<?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-777449292281014165</id><updated>2011-10-10T23:33:56.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leigh Way</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-2181763591264709795</id><published>2011-04-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T23:24:56.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be better</title><content type='html'>I had just written a very long post which contained some emotional things I've been going through lately. I decided to erase it because if my younger sister read it she would kill me!&lt;br /&gt;This week I learned that the decisions we make affect those we love no matter what! I am not a merciful person.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't such an emotionally attached person. I wish I never studied about women being emotionally abused and all the signs that point to abuse. I wish I didn't know that the chances of an LDS woman getting into an abusive relationship are just as high as the national average. I wish my sisters boyfriend never made the mistake of repeatedly making rude or abusive comments in front of me and my family. I wish I didn't love my sister so much...but I do! I wish I didn't have to keep my mouth shut and let her learn things on her own...but I do...or so I'm told. I wish I was a more merciful person. I wish I could see everyone through God's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our great personal challenge in mortality is to become “a saint through the atonement of Christ.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-2181763591264709795?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2181763591264709795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=2181763591264709795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2181763591264709795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2181763591264709795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-should-be-better.html' title='I should be better'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-1355237971903390692</id><published>2011-03-28T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:56:46.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest Mommy and Daddy EVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-V4UgkhQd4/TZEDZS_Of4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZW8rXRNGAWw/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589252345672138626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-V4UgkhQd4/TZEDZS_Of4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZW8rXRNGAWw/s320/mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fuhMXlH3A7s/TZEDTVMTAlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5l_h9RfZ70I/s1600/dad.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589252243184616018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fuhMXlH3A7s/TZEDTVMTAlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5l_h9RfZ70I/s320/dad.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't I have the cutest parents ever!!!! I'm so excited for this weekend because my mommy and daddy are coming to visit! I love having slumber parties with my mom and watching old movies with her in my bed. She is also one of the few people who will just start randomly dancing with me when a great song comes on. I'm excited for daddy to come as well because he is bringing his guns and we get to go shooting! My parents some how made sure that their children were well rounded...meaning: not only did my mom and dad raise girly girls (we've been involved in dancing, baton, and theatre for forever PLUS we love shoes, make-up, clothes, and nail polish) they also raised girls who love camping (I'm the only one of my siblings who HATES going to the bathroom in the woods!I'm good with sleeping in a tent on the ground in the dirt...it's just the no bathroom thing that gets me every time!)sports, and I must say that I am a great burper thanks to my mom. So I was able to use everyone's advice and finally get into the creative mood. I started laughing when I went to Schmath's web-site that she suggested and it said P.A.C.E for anxiety attacks...PACE stands for Positive, Active, Clear &amp;amp; Energetic...It reminded me of yoga:)Listening to calm music and working out has helped clear my head. One of the teachers I work with totally got me into Adele....her music rocks my world!!!! Charlotte Martin also helps me calm down and find my center:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-1355237971903390692?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1355237971903390692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=1355237971903390692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/1355237971903390692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/1355237971903390692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2011/03/cutest-mommy-and-daddy-ever.html' title='Cutest Mommy and Daddy EVER!!!!'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-V4UgkhQd4/TZEDZS_Of4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZW8rXRNGAWw/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-2172654231800563163</id><published>2011-03-03T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:57:37.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was emotionally wacko for me. It started off going pretty well. My hair has a mind of its own (to the point where it really needs its own name) and was actually looking cute. I got up on time and didn't have to rush to get to work. I was confident in the steps I had put to music the night before (in the kitchen)...which means I was totally prepared to teach dance that night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I let one moment ruin my day...it's really stupid when I think about it. I was trying to teach the advanced girls the rest of their dance and NOTHING was working. The steps that were-oh so perfect-in the kitchen did not translate well onto the dance floor. I HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS! I get sick to my stomach and feel like I'm wasting time. Now I’m back to the drawing board… which is where all of you come in…I can’t think of one single step that I like or that even fits to finish this dance. I have choreographers block. (is that even a real thing?) So my big question to all you creative gals….which to me is all of you (sewing/knitting/painting/anything artsy fartsy=creative and let’s be honest… writing a 40 page paper = creative as well!) what do you do to get in your creative mode? I am willing to try anything!!! (well minus drugs…unless you have some 100% guarantee that I will be able to choreograph the most awesome tap dance in the history of tapping after I take it/them…I may or may not be kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to step away from it and start on another dance. The stupid thing is that my OCD pretty much prevents me from not finishing things. For example: remember the twilight books? Ya, I read all of them…why? Because I read the first one and I am just one of those people that MUST finish a series!  SO LET THE ADVICE BEGIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note…I was so frustrated with tap yesterday that I decided to walk in on a modern class and release some frustration.  It was exactly what I needed! I looked like a complete dork but it was nice to be able to participate in a different style of movement than what I’m use to! I was so calm after modern that BYU losing didn’t even faze me…weird...I know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-2172654231800563163?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2172654231800563163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=2172654231800563163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2172654231800563163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2172654231800563163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2011/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday....'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-8100775117086869203</id><published>2011-03-01T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:33:29.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats been goin' on</title><content type='html'>{one} dance inspires me...I don't know what it is about modern but I love love love it!&lt;br /&gt;{two} I was able to feel really really happy this weekend...normally I'm just happy&lt;br /&gt;{three} Kasia saying flag makes me giggle evey time&lt;br /&gt;{four} got a job working at the adoption center (starting monday!!!)&lt;br /&gt;{five) blessings everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;{six} thriller+tap=me going crazy&lt;br /&gt;{seven} I have a sick obsession with BYU basketball&lt;br /&gt;{eight}loved bonding with the other dance teachers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-8100775117086869203?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8100775117086869203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=8100775117086869203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8100775117086869203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8100775117086869203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-been-goin-on.html' title='Whats been goin&apos; on'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-5857291876412552289</id><published>2011-02-04T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:32:32.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from Single Dad Laughing</title><content type='html'>****Hell is so personal and so different for every person who experiences it. Some will have to climb impossible mountains while walking their roads. Some will have to wade through shark-infested waters. Others will have to swim through seas of lava. A few will get to the end much sooner than anticipated, and with little trouble at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, four good people are unexpectedly terminated from their jobs. All four have the jaws of hell opened up before them. All four look at the thousand roads they will choose from, and they each choose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good person walks to the end. He steps over the border of hell and into a new job doing something he’s always been passionate about. Another good person walks to the end. She steps over the border of hell and into the schooling that she’s always found a reason to put off. This, in turn, leads to a life and a career that makes her truly happy. Another good person walks to the end. She steps over the border of hell and into the arms of a good man at a new workplace. The last good person walks a short ways, and then turns around and heads back. He’s still there. He’s still going through it. He’s still trying to decide on the right road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three spend the rest of their lives being thankful for the hell they just walked through. One spends the rest of his life desperate to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t choose our hells or when we’ll have to start walking through them. We can’t choose what will be on the road in front of us. We can’t even choose what will be at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we can choose is to keep walking. We can choose to look at the flames in front of us and maneuver our way through them. We can move forward with blind faith that there is always something good at the end of our road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And faith it will take. I promise you that. ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that my coworkers and I will be unemployed in a few weeks. The company has been sold and pretty much it's a big dirty mess with corrupt people...&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was shock followed by getting really pissed which was followed by pure denial. Right now I'm at the denial/pissed phase. I really don't understand people.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this update is sad! I hope that all of you are wonderful and happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-5857291876412552289?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5857291876412552289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=5857291876412552289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5857291876412552289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5857291876412552289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2011/02/excerpt-from-single-dad-laughing.html' title='Excerpt from Single Dad Laughing'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-1579268707704958762</id><published>2011-01-11T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:15:44.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas was wonderful! Below are some pictures of a roommate reunion. Love those girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzwwmGz5OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3J9TfJC68u8/s1600/167667_10150149818453032_640628031_8244704_1022565_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzwwmGz5OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3J9TfJC68u8/s320/167667_10150149818453032_640628031_8244704_1022565_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561084357549221090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzwslqXK0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/jbYXTDKyF80/s1600/164795_10150149818338032_640628031_8244703_8094605_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzwslqXK0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/jbYXTDKyF80/s320/164795_10150149818338032_640628031_8244703_8094605_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561084288710421314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzwoqUbnpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/90HYOLU3zEo/s1600/162654_10150149818628032_640628031_8244707_4190080_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzwoqUbnpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/90HYOLU3zEo/s320/162654_10150149818628032_640628031_8244707_4190080_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561084221241138834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzwito-xoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jkeYQC07vg8/s1600/36246_10150149817953032_640628031_8244694_7903915_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzwito-xoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jkeYQC07vg8/s320/36246_10150149817953032_640628031_8244694_7903915_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561084119053420162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been soooooooooooo cold lately! I really hate the cold. The snow is pretty to look at but I am not one of those people who gets all excited when it snows. When is snows the first thought that crosses my mind is, "freakin' crap! I have to drive and walk in that!" Snow means ice. Ice means falling on my butt (which already hurts from spin class) Sorry all you snow lovers out there....but I'm not a big fan!