<?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-325696358829296996</id><updated>2012-01-15T17:09:29.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac and Ashley Cook - Together Forever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-8892675321018032853</id><published>2011-09-24T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:12:01.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, yeah it's been forever. And I should be posting about life and my little one and all that jazz. But I haven't had a ton of time, and this will only take a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My cousin is doing a special giveaway, and I really want it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's pretty awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And  I'm supposed to tell you to enter to win too, but I don't really want you to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because  that lessens my chance to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And that's sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Because I really want to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And if I win, there will be lots and lots and lots of cute things to see on here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Meaning you'll hear from me more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Which is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But check it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://monkeybidnaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/giveitaway-giveitaway-giveitaway-now.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love you Cami!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-8892675321018032853?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/8892675321018032853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=8892675321018032853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/8892675321018032853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/8892675321018032853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2011/09/giveaway.html' title='Giveaway!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-8762275779463067704</id><published>2011-05-17T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:17:57.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>This year, we have decided to attempt to grow a garden. We have the space for it in the backyard, and hopefully if it works out, it will save us some money as well. Both of us grew up in families that had gardens, but when it comes down to planning, preparing, etc. We were pretty much in the dark. So this is our experiment year. (My dad says every year is an experiment year..... oh boy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad was kind enough to lend us his tiller so we could get started. I've tried to take some pictures as we go, but no guarantees it will keep going. Here are just a few of what we've done so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6DvrkMvOec/TdMK45duBWI/AAAAAAAAARk/Hzx4KuP6PRk/s400/DSCN3154.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607837933620823394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1-ntHDUXsU/TdMK5AGPtEI/AAAAAAAAARs/zZnEdF0RWAw/s400/DSCN3155.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607837935401415746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had these random tulips growing in the middle of the garden. Before they bloomed, we thought they were some nasty weed we were going to have to destroy. Imagine our surprise on Mother's Day when we looked out the window and saw these instead. We dug up the bulbs for transplanting. They can be happy and cheerful somewhere else next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UhMbwOjsmm8/TdMK5b3hdDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/g7PVEx59Q-c/s400/DSCN3159.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607837942855857202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HglO8rak9Qc/TdMK5pHsRFI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PF2q5_JpD-U/s400/DSCN3160.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607837946413335634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Handsome Man working the tiller. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ny8G12911A/TdMK5x4hbiI/AAAAAAAAASE/jixE62DCwmQ/s400/DSCN3161.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607837948765629986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The really pretty sunset that night. All the yellow leaves in the tree weren't really yellow. That's the effect of the sun. So cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJgbKwObkMk/TdMNgR-GcXI/AAAAAAAAASU/9jSKVgLAC6w/s400/DSCN3165.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607840809237246322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGAkBOkfSn4/TdMOP32SZGI/AAAAAAAAASc/jL3wIGPOyQE/s400/DSCN3164.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607841626858873954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We fertilized and planted some plants last night(we being Zac. I was in the process of splashing hot oil up my arm while making dinner and was not really much help after that.), but it was too dark for me to take a picture. More to come later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's the latest for now! Cross your fingers this works out. If it does, maybe some of you will get to enjoy some of our bounty. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-8762275779463067704?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/8762275779463067704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=8762275779463067704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/8762275779463067704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/8762275779463067704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6DvrkMvOec/TdMK45duBWI/AAAAAAAAARk/Hzx4KuP6PRk/s72-c/DSCN3154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4553269217814944642</id><published>2011-05-11T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:34:02.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Girl</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone knows by now that we are expecting a little GIRL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ultrasound was quite special, as it was on our 1st anniversary. Seeing her move around was so fun and exciting! I have a picture of her profile up at work, and I pretty much just stare at it all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the ultrasound, we've been to 2 more Dr. appointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the first appointment after the ultrasound, my doctor pointed out that the radiologist was a little unclear about how low the placenta was, and that we would be doing another ultrasound in the future to check up on that and make sure we weren't going to have a problem known as placenta previa. The doctor is pretty confidant that as the pregnancy progresses, the placenta will move up, and we won't have any problems. (Cross your fingers he's right.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also were told at this appointment that they were moving my due date back a week and a half because of how big (or should I say small) little girl was measuring. So, instead of being due August 3rd, my due date is now August 14th. That was quite depressing that day. Possible issues, and longer pregnancy than expected. Sad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My latest appointment was last Friday. I had to take the nasty glucose screening test, and Zac was unable to come with me. Luckily the appointment went well. I was able to hear little girls heartbeat again, and she even kicked the monitor in the process. She's measuring right on schedule as well. I was told after they took my blood that if I didn't hear from them, I passed the test, and all was good. We have scheduled another ultrasound for our next appointment to make sure everything is going well with little girl, and to see where the placenta is placed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did hear back on the blood test, but luckily not because I failed the test. I passed (YAY!), but have a low iron count. I knew this already because of the first initial blood test. My doctor told me to start taking regular iron pills after I didn't have to take the anti-nausea pill anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me to my next point. As of today, I have not had to take the anti-nausea pill for 2 weeks and 1 day, and I still have not thrown up. Seriously people... it's a miracle! It took until I was pretty much 25 weeks for it to subside, but I'm so glad it's getting better. I still feel pretty icky at night, and sometimes have to fight major waves of nausea, but no vomit is such a lovely thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here is the downside. I pretty much skipped the "honeymoon" stage of the pregnancy. I traded vomit for heartburn and uncomfort and all that other stuff. I pretty much went from the 1st trimester experience straight to the 3rd trimester experience. Yes. I'm complaining. It's been rough. I think I have a right to pout for just a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little girl is getting much bigger and stronger. Zac can now feel her kick quite frequently and I even saw my tummy literally jump at work today. She's most active when I'm laying down before I fall asleep. It's like she finally senses I'm not moving around anymore and has to say hello before I drift off to sleep. Although today she made it quite clear that she didn't want me to forget that she was with me. It's fun to feel how active she is. My sweet little girl has already won my heart completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Zac finished off the semester (YAY!) and started his internship with the church. (double yay!) So I have my husband back at night, and we're more on the same schedule. I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Zac decided to spoil me for mothers day and got me a laptop. I was completely surprised. We had been talking about getting one, but I definitely wasn't expecting it as a gift. I could go into a lot more detail, but basically a lot of thought and research was put into getting one that I would like. My husband is a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I'm forgetting other things that I could talk about, but basically life is good. A little painful and uncomfortable, but still good. We are very excited to welcome this precious gift into our family and home, and feel very blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4553269217814944642?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4553269217814944642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4553269217814944642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4553269217814944642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4553269217814944642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-little-girl.html' title='Our Little Girl'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-1777209268054952800</id><published>2011-03-09T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:13:15.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest News</title><content type='html'>Friday went well. We got to hear the baby's heart-beat again, this time we were told it sounded like a boy. Only time will really tell. It's fun to hear my baby and know that it's healthy and doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have scheduled the Ultrasound for March 18th - our Anniversary. I can't think of a better way to celebrate! We are excited to find out the gender of our little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... hello to the snow storm on Monday! This is what I woke up to Tuesday morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7LlXljMoIk/TXgk7rjzT_I/AAAAAAAAARM/xeF6JCnkzBs/s1600/Ash%2B09-10%2Bto%2B03-11%2B286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7LlXljMoIk/TXgk7rjzT_I/AAAAAAAAARM/xeF6JCnkzBs/s400/Ash%2B09-10%2Bto%2B03-11%2B286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582252345849499634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was late for work. Luckily the tree is not broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's mostly it for now. I'll most likely post again after the Ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zac and Ash&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/325696358829296996-1777209268054952800?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/1777209268054952800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=1777209268054952800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1777209268054952800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1777209268054952800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2011/03/latest-news.html' title='The Latest News'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7LlXljMoIk/TXgk7rjzT_I/AAAAAAAAARM/xeF6JCnkzBs/s72-c/Ash%2B09-10%2Bto%2B03-11%2B286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4654202419800252694</id><published>2011-02-27T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T10:36:44.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know...</title><content type='html'>I totally felt baby move a couple days ago! 1 day before 17 weeks. It was amazing! I haven't felt it since, but it's so good to know that there's something in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I can tell my body is changing, but to know that it's because of a living person inside of me makes it so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next appointment is Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4654202419800252694?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4654202419800252694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4654202419800252694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4654202419800252694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4654202419800252694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just So You Know...'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-561620764637573417</id><published>2011-02-17T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:55:52.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something That Made Me Giggle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A lady at work sent me this in an email and it just made me giggle. I thought I should share. Some of you may enjoy it too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a little small... If I make it any bigger, it will be too blurry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gjXcOXHYfM/TV2Wye0wkHI/AAAAAAAAARE/daJ4C8E6CeI/s1600/shampoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574777707766517874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gjXcOXHYfM/TV2Wye0wkHI/AAAAAAAAARE/daJ4C8E6CeI/s400/shampoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-561620764637573417?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/561620764637573417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=561620764637573417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/561620764637573417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/561620764637573417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2011/02/something-that-made-me-giggle.html' title='Something That Made Me Giggle...'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gjXcOXHYfM/TV2Wye0wkHI/AAAAAAAAARE/daJ4C8E6CeI/s72-c/shampoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-1808190175349649080</id><published>2011-02-03T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:52:23.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Appointment #2</title><content type='html'>We had our 2nd appointment on the 1st, and everything is going well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to hear the baby's heartbeat this time (1st time we SAW it on an ultrasound). It's so good to hear that there's something in there moving around. Baby likes to move a lot though. The doctor said that if the "heartbeat theory" is correct, then it's a little girl floating around in there. That's a big IF though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been disposing of my food in a most unpleasant manner, the doc perscribed some anti-nausea pills that have so far worked. (Thank the light!) They do leave me quite tired though, which makes it interesting at work sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next appointment is next month, when we will schedule an appointment to find out if this little one is a boy or a girl. So.... around the middle of March. Which is a pretty good Anniversary present if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, all is well here in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love to All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac and Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-1808190175349649080?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/1808190175349649080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=1808190175349649080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1808190175349649080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1808190175349649080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2011/02/dr-appointment-2.html' title='Dr. Appointment #2'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-7129826557240893357</id><published>2011-01-20T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:35:53.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I just have to say........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;August seems so very far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a package coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when it finally gets here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll get to have this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJGvHAOEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FT6PYMWyvdg/s1600/baby%2Bfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564488825922664514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJGvHAOEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FT6PYMWyvdg/s320/baby%2Bfeet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And This:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJG13HVBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QD9Yb65FUCk/s1600/baby-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564488827735069714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJG13HVBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/QD9Yb65FUCk/s320/baby-hand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That sometimes smiles like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJG-063yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X9B9jS2ljEA/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564488830141783842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJG-063yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X9B9jS2ljEA/s320/smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And possibly has eyes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJHK6p_kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ZbLnsCpKfQc/s1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564488833387068994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJHK6p_kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ZbLnsCpKfQc/s320/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.......Possitively Kissable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right now I feel a lot like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJHX5K5dI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NfnPnk6Pj9E/s1600/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564488836870497746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJHX5K5dI/AAAAAAAAAP8/NfnPnk6Pj9E/s320/green.