots from a recent theme party, and I think it tied the outfit together, well, perfectly considering the occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/StVMC3g0NdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uiNplJbsPhU/s1600-h/fsucupcoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392299740991075794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/StVMC3g0NdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/uiNplJbsPhU/s400/fsucupcoll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The night before the game, Dayna and I stayed home from a night of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;debauchery&lt;/span&gt; and made some delicious cupcakes for our tailgate. We used red velvet cake batter and dyed cream cheese icing gold for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FSU&lt;/span&gt; colors. Very creative, right? Turns out we didn't wait long enough for the cupcakes to cool and all the icing and writing melted off by the time anyone though they were edible. We got the pleasure of devouring a couple the night before, and they were to die for, so everyone who didn't appreciate our hard work, MISSED OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304046976872050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/StVP9gj1LnI/AAAAAAAAAQw/sFRWrrFrTSc/s400/fsu+019-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Needless to say I only went out once this weekend. Which is enough for little old me. I felt the pain all day Sunday. This week I am thinking of doing a Halloween post, and I am all kinds of stoked about it, considering I love dressing up in costumes! By the way, sorry for the horrible camera quality, I don't understand why! I need to figure it out, SOON!&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/7400712357255760065-7392941083996187200?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/7392941083996187200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/fsu-game-days.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7392941083996187200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7392941083996187200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/fsu-game-days.html' title='FSU Game Days'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/StVQ9r4IyiI/AAAAAAAAARI/ZKY91n9zTEE/s72-c/fsu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-2276997497796478416</id><published>2009-10-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:34:14.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Honest Scrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/StC-tKq9_SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/upeauhGPgyc/s1600-h/honest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391018437130452258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/StC-tKq9_SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/upeauhGPgyc/s400/honest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the "Honest Scrap" from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ehttp://www.lionstigersandfashionohmy.com/"&gt;Lions Tigers, &amp;amp; Fashion OH MY!&lt;/a&gt; and decided this morning to use it for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quicky&lt;/span&gt; post this weekend. Its game day for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FSU&lt;/span&gt; so I need to start getting ready real soon! But "Honest Scrap" works by listing 10 facts about yourself then passing it on to your fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, who ever you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I like all the clothes that aren't right for my body type, so I am getting reconstructive surgery to fix it (in my dreams).&lt;br /&gt;9. The only books I agree to read have to be about anything sinful and nothing unrealistic or I refuse to read it.&lt;br /&gt;8. I am an insomniac, I have gone days without sleep.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm a hopeless romantic, even though I say I don't want to marry or have a family, I secretly dream of it.&lt;br /&gt;6. I smoke when I drink, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a horrible tramp stamp on my back, that I have decided doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt; since I never see it. Someone donate for laser removal or cover-up back piece maybe?! [mistakes I made when 16, oh my gee!]&lt;br /&gt;4. I would rather text you than call you. Conversations give me anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;3. I always wake up at 7am on the dot, even though I don't need to be awake. Too bad I go back to sleep though, some days I could be REAL productive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Halloween is the only holiday I enjoy, I honestly can't say I love Christmas and Birthdays TOO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;1. I almost never wear make-up during my work week because I think it saves me from getting zits, WRONG. Though I do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass this on to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discerning/"&gt;The Discerning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fashionista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sterlingstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sterling Style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovechelsealauren.blogspot.com/"&gt;Love, Chelsea Lauren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://liannaj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Designer Jeans and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ramen&lt;/span&gt; Noodles&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/7400712357255760065-2276997497796478416?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/2276997497796478416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/honest-scrap.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/2276997497796478416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/2276997497796478416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/honest-scrap.html' title='Honest Scrap'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/StC-tKq9_SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/upeauhGPgyc/s72-c/honest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-5364477194178973041</id><published>2009-10-08T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:39:34.