&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my time has been devoted to my new favorite book Decision Points. It is soooooooooooo good!!!!!!!!!!! Daddy Stodd if Skye hasn't already told you, you must read this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzxH88atmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/m6u1Wpx_UoQ/s1600/bush%2Bdecision%2Bpoints%2Bcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzxH88atmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/m6u1Wpx_UoQ/s320/bush%2Bdecision%2Bpoints%2Bcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561084758816634466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things to do (while not reading) is watch these guys play some balll! GO COUGARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzyAYxCYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PaLnfg4ljTU/s1600/Team_1200x1600_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzyAYxCYeI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PaLnfg4ljTU/s320/Team_1200x1600_2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561085728357769698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knitting is going well. I need to post a picture of how cute the scarf is turning out! Well that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-1579268707704958762?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1579268707704958762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=1579268707704958762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/1579268707704958762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/1579268707704958762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-was-wonderful-below-are-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TSzwwmGz5OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3J9TfJC68u8/s72-c/167667_10150149818453032_640628031_8244704_1022565_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-7379233265790050628</id><published>2010-12-21T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:25:25.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>knitting!!!:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ok...I've decided that I need to fill the void in my life with knitting! I really want to make these cute gloves and that way cute scarf!!! However, I understand that I am a beginner and with Schamth's help eventually I will attain awesome ruffly scarf making skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TREZ4l-AO6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/V1LFm5WA2RU/s1600/muff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553248275580074914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TREZ4l-AO6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/V1LFm5WA2RU/s320/muff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TREZL-pFZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/NtUiizPMyD4/s1600/ruff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553247509109106626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TREZL-pFZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/NtUiizPMyD4/s320/ruff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can I make these too for someones litte baby?:)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TREa3pOdAtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UOXjQ_FCcs8/s1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553249358786134738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TREa3pOdAtI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UOXjQ_FCcs8/s320/shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-7379233265790050628?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7379233265790050628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=7379233265790050628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7379233265790050628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7379233265790050628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/12/knitting.html' title='knitting!!!:)'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TREZ4l-AO6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/V1LFm5WA2RU/s72-c/muff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-6845766551213279228</id><published>2010-12-17T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:36:23.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY!!!</title><content type='html'>Two things Navy SEALS are always taught:&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep your priorities in order&lt;br /&gt;2. Know when to act without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;A college professor, an avowed atheist and active in the ACLU, was teaching his class. He shocked several of his students when he flatly stated that once and for all he was going to prove there was no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addressing the ceiling he shouted: "GOD, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes went by. " I'm waiting God, if you're real knock me off this platform!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again after 14 minutes, the professor taunted God saying, "Here I am, God!!! I'm still waiting!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His count down got down to the last couple of minutes when a SEAL, just released from the Navy after serving in Afghanistan and Iraq&lt;br /&gt;and newly registered in the class, walked up to the Professor. The SEAL hit him full force in the face, and sent the Professor tumbling from his lofty platform. The Professor was out cold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students were stunned and shocked. They began to babble in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SEAL nonchalantly took his seat in the front row and sat silent. The class looked at him and fell silent...waiting. Eventually, the professor came to and was noticeably shaken. He looked at the SEAL in the front row. When the professor regained his senses and could speak he asked: "What the hell is the matter with you! Why did you do that"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God was really busy, protecting America's soldiers, who are protecting your right to say stupid sh!t ..so he sent me!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-6845766551213279228?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6845766551213279228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=6845766551213279228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6845766551213279228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6845766551213279228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny.html' title='FUNNY!!!'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-7998859248103330989</id><published>2010-12-14T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T14:55:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No SUGAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TQf0Onka32I/AAAAAAAAAIo/TQfIy_SfOYE/s1600/file_23_66.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550673597734510434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TQf0Onka32I/AAAAAAAAAIo/TQfIy_SfOYE/s320/file_23_66.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So being the crazy fool that I am I decided that I would try this "no sugar" thing during December. At first it was no big deal....then one day my body decided it was time to PMS and all I could think and dream about was chocolate. It's like a drug that I must have when I'm about to start the worst time of the month! On an episode of The Biggest Loser one of contestants pulled out some extra gum that is called dessert delights. It only has 5 calories and 0 sugar. Soooooo me being the psycho that I am when I'm on PMS decided I better save everyone around me and try this gum or my coworkers are going to force feed me sugar because I can sometimes get preety ornery(yes that word is spelled right...but it seriously looks stupid). Let me tell ya...it actually worked for me! It may not work for everyone....but for right now I'm very happy and NOT going nuts! THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-7998859248103330989?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7998859248103330989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=7998859248103330989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7998859248103330989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7998859248103330989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-sugar.html' title='No SUGAR'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TQf0Onka32I/AAAAAAAAAIo/TQfIy_SfOYE/s72-c/file_23_66.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-6681520335523694297</id><published>2010-11-16T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:56:06.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22-What makes you different from everyone else</title><content type='html'>I have no idea how to answer this...how about you all post something that YOU think makes me different:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-6681520335523694297?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6681520335523694297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=6681520335523694297' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6681520335523694297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6681520335523694297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-22-what-makes-you-different-from.html' title='Day 22-What makes you different from everyone else'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-5403101313427222280</id><published>2010-11-14T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:09:14.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21-A picture of something that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TOBpb0WxRoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tSUj7fU9aP4/s1600/DSCN3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TOBpb0WxRoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tSUj7fU9aP4/s320/DSCN3454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539543468297242242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TOBpT6AY2YI/AAAAAAAAAII/ma_1qldcB_w/s1600/DSCN3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TOBpT6AY2YI/AAAAAAAAAII/ma_1qldcB_w/s320/DSCN3496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539543332375026050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this face! Don't you just want to give him big big kisses:)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-5403101313427222280?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5403101313427222280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=5403101313427222280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5403101313427222280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5403101313427222280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-21-picture-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 21-A picture of something that makes you happy'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TOBpb0WxRoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tSUj7fU9aP4/s72-c/DSCN3454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-5006817435839323525</id><published>2010-11-13T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:26:11.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 18-Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great questions....too bad I don't really have any answers. I'm going through a transition period. The thought of going back to school makes me have IBS. I figure since Skye and Linny took time off between their undergrad and masters programs I can too. I justify my life based on my two best friends:) I think that's logical. Thus far my plans are to work hard at both my jobs and save money for grad school. I also am going to start GRE prep classes. (I hate I math!!!) I'm 99.9% sure I want to go back to school and become a therapist for veterans with PTSD. I suck at making decisions so fingers crossed that 1% doesn't come back and bite me in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 19-Nicknames you have and why you have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Louisa and weegie have been the nicknames that I've had since birth. Louisa came about because the people in our spanish branch couldn't say my first name and my middle name is Louise...change the "e" to an "a" to make the name feminine and you get Louisa. Up until sixth grade I never went by Ashleigh because there were always four other Ashleigh's in the class. Everyone just called my Louisa. The nickname weigi came from my Tia (aunt) Gayline...she came up with it from the game Mario and Luigi...Louisa+Luigi=weigi...don't ask me how... that's just what happened.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cenicita...this nickname came into my life thanks to Linny's mommy. It mean little ashes. This name just stuck and I love it:)!&lt;br /&gt;3. Moo...I have a nightgown that is a moo-moo dress. The first time I wore it around my roommates they laughed their butts off and the nickname moo came into my life. I am no longer Ashleigh to them. They call me moo in front of everyone. I am "moo" in their phones contact list...I am moo in love notes. I think it's funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Aisha...the girls at work think I'm black. Aisha is my "black" girl name. Ashleigh is just too white for my personality I guess.&lt;br /&gt;5. Then there's all the "normal" nicknames....ash, ashers, ashie, leigh. I don't know why but it bugs me when people who don't know me call me ash. However I shorten names all the time for people... I'm a lazy English speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 20-Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!? This is a question? STUPID STUPID STUPID. I have no answer to this question. I'm sooooo "special" that I really have no idea if I'll ever be married in the future. BUT a guy posted the following as his FB status today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Have you ever gone to a party, met a really cute girl who seemed really into you, only to realize she seems really into every guy there? I despise women like that. Their "Hottness Meter" quickly reads like the graph of Tangent approaching -(pi/2). That is a pretty steep decline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda think this guy is cool. He's cute...blah blah blah...however he and another guy who made a comment on this post always go after the same type of girl and then complain about things never working out. This drives me crazy and that's why I think questions like Day 20 are stupid. Maybe I'm bitter...maybe I'm not...I really have no idea...I just know that I'm special (in a good way) and that I don't want someone who keeps doing the same thing over and over and gets the same result and never changes anything. Isn't that the definition of insanity-doing the same thing over and over again and getting the same result? Who wants someone insane?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own opinion about the type of guy I need; shy, outgoing, strong willed, independent, loves America, goal oriented, quiet, loud...and the list goes on. So if any of you know someone with those qualities, I guess you can send him my way:)bahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-5006817435839323525?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5006817435839323525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=5006817435839323525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5006817435839323525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5006817435839323525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-18-plansdreamsgoals-you-have-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-4482259637893535366</id><published>2010-11-10T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:57:46.