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I'm starting to feel like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJG-063yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/X9B9jS2ljEA/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJnDfKR1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/wQOhMaaBPOA/s1600/hippo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564489381148510034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJnDfKR1I/AAAAAAAAAQE/wQOhMaaBPOA/s320/hippo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But MOST of all.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJnQla97I/AAAAAAAAAQM/c98s7PFVxfE/s1600/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 509px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564489384664430514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJnQla97I/AAAAAAAAAQM/c98s7PFVxfE/s320/laugh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baby Cook.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Coming on or around August 3, 2011&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-7129826557240893357?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/7129826557240893357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=7129826557240893357' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/7129826557240893357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/7129826557240893357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2011/01/august.html' title='August'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TTkJGvHAOEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FT6PYMWyvdg/s72-c/baby%2Bfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-3526552546052508965</id><published>2010-12-11T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:12:15.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't said anything since I started my job. I mostly blame this on the fact that my time to do this has lessened greatly, AND after working on a computer all day, my desire to come home and get on the computer is not very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job is really good! The first day was really difficult, and I came home with the worst headache ever. It really is a completely different language that you have to learn, and you have to learn it fast! It's definitely gotten better, but I still don't understand everything, and I still ask a lot of questions. But I'm told that's normal. In fact, I see secretaries who have been there for YEARS who still ask questions. Even the attorneys ask questions. Something new always pops up, and we all learn something new everyday. I'm loving the brain stimulation I'm getting. I haven't been to school in a couple of years, and it feels like I'm back again. Except I don't have dreaded homework. It's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found a new place to live and will be moving a week from today. I still have no idea when I'm going to pack, but I'm SUPER excited. We are renting out the top floor of a house. the basement is a completely separate apartment with a separate entrance, so basically 2 different families can live there. Upstairs we have 3 bedrooms  with 2 bathrooms, a lovely kitchen (with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DISHWASHER&lt;/span&gt;!) and family room area complete with tile and laminate wood floors and a FIREPLACE!!! The basement also has 3 bedrooms, one bath, kitchen, large family space, fridge, dishwasher, counter space, and even hookups for a washer and dryer. There are also hookups for a washer and dryer upstairs in the garage. The house has a large deck, large backyard with a corner space for a garden. We are really excited for this opportunity to have a place that will finally feel like home. The basement has not been rented out to anyone yet, so if you are looking for a place to live, let me know. I'll get you in contact with the landowners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this whole move is that it will be RIGHT before Christmas, so I get to have my first Christmas alone with my husband! AND I get to set up a Christmas tree! I can't wait to start decorating and making it MY place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really feel so blessed. We've found a place to live, and I have a job that provides enough money for us to pay our bills and have insurance. I'm so grateful for everything that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happy note - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; was offered an internship with the Church! He will finish spring semester, and then start the internship for the summer (an internship that pays) and as soon as that ends, he'll go back to school for his last semester. If the internship goes well, and they like him, they will be hiring more people at the beginning of 2012, which is right after his last semester ends. SO... if things go well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; could possibly have a job with the church after he finishes school. A GREAT job, with WONDERFUL benefits. I don't know about you, but that sounds absolutely perfect to me. We'll just cross our fingers and pray that things work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall.... Life is amazing. I'm married to a wonderful mad who treats me like Gold, have a good job that I enjoy, found a beautiful place to live, and good prospects for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO Blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-3526552546052508965?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/3526552546052508965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=3526552546052508965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3526552546052508965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3526552546052508965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-9013555700365118070</id><published>2010-10-31T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:23:27.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy...!</title><content type='html'>I start my new job tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited, nervous, and a little freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this, Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-9013555700365118070?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/9013555700365118070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=9013555700365118070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/9013555700365118070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/9013555700365118070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy...!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-5567225417493888496</id><published>2010-10-28T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:30:52.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow...</title><content type='html'>I love shoes. I love trying them on, and love shoe shopping a lot more than clothes shopping. Probably because my feet don't have curves where they aren't supposed to be. However, I have a really hard time justifying spending a lot of money on a pair of shoes. So I shop here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TMpLuFFJG1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Kg7-1gV1viE/s1600/payless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TMpLuFFJG1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Kg7-1gV1viE/s320/payless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533318347187886930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meaning... good foot support is basically nil. And although the shoes from more expensive stores are better for my feet, and will probably last longer, I still have a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok! Because I know I'm not the only one who does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... my shoes are fine for normal wear and such, but when it comes to standing up the whole time I'm at work at Deseret Book, AFTER having worked at the high school.... Bad news! It got bad enough that I would come home from work, sit down, and dread having to stand back up again. I would almost cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got some in-soles for my shoes and it did wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good timing because tomorrow is my last day working the two jobs, and Saturday is my last day working at my store for Deseret Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to contemplate soaking my feet. Or convince my husband to massage them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if you can convince me to but better shoes. (perhaps my higher income soon will help.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&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/325696358829296996-5567225417493888496?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/5567225417493888496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=5567225417493888496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/5567225417493888496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/5567225417493888496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/10/ow.html' title='Ow...'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/TMpLuFFJG1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Kg7-1gV1viE/s72-c/payless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-8774337862427242310</id><published>2010-10-27T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:20:46.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>I love this new background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-8774337862427242310?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/8774337862427242310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=8774337862427242310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/8774337862427242310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/8774337862427242310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/10/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-2204404602424742666</id><published>2010-10-22T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:21:24.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The News</title><content type='html'>I got the job!&lt;br /&gt;The second interview went well. I met with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attorney&lt;/span&gt;, and it seemed to go well, but he had a very good poker face. So I left feeling that I did all I could, but still unsure. They let told me that they would let me know by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday morning they called and offered me the job! (That was fast.) I'm SO excited, and this is a HUGE blessing for us. I am a little nervous, but I'm always nervous when starting a new job.&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing was having to talk to the people at my other jobs. They have been good jobs, and I really love the people I've had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to work with. But, life moves on, and we really needed more income.&lt;br /&gt;So, I start Nov. 1st. HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;And it's Friday, so It's date night, and I'm so excited to spend the evening with my magnificent husband.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-2204404602424742666?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/2204404602424742666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=2204404602424742666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2204404602424742666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2204404602424742666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/10/news.html' title='The News'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-1285164539169061839</id><published>2010-10-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:18:54.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>Park City was fantastic! It was super nice to get away for the weekend and just enjoy family and each other. Every year for UEA weekend, my family does what we call "Book of Mormon Retreat". We go somewhere (most likely Park City) and read the Book of Mormon. We usually read a couple of hours a day before the trip, and then that weekend we read 3 hours in the morning, play all day, and 2 hours at night. My parents have it all worked out so that we actually read the entire Book of Mormon in a whole week. It's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite place to stay is the Silver King Hotel, which is within walking distance of the Alpine Slide and Coaster. Each time we go, we take an afternoon to go down the slide and coaster. This year we decided that we just wanted to do the coaster because it's just so much fun! Just like the slide, you can control your speed and the brakes, but you're in a seat that's actually attached to the rail. So there are absolutely no worries about crashing. You can go as fast as you want to, and it's a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to sit in your seat, and get pulled up the mountain. And the scenery this time of year is absolutely GORGEOUS! Yellow and red leaves everywhere. Although the ride is $11 a ride (ouch), I consider it worth it for once a year. I always forget how fun it is until I ride it again. SO fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was especially fun this year having my wonderful husband with me. We were able to snap a picture of us, but the camera died as soon as we did, so I don't even know if it's any good. If it is, I might post it. But if you know me... I'm not the best a posting things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the  interview:&lt;br /&gt;I was called today and have the 2nd interview scheduled for tomorrow at 10 a.m. SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;Some of you were asking what it's for. It's a secretarial job for a Patent Law firm in Sandy. If I get the job, it will help us immensely in the financial department. If I don't get it, then it just wasn't meant to be, and we'll keep looking for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went shopping with my mom today for a new pair of jeans because my only good pair had a hole in it that just wasn't in a modest spot. (My body type makes it so my thighs are constantly touching. Yep.... I hate it. Oh well....)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... We went to JC Penny's and found a $36 pair of jeans that was 50% off. ($18) THEN, I found a shirt and skirt that were $2.97 each!!! YAHOO! And then I needed a new white shirt for work since one of the other ones I had got a nasty stain. Gotta love the white shirts that stain so easily. So we found a $30 shirt that was also 50% off ($15). So in all, I got a pair of jeans, two shirts and a skirt All for less than a regular pair of jeans. FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;Go the JC Penny. There are cute things on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-1285164539169061839?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/1285164539169061839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=1285164539169061839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1285164539169061839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1285164539169061839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/10/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-6094447954200270228</id><published>2010-10-15T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:40:24.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>The interview went well! They had a lot of resumes sent in, and were narrowing things down, but they want me to come back next week for a second interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I met with were VERY nice and easy to talk to, and it seemed like a good environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... they'll be calling me sometime this next week to set up another interview. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  now I'm off to Park City to enjoy the weekend with my wonderful husband and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-6094447954200270228?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/6094447954200270228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=6094447954200270228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6094447954200270228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6094447954200270228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-6816658853731502544</id><published>2010-10-14T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:08:25.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Your Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a Job interview tomorrow. I'm kind of nervous, but we'll see how it goes. If I get this job, our financial outlook will be a whole lot better, and greatly needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please keep me in your prayers. I'll post again with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-6816658853731502544?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/6816658853731502544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=6816658853731502544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6816658853731502544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6816658853731502544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/10/cross-your-fingers.html' title='Cross Your Fingers'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-6150155451311488150</id><published>2010-10-13T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:03:29.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am the Luckiest!