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bentley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Purple Rain, Purple Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss6fyoqZlTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Pep--nEiOMg/s1600-h/pcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390421496266593586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss6fyoqZlTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Pep--nEiOMg/s400/pcollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so if anyone knows me I have no life during the week other than work, shopping, and going to the gym. That being said, the only "fashion" outfits are conservative and work-appropriate. Unlike alot of my co-workers who dress down I try on occasion, or at least once a week, to look half-way decent. I work for a place that governs attorneys so they are a little on the strict side. Anyways, I am wearing a black and purple knee-length dress made by Antonio Melani which I stole from my mother's closet. I absolutely loved it. The back of it, which I didn't get a picture of, has a key hole. I thought at first I wasn't zipping it up all the way but, then TA-DA a little sexy for the work day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390421043931188578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss6fYTlPDWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/bW6NnbJjYbo/s400/shoec.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My shoes were so comfortable considering the height and so many straps. They are made by Guess that I purchased from Prime Outlets in Orlando. They were 50% off and who can say no to such a big sale!!! They are just one word: FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390420927782758658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss6fRi5SqQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/49dZPwlg4no/s400/purpledog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this post is short and sweet but I just got back from the gym and sushi with my dad. I am absolutely dying for some sleep! Don't you love this picture of my son Bentley Jones and I? I adore it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xo ash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-5364477194178973041?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/5364477194178973041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/purple-rain-purple-rain.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/5364477194178973041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/5364477194178973041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/purple-rain-purple-rain.html' title='Purple Rain, Purple Rain'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss6fyoqZlTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Pep--nEiOMg/s72-c/pcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-8596485767039541343</id><published>2009-10-07T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:14:02.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extensions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><title type='text'>I NEED IT ALL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss1XribSAyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZnjLAnmuL6g/s1600-h/SnthBangs_mn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390060734519575330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss1XribSAyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZnjLAnmuL6g/s200/SnthBangs_mn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As one of my best friends said the other day, "stop wanting EVERYTHING!". Problem is for me to survive and not stress out, I NEED it. If I don't have it, I will die. Not seriously, but just a little bit, maybe. This week, I am craving bangs. I have never been able to have them because of my ridiculous cowlick I was cursed with. I was researching around online and stumbled upon Jessica Simpson's Hairdo Clip-In Bangs. I was reading the reviews and they are both bad and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss1AabVt3jI/AAAAAAAAANg/BibNjfx54g0/s1600-h/main02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390035151791971890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss1AabVt3jI/AAAAAAAAANg/BibNjfx54g0/s400/main02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my experience with Jessica Simpson's clip-ins before but I feel like these are way different. They have a new texture that you can now style the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extensions&lt;/span&gt; and use heat on them called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tru&lt;/span&gt;2Life. Although they are not human hair, apparently they still feel remarkably the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I paid whole Benjamin Franklin for my clip-ins earlier this year. The bangs, which of course aren't as much hair, only cost 24.99. I am seriously considering this buy. I spend way too much money on clothes, I figure I should make an exception for my pathetic hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way I need thoughts on going all-over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;platinum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;. My hair has been probably every color of the rainbow since January 2009. So if that tells you anything I am not satisfied with any color, well besides the color &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;. I have been dirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; ever since I was born. So if anyone is the color I am considering, how bad is the up-keep, and anything else you would like me to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss1XOu7T0DI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TWkiboG9pcY/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390060239658930226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss1XOu7T0DI/AAAAAAAAAOg/TWkiboG9pcY/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, black, medium-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, brown...told you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt; ash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-8596485767039541343?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/8596485767039541343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-it-all.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/8596485767039541343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/8596485767039541343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-it-all.html' title='I NEED IT ALL!'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ss1XribSAyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ZnjLAnmuL6g/s72-c/SnthBangs_mn1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-6801293720385964397</id><published>2009-10-06T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:03:14.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Wicked Weekend. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like I mentioned in an earlier post, I do sometimes need to vent about my life, so WARNING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have thought about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things going on in my life lately. My state of confusion, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt; in trying to move on, and trying to be a better person. It has honestly really got me down and I am just to the point where I don't know how to change anymore. It is all fun and games until I start damaging myself, which I need to admit I keep doing in secret. The mistakes I make while under the influence just make me feel sometimes question why I don't have self-control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every weekend in town is a drunken oblivion, I laugh off with my friends in the morning. I can say though, I can't stand it anymore. I hate how I feel inside and out. Come on, who wants a nickname, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smashley&lt;/span&gt;", all their lives. I don't want to be THAT girl. Although, I can be a complete hot mess, at the time I am enjoying myself, till I black-out and turn absolutely crazy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delusional&lt;/span&gt;. I guess that is while I am trying to save that last little respect I have in this town by leaving every weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I do have fun. I just think sometimes I can't handle certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt;, which I should learn to deal with and I try to mask it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On a lesser note, I would like to run down my weekend. Friday, I have already been over. I had a blast. I did however black-out, but didn't do anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unnormal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389659744865547554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ssvq-3ju9SI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QCBNmmornMA/s400/blog+036-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday, I think I still woke up drunk, but I had promised Dayna I would attend the Mullet Festival in Panacea with her mom and aunt. I can tell you anytime I get to spend with Dayna's family is pretty much a blessing considering I ruined their respect with them through my relationship with her brother, Donnie (who I have written about an earlier post). We ate mullet, watched a "Fishy Fashion Show" and took in the A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MAZING&lt;/span&gt; scenery! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389657003774484594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsvofUMsoHI/AAAAAAAAANA/TcTsOHjPIGA/s400/7f25e02f4c33-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;deanne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dayna&lt;/span&gt;, and me after the fishy fashion show; excuse my struggling face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When Dayna and I got back into town we went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tailgating&lt;/span&gt; at our friend Marcus' house for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FSU&lt;/span&gt; game. You can't ask me who we were playing because honestly we were there just to drink. It is great to hang out with those friends who just know your flaws and love you for them. That group is exactly the definition of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389657907567974290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsvpT7F215I/AAAAAAAAANI/FzTtuiVV2jQ/s400/blog+071-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, Dayna and I decided to go to Club &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rayn&lt;/span&gt; and celebrate...well nothing. The night ended with me on a party bus with this guy I am absolutely obsessed with. Which always leads to nothing. End of story. I don't want to go into details about this night because it all ended in was a meltdown, NO GOOD!&lt;/p&gt;I am looking forward to this weekend but just not another repeat. How many times am I going to say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt; ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-6801293720385964397?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/6801293720385964397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/wicked-weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/6801293720385964397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/6801293720385964397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/10/wicked-weekend.html' title='Wicked Weekend. . .'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Ssvq-3ju9SI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QCBNmmornMA/s72-c/blog+036-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-6601027820627920214</id><published>2009-09-28T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:46:40.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Manic Mondays</title><content type='html'>Ok, usually I HATE Mondays, but since I was off work for Yom Kippur, I enjoyed the beginning of the work week with some fun little activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was visiting &lt;A HREF="http://www.lovemaehan.com"&gt;...Love Maegan&lt;/a&gt; last night and decided to experiment with my hair for the following day. Since today I would not be attending work and if in fact it did turn into a disaster, I wouldn't give a damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried &lt;A HREF="http://www.lovemaegan.com/2009/06/hair-tos-get-big-curls-with-tiny-buns.html"&gt;Big Curls with Tiny Buns&lt;/a&gt; and the results were surprising! Although my hair ended up a little matted and tangled from sleeping on it all night, it looked pretty decent. Overall though, I secretly kinda loved it. Here are some pictures I took with my phone, since I didn't get my camera back until this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsF3MuWmlUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/g6GlEUm7khE/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsF3MuWmlUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/g6GlEUm7khE/s400/hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386717689796793666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute right? I took better pictures later in the day, but they are me playing around with my dog and laying out by the pool. Those should do justice above. I am doing it to my hair again tonight for work tomorrow. So, hopefully I can work out the kinks to perfect it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little activity I dabbled into was cooking. It has become tradition for me on Monday