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNrbb8YNufI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AmQMIuOsdh0/s1600/nan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537979964916087282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNrbb8YNufI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AmQMIuOsdh0/s320/nan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNrbR_05ePI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WR7LULCygRI/s1600/fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537979794043009266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNrbR_05ePI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WR7LULCygRI/s320/fam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 14: Picture of the fam...it's 5 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 16: Another picture of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 15: iPod shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Boogie Shoes-K.C and the Sunshine Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ramalama- Roisin Murphy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Abide with Me- Mo Tab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Walk Away- Kelly Clarkson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Dirty Orchestra- Black Violin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Run and Tell That- Hairspray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Anthem to my King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Billie Jean- MJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. You and Me- Lifehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Lollipop-Mika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-4482259637893535366?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4482259637893535366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=4482259637893535366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/4482259637893535366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/4482259637893535366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-14-picture-of-fam.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNrbb8YNufI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AmQMIuOsdh0/s72-c/nan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-5114513875765834895</id><published>2010-11-08T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:42:29.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days update...sorry again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNh6tnZX8TI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sdE3k9pIr5c/s1600/dance.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537310665940136242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNh6tnZX8TI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sdE3k9pIr5c/s320/dance.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 11: Pictures of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNh6nVCz5MI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VAfe2tTp_3k/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537310557934445762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNh6nVCz5MI/AAAAAAAAAHg/VAfe2tTp_3k/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 10: Songs that you listen to when you're&lt;/span&gt; bored, happy, sad, mad, hyped...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This question is hard because I'm very random in my music choices so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOUNDTRACKS: Phantom, Wicked, Lion King, Les Miserables, Mama Mia, Hairspray, Aida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Individaul artists: MJ, B.o.B, Josh Groban, Michael Buble, Marc Broussard, Stevie Wonder, Shakira, Sara Bareilles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really random with music!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12: how you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out about blogger from skye and linny and I think another hizzie girl. Again we'll have to ask Skye. She seems to know more about this than I do...I keep a blog so that I can stay in touch with my hizzie girls who I never get to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 13: A letter to someone who hurt you recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have anyone who hurt me so I have no letter to write....sorry&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/777449292281014165-5114513875765834895?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5114513875765834895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=5114513875765834895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5114513875765834895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5114513875765834895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/days-updatesorry-again.html' title='Days update...sorry again!!!'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TNh6tnZX8TI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sdE3k9pIr5c/s72-c/dance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-1228163579040357679</id><published>2010-11-05T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:17:38.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day challenge updates</title><content type='html'>Sorry about missing 3 days ladies! Skye left me a message last night that informed me I was falling behind on my updates. I've been sooooo busy that I just forgot about my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 8-Short term goals for this month and when you'll accomplish them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Choreograph 3 counts of 8 for each of the 7 dances that I'm responsible for and continue to try and be original in my steps. It's hard to be creative!!&lt;br /&gt;2. 200-300 minutes of cardio each week&lt;br /&gt;3. weights 3 times a week plus doing my elastic band exercises at work for my upper body:)&lt;br /&gt;4. daily scripture study and prayer&lt;br /&gt;5. continue getting through the 7th book of Harry Potter in Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 9-Something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. I have insomnia so sleeping through the night...or falling asleep under an hour.....is a big deal. Well, this week, right when my head hit the pillow I was down and out for the day. Plus, I slept the entire night! This is a huge blessing since I get grumpy when I don't get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've been really trying to recognize blessings from the Lord each day. My thought process is so different now that I don't work at the MTC that I find myself not noticing little things from the Lord anymore. So now I'm making an effort to see Him in everything I do. Thus far I think that I'm doing a good job:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 &amp;amp; 11 will be posted later today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-1228163579040357679?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1228163579040357679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=1228163579040357679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/1228163579040357679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/1228163579040357679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Day challenge updates'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-5713837721406128069</id><published>2010-11-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:43:36.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7-A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM-WDVKKkYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Iu0ZFZHuEHY/s1600/BenotafraidbyOlsen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM-WDVKKkYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Iu0ZFZHuEHY/s320/BenotafraidbyOlsen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534807451025183106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Therefore, fear not, little flock; let earth and hell combine against you, for if ye are built upon my rock, they cannot prevail....Look unto me in every thought; doubt not, fear not."- D&amp;amp;C 6 34 &amp;amp; 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am and will be I owe to this man and our Father in Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-5713837721406128069?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5713837721406128069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=5713837721406128069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5713837721406128069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5713837721406128069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-7-picture-of-someonesomething-that.html' title='Day 7-A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM-WDVKKkYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Iu0ZFZHuEHY/s72-c/BenotafraidbyOlsen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-8902465635679679614</id><published>2010-10-31T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:40:07.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6-Favorite super hero and why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM3EcucRgQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mx_GDFkG8nA/s1600/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM3EcucRgQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mx_GDFkG8nA/s320/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534295514890207490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM3Ech_92TI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9HYn1EnOreQ/s1600/Avatar__Sozin__s_Comet_Poster_by_OblivionGod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM3Ech_92TI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9HYn1EnOreQ/s320/Avatar__Sozin__s_Comet_Poster_by_OblivionGod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534295511550253362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Air Bender is probably one of my favorite cartoons of all time. Hannah had the entire family watch all 3 seasons during Christmas vacation 2008 and ever since I have loved these super heroes! Aang is the avatar-the guy to the right who's eyes are lighting up. He is a reincarnation of past avatars put on earth to keep peace between the four nations--Air nomads, water tribe, earth nation and the fire nation. Of course the fire nation are made up of the crazy bad guys who are trying to take over the world. Toff, the girl in green, is the most awesome earth bender ever and has to teach Aang how to master earth bending so that he can defeat the fire lord and restore balance to the world. Don't you just want to drop everything and watch the show right now? Well, you should!!!! It's fantastic and I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-8902465635679679614?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8902465635679679614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=8902465635679679614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8902465635679679614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8902465635679679614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-6-favorite-super-hero-and-why.html' title='Day 6-Favorite super hero and why'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM3EcucRgQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mx_GDFkG8nA/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-2712067025054772516</id><published>2010-10-31T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:28:43.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5-A picture of somewhere you've been to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM3DU-SUmeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/04HlKWWv8JU/s1600/102_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM3DU-SUmeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/04HlKWWv8JU/s320/102_0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534294282192853474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved spending time with the family in Florida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-2712067025054772516?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2712067025054772516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=2712067025054772516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2712067025054772516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2712067025054772516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5-picture-of-somewhere-youve-been.html' title='Day 5-A picture of somewhere you&apos;ve been to'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TM3DU-SUmeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/04HlKWWv8JU/s72-c/102_0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-5257133598569707790</id><published>2010-10-29T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:40:45.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4-A habit that you wish you didn't have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TMtaYq_wvsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hQXVgnmc1KA/s1600/2010-10-29+12+41+45_Orem_Utah_US.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533615947059871426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TMtaYq_wvsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hQXVgnmc1KA/s320/2010-10-29+12+41+45_Orem_Utah_US.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes I just get too frustrated with people and bad things happen...just kidding! But don't you love love love my costume! I do!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of habits that I wish I didn't have. I have to go pee all the freaking time. I'm constantly thirsty ( which means I pee a lot). I would rather be alone in my room reading or sleeping than be with people (don't worry I'm not depressed...just after a long day at work I need time to myself) The thing I hate most is I really suck at staying in touch with people. I love all of you girls who read this. Each of you have touched my life and I think of the hizzie girls all of the time. Hopefully you all know how much I love you even though I stink at keeping in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-5257133598569707790?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5257133598569707790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=5257133598569707790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5257133598569707790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5257133598569707790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-4-habit-that-you-wish-you-didnt.html' title='Day 4-A habit that you wish you didn&apos;t have'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TMtaYq_wvsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hQXVgnmc1KA/s72-c/2010-10-29+12+41+45_Orem_Utah_US.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-3262170530202331255</id><published>2010-10-29T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T16:29:12.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 3-Picture of FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TMtYmaUROvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MaEf3vMuWlY/s1600/trio.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533613984077396722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TMtYmaUROvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MaEf3vMuWlY/s320/trio.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really love this picture of linny, skye, and I! We are just toooo cute! Sorry this is a day late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-3262170530202331255?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3262170530202331255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=3262170530202331255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3262170530202331255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3262170530202331255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-3-picture-of-friends.html' title='DAY 3-Picture of FRIENDS'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TMtYmaUROvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MaEf3vMuWlY/s72-c/trio.