</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't been feeling well lately. Thursday and Friday I was planning on doing our mountain (literally) of laundry, but instead went straight to bed in my attempt to get rid of a sore throat. Throughout the night I had a fever on and off. Saturday was my brother's baptism, so we were gone all day, and then Monday was back to work. So... laundry didn't get done. Again. Ugh... I felt like such a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have the best husband in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;No Contest.&lt;br /&gt;It's fall break, so he hasn't had school.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of just chilling and relaxing his brain and such, what did he do?&lt;br /&gt;The laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Did he complain?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Did he make me feel bad?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the best. And I'm so lucky! He certainly takes good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love, Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-6150155451311488150?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/6150155451311488150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=6150155451311488150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6150155451311488150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6150155451311488150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-luckiest.html' title='I Am the Luckiest!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4973370910908132016</id><published>2010-10-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:22:58.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brother!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Landon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy do I miss you! I can't  believe you've been gone for 8 months now! 1/3 of the way through And now you are no longer a teenager. You've reached a new decade, and it makes me a little sad that we aren't with you  to celebrate. But it's good! You are doing exactly what you always wanted to do, and what the Lord wants you to do. You are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite frequent that I'll be in the car and a song that you particularly like will come on. Normally, I would just skip to the next station like I would before, but then it's like you're back in the car with me and you're saying, "Wait! Go back! I like that song!" And so I turn it up instead and think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me. I'm talking like you're gone forever! And you're not! You'll be home in 16 months and 2 days. But it's your birthday, and I miss you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading your letters.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear your testimony.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was better about writing to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you are my brother.&lt;br /&gt;You have always been a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who so willingly serves others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear brother!!!! I hope this day is a good one for you, and that you remember that those of us here at home love you very much. You are AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Your older sister,&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4973370910908132016?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4973370910908132016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4973370910908132016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4973370910908132016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4973370910908132016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-brother.html' title='Happy Birthday Brother!!!!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4104356750438505244</id><published>2010-09-25T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:32:06.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Terrible</title><content type='html'>I don't really know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;This is JUST like a journal.&lt;br /&gt;And just like my real journal...&lt;br /&gt;I've neglected to write for FOREVER, and therefore there's just too much going on.&lt;br /&gt;So how do I update without typing up a complete novel?&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, don't have time to do that, and nobody has time to read it either!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to do an overview.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;I hope (if anyone even reads this anymore) you will forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; and I are no longer living in the basement apartment. Our landlord needed it for a family member. It happened all quite suddenly, and we were out a little over a week after we found out we had to leave. So in the meantime, we are in my in-laws basement. We are grateful for loving friends and family who helped us move so suddenly. For my parents, who so generously offered their garage as a storage place for our things, and for my in-laws, who are letting us invade their living space for just a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; is back in school, and it's insanity. I'm growing a very strong dislike for school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I absolutely LOVE spending time with my husband, and school takes up some of that time. I'm getting better though.... I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working my two jobs. Nothing has changed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... life is busy, and I don't very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frequently&lt;/span&gt; have a computer at my disposal. Maybe I'll be better about updating this thing, but no promises. As for now, our lives are simple. Nothing big is really happening, besides the fact that I love my husband more and more every day. It's amazing! Hope all of you are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4104356750438505244?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4104356750438505244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4104356750438505244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4104356750438505244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4104356750438505244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-terrible.html' title='I&apos;m So Terrible'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-3833510430826218297</id><published>2010-05-28T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:51:11.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm....</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a REALLY long time. So I'll fill in really fast. No, I didn't get the job. But that's ok. Marriage is the best thing I've EVER done. Zac is the light of my life, and I couldn't ask for more. He goes to school and works, I work a lot... ok it seems like a lot. We're currently living in a basement apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I've been somewhat of a social recluse lately, and I'm blaming that on the fact that I just love being home with my very best friend. Work at the school ends next week, so hopefully I'll have a little more time on my hands to finish unpacking the junk that I need to go through, do some organizing, and other stuff like keeping up on this blog. Although I will admit, when life gets busy, this is the LAST thing I think about doing. Sorry... it's just the way things go. Anyway, I don't really have pictures of the wedding yet, but when I get them, I'll make sure to post some. Hope everyone is doing well, and is happy! I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Cook :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-3833510430826218297?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/3833510430826218297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=3833510430826218297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3833510430826218297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3833510430826218297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/05/ummm.html' title='Ummm....'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-3517878403901118581</id><published>2010-02-11T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:25:40.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Your Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have a job interview tomorrow! Not with the company I was talking about in my previous post, but with Mountain America Credit Union! About a week ago, I discovered online that they have an opening at their Sandy branch, so I filled out an online application. A couple days later, I checked their website again and the job was no longer listed. So I figured the job had been filled, and I moved on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, today while I was at work, I received a call from one of their representatives. She wanted to see if I had 10-15 min. to do a quick phone interview. And guess what?..... My flippin phone was almost DEAD!!! Talk about picking a HORRIBLE day to have a dead phone. But I had enough battery power to explain the situation and asked if I could call her back on another phone. I was so freaked out. Seriously, I haven't been that anxious in a VERY long time. My hands couldn't stop shaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After I was able to get ahold of another phone, I called the lady back, and answered all her questions. (Hands still shaking.... I don't know what my problem was!) It seriously was an interview over the phone. After which she told me where they were located, the hours worked, and the usual starting pay. She seemed really nice, and told me someone would be contacting me within the next 24 hours to schedule a face-to-face interview. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;They Called!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I have a face-to-face interview with them tomorrow at 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AAAAAHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;This really would be a great blessing if I got this job. I wouldn't have to quit my other job. It's Mon. - Fri. 2-6 and every other Sat. 9-2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So pray for me. I'm super nervous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-3517878403901118581?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/3517878403901118581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=3517878403901118581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3517878403901118581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3517878403901118581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/02/cross-your-fingers.html' title='Cross Your Fingers'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-7446986099096811912</id><published>2010-02-08T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:57:29.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Wanted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good news!!! Zac and I have found a place to live! It's a basement apartment in West Valley. 3 bedroom, 1 bath. It's a really great price for the size, and it just so happens to be right next door to my best girl friend Shayla Bentley! We are SO looking forward to starting our life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I just need every one's help. With our very small income, we can survive. But I've been looking for a full time job, and some options have come up. My cousin may be starting a new job soon, and her current job will open up. After talking about what she does, and how much it will provide, it sounds like a great opportunity! But in order for me to even apply for the job, my cousin will need to actually get this other job. (jeepers life is crazy!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Could anyone who reads this please keep us in your prayers? That whatever happens, we will be able to work things out. We've had so many wonderful opportunities come up, and it's truly amazing how the blessings keep flowing. Thank you to everyone for your love and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-7446986099096811912?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/7446986099096811912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=7446986099096811912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/7446986099096811912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/7446986099096811912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/02/help-wanted.html' title='Help Wanted!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-9032805337771596404</id><published>2010-02-01T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:20:42.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagements!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This past Saturday, My cousin Stuart took our engagement pictures at Gardner Village. It really was the perfect weather considering it's the middle of winter. We had fun, and got some pretty good pictures we'll be able to use. Thanks Stuart! Here's just a few. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2e9e3Xp-NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mrdzINMcPjI/s1600-h/IMG_5879_ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433519813402687698" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2e9e3Xp-NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mrdzINMcPjI/s320/IMG_5879_ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;           &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433522525632336322" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2e_8vNmEcI/AAAAAAAAANg/crnOgHo8v0w/s320/IMG_5948_ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2e_8MB_rOI/AAAAAAAAANY/s5cBH5wa_-4/s1600-h/IMG_5924_ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433522516188441826" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2e_8MB_rOI/AAAAAAAAANY/s5cBH5wa_-4/s320/IMG_5924_ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2fBIaeC0-I/AAAAAAAAANw/fv8MveCLM50/s1600-h/IMG_6044_ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433523825734243298" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2fBIaeC0-I/AAAAAAAAANw/fv8MveCLM50/s320/IMG_6044_ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2fBHhOLD6I/AAAAAAAAANo/nU845HQ26FA/s1600-h/IMG_5978_ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433523810366853026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2fBHhOLD6I/AAAAAAAAANo/nU845HQ26FA/s320/IMG_5978_ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Of course, there are a lot more, and I didn't post my VERY favorites, because we'll use those and don't want to "spoil the surprise" :) But there you go... more to come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-9032805337771596404?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/9032805337771596404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=9032805337771596404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/9032805337771596404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/9032805337771596404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/02/engagements.html' title='Engagements!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S2e9e3Xp-NI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mrdzINMcPjI/s72-c/IMG_5879_ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-6061584344732524312</id><published>2010-01-21T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:59:30.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever gone back and watched all those old Classic Disney movies you watched when you were a kid? Let me tell you... this is one of my favorite things to do. I'm sitting here as my brothers watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/span&gt;, and completely enjoying it! There are lines I didn't know I remembered, (as I'm quoting it) and then there are lines that are hilarious that I never understood! The Genie... he's a funny guy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The same goes for movies like Beauty and the Beast, Jungle Book, Sleeping Beauty, and even some of the more recent ones like Toy Story. Maybe I'm just a little kid inside and I may never grow up, but I think I will always love these movies. And it's amazing how much entertainment I get out of them if I haven't seen it in a very long time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, this is just my thought for the day. You should try it! Pull out a movie you used to watch a ton when you were a kid, but you haven't seen in a long time. Watch it. It's great fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-6061584344732524312?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/6061584344732524312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=6061584344732524312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6061584344732524312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6061584344732524312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-thought.html' title='A Happy Thought'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-8534581190399564425</id><published>2010-01-18T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:46:16.