nights to make a good meal and drink wine for my favorite shows, One Tree Hill and Gossip Girl. Tonight, I made Feta-Stuffed Chicken with Tomato-Watermelon Salad, one of Rachel Ray's most recent recipes. It took about 30 minutes to make and was SO delicious! The salad was OKAY, but I only say that because I should have left out the extra virgin olive oil and just left it plain, but overall everyone loved it, and I am pleased I actually made something EDIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsF5Da9LqGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/niWdILBLU8Q/s1600-h/feta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsF5Da9LqGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/niWdILBLU8Q/s400/feta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386719728994330722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give credit to my twitter friend @&lt;A HREF="http://www.twitter.com/MzKatieCassidy"&gt;MzKatieCassidy&lt;/a&gt; for the great idea to make &lt;A HREF="http://www.rachaelrayshow.com/food/recipes/feta-stuffed-chicken-tomato-watermelon-salad/"&gt;Rachel Ray's Feta-Stuffed Chicken with Tomato-Watermelon Salad&lt;/a&gt;. I recommend anyone to try a hand at it. It is so easy to make and to DIE for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-6601027820627920214?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/6601027820627920214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/manic-mondays.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/6601027820627920214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/6601027820627920214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/manic-mondays.html' title='Manic Mondays'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsF3MuWmlUI/AAAAAAAAAIY/g6GlEUm7khE/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-755465231820378714</id><published>2009-09-28T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:43:29.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BareMinerals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chanel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAC'/><title type='text'>MAC vs. BareMinerals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsDY6Q734LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KFfMIG2lNoQ/s1600-h/default.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsDY6Q734LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KFfMIG2lNoQ/s200/default.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386543649825218738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Friday night after a semi-long night of drinking, I somehow lost my Chanel make-up bag full of all of my MAC make-up and other necessities. Now, I am not one that wears alot of make-up, but it is so devastating that I lost not only my CHANEL make-up bag but almost 200-300 dollars worth of make-up. Just my luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday morning I was researching online what it would cost to run up to Dillard's MAC store and get my replacements. As I guessed it, around 200 dollars. I use #C4 MAC Studio Fix, MAC Bronzer, Honey Lust Eye Shadow, MAC Concealer, etc. Well, I just cannot afford that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsDZDN2qRxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IFuF39jm6oA/s1600-h/bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsDZDN2qRxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IFuF39jm6oA/s200/bm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386543803616872210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and thought about what I should do and then remembered that alot of people I know wear BareMinerals. Since I am more of a "Just-Face" make-up person, I am leaning more onto purchasing the BareMinerals starter kit from Sephora. It is only 60dollars and includes a whole lot more than I would be getting at MAC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted this week on how the results turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-755465231820378714?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/755465231820378714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/mac-vs-bareminerals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/755465231820378714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/755465231820378714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/mac-vs-bareminerals.html' title='MAC vs. BareMinerals'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsDY6Q734LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KFfMIG2lNoQ/s72-c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-4063380761667706636</id><published>2009-09-27T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:25:23.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donnie'/><title type='text'>Love, Lust, Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsAJ-5dYStI/AAAAAAAAABw/SXFjR6ZiPdA/s1600-h/Orlando+september+2009+012-pola01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386316130515700434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsAJ-5dYStI/AAAAAAAAABw/SXFjR6ZiPdA/s400/Orlando+september+2009+012-pola01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“ &lt;em&gt;I don’t think you ever really do fall out of love with someone. You just get used to them not being around&lt;/em&gt;." - &lt;strong&gt;Alexandra Elise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just looking through my pictures from last weekend. I did not know I would get emotional, I honestly thought I was over all the horrific details and happenings. I guess not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short, I have been on and off with this guy, Donnie since I turned 18. I fell out of love, as did he. We played the Ex-Sex game with each other with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt; and madness that was included for awhile till certain uh-ohs and oh-nos came into play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me I have not been happy for a long time. I have dated other people which have been ruined by Donnie and My "relationship". And as much as I don't want to admit it. We are over. Thing is, if we live six hours away from each other, why have we gotten more close than we have before? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only ask this question because this past year since I have turned 21, he has come to visit me a total of 4 times considering the drive. I have in return visited him twice. And the last time, which was last weekend, was a halfway mark [Orlando]. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt; and quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; for both of us. I have not talked to him since, and like I said as I was going through the pictures, I also questioned why he came in the first place. It is just all confusing and emotionally difficult to pass through some of my days. Just when does it end? I want my life back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt; ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-4063380761667706636?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/4063380761667706636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-lust-lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/4063380761667706636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/4063380761667706636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-lust-lost.html' title='Love, Lust, Lost'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/SsAJ-5dYStI/AAAAAAAAABw/SXFjR6ZiPdA/s72-c/Orlando+september+2009+012-pola01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-6328448328833941211</id><published>2009-09-27T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:04:08.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finishline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nike'/><title type='text'>Beat me to the FinishLine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Sr_FtK4ebTI/AAAAAAAAABo/CjYvjgS6aUc/s1600-h/nike.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386241059164417330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Sr_FtK4ebTI/AAAAAAAAABo/CjYvjgS6aUc/s200/nike.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Black NIKE Women's Cortez Basic Leather or Nylon in size 6.5. I CAN'T FIND THIS SHOE IN MY SIZE OR FOR WOMEN ANYWHERE! It is all in Kids and Mens and if when I do find it, which was at Finishline, they are sixty bucks! I am debating buying these at the time because the purchase is apart of what I need for my Halloween costume. Today is depressing consdering everything I find that I love online today they are totally always out of my size, oh bother.&lt;br /&gt;xo ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-6328448328833941211?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/6328448328833941211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/beat-me-to-finishline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/6328448328833941211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/6328448328833941211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/beat-me-to-finishline.html' title='Beat me to the FinishLine'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Sr_FtK4ebTI/AAAAAAAAABo/CjYvjgS6aUc/s72-c/nike.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-8658273115360105627</id><published>2009-09-27T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:03:56.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marc jacobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck'/><title type='text'>Three Words, Eight Letters and I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Sr-9hN3Ud0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/n5edQVqpXs0/s1600-h/blairmj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386232057713424194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Sr-9hN3Ud0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/n5edQVqpXs0/s320/blairmj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows me I love the constant ups and downs of Blair Waldorf and Chuck Bass on CW's Gossip Girl. It has got to be one of my favorite story lines of the show and I just totally love their chemistry. What I also love about the show is the insane fashion trends they have and I die every episode. Ever since season two's premiere last year I have totally been craving Blair's dress [Marc by Marc Jacobs Joelle Scalloped Dress] from the White Party. I came across a dress for less steal at Intheircloset.com but I am stressed for cash at the time considering Halloween and other expenses are on the arrival plus well now every place she listed is now sold out. I am still searching for this dress, considering I am a die hard black and white fan. Oh to be Ms. Waldorf, or ahem Ms. Bass !!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-8658273115360105627?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/8658273115360105627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-words-eight-letters-and-im-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/8658273115360105627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/8658273115360105627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-words-eight-letters-and-im-yours.html' title='Three Words, Eight Letters and I&apos;m Yours'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/Sr-9hN3Ud0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/n5edQVqpXs0/s72-c/blairmj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400712357255760065.post-7101744218577914255</id><published>2009-09-27T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:11:35.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livejournal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever 21'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, first post. I have moved from &lt;a href="http://diva.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://diva.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; to come to blogger, for no reason. I feel like no one uses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;livejournal&lt;/span&gt; anymore, and I never use it anymore. So there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went along with the name of my blog as, forever ash, as a tribute to probably my savior to anything affordable and fashionable in my small town, Forever 21. This blog will have all my fashion dos and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;donts&lt;/span&gt;, my depressing rants, fun times out on the town, and my must-haves/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wishlist&lt;/span&gt; CRAVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blogg/1126241/forever-ash?claim=afkhvwqyu6p"&gt;Follow my blog with bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt; ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400712357255760065-7101744218577914255?l=foreverash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/feeds/7101744218577914255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7101744218577914255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400712357255760065/posts/default/7101744218577914255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverash.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02465957646095296443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Dp5R4AONTw/S66bfbur4II/AAAAAAAAAc4/cfA1LVzmU8E/S220/Ash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