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-2441260626497105269</id><published>2010-10-27T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:40:06.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY 2: The meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm I really can't remember why I/we named my blog Leigh Way. Leigh is at the end of my name ashLeigh so ya there ya go. I think Skye knows the real story. Sorry this entry is LAME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-2441260626497105269?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2441260626497105269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=2441260626497105269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2441260626497105269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2441260626497105269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2-meaning-behind-your-blog-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-8255318560773063268</id><published>2010-10-26T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:38:35.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TMc3kGF14vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t_wc5e82U9A/s1600/72580_10150294917615346_721940345_14921486_1463684_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532451760497877746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TMc3kGF14vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t_wc5e82U9A/s320/72580_10150294917615346_721940345_14921486_1463684_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I have listened to Chevaliers de Sangreal about 15 times and counting today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I love stud earings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.Halloween is the best holiday ever...it's right up there with the 4th of July for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.I like to organize things by color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I'm obsessed with dark nail polish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. My core temp runs around 175.2 ( this fact is added by my coworkers who complain when it's 70 degrees in the office and I think it's just right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. My favorite book is Lone Survivor- read it! It will change your life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. I have no gallbladder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. I was born with the wrong skin color--the girls at the office tell me multiple times a day that I should be black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. My armpits sweat no matter how much deoderant I put on. The missionaries use to call them my power rings.bahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. There will be a room in my future house dedicated to America. It will be red, white and blue with stars and lots of American pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. I have a bad complex about how big my boobs are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. I have seen every single episode of the show "Psych" - check out American Duos from season 1 if you've never seen it! It's one of my favorites and don't worry it has nothing to do with America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14.I will always have 3 things in my purse: water bottle, a snack, hand sanitizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. My facial expressions don't always match how I feel--my missionaries called me crack face all of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-8255318560773063268?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8255318560773063268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=8255318560773063268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8255318560773063268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8255318560773063268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/TMc3kGF14vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t_wc5e82U9A/s72-c/72580_10150294917615346_721940345_14921486_1463684_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-701199179557260519</id><published>2010-10-26T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:39:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;30 Day Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my friend Gillian posted about this on her blog, and her friend posted it on her blog. Its been going around the blogging community for a while now and I have seen these everywhere, so I thought I would be a follower today and do it myself. (I'm really going to try and do this every day...cross your fingers) Here is what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day of the month, write a blog post according to these guidelines below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-Recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 2-The meaning behind your Blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 3-A picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 4-A habit that you wish you didn't have&lt;br /&gt;Day 5-A picture of somewhere you've been to&lt;br /&gt;Day 6-Favorite super hero and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 7-A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;br /&gt;Day 8-Short term goals for this month and when you'll accomplish them&lt;br /&gt;Day 9-Something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;Day 10-Songs you listen to when you're bored, happy, sad, mad, hyped&lt;br /&gt;Day 11-Another picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 12-How you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;br /&gt;Day 13-A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 14-'A picture of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;Day 15-Put your ipod or shuffle on-first 10 songs that play&lt;br /&gt;Day 16-Another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 17-Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 18-Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;Day 19-Nicknames you have and why you have them&lt;br /&gt;Day 20-Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future&lt;br /&gt;Day 21-A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22-What makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Day 23-Something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;Day 24-A letter to your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 25-What I would find in your bag&lt;br /&gt;Day 26-What do you think about your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 27-Why you are doing this 30 day challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 28-A picture of you from last year and now-how have you changed?&lt;br /&gt;Day 29-In this past month, what have you learned?&lt;br /&gt;Day 30-Your favorite song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tag skye, linny, kjell, and kris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-701199179557260519?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/701199179557260519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=701199179557260519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/701199179557260519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/701199179557260519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-day-challenge-so-my-friend-gillian.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-5710161738014985465</id><published>2010-10-08T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:55:17.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>So I really do like the show Biggest Loser. I'm not sure how much I agree with them kicking people off. I always feel bad for the people that have to go home. They obviously want to lose weight since they decided to go on a show that tells the entire world how much the weigh (no thank you!) so I get sad for those who are told to leave. Don't laugh but I have a tendency to watch this show right before I go to the gym...it really motivates me to stay and meet my goals- an hour of cardio and 30 minute weights. Last night I was getting tired/bored (my attention span is that of a 2-year-old and I seriously have to be entertained the entire time I work out) but then I pictured Jillian and Bob yelling at me to suck it up and get it together. Believe it or not that acutally worked for me! I was so proud of myself when I left the gym. So if you need motivation to get to the gym you should watch Biggest Loser! It works for me every time:)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-5710161738014985465?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5710161738014985465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=5710161738014985465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5710161738014985465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5710161738014985465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/10/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-3102027811500590275</id><published>2010-07-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:47:28.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enrichment</title><content type='html'>OK ladies....I'm the new enrichment leader (or whatever it's called now) and I need ideas. I know you all have some. Think about your favorite enrichment nights or something you wished your RS would have done. I have a few ideas for a health and wellness thing (Kjell that's where you come in at some point:)) but that's pretty much it. ANY help would be much appreciated! Love you all!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-3102027811500590275?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3102027811500590275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=3102027811500590275' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3102027811500590275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3102027811500590275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/07/enrichment.html' title='enrichment'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-7612495163339713723</id><published>2010-06-16T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:07:23.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the base keeps runnin' runnin'....</title><content type='html'>So I ran a 5 K on Saturday. For those of you who know me REALLY well you can pick your chin up off the floor and turn that face into a big smile...seriously though I can't believe I did it either! I HATE running, however my entire family loves it and everyone participated in the Utah Valley Marathon. Mommy and I did the 5K while Spencer Liz and dad did the half marathon. Hannah was the craziest of us all and did the full marathon which took her just a little over 4 hours. Can you imagine running for 4 hours straight. I get bored just doing the 5 K! I always thought my family was crazy...all this running just proves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-7612495163339713723?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7612495163339713723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=7612495163339713723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7612495163339713723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7612495163339713723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-base-keeps-runnin-runnin.html' title='and the base keeps runnin&apos; runnin&apos;....'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-6893589747851738958</id><published>2010-05-31T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:10:03.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>America</title><content type='html'>Words can't express how much I love my country. I think I've always been patriotic....well as far back as I can remember. I respect those who volunteer to fight for my freedom. I just finished the book Lone Survivor. It pretty much changed my life and I recommend it to everyone! That's all I have for today.&lt;br /&gt;In the words of my favorite president...God bless you and God bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-6893589747851738958?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6893589747851738958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=6893589747851738958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6893589747851738958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6893589747851738958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/05/america.html' title='America'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-4344622961801557093</id><published>2010-02-13T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:09:17.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the goings on</title><content type='html'>Greetings all! It's been a while. Things have been VERY busy!...but what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading A LOT...ever since January I have read a book a week! What author could possibly have my attention you may ask...none other than Vince Flynn. I really like his writing! It doesn't hurt that all of his stories are based around special ops operator Mitch Rapp. There are 10 books in the series and currently I am on book 6. If you like Burn Notice, 24, and The Unit you'll love these books. Transfer of Power is the first book in the series and is so far my favorite with Consent to Kill in a close second.&lt;br /&gt;In other news my parents sent me a bouquet of 100 flowers (not sure what they're called but they're pretty:)) This freaked me out a bit since my parents don't do things like send flowers for Valentines day. Upon further investigation, and not believing either of them when they tried to tell me they sent them because they miss me (which is probably half true) I found out the truth from Hannah. So my mom calls Hannah and tells her that shes totally worried about me and about how I'm lonely all of the time. Side not: I know better then to tell my mother when I'm lonely. Now back to the story: After Hannah convinced my mother that I will live through the ripe old age of 26 without a nervous breakdown, the subject was dropped. I think Hannah needs to hurry up and have a kid so that my parents can focus on the first grand-baby and not worry about their oldest child who is becoming more infertile every day(hahaha I think that's funny!:)) and not dating. &lt;br /&gt;The dance studio that I work for put on a great fireside Thursday that taught about the atonement. I felt so blessed to be apart of such a wonderful show and to be able to partake of the spirit that was presented through dance. The cutest thing happened during a dress rehearsal...two of the girls, knowing that I'm the only teacher not married, made me valentine cards and got me roses. I got teary eyed when I realized they were trying to make me feel special on their big performance day. (Yes I think Valentines day is overrated)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway life is good. I have a great group of missionaries right now which makes my life happy. I've almost finished choreographing my 5 minutes latin tap dance and will only have 3 dances to finish when I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-4344622961801557093?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/4344622961801557093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=4344622961801557093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/4344622961801557093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/4344622961801557093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2010/02/goings-on.html' title='the goings on'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-7362123461142000925</id><published>2009-12-08T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:47:11.