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Plans Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Note:My brain is kind of in a million places right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So this post may seem a little random at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Things are starting to pick up! With Lucas now here and Jessica starting to get a hang of the whole Mommy role, we've been able to start to focus on Landon's mission prep. and my wedding plans. With everything happening in such a short amount of time, I've just had to focus on taking one day at a time in order to not go insane. It's working so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;About a month ago, My mom, Zac and I went to look at a Reception center I was really interested in. A lot of people said it was really pretty and they liked it. They were right - it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; very pretty. However, all of us didn't get a good feeling about the people who ran the place. It almost seemed like they were hiding something. Not necessarily from us, but in general. We also didn't really feel like they were very excited to work with us, and it wasn't a very good experience. So we decided not to schedule with them. Then there was New Years, and Lucas came, so wedding plans went on the back burner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last week, we started to pick up plans again. While I was in Vegas visiting Jess and the baby, I looked up a TON of different reception centers around the valley. I decided I really liked a place in Sandy, and decided to call and check out the place when we got back. However, when I called to check if the date (March 18th) was available, it had already been booked. But the 19th and 20th were still open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;ok this is my little Paragraph to kind of vent. We are getting married the weekend right before spring break. Meaning.... every other college student who is engaged is getting married the SAME WEEKEND!!!! We decided to get married on the 18th because it's a Thursday. Friday and Saturday are going to be ridiculous. So... calling and trying to schedule a day in the weekend when the Friday and Saturday would generally be booked first, and they're NOT... but they day you want IS?! UGH..... RIDICULOUS!!!! Ok. I'm done venting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, I decided to check on another place that I was slightly interested in, and the 18th was still available! We checked it out last Wednesday, and WOW... the difference in the feel we got at this place was almost tangible. The ladies were VERY welcoming and made sure all our questions were answered. They were more than willing to accommodate our large family needs, and weren't too pushy. At the same time, they weren't hesitant about answering any of our questions. They were strait forward, and all together very easy to work with. And their rates are good too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So we booked it! The place is called Arbor Manor. They give you the option of having them take care of everything, or you can bring in food, flowers, cake etc. too. So basically, we just have to decide what they're doing, and what we're doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S1VTZ-WAmmI/AAAAAAAAANI/M8_jMMf_rys/s1600-h/arbor-manor-building2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428336631562148450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S1VTZ-WAmmI/AAAAAAAAANI/M8_jMMf_rys/s320/arbor-manor-building2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S1VTZYiuIZI/AAAAAAAAANA/XTQ2k-fImp4/s1600-h/arbor+manor.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428336621414916498" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S1VTZYiuIZI/AAAAAAAAANA/XTQ2k-fImp4/s320/arbor+manor.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;At this point, we're planning on having them do all the decorating (backdrop, table settings, centerpieces, chair covers, etc.), and the cake. We might bring in our own catering and flowers. That's still open for debate. But having finally found a reception center that we like has taken a lot of stress off our shoulders, and we're starting to get really excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Another update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My mom and my best friend, Shayla Bentley, went Dress shopping with me today, and we found a dress I love! We first went to a place called Sweethearts bridal, where we found my sister's dress. A lot of them were very pretty, but I liked the last one the most. We put in on hold for a week, and decided to check out Allyse's Bridal down the street just to see if we found anything else I liked. I wasn't expecting to find anything better, and I definitely wasn't planning on getting anything there because they tend to run more expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We tried on dress after dress after dress, and I just wasn't very impressed with what I was seeing. But then the last dress I was going to try on (of course) was gorgeous! I fell in love with it immediately. It was very slimming and flattering, and It literally was everything I had imagined in my wedding dress. So, even though it was more than I was really anticipating spending on my wedding dress, it was still within my dress budget. So we got it! It has to be altered because I'm so short and the shoulders don't fit right. AH!!!!! I'm getting so excited! I can't go into too much detail, or post pictures because my fiance does occasionally check this blog ;). But I'll be sure to post pictures of the wedding later and you'll see. Basically, I've never felt more pretty in a dress before.... ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So pretty much the only thing left we have to figure out is announcements, engagement pictures, and bridals. I have an awesome cousin who is going to take our engagements next weekend, so we're well on our way to figuring things out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This time has been stressful, but so exciting as I anticipate starting a life with the man that I love. I feel so blessed that things are falling into place, and I'm somehow finding time to squeeze everything in. Life is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love, Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-8534581190399564425?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/8534581190399564425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=8534581190399564425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/8534581190399564425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/8534581190399564425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-plans-update.html' title='Wedding Plans Update!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S1VTZ-WAmmI/AAAAAAAAANI/M8_jMMf_rys/s72-c/arbor-manor-building2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-315992096380334792</id><published>2010-01-11T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:28:32.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0ukIhUlGiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BbXZVgJpXnA/s1600-h/188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425610642388490786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0ukIhUlGiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BbXZVgJpXnA/s320/188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best ways to ring in a new year is with an addition to the family! My sister, Jessica, had her first baby on Dec. 31st. The first Grandbaby, and my first nephew! Baby Lucas Joseph McNichols was born at 12:51 p.m. Vegas time, and weighed 5lbs 6oz. 18.5 inches long. Just a tiny little thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Dad (Grandma and Grandpa..... hehehe) went down the next day to help out, and Dad came back Sunday the 3rd. I was lucky enough to get this past Thursday-Saturday off work, so I could go down to see the little man. He is SO TINY! Immediately I loved him. He's such a precious little thing. I was able to take some pictures of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uic57denI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rGE4Y7jWLXo/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425608793568148082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uic57denI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rGE4Y7jWLXo/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lucas With Grandpa Crapo. Look how small He is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uidfHzQqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Cg0vFpjSTAs/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425608803552019106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uidfHzQqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Cg0vFpjSTAs/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uid46U9-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/36io4GZZwvo/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425608810474829794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uid46U9-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/36io4GZZwvo/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Being all cute and awake while I held him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uieE9PsaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TzyWKrYD_gY/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425608813708292514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uieE9PsaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TzyWKrYD_gY/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crashed in my arms. Oh how I love this little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uiekypA8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/vd4t-w1m0bg/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425608822253749186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0uiekypA8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/vd4t-w1m0bg/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0ukJH3613I/AAAAAAAAAMo/nJILgVlPsUE/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425610652737263474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0ukJH3613I/AAAAAAAAAMo/nJILgVlPsUE/s320/204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Awww.....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0ukJuBOI_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/b0uFUSwU7qQ/s1600-h/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425610662976824306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0ukJuBOI_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/b0uFUSwU7qQ/s320/212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;About to smile in Grandma's arms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0ukJ8uWIDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SlYj_IOBA2I/s1600-h/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425610666924187698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0ukJ8uWIDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SlYj_IOBA2I/s320/221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I LOOOOOOOVE Being Auntie Ashley! And I especially love his cute Sunday outfit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-315992096380334792?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/315992096380334792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=315992096380334792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/315992096380334792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/315992096380334792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/S0ukIhUlGiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BbXZVgJpXnA/s72-c/188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-6509181300840468966</id><published>2009-12-22T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T13:47:36.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finals week.... I never realized how much I could hate finals week until it wasn't ME who was in school... but my fiance. Ew. Luckily, I was scheduled to work a lot of hours, so instead of sitting at home and moping because I couldn't be with him, I was working a 52 hour work week. It's a GREAT way to keep your mind occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finals are over!!!! HOORAY! That was all last week. Which means I should be able to see the love of my life and really enjoy the Christmas season, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who got sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I got sick Saturday night. I had a fever and ached all over. And I was really freaked out because I was supposed to accompany my Dad in his sacrament meeting, accompany the choir and sing in the singles ward, and sing again at a fireside Sunday night. NOT a good time to get sick! So at 2:00 a.m. I tearfully woke up my dad to ask for a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for my Dad. Grateful that I can ask for a blessing at any time, and he is worthy and prepared to do that for me. Grateful that he actively holds the priesthood. What a difference it makes in the spirit of our home! And although I'll be moving away in a couple months, I will still have all those blessings because I'm lucky enough that I get to marry a man who respects his priesthood just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but I'm also grateful for a loving Father in Heaven, who knows our desires and our needs. Who is so willing to bless us. Guess what? Sunday I felt fine. The fever was gone, and I was able to fulfill all my obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't last. Sunday night I started to get a headache again, and the fever came back full force. I think I worked too hard last week and didn't take care of my body. So now my body is FORCING me to slow down. I missed work yesterday, and I'm missing it again today. There are some final things I need to do for Christmas gifts, and I can't because I'm quarantined to my room. And the worst part? I can't be with Zac. (grumble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have mixed emotions. I'm grateful for the miracle and blessing I was given to be able to do those things I needed to do on Sunday. It truly was amazing. But it really was horrible timing for me to get sick. I'm hoping today is the last of it all, so I can be healthy for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-6509181300840468966?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/6509181300840468966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=6509181300840468966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6509181300840468966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6509181300840468966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/12/yuck.html' title='Yuck...'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4897320757406376239</id><published>2009-12-11T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:14:45.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really have gotten so bad at this blogging thing. At the times when I SHOULD be writing things, I don't. So nobody really knows what's going on in my life. I blame it on life getting crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I have a lot of things to cover. Most of which are all very exciting. But the thought about having to cover everything is so overwhelming, I kind of want to curl up in a ball and cry. So I've decided, in order to save my sanity, you are getting the very readers digest version, and then we'll move on with the present. HOORAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok first of all, on September 9th, (09/09/09) I received my mission call to the Louisville Kentucky Mission! I was scheduled to go into the MTC on Dec. 16th (less than a week from now!). It was all very exciting and fun. HOWEVER..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.... precisely 5 days later, I started dating a very dear friend of mine. One of my very best friends, in fact. And through the past few months he has become the dearest friend I have ever known. So I'm not going on my mission. I'm getting married instead. YAY!!!! This young man treats me like gold, and I'm continually in awe as I get to know him better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zac (yep, that's his name) proposed on November 27th. Black Friday. We will be getting married in the Draper Temple on March 18th. I can hardly wait! Wedding plans are under way, and we're trying to stay sane as Zac finishes school finals this week and next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I've been through these experiences the past 6 months, I've often wondered what exactly I was supposed to be learning, and why things were happening the way they were. I'm still not sure what some of God's purposes were and are, but I do know that I am grateful for the testimony I have gained as I have had to rely and trust in the Lord. Trust that He would take care of me, and as long as I was listening to the spirit, I would not go wrong. I'm so grateful for the blessing of family and close friends. For their support and love as I made HUGE decisions. And I'm most especially grateful for my future eternal companion. He truly is my best friend and the light of my life. I'm not quite sure how I got so lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, those are the major things that have happened lately. I'll do my best to stay updated as I'm sure the next 3 months are going to be full of adventure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Much Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4897320757406376239?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4897320757406376239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4897320757406376239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4897320757406376239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4897320757406376239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-dear.html' title='Oh Dear.....'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-1049411485892931208</id><published>2009-09-10T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:19:02.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donut Falls</title><content type='html'>A group from my singles ward hiked Donut Falls at the end of July. The scenery was BEAUTIFUL! So I couldn't help but snap a few pictures. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnp1pL5MOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e5Dmed2pz3g/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380088337668845794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnp1pL5MOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e5Dmed2pz3g/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm actually standing in the middle of the river/falls while I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnp1JmNEoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-VH_U2fRqzE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380088329189266050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnp1JmNEoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-VH_U2fRqzE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnp0v9TvfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/niKIQiOnM1s/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380088322306850290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnp0v9TvfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/niKIQiOnM1s/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pile of logs I had to walk across to get to the other side... kind of scary. I love the rushing water under it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnp0DUHXxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zYM27kHvnGg/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380088310322913042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnp0DUHXxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zYM27kHvnGg/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The falls from the left side. Again... the water is awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnpzqj33eI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OaPaz3nKDus/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380088303678119394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnpzqj33eI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OaPaz3nKDus/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my favorite of all of them. It's a little lower down the mountain. You pass this before you get to the falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-1049411485892931208?