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>There are many reasons why I miss Skye, Linny, and Kris....but the one thing that sticks out the most is that they laugh at me and think I'm funny most of the time. It's weird being around people who look at me like I'm seriously some walking moron who doesn't know how to deliver a punch line. This 'moron' look was given to me by someone about 5 minutes ago and I just thought in my head, "If the girls were here they would have laughed at me." LAMO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-7362123461142000925?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7362123461142000925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=7362123461142000925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7362123461142000925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7362123461142000925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2009/12/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-2987282314196635741</id><published>2009-12-07T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:42:49.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you kidding me</title><content type='html'>So I come home from a LONG day of work, school, and work again to find my cute roomie making us dinner. She was cooking rice with veggies which I love love love! Our FHE group was meeting at our house and dinner wasn't going to be done for another 20 minutes so I decided to turn on Fox News and eat some tortilla chips while dinner was cooking. So I'm just sitting there minding my own business when a girl from our group comes into our apartment, says her hellos, walks into the kitchen and proceeds to get a spoon full of rice then sprinkles some veggies on it without even thinking twice. I'm sitting there thinking who the freak is this chick?! THEN, no joke like 3 minutes later, a guy from our FHE group walks into our apartment, sees the chips sitting next to me, picks them up and then helps himself. I guess I gave him "my look" because his face went red and then he said something like "I can't believe I just did that." Ok people, I don't know you but you feel comfortable coming into my home and eating my food. My other roommates don't know these people super well either....where were they raised? People are weirdos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-2987282314196635741?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2987282314196635741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=2987282314196635741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2987282314196635741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2987282314196635741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2009/12/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='are you kidding me'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-7559722180086551795</id><published>2009-11-14T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:32:09.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRI</title><content type='html'>When I found out that BYU was eliminating the Women's Research Institute my heart sank. I've been a part of the WRI since my sophomore year and seen the many lives it has changed. The WRI is privately funded by Alumni who think that researching women's issues is worth their cash...God bless them! Here is a brief background explaining what the WRI is and what is currently going on to save the institute. If you feel like signing the petition at the end of the blog just click on the link. thanks gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ashleighadkins/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;Here is the text from the flyer so that it is more easily searchable to the world-wide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS WOMEN'S RESEARCH IMPORTANT FOR EVERYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Women everywhere have a great capacity for service in their homes, families and communities.&lt;br /&gt;Women have been under studied and underestimated throughout centuries.&lt;br /&gt;Studying women can bring education, understanding, cross-cultural connection and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS BYU'S WOMEN'S RESEARCH INSTITUTE?&lt;br /&gt;Originally instituted by President Dallin H. Oaks in 1978.&lt;br /&gt;Provides an interdisciplinary scholastic community for over 80 BYU affiliates studying women and gender.&lt;br /&gt;Facilitated the publication on hundreds of articles and books by projects such as the Mormon Women's History Project, the WomanStats Project — now used by the UN, and the Peace and Violence in the Home Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL CLOSING THE WRI AFFECT WOMEN'S RESEARCH AT BYU?&lt;br /&gt;We will lose the only university research center that studies women and gender through a Gospel lens.&lt;br /&gt;Separating teaching faculty from research faculty will deprive students of the opportunity to work with teams of faculty engaged in serious academic discourse on the study of women.&lt;br /&gt;There are questions about the final allocation of the WRI Endowment Fund.&lt;br /&gt;No US university has closed their women's research center over the past 20 years­—which may cause people to wonder and damage the reputation of BYU and the Church as a friend to women and their concerns.&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CARE ABOUT WOMEN'S RESEARCH?&lt;br /&gt;sign the petition www.supportWRI.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-7559722180086551795?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7559722180086551795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=7559722180086551795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7559722180086551795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7559722180086551795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2009/11/wri.html' title='WRI'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-229527509716082528</id><published>2009-08-19T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:04:59.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes  life feels sooooo overwhelming that I just want to sleep and pretend nothing exists but me and my covers. I think I feel nutty right now mainly because I'm living out of my car and have no real roots planted until I get into my condo on Friday (fingers crossed)!&lt;br /&gt;The idea of starting school again makes me have a headache! I decided late in the game that I want to teach history to high school kids. So now with a degree from BYU I'm taking classes to get a teaching credential from UVU. I should be excited, however just thinking about the reading for the semester again gives  me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;I start teaching dance tomorrow. Although I made it through a year of teaching dance already, this year I'm teaching more classes and I'm not sure that I'm talented enough to really do it. I know that satan is the moron who puts these thoughts into my head but I'm just tooooo tired today to really think I can choreograph anything worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;The districts that I'm teaching right now are also causing me sleepless nights. I don't know how the male teachers I work with do it. They are always saying that the sisters should just leave work at work. I'm not sure how they expect me to do that when some of these poor missionaries go through so much in a short amount of time. I'm with them almost all day everyday and they become a part of my life for three weeks. The group I have now brought a lot of issues with them. Some of them have gone home and some have fought through their MTC expreience and have become great young men. It has been very emotional for me and them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just tired. I haven't gone to the gym in a week which is horrible since I was doing so well with going every day. I really love working out. It gives me time to myself and just over all makes me feel great. Please excuse my complaining. I promise to write a happy blog entry next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-229527509716082528?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/229527509716082528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=229527509716082528' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/229527509716082528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/229527509716082528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-life-feels-sooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-3068808846953465488</id><published>2009-08-02T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:55:33.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SnYk1NzG37I/AAAAAAAAAFY/voImHxdMM-c/s1600-h/_DSC1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SnYk1NzG37I/AAAAAAAAAFY/voImHxdMM-c/s320/_DSC1021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365516502714212274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SnYkBcskoRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D2BX-mx2kYM/s1600-h/_DSC0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SnYkBcskoRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D2BX-mx2kYM/s320/_DSC0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365515613360136466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my little sister Hannah was married on June 12, 2009. Yes girls that is Russell aka "Lusty" in the picture standing beside her. Who would have thought that lusty would ever become my brother- in- law??!!!It seems like just yesterday he returned home from his mission and Jessica was putting the moves on him trying to help him become a "normal" person again. By the way Jessica, Russell still has the garter from your wedding. It is currently hanging in his car on the rear view mirror. They both are fantastic cooks which of course makes me totally happy since I HATE cooking! Anyway enjoy the pictures:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-3068808846953465488?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3068808846953465488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=3068808846953465488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3068808846953465488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3068808846953465488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-my-little-sister-hannah-was-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SnYk1NzG37I/AAAAAAAAAFY/voImHxdMM-c/s72-c/_DSC1021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-3108196799210713990</id><published>2009-07-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:50:15.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Sm_TheKUXDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/W9uw_YHBx0s/s1600-h/102_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Sm_TheKUXDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/W9uw_YHBx0s/s320/102_0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363738253207034930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Sm_Tb3rmFaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/S4Zbp0CucRg/s1600-h/102_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Sm_Tb3rmFaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/S4Zbp0CucRg/s320/102_0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363738156978279842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for those of you that know me, I like to change my hair every few years, months, days, hours, seconds....pretty much all of the time. It's so hot right now that I haven't been able to stand my thick hair on the back of my neck. It took me so long to get ready in the morning...I had to take breaks because my hair took sooooo long to fix. After talking to Hannah, my little sister, and deciding that I would look just too cute with short hair, I decided to chop it off. The above is the end result. I can't tell you how happy I am! It takes me literally three minutes to do my hair...blow dry and everything! I hope you all like it too! If you don't feel free not to comment:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-3108196799210713990?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3108196799210713990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=3108196799210713990' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3108196799210713990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3108196799210713990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-for-those-of-you-that-know-me-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Sm_TheKUXDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/W9uw_YHBx0s/s72-c/102_0829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-8917454867388630226</id><published>2009-07-27T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:39:39.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm obsessed with the song/dance Ramalama Bangbang from SYTYCD! I want to choreograph a funky tap dance to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-8917454867388630226?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8917454867388630226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=8917454867388630226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8917454867388630226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8917454867388630226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-obsessed-with-songdance-ramalama.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-8063757303096178879</id><published>2009-04-07T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:16:29.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty busty</title><content type='html'>So I was down in the book store looking for some new garmies and an older woman who worked there came up to me. Before she even asked how I was doing she took a look at my boobs and said, "You're a pretty busty young lady aren't you!" I almost died laughing because I thought she was kidding, although I know my moms' gene pool did give me big boobs, however she was very serious in her comment. She then began to tell me how grateful I should be to my mom for such fantastic genes and then she said and I quote, "Even after having babies mine (boobs) didn't get any bigger so hunny you know what I did....I got implants!" She then told me this wonderful story. It was hard for me not to laugh. Then she introduced my to full coverage garments for women who are busty. This little experience totally made my day. I tell it to pretty much all of my girl friends who will listen. I still chuckle about it a lot! I would never expect a 60 something year or mormon lady, besides when my mother reaches that age, to be so open about boobs. Way to go garment lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-8063757303096178879?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8063757303096178879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=8063757303096178879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8063757303096178879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8063757303096178879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretty-busty.html' title='pretty busty'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-8562280850312396008</id><published>2009-01-07T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:46:31.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4965a1463e0f2e67/4727a2501a2a0f59/dafbf012/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font:10px arial;width:300px;margin-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/" target="_blank"&gt;Video Recaps&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/full-episodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/webisodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Webisodes&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/777449292281014165-8562280850312396008?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8562280850312396008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=8562280850312396008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8562280850312396008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8562280850312396008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2009/01/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious!'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-7725779385547800396</id><published>2008-11-22T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:53:55.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW ASH</title><content type='html'>Caution: If you don't know me and don't want to read about me complaing you probably shouldN'T read this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I'm pretty sure my entire family doesn't know about me is that I do actually have a desire to get married and be a mommy. I think this desire came during the mission when we would teach families that they could be together forever. Ever since then I want to build the kingdom one little sister/ elder missionary at a time. The problem is that I don't date. And when I say that I don't date I'm totally serious. I'm shy, close your mouths everyone it's true, and I can't really talk to boys. My sisters on the other hand are dating machines and both have ended up in serious relationships one after the other. Although I'm happy for them it's hard being the oldest and seeing your younger siblings lives progress where as yours stays the same. I know my parents worry that I never will get married. Especially my mom. After what happened to my sister Hannah's engagement I'm pretty sure that my Dad wouldn't mind if all of his daughters never got married. But back to me....&lt;br /&gt;I have insecurities that are probably holding me back from being more out going. To be 100% honest, since all of you who read my blog are my good friends, I've noticed that the BIG difference between me and my sisters is that they are twigs. That shouldn't matter to me. My dad really gets frustrated when I point things like that out when my parents wounder why I'm not dating but I swear to you this big difference does make a BIG difference. I work with great guys at the MTC. Most of the time during my shift I'm the only girl there. Sometimes the brethren forget that I am in fact a girl and start talking about the new "HOT" babe that they've seen/ been dating. I haven't told them that hearing things like, " Man she has a great body," really bothers me. It's not their fault. It's my own insecurities. I'm pretty sure that I'm going through a phaze. Don't worry I look in the mirror some days and think "Dang Ash you're doing great today." But when your 18 year old sister is dating a boy when she has only been in college for almost 3 months it makes you feel old and reflect on what you could be doing wrong. I'm writing this in my blog because my blog feels like therapy sometimes. If I can just get most things out in writing I normally feel better. Hopfeully this will be one of those times. Well that's all from me...&lt;br /&gt;GO BYU!!! BEAT THE U!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-7725779385547800396?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7725779385547800396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=7725779385547800396' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7725779385547800396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7725779385547800396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-ash.html' title='WOW ASH'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-6827267932023242930</id><published>2008-11-05T16:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:04:54.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does anyone read my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-6827267932023242930?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6827267932023242930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=6827267932023242930' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6827267932023242930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6827267932023242930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/does-anyone-read-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-2373413416623445682</id><published>2008-11-05T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:02:50.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing us Softly</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FpyGwP3yzE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'm doing my senior research paper on: Advertising and its affects on women. My understanding modern societies class for sociology turned me on to the idea and ever since then I can't stop thinking about it. Two other professors like the topic and referred me to this clip. It has some pictures of girls in their undies so if that bothers you don't watch it. Let me know what you think:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-2373413416623445682?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2373413416623445682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=2373413416623445682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2373413416623445682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2373413416623445682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/11/killing-us-softly.html' title='Killing us Softly'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-688267685102651206</id><published>2008-10-29T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:15:28.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy tappers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SQiXvyamynI/AAAAAAAAADM/XwxGxCOMorc/s1600-h/102_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SQiXvyamynI/AAAAAAAAADM/XwxGxCOMorc/s320/102_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262623011825437298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SQiXvoBAY3I/AAAAAAAAADE/NLUaQGjmAoE/s1600-h/102_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SQiXvoBAY3I/AAAAAAAAADE/NLUaQGjmAoE/s320/102_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262623009033708402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SQiXvO-u98I/AAAAAAAAAC8/XpUF5P73YfI/s1600-h/102_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SQiXvO-u98I/AAAAAAAAAC8/XpUF5P73YfI/s320/102_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262623002313291714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For those of you who don't know I teach tap and also work at the MTC! Both jobs are wonderful! I decided to post something happy and thought of my cute little 5 year olds. They are soooo much fun and great birth control. I really hope if I ever have kids I don't have more than one at a time. Twelve 5 year olds is a lot to handle sometimes. Anyway, aren't they just tooo cute??!! I also teach an intermediate class and an advanced class. The tap shoes in the top picture are my advance tap girls! I learn intersting things from the 5 year olds. We start class with me having to tie their shoes...while I am doing this I ask them what they learned in school. I get great answers like, "Glue should only go on paper, not in our mouth or up our nose."  "Scissors are for cutting things and not for poking people." These little ones keep me young:)! TAP ROCKS!!!:):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-688267685102651206?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/688267685102651206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=688267685102651206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/688267685102651206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/688267685102651206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-tappers.html' title='happy tappers'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SQiXvyamynI/AAAAAAAAADM/XwxGxCOMorc/s72-c/102_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-8413247076229675703</id><published>2008-10-29T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:59:30.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait until Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>If I hear one more thing about homosexual marriage being a civil rights issue I'm going to scream! Last time I checked homosexuals weren't being denied the right to vote, being strung up on the trees by their necks, being denied education based upon their race or gender, not being paid a salary that is equal to their male coworkers....they don't have great women and men such as Martin Luther King or Susan B. Anthony using the bible to fight for their freedom. Instead I am told that I am a bigot because I believe in my religion. WOW is all I have to say! Tuesday won't come soon enough in my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-8413247076229675703?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8413247076229675703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=8413247076229675703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8413247076229675703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8413247076229675703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-wait-until-tuesday.html' title='I can&apos;t wait until Tuesday!'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-3148723507819958909</id><published>2008-10-23T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:12:28.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come on people!</title><content type='html'>I have really had it! It's almost one in the morning, I have a cold, my toe's broken, and I have a stats test tomorrow, I mean today, and yet I'm still awake. Why? Because Prop 8 is seriously driving me crazy! I have been getting so much CRAP from people in the church telling me that I'm intolerant of other people because I'm voting yes on Prop 8. Well all I have to say is, " deal with it!" Last time I checked I sustained the brethren as our leaders in the church and I actually pray and follow their council. WOW how hard is that?! REALLY?! I'm not going to apologize for basing the choices I make in my life on the gospel of Jesus Christ, so please stop acting like religion has no place in this decision. I was there in California during Prop 22. We went knocking doors trying to educate people on the issue of same sex marriage. Last time I checked the people of California voted against same sex marriage. But the good old ninth circuit court decided that Californians were not smart enough to make decisions on that big of an issue and decided to over turn the ruling. Are we being punked? Come on where's Ashton Kutcher (probably in a line somewhere with Matt Damon on his right and Ellen on his left indoctrinating college students with their cool actor opinions) I don't need actors who participate in who knows what in there spare time telling me what decisions to make in my life. I have God to go to for advice thank you very much. In all honesty I feel bad for people who are being lead astray by satan, darth vador, and anyone else who has been converted to the dark side. Maybe I'm being narrow minded but if the scriptures have taught me anything, it's that there's only one truth: God's. I'm either on God's side or satan. I'm thinking when all is said and done I want to be on God's side. President Fillmore always taught that if we ever needed an example of what to do in life we should look to the brethren and follow there example. Well, I'm lookin' and thank goodness that I'm on the same side as men who I sustain as Prophets, Seers, and Revlators of the church. Wow that was a close one! I have friends from Cali who are gay and I love them however I do not agree with their life style. Can we just vote already?!! PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-3148723507819958909?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3148723507819958909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=3148723507819958909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3148723507819958909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3148723507819958909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-on-people.html' title='come on people!'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-7722931246266934553</id><published>2008-08-31T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:07:57.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>Four Places I go over &amp;amp; over:&lt;br /&gt;1. MTC&lt;br /&gt;2. MTC&lt;br /&gt;3.MTC&lt;br /&gt;4. My house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I like to eat:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ernie's Sports Grill&lt;br /&gt;2. Chilis&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;4.My mom's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I would like to be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. the beach&lt;br /&gt;2. with the fam&lt;br /&gt;3. Massachusetts with linny and skye&lt;br /&gt;4. logan with kris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Closer&lt;br /&gt;2. Everybody loves Raymond&lt;br /&gt;3.24&lt;br /&gt;4. The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Joys:&lt;br /&gt;1. Latin Festivals!&lt;br /&gt;2.tap dancing&lt;br /&gt;3.reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Fears:&lt;br /&gt;1. heights&lt;br /&gt;2. being alone forever&lt;br /&gt;3. big bugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Short-term Goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pass stats&lt;br /&gt;2. work up to man push-ups&lt;br /&gt;3. do more family history work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;1. Missionary work&lt;br /&gt;2. America&lt;br /&gt;3. tap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three surprising facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can go through six different hair styles in a year&lt;br /&gt;2. I haven't been sick this month(knock on wood)&lt;br /&gt;3. I read over 20 books this summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Skye, Linny, and Kris!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-7722931246266934553?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7722931246266934553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=7722931246266934553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7722931246266934553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7722931246266934553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-7983664362466044597</id><published>2008-08-23T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:55:38.