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/1049411485892931208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=1049411485892931208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1049411485892931208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1049411485892931208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/09/donut-falls.html' title='Donut Falls'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqnp1pL5MOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/e5Dmed2pz3g/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-1320793312045461726</id><published>2009-09-10T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:56:54.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something That Was New</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the ward Campout, I was SO done with my hair. It was long, and just hard to work with. I wanted something new. So I got a hair cut. Nothing too drastic, but enough to make me feel better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkINI3LCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ym4c87CQ7no/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkINI3LCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ym4c87CQ7no/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380082059487685666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkINI3LCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ym4c87CQ7no/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My hair is in a braid, so you can't really see how long and annoying it was, but if you use your imagination, you'll get the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkIst0egI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hn53TjNadi0/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380082067964197378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkIst0egI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hn53TjNadi0/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is all my chopped hair, piled up on the floor. That's a lot of hair.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AFTER:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkJsfnCUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iMXn4um_yjU/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380082085084465474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkJsfnCUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iMXn4um_yjU/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkJGF_E-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/FtujJqLWta8/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380082074776441826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkJGF_E-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/FtujJqLWta8/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I liked it! And I still do. It's grown out a little. Might be time for a trim soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-1320793312045461726?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/1320793312045461726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=1320793312045461726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1320793312045461726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1320793312045461726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-that-was-new.html' title='Something That Was New'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqnkINI3LCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ym4c87CQ7no/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4790451271324043505</id><published>2009-09-10T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:33:43.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Campout</title><content type='html'>In July my Singles Ward went to Rockport Reservoir. There was a really good turnout, and we had a lot of fun. Some of us got more sun than we'd have liked, but it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEsyPhKmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/deYvUgiCTVs/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379977134806739554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEsyPhKmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/deYvUgiCTVs/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The First day I was sittin on the beach and couldn't help taking this picture. I had painted my toenails red in celebration of the summer. I thought it was fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEtc1L27I/AAAAAAAAAH4/GVErohq2loo/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379977146239015858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEtc1L27I/AAAAAAAAAH4/GVErohq2loo/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me with my good friend, Erin, sitting on the beach waiting for a boat to go tubing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEtyB-qgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/n4vb4b181SY/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379977151929821698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEtyB-qgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/n4vb4b181SY/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Water Weenie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEuqD-CAI/AAAAAAAAAII/afXlDLGvf5M/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379977166970554370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEuqD-CAI/AAAAAAAAAII/afXlDLGvf5M/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crawdads..... Gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEvCiP6UI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6RtEMtDfo-M/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379977173540006210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEvCiP6UI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6RtEMtDfo-M/s320/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skipping Rocks!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqndy-wF8LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Kr0rjrb2ZZw/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380075097778679986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/Sqndy-wF8LI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Kr0rjrb2ZZw/s320/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's a story behing this picture. A friend of mine was taking it, and someone else was throwing a frisbee. Well.... the frisbee hit the camera, and the camera fell and hit the ground. Needless to say, the camera lense was crooked and wouldn't close. I was sick because I got my camera for christmas. I carefully put the camera back in the case, and took it home in hopes that I could somehow get it fixed. Luckily, my dad is Mr. Incredible and he was able to fix it. We had no idea this picture had actually been taken. So, this is milliseconds before my camera almost died, and I had a heart attack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4790451271324043505?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4790451271324043505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4790451271324043505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4790451271324043505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4790451271324043505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/09/ward-campout.html' title='Ward Campout'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmEsyPhKmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/deYvUgiCTVs/s72-c/059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-1355720410913563246</id><published>2009-09-10T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:44:25.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love to See the Temple"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colton turned 12 in June. He's getting so old! Before I know it, he'll be taller than me. Although that's not the biggest accomplishment. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that Colton is 12, he can go to the temple. So one day Landon and I took him to the Jordan River Temple for his first time. I was a lot of fun, and so wonderful to be in the temple with my brothers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379972756007602002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmAt58cx1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/r8_T_K5oUMk/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Colton in Front of the Temple.... So Handsome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379972762173284178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmAuQ6dn1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/DlgQeBA3V-w/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheese!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-1355720410913563246?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/1355720410913563246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=1355720410913563246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1355720410913563246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/1355720410913563246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-to-see-temple.html' title='&quot;Love to See the Temple&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SqmAt58cx1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/r8_T_K5oUMk/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-5538363523146134611</id><published>2009-06-01T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:47:14.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Critter Friend</title><content type='html'>I was cleaning and organizing my room the other day, when I saw something moving on my entertainment center. At first I thought it was a spider and I almost screamed, but after closer inspection, I realized it was NOT a spider, but a little inch-worm! It was like my own little Slimey from sesame street! - Except he wasn't orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched it for a while and tried to take pictures, but they all came out blurry. So I caught it in a cup and tried to take more pictures. All came out blurry except for one, and then I took a video. (I must have been bored.) I didn't name him though. He's just my little slimey. You can watch the video of him moving around in the cup. There's music in the background; I think it's from my sister Jessica's blog that I was looking at. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRWlbwvWaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nXpMGMykM50/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342490259075586466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRWlbwvWaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nXpMGMykM50/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dce19940ac3db361" 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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddce19940ac3db361%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330179386%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67188BE4FB59FE2352FB921BA7305C5BDF094F2E.B6B11386452EA78751B33513D96BE07C3C61C77%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddce19940ac3db361%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUrES7VyQpOvIVZBciZe1bkRDUOs&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://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddce19940ac3db361%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330179386%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67188BE4FB59FE2352FB921BA7305C5BDF094F2E.B6B11386452EA78751B33513D96BE07C3C61C77%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddce19940ac3db361%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUrES7VyQpOvIVZBciZe1bkRDUOs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-5538363523146134611?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dce19940ac3db361&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/5538363523146134611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=5538363523146134611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/5538363523146134611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/5538363523146134611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-critter-friend.html' title='A Little Critter Friend'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRWlbwvWaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nXpMGMykM50/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4240403848254642616</id><published>2009-06-01T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:15:19.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; It was Nikki's birthday, so I made her one of my magnet boards. :) It's my favorite one so far. It's always fun to find colors that I think match a person and create something for them. Something that completely SCREAMS their name, and matches their personality. So far they've liked them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRSw6H7EiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UO8ZceosQHs/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342486058157937186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRSw6H7EiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UO8ZceosQHs/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4240403848254642616?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4240403848254642616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4240403848254642616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4240403848254642616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4240403848254642616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-creation.html' title='Another Creation'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRSw6H7EiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UO8ZceosQHs/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-7252741658941993207</id><published>2009-06-01T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:08:01.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Dance</title><content type='html'>My Brother, Landon, went to his annual school dance, and I was able to snap some pictures of him and his Adorable date before they left. They are so cute!!! (Nikki, don't kill me, you are Gorgeous!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO9D1DSgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IxkbZJIfvxU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342481868875057666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO9D1DSgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IxkbZJIfvxU/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nikki attempting to Pin on Landon's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boutonniere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO9QoLH0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/hnJgx3kXuxk/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342481872310705986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO9QoLH0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/hnJgx3kXuxk/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is my favorite of all the pictures. PERFECT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO9hbbe6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/MKg87Zkg9X4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342481876820655010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO9hbbe6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/MKg87Zkg9X4/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Outside in front of the "almost" greenery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO9_dtGbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_vK4ipBtnj8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342481884883261874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO9_dtGbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_vK4ipBtnj8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;... I told them to pull a funny face.... this is what I got, so I snapped a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HA! That's what you get for not cooperating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO-I4scRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mukZSHvyCVM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342481887412384018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO-I4scRI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mukZSHvyCVM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the most adorable and sweet people you will ever meet on this planet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-7252741658941993207?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/7252741658941993207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=7252741658941993207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/7252741658941993207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/7252741658941993207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-dance.html' title='School Dance'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SiRO9D1DSgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/IxkbZJIfvxU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-528128307474778191</id><published>2009-03-22T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:03:51.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Know? I Can Be Creative!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Deseret Book had some left over Christmas decorations that are on sale. A lady had a really good idea and changed a metal Santa plaque into a magnet board. I loved the idea, and bought some of the plaques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Now when it comes to arts and crafts, I don't really feel like I'm very talented. I always end up over doing things and they look horrible. So when my friend Janelle's birthday came along, I was a little wary about attempting to make her one of these boards. But I decided to give it a try. So after wandering all over Robert's looking for materials that screamed "Janelle", I found some paper, stickers, and ribbon that I thought might work. Take a look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SccUdEZrLUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KEbP4YbuyYc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316240374764350786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SccUdEZrLUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KEbP4YbuyYc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Simple little thing to hang on a door or wall for Christmas. The metal is pretty heavy duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;AFTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SccUdpLzT_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3Th9MHxQ9r4/s1600-h/100_1188%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316240384638275570" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SccUdpLzT_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/3Th9MHxQ9r4/s320/100_1188%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SccUdigJO4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6lzJKOotxsQ/s1600-h/100_1187%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316240382844550018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SccUdigJO4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6lzJKOotxsQ/s320/100_1187%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I LOVE IT!!! I felt so proud of myself. Something I didn't completely botch in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/325696358829296996-528128307474778191?