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feminine Misnomer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SLDbqTCdz0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/64TbXgDwicY/s1600-h/feminism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SLDbqTCdz0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/64TbXgDwicY/s320/feminism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237927886343491394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: normal;" class="post-title entry-title"&gt;My roommate had me read this and I loved it! Enjoy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Feminist" is a title that I would rather avoid. It has taken on such a nasty connotation--the man hating, bra burning, abortion advocating, I-always-the-victim claiming, liberated-from-responsibility woman. Nonetheless, I do consider myself as being very aware of and in many ways worried about the problems associated with gender discrimination and sexism. So if that makes me a feminist, so be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I think that in at least one major respect the feminist movement has failed the women of this generation. Instead of expecting equal respect as women, we (referring collectively to the women who make up the feminist movement) demanded to be treated like men. We pushed for sameness rather than true equity. We vowed to free ourselves from the roles forced upon us by a male-dominated society of woman--homemaker, wife, and mother--instead of asking for both the freedom to CHOOSE our role for ourselves and for equal prestige in those roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we degraded ourselves further by spurning motherhood and childrearing as inferior instead of raising the prestige of those roles. And in the process, we have prostrated ourselves before the Gender Gods and offered a prayer to take away our femininity. We have hated ourselves and worshiped men by wishing more than anything to become them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, instead of having a society in which men and women are equally respected, we are creating a society in which men's work is still viewed as superior, and only those women who become the most like men receive the most recognition and status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am guilty of being a part of it. Because in all honesty I see my future career prospects as more prestigious than my future as a mother. And I FEEL guilty for it. And I need and want to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the solution is for all women to stay home with their children or for all women to go to work (which, of course, would change the definition of childrearing to "work" since someone would still have to do it, even if they are getting paid). But I also know that building walls and judging each other as women for the choices that we make in trying to navigate this sticky issue only contributes to the problem. We are our own worst critics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recognize the caveat that this whole work-versus-stay at home discussion is really only germane to that portion of the female population which has the ability to choose. Many women would love to have children, or to stay home with them full-time, but are powerless to do so. As an upper-middle class, white, college-educated American, I realize that it is quite silly to complain about just about anything in terms of societal status and advantage. Oh, that poor woman who can pay all of her bills, live in a safe neighborhood, has a husband who views her as a full partner, and has control over her reproduction and lifestyle. She has it so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from the larger perspective of women's role, respect, and equality in general, I think we need to change our approach. And we need a new word to call it that isn't so polarizing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-7983664362466044597?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/7983664362466044597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=7983664362466044597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7983664362466044597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/7983664362466044597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/08/feminine-misnomer.html' title='The Feminine Misnomer'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SLDbqTCdz0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/64TbXgDwicY/s72-c/feminism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-8591639911090465936</id><published>2008-07-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:49:53.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8ba88006afe24a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8ba88006afe24a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331500100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28EE756B76EA1D35ED21A6364BC99A666206BBF0.5850227FD8833A6E80F626D71885DADD86D32A82%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8ba88006afe24a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dosca58UTo-yojvEnP4Wnjp6hPjU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8ba88006afe24a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331500100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28EE756B76EA1D35ED21A6364BC99A666206BBF0.5850227FD8833A6E80F626D71885DADD86D32A82%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8ba88006afe24a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dosca58UTo-yojvEnP4Wnjp6hPjU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone meet my little cousin Jacob. He's pretty much the apple of my eye and gets away with anything while cousin Ashleigh's in charge. Let's be honest, when it comes to disciplining children I'm the last person in my entire family, including cousins, that will ever say no. This little boy had me carrying around his 55 pound rear end all over Animal Kingdom, MGM, Sea World and everywhere else we went in Florida. I should probably learn how to say no, but again I'm a push over. When those big brown eyes look up at me and say, " Ash-a-wee can you hold me?" how can I resist?! Everyone else seemed to have no problem! I'm a sucker I'll admit it. Hopefully I'll do better with my own children. If not my younger sisters are going to be great live in nannies:)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've been home I've been working full time at the MTC while trying to get over the flue. To all you friends who have called me/ come to visit and I have been dead to the world it's because I have no energy at the end of the day and if I don't sleep there's no way I would make it. Anyone who lived with me last winter knows that when I get sick, I GET SICK. That's my little way of saying sorry Kris for being sick every time you come down. Sorry Linny for never being awake when you call. And yes, some day Skye, I will see how you really are doing...maybe even before you move to linny's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-8591639911090465936?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d8ba88006afe24a2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/8591639911090465936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=8591639911090465936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8591639911090465936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/8591639911090465936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/07/everyone-meet-my-little-cousin-jacob.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-1121148276592077135</id><published>2008-05-18T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:35:04.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SDBYchZ-UvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/10wZdEV6TMc/s1600-h/dave+and+ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SDBYchZ-UvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/10wZdEV6TMc/s320/dave+and+ash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201754816639816434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have decided that I hate dating. I hate the games that one is forced to play and the act that seems to go on between the couple. The guy in the picture with me is Dave. Dave is the first guy in a long time that I have actually thought was "normal". We went on a date and I actually had a good time. Although he is an engineering major he kept up with the conversation and made me laugh. We were both in a wedding this weekend, our roommates got married, and we hung out a lot. The other bridesmaids kept pointing out all the attention I was getting from him and that I needed to "flirt it up" to let him know that I thought he was pretty cool. Oh how I love flirting. I have no clue how to do it! The guys I work with always complain about how girls think they are obvious in the signals they send but really they aren't. Yesterday morning I thought I brought my A game to the temple. He gave me tons of attention and we talked the entire time. The reception was later that evening. When he arrived he had this cute girl with him. Katie, another mission friend and fellow bridesmaid, took care of business finding out who said girl was. Turns out she was a girl that Kristen always stayed with when she went to visit Jake in Logan. She was also good friends with Jake, Kris, and Dave. I couldn't help but back off. I didn't want to flirt with him in front of her for some reason. Anyway Dave kept looking at me asking if I was doing ok and making small talk. Guys I really suck. I didn't bring my A game to the reception and I stopped giving him attention. I enjoy being around him but he lives an hour away. I'm not sure what I should do. Normally I wouldn't care backing off, but this guy is different. Boo for me being passive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-1121148276592077135?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/1121148276592077135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=1121148276592077135' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/1121148276592077135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/1121148276592077135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-really-have-decided-that-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SDBYchZ-UvI/AAAAAAAAAB0/10wZdEV6TMc/s72-c/dave+and+ash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-3261114267054754021</id><published>2008-04-15T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:18:07.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy me:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SATsIEBOLLI/AAAAAAAAABs/vrwT7t-m8Rw/s1600-h/HPIM1565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189532293899627698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SATsIEBOLLI/AAAAAAAAABs/vrwT7t-m8Rw/s320/HPIM1565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those of you who know me I have this problem with changing my hair style probably, on average, once a month. I'm not sure why I do this. I think it's because I get bored really really really quickly. Plus when you have short hair it starts growing out totally weird and begins to drive me nuts. Well about a week ago I got my hair cut yet again. I'm pretty sure this is the best cut I have had but I'll let you be the judge;)The cute lady in the picture with me is Clara. She lives at Jamestown where I volunteer. She likes to dance and so do I so we're a perfect combo!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-3261114267054754021?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3261114267054754021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=3261114267054754021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3261114267054754021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3261114267054754021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-me.html' title='crazy me:)'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/SATsIEBOLLI/AAAAAAAAABs/vrwT7t-m8Rw/s72-c/HPIM1565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-3681806788577070941</id><published>2008-03-19T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:34:42.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>papito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/R-FATXjSGGI/AAAAAAAAABk/aibMpTa_o2w/s1600-h/DSCN3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179491747936475234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/R-FATXjSGGI/AAAAAAAAABk/aibMpTa_o2w/s320/DSCN3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It’s interesting how the Lord works sometimes. Kelly and I have been volunteering in the Alzheimer’s ward and I was telling my mom last night about all the new friends we have made. While I was in the middle of a story Mom interrupted me and asked if Kelly was home. Since mom is planning our family trip to Florida I thought she wanted to talk to us both at the same time about our flight information. However, when mom’s voice changed and said she needed to discuss something with us I knew it had nothing to do with flight plans. After a little coaxing I convinced her that she needed to tell me whatever it was now and could speak with Kelly, who is my cousin if I haven’t mentioned that yet, later. Mom began to tell me how my grandpa Gapo was diagnosed with medium Alzheimer’s yesterday morning. I couldn’t believe it! I called my grandma Emma right away to speak with her about things that she needs. We had a good cry together and I let her know how much I love them both. Even writing this makes me cry. This man has influenced my life since I was born. He introduced me to my first baseball team. Slumber parties are the best at the grandparent’s house! Grandpa claims that the only thing he knows how to make is pancakes and homemade syrup. (Typical Mexican man! Love it!) We would fall asleep watching boxing together and wake up in the morning to grandpa making us pancakes. I love this man. I know the Lord is watching over our family and I am so glad they have better medication for Alzheimer’s patients today than they did five years ago. Feel free to add Agapito Lozano Limon and Emma Limon to the prayer roles at the temple or to your prayers. Thanks for being such great friends guys and letting me vent! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-3681806788577070941?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/3681806788577070941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=3681806788577070941' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3681806788577070941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/3681806788577070941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/papito.html' title='papito'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/R-FATXjSGGI/AAAAAAAAABk/aibMpTa_o2w/s72-c/DSCN3556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-353037531347417958</id><published>2008-03-18T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:26:15.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I volunteer in the Alzheimer’s ward and yesterday the residents did some pretty funny things that I must share! We were celebrating St. Patty’s day by having a dance. Some of the women got up and danced with me while others were sleeping or pretending to sleep. There’s this hot guy (well to me he’s hot) that goes to visit his grandma a few times a week and he was trying to get this one lady named Helen up to dance. Helen was “asleep” and he kept telling her that if she didn’t wake up he was going to pore water on her. Well he put the cup of water in her hand and then she dumped it on him! Then the other resident on the other side of him dumped her water on him! It was hilarious! Helen was awake the entire time and heard what he was threatening to do to her! Instead she got him!&lt;br /&gt;Another resident constantly thinks she needs to go to the bathroom. She came up to me and said I need to go shi shi. I’m sitting there thinking what? But I just smiled and said ok where’s shi shi? I found out later that shi shi means poo! Yeah for me!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully today is as fun as yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-353037531347417958?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/353037531347417958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=353037531347417958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/353037531347417958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/353037531347417958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-i-volunteer-in-alzheimers-ward-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-6964313382370554675</id><published>2008-03-14T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:01:54.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tap is life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/R9rX8njSGEI/AAAAAAAAABU/QTy4VzU6-NQ/s1600-h/savion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177688158024898626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/R9rX8njSGEI/AAAAAAAAABU/QTy4VzU6-NQ/s320/savion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people like to cook, others like to ski. I love to tap dance! I have been looking every where in Utah for a tap company but couldn't find one. I gave up hope and began to learn celtic dance when today I received a call that the dean of the tap department was starting a studio. I was so excited! She teaches advanced students and loves to challenge us! I am so excited! Our first performance is in June and then we have another in September! BYU pulled our funding for a tap company so our teacher went out and decided to start her own. Good for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture above is of Savion Glover who is the best tap dancer ever! (see youtube.com if you don't believe me!) Yes even better than Gregory Hines or in my opinion even the Nicholas Brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless Coleen and the amibition she has to start an advanced company! Hopefully we can live up to her vision!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-6964313382370554675?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6964313382370554675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=6964313382370554675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6964313382370554675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6964313382370554675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/tap-is-life.html' title='tap is life!'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/R9rX8njSGEI/AAAAAAAAABU/QTy4VzU6-NQ/s72-c/savion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-9148899905788139930</id><published>2008-03-11T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:59:37.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry it's been so long!</title><content type='html'>So things have been crazy! I have had the flue four times since december. Due to illness I've had to drop two classes and am still trying to catch up in the other three! Too bad this week the weather has been beautiful and all I want to do is be outside and not doing homework.  I've decided that I really like the spring.(so far)&lt;br /&gt;This weather reminds me of the summer before my mission when Jessica brought home a new addition to the hizzie...a cute little puppy  named bode (sp?) He was everyone’s favorite dog. He got boys to come over to the house and everything! Maybe that's why I'm not married or dating...bode's gone!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a momentous occasion… I wore heals for the first time in like four years! I can’t really walk in them but my roommates said they made my legs look good and since I’ve been tanning my pasty whiteness isn’t that badJ! I almost fell a few times but got the hang of them in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I have a date on Saturday that I’m a little nervous about. The guy graduated from BYU in sociology which is fabulous and is currently a social worker waiting to apply to law school which are both pluses. The thing is I’m not that excited. Maybe because the dates I’ve been on lately are uncomfortable. The guys talk about what they are interested in, which so far has been math or engineering based stuff…although all of that is great I get bored out of my mind. Then, and this is my favorite question, they ask if I would ever consider settling down in Utah! When I say no their smiles fade and no joke once a date ended right after I answered. He just got up and went for the car. I followed of course trying not to laugh. He dropped me off and that was that. I guess he hadn’t seen my smile somewhere before…GOTTA LOVE PROVO. So long story short I’m not sure if I’m going to go. I hate being uncomfortable and it’s hard for me to be in a group of people I don’t know. I get nervous. WEIRD! Did I mention this was a blind date? Even better right!? Any advice? Did I mention instead of going on the date I could babysit two very cute kids!?&lt;br /&gt;In MTC news we have a missionary who is from Australia and says damn and hell like utah people say flip. It made me laugh so hard when he said it during class. For those of you who don’t know damn and hell aren’t bad words in Australia. The poor elder is working on his language he just doesn’t understand why American’s talk funny.&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to write blogs more often. Skye’s right they are therapeutic! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;-Leah can I come visit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-9148899905788139930?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/9148899905788139930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=9148899905788139930' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/9148899905788139930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/9148899905788139930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry-its-been-so-long.html' title='sorry it&apos;s been so long!'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-6606698889946604044</id><published>2007-09-09T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:16:24.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/RuRu_NC6LZI/AAAAAAAAABM/q2_lokkpuMs/s1600-h/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108329909457661330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/RuRu_NC6LZI/AAAAAAAAABM/q2_lokkpuMs/s320/bathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Ash, Tia, Bon, me and uncle Larry all went to see Josh Groban in SLC. It was soooo much fun! We had great seats and rocked out to his sexy voice! Before the concert we walked to Wendys to get everyone something to eat. I, of course, needed to use the bathroom and found that sometimes one needs a token in order to use the facilities:)! I thought it was pretty funny and decided to have ash take a picture. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;School started this week and with it comes lack of sleep and patience. I love all of my classes minus my theory class...some of the readings are well put together I just don't understand why people just do say how they feel right out and act like it's necessary to add flowery words for show.&lt;br /&gt;The mtc is starting to drive me nuts as well...that's not normal. I'm doing my support services rotation and am working in the RC for the semester. The missionaries are on the phones the entire time and I'm not allowed to teach them anything. I get so bored! I have too much energy while I'm at work as it is and to have me sit down for four hours a day making sure the missionaries don't have a bad experience is hard. I know the Lord is trying to humble me. I should have a better attitude and I promise I'm working on it!:)&lt;br /&gt;On a good note my roomies and I are consistently having prayer and scriptures study plus I love reading my text books for this semester-minus theory of course:)&lt;br /&gt;(Leah any time I can see you, emily, garrit, and my drewby just let me know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-6606698889946604044?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/6606698889946604044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=6606698889946604044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6606698889946604044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/6606698889946604044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-ash-tia-bon-me-and-uncle-larry-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/RuRu_NC6LZI/AAAAAAAAABM/q2_lokkpuMs/s72-c/bathroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-5790895113134433558</id><published>2007-07-31T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:44:31.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my little bro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq_Vc-ZRZPI/AAAAAAAAABE/4-IyC1Rumcs/s1600-h/DSCN3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093524397341369586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq_Vc-ZRZPI/AAAAAAAAABE/4-IyC1Rumcs/s320/DSCN3880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my roommates bro is preparing to enter the MTC which makes me miss my own little bro, Spencer. I must say that I have the coolest little brother in the entire world. Not only is he a stud at golf, but he's a rockin' missionary. I am so proud of him! Woo hoo for Elder Adkins- the studliest missionary ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-5790895113134433558?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5790895113134433558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=5790895113134433558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5790895113134433558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5790895113134433558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2007/07/ode-to-my-little-bro.html' title='Ode to my little bro!'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq_Vc-ZRZPI/AAAAAAAAABE/4-IyC1Rumcs/s72-c/DSCN3880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-5509094828230655037</id><published>2007-07-30T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:17:02.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hott gals of the Hizzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq7FGuZRZLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bmdCcb5gl5I/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093224947926525106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq7FGuZRZLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bmdCcb5gl5I/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq7FHOZRZMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0EaNJSPgJUY/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093224956516459714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq7FHOZRZMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0EaNJSPgJUY/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq7FHeZRZNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_mU1l7TN8DE/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093224960811427026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq7FHeZRZNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_mU1l7TN8DE/s320/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls of the house. Yes, we have multiple personalities but what's new? Ashleigh, Ashley, Linny, and Skye. I love these girls! Skye, don't leave us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-5509094828230655037?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/5509094828230655037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=5509094828230655037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5509094828230655037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/5509094828230655037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2007/07/hott-gals-of-hizzie.html' title='Hott gals of the Hizzie'/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zF5apfTFK-g/Rq7FGuZRZLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bmdCcb5gl5I/s72-c/IMG_0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-2355322227183966879</id><published>2007-07-30T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:09:52.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that drive me crazy:&lt;br /&gt;1.doing/folding/putting away laundry&lt;br /&gt;2. styling my hair&lt;br /&gt;3. cleaning the dishes&lt;br /&gt;4. cooking-although I'm getting much better&lt;br /&gt;5. snobby people/ missionaries&lt;br /&gt;6. guys who don't put the toilet seat down&lt;br /&gt;7. guys who wear girl jeans&lt;br /&gt;8. guys (and girls must be fare) who say one thing but do another&lt;br /&gt;9. people who pull out in front of me on the road and go 5 miles an hour even though no one was behind me and they just couldn't wait a few more seconds&lt;br /&gt;7. people who want to talk about politics when they know nothing about the issues!!&lt;br /&gt;9. men who think women are nothing&lt;br /&gt;10. women who think men are nothing&lt;br /&gt;11. people who don't like anything about America but live in America&lt;br /&gt;12. people who keep walking when they play the national anthem on campus instead of facing toward the flag, putting their hand over their heart, and showing some respect for the sacrifice of freedom!&lt;br /&gt;13. the fact that I don't have more patience! (I'm working on it:)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-2355322227183966879?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/2355322227183966879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=2355322227183966879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2355322227183966879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/2355322227183966879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-that-drive-me-crazy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-777449292281014165.post-377020743186412477</id><published>2007-07-27T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:13:06.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I write my very first blog I am watching Batman Begins and have come to the conclusion that Christian Bale is the hottest man alive. Just thought I would throw that out there.&lt;br /&gt;So my roommate from forever is leaving me on Monday. Skye seems to think that leaving her roommates is ok if you get a teaching job in california. LAME! I will miss all the good times, like her burning eggs and making our entire house smell like you know what! The conversations she would have with herself because I wasn't paying attention (poor thing!). Her psychotic dance moves. Our wonderful sayings such as "I'm just sayin'" not to be overshadowed by Skye's personal favorite, "Silly goose." I guess we all must grow up some time I just hate that it has to now!&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note my new MTC district seems to be pretty cool. The missionaries looked at me as if I was crazy this morning but I'm sure after a week they'll be use to my loud and sweet spirited personality:) the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/777449292281014165-377020743186412477?l=ashleighadkins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/feeds/377020743186412477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=777449292281014165&amp;postID=377020743186412477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/377020743186412477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/777449292281014165/posts/default/377020743186412477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleighadkins.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-i-write-my-very-first-blog-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Leigh Way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18347291290918226069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