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/528128307474778191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=528128307474778191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/528128307474778191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/528128307474778191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-you-know-i-can-be-creative.html' title='What Do You Know? I Can Be Creative!!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SccUdEZrLUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KEbP4YbuyYc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-2782949723195922439</id><published>2009-03-14T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:52:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once again, it's taken me a while to write. I'm sorry. Since my last post, I've turned 21! INSANITY! My Birthday was really good. A couple of days before, my dear friend Marisa threw a surprise party for me. She did a really good job because I had NO idea it was happening. I didn't get any pictures of it, but I had a lot of fun and felt very loved. Marisa gave me a large frame full of pictures of us and our friends. It was a perfect gift and I absolutely love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On my Birthday I was able to get work off and spend the day with my wonderful Mom! We went out to lunch at Zupas (SO YUMMY!) and saw Bride Wars. It's a good 'Girlfriend' movie. After that we went out and found me a new outfit and dress. That evening I had some close friends come over and we had a good time. Here are a couple of attempts at a group picture with my camera: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SbtdwT_salI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IiFPO05HGl4/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312943269996161618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SbtdwT_salI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IiFPO05HGl4/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I'm wearing my new outfit in these pictures.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SbtdwEw1WbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eZGaiq1gUJQ/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312943265907300786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SbtdwEw1WbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eZGaiq1gUJQ/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We had a lot of fun. I love my Peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ALSO, My dear sweet friend, Nikki, Brought me a GORGEOUS bouquet of daisies. Anyone who knows me really well knows that daisies are my favorite flower, and these ones were absolutely beautiful! Here is a picture of them: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SbtdwlcPnwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZhU1C_tzHIo/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312943274679312130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SbtdwlcPnwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZhU1C_tzHIo/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;LOVE THEM!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SbtdwqGc1PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L5Vltbc0wbw/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312943275930080498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SbtdwqGc1PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L5Vltbc0wbw/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I set them in my yellow room to brighten it up a little. I also was able to save one a dry it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's now a very deep red and sits in my room as a reminder of her love and friendship. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you to everyone who made my birthday so special and memorable! You are all so wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Much Love From Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-2782949723195922439?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/2782949723195922439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=2782949723195922439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2782949723195922439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2782949723195922439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-21st-birthday.html' title='My 21st Birthday'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SbtdwT_salI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IiFPO05HGl4/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-5143485240648718284</id><published>2009-02-13T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:24:34.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a yucky week!</title><content type='html'>It seems like everywhere I go, people are sick. People at work, friends, family, etc. It's been that way for quite a while. So far this season I've been able to avoid catching whatever has been going around. I was really good at making sure I was getting enough fluids, taking vitamin C, and just plain avoiding sick people. Sometimes I wouldn't even see my family for a couple of days because I'd wake up and leave for work before they got up, and then not come home until after they were asleep. Don't get me wrong, I love them, just not their illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It seems as if everyone decided to gang up on me, and EVERYONE got sick at the same time. And then they breathed on me! (RUDE!) Needless to say, I woke up Friday morning with a very small sore throat. Saturday was worse, Sunday I woke up with hardly a voice, and by Monday I was a little frustrated I wasn't getting better. I was able to function because I was taking some ibuprofen that helped dull the pain in my throat. I was also taking vitamin C and all sorts of things to boost my immune system. However, each night I went to bed exhausted. But I HATE being sick. I will deny it, and I will fight it. I don't like giving in. Tuesday was my day off work, so I was hoping I could recuperate and be right back in the game on Wednesday. So I spent the day resting, and went to bed ready for the next morning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... I didn't go to either of my jobs on Wednesday, OR Thursday. I was so sick! I had a splitting headache, a nasty cough, runny nose, sore throat, and insanely congested. In other words - NO FUN! You should have seen my desk in my room. It was covered with used Kleenex, empty cups, medication, cough drop wrappers, etc. After two days of misery, I was able to go to work for the first time this week today. (hooray!) I'm still slightly congested and cough a lot, and my nose is a lovely (and painful!) glowing red. But I was able to face the world. I'm hoping this is all I get and I'm done with being sick for a while. Now I just need to clean up my mess of a room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-5143485240648718284?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/5143485240648718284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=5143485240648718284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/5143485240648718284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/5143485240648718284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-yucky-week.html' title='What a yucky week!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-787616618846186007</id><published>2009-02-07T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:13:00.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tentative Decision... But a Decision Nonetheless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I take forever to update this thing, but I like to wait until there's something exciting or at least interesting to talk about. My life follows a pretty predictable pattern. Wake up, go to work, come home, either go to work again, or go to a singles ward activity of some sort. Then I come home, go to bed, and do it all again the next day. So for those of you who actually follow this blog, I'm sorry it takes me so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here Are a Few Pictures I thought I'd add. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300226703298587826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SY4wGtcm7LI/AAAAAAAAADU/ouUyi465qIM/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me, Jess, and Landon at the Chisholm Family Christmas Party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Aren't we so cute? ... More like weird and Crazy. But we have fun so it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SY4wGrnRYjI/AAAAAAAAADc/eBbtOrnn7js/s1600-h/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300226702806442546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SY4wGrnRYjI/AAAAAAAAADc/eBbtOrnn7js/s320/174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mari, Me, Karianne, and Marisa on New Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I seriously think I have at least one person ask me about my mission papers every day. It's something that is constantly on my mind, and as I said in the previous post, I've been doing a lot of praying and thinking about what I'm going to do. After a lot of anxiety and such, I've come to a tentative decision. As of right now I will be staying until the end of the school year before I leave on my mission. This means I'm putting my availability date for the 2nd week in June. I feel like I have been SO blessed at this time two have 2 jobs when some people can't even find one, so I'm going to take advantage of it. I will be earning more money, and saving everything I possibly can. HOWEVER, I still want to get my mission papers done ASAP so that they will be ready if I feel the need to leave sooner. The papers are kind of at a stand still at the moment. My parents and I are looking for a dentist who will accept our insurance, and I just need to schedule a time to go in to get updated on all my shots (bleh!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't believe I'm going to be 21 in 12 days. AH! I'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-787616618846186007?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/787616618846186007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=787616618846186007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/787616618846186007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/787616618846186007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/02/tentative-decision-but-decision.html' title='A Tentative Decision... But a Decision Nonetheless'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SY4wGtcm7LI/AAAAAAAAADU/ouUyi465qIM/s72-c/068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-6990390844976032749</id><published>2009-01-04T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:37:31.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A Fresh Start, And Something Exciting To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;As the New Year has begun, I've been able to sit and think about what this year will bring. So many things are going to happen, and I can't help but feel a little scared. There are so many changes that are inevitable, and yet I have no Idea where I will be by next year. I remember thinking back to a year ago and the goals I set. Some of them I succeeded in, others not so much. For Example: I had hoped that by this New Year I would have been able to say I'd had my first kiss. ... Let's just say it's my goal again this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on mission papers. I have everything finished with the exception of all the long and tedious medical stuff. The biggest issue I have right now is to make a decision of WHEN I'm going to go. The original plan was to set my availability date for March 1st. However, West Jordan High school is practically begging me to stay the rest of the school year. The lady I work with actually mentioned that if I would stay on until the end of the school year, she would see if she could "upgrade" me to a full-time employee in February when Shayla (my best friend and co-worker) has her darling baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that to think about, I decided to see if Deseret Book decided to keep me on after the holidays. You see, I was only hired on for the holiday help, so my last day of work was Dec. 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..... They like me! So, I've been asked to stay on until I leave on my mission!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to pray really, Really, REALLY hard and see what Heavenly Father has to say about this opportunity. It's an opportunity to earn and save more money for the mission, but I just don't know if that's what I need to do. This is one of those situations where there isn't really a "wrong choice", so its OOBER hard to decide what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I've reached a point where I can hardly wait to start my life with someone special, and to raise a family of my own. If I was presented with the opportunity to stay home and marry the man of my dreams, I'd take it in a heartbeat. But... there's a severe lack of that special someone. It's HARD!!!! I have a hard time going to family wards and watching little children on the bench in front of me, Especially when they turn around and grin at me. Thinking of having to wait at least another 2 years for that almost kills me. But, I've taken on the motto, "Not My Will, But Thine". I know that if I leave my life to the Lord, and I follow the spirit, I can be happy in any situation in life because I know I'm being taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of these "unknowns" constantly nagging me in the back of my mind, there is one comfort that gets me through it all. No matter what happens - if I go on a mission, or get married - I WILL be going through the temple this year. Can I just tell you.... I CAN'T WAIT!!!! It's a goal to work for, because either way I will end up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... one last thing to say before I close. I had lost 11 pounds before thanksgiving. I gained about 3 pounds back, and then lost track during the holidays. I expected to have gained everything back, but when I got on the scale this morning..... hahaha! I'd lost the 3 pounds plus a little extra! so I lost weight over the holidays!!! I was SO excited! Now I just have to stay on top of it and keep working towards my goal. Who'd have thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Happy Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-6990390844976032749?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/6990390844976032749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=6990390844976032749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6990390844976032749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6990390844976032749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-fresh-start-and-something.html' title='A New Year, A Fresh Start, And Something Exciting To Say'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4021654092994078300</id><published>2008-12-21T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:55:40.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ok I know Christmas is only a couple of days away, but I couldn't resist changing my background in honor of the season. Isn't it great?! It took me a while to find complementing colors that I liked, but I had fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to update on my life. Well.... let me rephrase that. I don't think much has happened that's worth writing about. But I'll give you a little update anyway :). The most common question I've gotten lately is in regards to the male interest. "Has anything happened?" Answer: NOPE! But it's ok. He's a great friend. We have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas is getting near, (THIS WEEK!!!) My work schedule has sky rocketed! If my math is correct, I worked at least 54 hours last week. Two days I worked a 13 hour day. By Saturday I was pretty much exhausted, but it's been so fun to see people as they come and go while I'm working at Deseret Book. Despite the fact that I just wanted to crawl in bed and stay there for a week, I couldn't help but smile as I saw people purchase gifts for people they loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man came rushing up to the register with a DVD in his hand, handed me a card and said, "I have to hurry and get this before my wife sees me. I'll be over here while you ring this up." So I rang up his purchase, and with the help of some co-workers, we were able to help the man buy this gift for his wife without her even noticing. It was so sweet to see him so excited about keeping it secret. As he walked out of the store, A woman who had witnessed this whole scene turned to me and exclaimed, "I Love Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also wonderful to be able to say the words "Merry Christmas!" to shoppers as they come through our store. It's interesting to see how many people appreciate that we have the guts to say it, rather than "Happy Holidays" :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've been working so much, I am SO grateful that I even have the ability to work at all! There are so many people who can't find a job, and I have been blessed with 2 GOOD jobs!! The Lord has blessed me in providing a way for me to pay for school this semester, as well as pay off my loan from the semester before. (I hate debt!) It also helps that I have two WONDERFUL parents who allow me to live with them and save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Christmas season. It truly is the best time of the year. It's a time to focus on our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and to share His wonderful message of the gospel with others. I'm so grateful for His sacrifice, and for the Love He has shown me in many small but significant ways. I'm looking forward to sharing this holiday with loved ones and creating new memories. I hope all of you who read this will also have a tremendous Christmas, and share your joy and testimonies with everyone you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love From Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4021654092994078300?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4021654092994078300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4021654092994078300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4021654092994078300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4021654092994078300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-christmas.html' title='Busy Christmas!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-3274372725204637075</id><published>2008-11-23T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:38:20.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soapbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, time for a new post and update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off - My Date&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date was wonderful! So much fun! I hadn't been to the symphony in AGES, so it truly was a treat. This was a single date, and probably my first single if I remember correctly. In any case, these kinds of dates can tend to be awkward, but it wasn't! We were able to carry on a conversation with ease, and it was INTELLIGENT conversation at that. How refreshing! I came home feeling very peaceful without anxiety about anything being awkward or weird. Overall consensus, IF (and that's a big if) he asked me out again, I'd definitely say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's the big question almost anyone will ask:&lt;br /&gt;Am I interested in him? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Is HE interested in Me? .....ehhh.... I doubt it. His actions don't seem to point that way. BUT that's ok. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second topic - My Soap Box About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm broken... and I don't know how to fix it. OR all single people are broken and I haven't been told as such yet. In any case, this has been on my mind lately and I'm pretty much done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be very shy. It's something I've been trying to get over for my entire life. I'm much better at opening up now than I was even 4 years ago. But the truth of the matter is, I'm STILL shy! I can get up and talk to someone I don't know (or DO know), and it will go well, but the aftermath is a disaster! I'll sit and think about what I SHOULD have said, or what would have been a better response, and then I feel like an idiot. Wait... correction.... This usually only happens around people of the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Most recent male interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although earlier in this post I mentioned I came home from my date without any anxiety, that was that night. This is now. (I'm rolling my eyes at this moment because I know how incredibly ridiculous this sounds, and yet I'm still doing it!) Now as I think back on Friday night, I wish I would have been able to express my thoughts better. Anytime I'm put on the spot I have a hard time coming up with a clever response. And so I come away feeling like I've portrayed myself as not very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go into a lot more detail about how I'm a dating moron, but that would only embarrass me more, and at this point I think I may have already said too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall point, Dating bites... big time! It's HARD to be yourself in front of someone you like, and even harder to trust people with every heart break that comes along. It's hard to imagine that there's actually someone in the world who would maybe one day want to spend the rest of their eternity with you. But one of the hardest things for me is to know that if people knew the kind of person that I really was, and if I could SHOW people who I really am (instead of looking like a fool), this whole dating game would be much easier. If we didn't play the mind games, if we would be honest and not be afraid to TALK to each other about our feelings.... wow. That would be pretty much awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was mostly for me to get my feelings and thoughts out of my head. Right at this moment I'm a little discouraged, but I won't stay that way for long. I live on a roller coaster ride. Luckily, I have the ability and the relationship with a loving Father in Heaven and Older Brother and Savior, to be able to bring myself back up from the lows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good! - I just can't wait for the dating part to be over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love To All From Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-3274372725204637075?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/3274372725204637075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=3274372725204637075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3274372725204637075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3274372725204637075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-time-for-new-post-and-update-on-my.html' title='My Soapbox'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-2381383931436916965</id><published>2008-11-11T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:29:13.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO EXCITED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok.... the Latest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm going on a DATE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now some of you may be thinking "Yeah.... so?" Well, dates are kind of huge things for me... ESPECIALLY if the guy calls me, and I'm not being set up. Pretty much, I'm excited and I can hardly contain myself. He's taking me to the symphony next Friday. I won't post all the details, but I was waiting for something exciting to post... Here is the excitement. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-2381383931436916965?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/2381383931436916965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=2381383931436916965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2381383931436916965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2381383931436916965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;M SO EXCITED!!!'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-2871448618177278802</id><published>2008-11-11T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:10:10.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes A Good Doorstop?</title><content type='html'>Ok, now that I have been informed by my avid readers that they have been waiting for over a month for and update, I've decided I'd better get on and say &lt;em&gt;Something. &lt;/em&gt;I was waiting for something really exciting to happen, but It's probably a good idea to let you all in on my not so interesting things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been working at Deseret Book for a little over a month now, and I absolutely LOVE IT! It's pretty much my dream job. Why?&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm working with books, and I love to read. What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;2) It's an amazing atmosphere. I get to work with people who have the same standards and beliefs I have, and our purpose as a store is to help spread the good word.&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't have to work on Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm having fun, and discovering I'm good at the job.&lt;br /&gt;So that's my update on work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, my family was out of town for our traditional Book Of Mormon Retreat. I had to stay home because I had just started work and was pretty much too afraid to ask work off, especially for a Saturday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: For those of you who don't know what Book Of Mormon Retreat is, Let me tell you. :) Every year around UEA weekend, my family goes somewhere like Park City or Cedar City, Stays in a nice hotel, and we read the entire Book Of Mormon in the weekend. It's pretty much amazing, and it gets funner every year as my brothers start to understand and recognize the story more. We read for a couple of hours, and then take a break and go do something fun, and then read some more. I was SO SAD that I couldn't go this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, While my family was gone, I tried to do a little bit of cleaning. But while I tried to close a door, my foot was in the way. Let me tell you.... TOES DO NOT MAKE GOOD DOOR STOPS!!! The door went right over my toe, scraped the top couple of layers off the nail, pulled the nail back, and then took a good chunk of skin out too. Oh yes... it hurt like crazy and was bleeding. So I gave that blasted door a good glare and hobbled to the bathroom to get first aide supplies. I think when the door mutilated my toe, it shoved the skin under the nail because when I cleaned it out... I had to dig out the extra skin. Sorry... I'll end with the gross stuff for those of you who are now queasy. Just know that I was not happy with that door. In fact... I think in my sadness and anger I told it I hated it. (Yes... I speak to inanimate objects.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had bandaged my toe, I was hobbling around the house, and because of that, I fell down the stairs. (It was a GREAT day!) In any case, my toe feels much better now, and the only evidence of injury is slightly discolored (pink) skin where it's trying to grow back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-2871448618177278802?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/2871448618177278802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=2871448618177278802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2871448618177278802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2871448618177278802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-makes-good-doorstop.html' title='What Makes A Good Doorstop?'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-7538965742923775681</id><published>2008-10-09T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:44:51.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Fuzzies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There have been a couple of things that happened this last week that truly let me know I am being looked out for, and that I am Loved. The Lord always finds little ways to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my parents were out of town, so I was "The Parent" in my home for a couple of days. One night while I was making dinner, Hunter asked me how I spelled my name. A couple of minutes later, he handed me a piece of paper. He had written in his 1st grade handwriting "Ashley you or my best bude". :0) Isn't that so cute?! I gave him a hug and went back to working on dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple of minutes later, Hunter asked how I spelled my name again. As he handed me another paper, he was saying, "I think this one might be better than being my best buddy." This is what the paper said:&lt;br /&gt;"Ashley you or beyoutufl"&lt;br /&gt;..... oh so cute!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've been feeling particularly self conscious about myself lately, and just haven't felt very pretty at all. It's a long hard process to get myself to feel anywhere near that. But this simple little message from a darling brother went straight to the heart, and I had to bite back tears. Oh how sweet that little boy is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I went in for my first day at Deseret Book. There are 7 new employees for this Holiday season. During our training, someone asked how many people had applied and been interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;--------There had been OVER 80!!!-------- :-O&lt;br /&gt;I truly feel blessed to have been chosen out of so many. I know that the Lord loves ALL his children, and He looks out for them. If something is right for you, then things will work out. I know that where I am right now is where I need to be. I'm busy, but so happy; because I know what I'm going is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-7538965742923775681?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/7538965742923775681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=7538965742923775681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/7538965742923775681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/7538965742923775681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/10/warm-fuzzies.html' title='Warm Fuzzies'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-6994215229362510124</id><published>2008-10-07T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:47:08.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh... There Must Always Be An Opposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When everything seems to be going your way, and your having one of those "I LOVE LIFE" days, AND you feel comfortable about yourself..... The adversary will inevitably try his best to throw something your way to pop your bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I start work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deseret&lt;/span&gt; Book today, and I've &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; there is something terribly wrong with my car. It makes this HORRIBLE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grinding&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squeaking&lt;/span&gt;, groaning noise! Sigh... my Dad and I are going out to drive it sometime tonight so he can hear the awful noise it's making. In the meantime, I'm too worried about it to drive it to work. I'm going to have to use either my brother Landon's car, or my mom's. Both are reluctant to let me use one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm worried that fixing the car is going to cost A LOT of money... which neither I nor my parents have. So, We pray.... REALLY hard that something will work out, because If I don't have a mode of transportation.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's so interesting how something comes up in the midst of my attempts to do good. But... we face it, and move on. It's pointless to let it cause us grief and despair. That would only let the adversary win. I'm sure I'll find something out. I just had to have a moment to vent my worries and thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-6994215229362510124?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/6994215229362510124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=6994215229362510124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6994215229362510124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6994215229362510124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh-there-must-always-be-opposition.html' title='Sigh... There Must Always Be An Opposition'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-3941035773860776858</id><published>2008-10-05T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:18:21.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoo! (When's The Last Time YOU Said Wahoo?) :0)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Some of you may or may not know, but I'm preparing to serve a mission. I'm currently working on my papers, and can turn them in on November 19th if they're done by then. I have a lot of stuff to do before then like getting my wisdom teeth out, updates on all my shots, getting a passport, and the one I'm dreading to the point of tears every time I think about it, is an all out physical. (AAAHHH!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Among these preparations, I'm also going to school and working part-time. I currently have a student loan from a couple semesters ago, and I am bound and determined to have it payed off before I leave. (only $500 to go!) However, with the job I have, and trying to pay for my current tuition, I'm extremely tight on money. So, I applied for another job at Deseret Book for the holidays, and I got It!!!!! I'm going in on Tuesday to fill out paper work, and find out my schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;It truly is a blessing to have this new job. It will help me pay off school, and save money. The schedule is a god-send as well. Currently I am at work or school everyday until 2pm. I'll be working the evening shift at Deseret Book, which starts at 3pm. (PERFECT!!!) The pay starts at $7.15 an hour, which is low for what I'm used to, but you know, it's better than nothing! And, I don't have to work on Sundays. I'm more than willing to lose a couple bucks an hour if it means I won't have to work on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So this is what my schedule is looking like up through December. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I'll be at The high school working from 8-2. Tuesdays and Thursdays I'll be at school from 11-2. And 2-4 times a week I'll be at Deseret Book in the evenings. This still leaves time for me to workout on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, and possibly squeeze some in during the evenings.  It sounds busy, but I'm SO happy the Lord provided a way for me to pay off school, and save. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Isn't life great?! Yes, life definitely throws you fast balls, and you can get stressed right out of your mind. But if you're doing what you're supposed to, and trusting in the Lord, He'll lead you to where He needs you to be. The key is discovering that what He wants for you, is also what YOU want too. Once you reach that point (and trust me, I'm still working on getting completely there with some things), you can be happy with your life no matter where you are, or what you're doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-3941035773860776858?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/3941035773860776858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=3941035773860776858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3941035773860776858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/3941035773860776858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/10/wahoo-whens-last-time-you-said-wahoo-0.html' title='Wahoo! (When&apos;s The Last Time YOU Said Wahoo?) :0)'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4795598877877008857</id><published>2008-09-28T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:15:44.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callings 1...2...3...etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So I received a new call in my singles ward today. Or should I say ANOTHER call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first calling was the Ward Program and Newsletter Specialist. Organization was horrible, and they needed someone to come up with a way to inform the members of the ward what was happening. (Someone upstairs let them know I was an organization freak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months later, I was called as a Relief Society Instructor. At first I was SO scared to get up and try to teach the sisters in my ward. But I quickly came to realize that the Lord never leaves my side, and he somehow is able to get His message out to the sisters through me. Each lesson I teach is truly a miracle! And, surprisingly enough, I LOVE this calling! Despite the fact that I get nervous every 2nd Sunday of the month, I truly enjoy teaching. I think I get more out of it than anybody else. The Lord must have known I needed that little bit of extra study to boost my spirits. I was told when I received this call that I would eventually be released from doing the program and Newsletter. No such thing happened, but it was OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years or so later (present day), I was called in and have been asked to be the choir accompanist. (SCARY!) Yes, I play the piano, but I've never accompanied before, so this will definitely be a new experience for me. I'm sure I'll have to practice really hard! But I know that as long as I dedicate my performance to the Lord, he will stand by me and allow me to accomplish anything that may be thrown my way. It's all about pleasing the Lord. Once again, I have been told that eventually I will be released from the program and newsletter. However, I think it's safe to say that it will be a while before I am relieved of that calling. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on top of these 3 very different but exciting callings, I also have my duties as a visiting teacher. 4 callings... it's a lot! I only hope and pray that I will be able to magnify these callings and be a service to those in need. I also pray that the Lord will help me to manage my time with school and work so that I will be able to fulfill all my duties. I have a busy life, but right now that's really good for me. I need things to keep me occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4795598877877008857?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4795598877877008857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4795598877877008857' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4795598877877008857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4795598877877008857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/09/callings-123etc.html' title='Callings 1...2...3...etc.'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-2617538283191398479</id><published>2008-09-25T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:43:21.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not So Itsy Bitsy Spiders (In My Eyes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Spiders and I DO NOT get along! The entire Spider community knows to stay well away from my territory... Otherwise they are obliterated! Not by me of course. I'm usually standing outside of the room ready to drop to the fetal position at any moment and pass out. It usually takes a brave father, brother, or anybody else to get kill the creepy things AND get rid of them. (Yes, I can't even stand a DEAD spider. I know... I'm bad. I feel so bad for my future husband and children.) Usually I can go for a while without having to deal with spiders in my room. They must pass the word around to leave me alone. But Every once in a while, I swear the menacing things have a revolution and invade my life... everywhere! It's like they're trying to give me a heart-attack! Let me explain why I am going on this tirade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The window in my room does not have a screen. It was taken out once, and I have no idea where it is now. In the summer, and at night, I get really hot and like to have a cool breeze for a little bit. So one day I simply opened it just a tiny crack to get some air moving.... and I forgot to close it! That was the day I went down to springville to babysit... for 2 whole days. (Can you see where this is going?) When I got home, it was late. I was tired and wanted to go to bed. But as I sat down to quickly check my email, There it was...  A hideous young (still too big for me) wolf spider had made a little home in the corner of my window sill! There was a large web complete with stuck flies and everything! Can you imagine the amount of adrenaline that went through my body just looking at the monster!? Oh, but it gets worse. It was too late to wake up my Dad so he could save me. I was positively terrified, but you should be oh so proud of me. I went to bed... in the same room... and dreamt of spiders eating me all night. (Or me eating them! AH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The next day, it was gone of course. But that night, it was back in the same spot. I quickly retrieved my hero of a Father, and he came to take a look at it. When my Dad tried to raise the blinds (which the web was attached to), the spider ran back in the corner behind a candy wrapper and hid. My Dad sent Colton to get some bug spray while he made sure it didn't move. (Now this next part is kind of cool, but oh so Creepy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There was a fly flying around my room and near the web. It was bugging my Dad, so he decided to try and coax it towards the web so It would get caught and leave him alone. Slowly, the fly got closer to the web and eventually got caught. However... the second it hit the web, It Vanished! (I was standing outside the room, watching from the hallway.) My Dad turned to me, eyes bugging out as he excitedly exclaimed, "WAH! DID YOU SEE THAT?!" That fly could not have been on the web for less than a second when the spider launched from it's hiding place, grabbed the fly, and dragged it back behind the candy wrapper. I mean... this was a SPLIT second! I didn't even see the spider as it attacked. It was too fast. You know how they show a spider attacking on the Nature shows? They must have to slow that down to thousandths of a second! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now, as cool as my Dad thought that was, it even creeped him out a little bit. Colton came running back in the room and was SO upset that he didn't get to see the excitement. My Dad quickly sprayed the feasting spider and left it to die. I panicked a little because the spider was still in my room. It was still Alive! Poisoned, but alive nonetheless. I was told he would vacuum it out later when it was dead and the spray had dried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hang on... the story doesn't end there. If you notice, the Title of this story says SpiderS, not Spider. That's right, the very next day I was on my computer, and out of the same corner crawled this OOBER scary red spider with a whitish butt, and it was missing a leg. I seriously almost passed out! Colton came to my rescue this time since he was the oldest boy at home. But... he wasn't patient enough, and scared it back into the corner. At this point, my new brother-in-law, CJ, was over with Jess, and he came to check it out. But of course the spider was hiding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;After everyone had dissipated from the room, I climbed on my bed to see if I could see it. As I looked closely (about as close as I could without being near it) I saw It! It had climbed up the side of the window. CJ quickly came back up and caught it with a tissue and dispelled of it (Thank Goodness). But as he was getting rid of it, I realized something. The spider he had killed was not red with an ugly back.... it was another wolf spider. Which meant that red spider was still on the loose somewhere! Can I just tell you how upsetting it is to realize you've had 3 spiders invade your happy place in less than 2 days? I seriously was ready to scream or cry. I never saw that red spider again, but that was only a couple of days ago, and I haven't gone near that spot since. I can also guarantee that until I get a screen, that window is not going to open. I'll just have to fry at night. It beats spiders any day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Once again, my story doesn't end there. The next day, (Yesterday) I was at work and in class with some students at a computer. Suddenly I looked down and there was a spider crawling on the desk right in front of me! Dag Nabbit! Why can't they just leave me alone!? You can bet I pushed back on the chair and chose to stand instead. Luckily, Steven (one of my students) saw it and quickly squished it. Steven was my hero of the day Yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This ends my narrative on the revolution of the Spiders, and I hope that I won't have any episodes for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-2617538283191398479?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/2617538283191398479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=2617538283191398479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2617538283191398479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2617538283191398479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-so-itsy-bitsy-spiders-in-my-eyes.html' title='The Not So Itsy Bitsy Spiders (In My Eyes)'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-6407491847223030283</id><published>2008-09-24T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:04:22.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I've had the wonderful opportunity this last weekend to watch 5 adorable children In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Springville&lt;/span&gt;. My Aunts friend needed someone reliable to babysit overnight, and I was lucky enough to have my Aunt Kim Recommend me. Can I tell you how well behaved these kids are?! They do things when they are told, they get along, and they are just fun to be around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Matthew (the oldest) is in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. He's autistic, but still very polite and I had no problems with him whatsoever. He likes to talk a lot and can get distracted from homework easily, but who doesn't?! His favorite movie is The Nightmare Before Christmas and walks around the house singing all the songs word for word. He's learning to play the piano, and likes to watch old game shows. (They all do. Isn't that great?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Katelyn (I'm probably spelling that wrong) Is an all-out Sweetheart!!! She's SO helpful and always willing to watch out for her younger siblings. If there ever could be an argument in that home (HA!) she would be the one to solve it. I was so appreciative of her cooperation. On top of that, she's just fun to talk to. She's learning how to play the violin, and we had a couple good laughs while watching children's movies (those are the best!) Katelyn is in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Next comes Nathan. If you could think of the cutest blond-haired, freckle-faced boy, this would be it! The first time I watched this family, Nathan was pretty quiet and kept to himself. But when it came time for me to leave, he came up to me and said "I almost forgot to give you a hug!" and that was the clincher. He has the sweetest spirit about him, and might I add adorable smile! I can't remember what grade Nathan is in... it might be 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; or 3rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Madison&lt;/span&gt; is the next in line (Maddie for short.) Maddie is in Kindergarten, and very smart! However, when it came to food, Maddie was the one that made it difficult. She is a VERY picky eater. But once we could find something she Would eat, it was all good. The Saturday after I first babysat them, my little cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt; was baptised. These children are friends of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kody&lt;/span&gt;, so they were there. It gave me complete warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt; when I was told that when Maddie saw me she said, "There's Ashley! I LOVE Ashley!" :0) Maddie is a Doll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The youngest of the bunch is little William. William is the reason I slept so well at the end of the day. William is about 1 1/2, so he's right at that stage where if he wants something, he can't tell you in complete sentences - He'll point and whine. And if you guess wrong, he cries and adamantly says "NO!" But If you guess right... it's all worth it! He'll get the biggest grin, and slightly giggle as he exclaims "YEAH!" William also does not like to get his diaper changed. It was quite the challenge to get him to lay still instead of twisting around. However, with 5 little brothers myself, I was well prepared to deal with the squirming child. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Overall, it truly was a joy to spend last weekend with this family. I'm sure the fact that they live in a multi-million dollar home (complete with swimming pool, theater, play room, workout room, 2 LAUNDRY ROOMS, and the most amazing shower on the planet!) just added to it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I have no doubts that "playing mom" will be even more fulfilling when I have my own children and I get to look forward to having a husband come home at the end of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Little side note: Single mothers are SUPERWOMEN! Raising children while trying to work to keep them fed is hard enough. And they don't even  have a husband to confide in at night - No one to just hold them and comfort them. It's all 100X harder! So single mom's truly are Amazing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-6407491847223030283?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/6407491847223030283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=6407491847223030283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6407491847223030283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/6407491847223030283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/09/playing-mom.html' title='Playing Mom'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-2325593900798052844</id><published>2008-09-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:34:47.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oops!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;While I was at work today, I was helping one of my students (Korben) with an Earth Systems Assignment. When he had finished, I looked over his paper and noticed he had forgotten to write down the date and class period. When I reminded him, he looked at the paper and sang  "Oops! I did it again!" And continued to hum the tune to a Brittney Spears song! It was SO hard for me not to burst out laughing in the middle of the room full of students. Korben ALWAYS says something that makes me smile, but this comment has made the top 10 so far. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-2325593900798052844?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/2325593900798052844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=2325593900798052844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2325593900798052844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/2325593900798052844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/09/oops.html' title='&quot;Oops!&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-325696358829296996.post-4769808258840519285</id><published>2008-09-16T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:24:23.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring vs. "Drawling"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OK let's face it. Writing was never my strong point, and neither was entertainment. AND I'm totally new to this "creating your own website". So this may totally crash and burn, or I just might get lucky and somehow get this to work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may or may not know, but I currently work at West Jordan High School in their Special Ed department, with a high-functioning autistic cluster. Along with that, I also tutor my brothers in hopes that they may acquire SOME study habits. I recently started including my youngest brother, Hunter, in these study hours at home. Although dealing with children all day is quite stressful, there are little moments that make it all worth while. I'd like to share some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Hunter (who is in 1st grade) had to do a Math worksheet where he needed to finish drawing the right amount of flowers that corresponded with the number on a bow. (for example: a bouquet of 5 flowers had a bow with the number 10 on it. Hunter had to draw 5 more flowers to make the bouquet complete.) After he had finished drawing his very creative flowers, he then had to color the bow yellow if it was an even number, or purple if it was odd. This is how he figured it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the numbers was 7. He held out his hands in front of him with 7 fingers up. He then proceeded to pair his fingers together while saying "partners... partners... partners... one left over - okay" and then he colored the bow purple. If it was even, he'd say "partners... partners... partners... okay." and color the bow yellow. In the middle of this pairing of fingers, Hunter exclaimed, "Coloring is much more funner than drawling!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love little comments that make me smile. They just make your day a little bit brighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/325696358829296996-4769808258840519285?l=ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/feeds/4769808258840519285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=325696358829296996&amp;postID=4769808258840519285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4769808258840519285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/325696358829296996/posts/default/4769808258840519285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymcrapo.blogspot.com/2008/09/coloring-vs-drawling.html' title='Coloring vs. &quot;Drawling&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley Cook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14581335047196336376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH_kRBY42WI/SQFPuhlZaYI/AAAAAAAAACI/LjKCvgzzzHc/S220/100_0154.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
