<?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-25702454</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:24:41.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-2015448515599688570</id><published>2008-04-21T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:36:19.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/SA1dDtRv06I/AAAAAAAAABk/AXDM7iFlV54/s1600-h/ku+and+I.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/SA1dDtRv06I/AAAAAAAAABk/AXDM7iFlV54/s320/ku+and+I.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191908263703073698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Taekwondo club. Boy was that a lot of fun!  Watch out for when I come down the street!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-2015448515599688570?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/2015448515599688570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=2015448515599688570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/2015448515599688570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/2015448515599688570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-from-taekwondo-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/SA1dDtRv06I/AAAAAAAAABk/AXDM7iFlV54/s72-c/ku+and+I.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-2516354850055989923</id><published>2008-04-21T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:34:30.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The York Girl</title><content type='html'>This is a shout out of THANKS to the girl who ran from the grocery store after me afte ri had already rounded a corner and down the block from the store when she saw me drop my traditional peppermint pattie treat. What a nice girl!  I was saved from my sugar low!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-2516354850055989923?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/2516354850055989923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=2516354850055989923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/2516354850055989923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/2516354850055989923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2008/04/york-girl.html' title='The York Girl'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-914911843769845983</id><published>2008-03-10T01:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:30:18.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/R9Tvg5vTkVI/AAAAAAAAABE/P51uY92tDXU/s1600-h/128_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/R9Tvg5vTkVI/AAAAAAAAABE/P51uY92tDXU/s320/128_1659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176025220289630546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/R9Ts4JvTkUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2tkhNDQ3YJc/s1600-h/100_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/R9Ts4JvTkUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2tkhNDQ3YJc/s320/100_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176022321186705730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is me, but I am still trying to figure out when I became part zombie, because I am obviously not focused on the camera. haha! At least I got to wear my dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite picture of mom. She was a good sport during her knee surgery....This always makes me laugh. how many pioneers were in wheelchairs I wonder????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-914911843769845983?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/914911843769845983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=914911843769845983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/914911843769845983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/914911843769845983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/R9Tvg5vTkVI/AAAAAAAAABE/P51uY92tDXU/s72-c/128_1659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-2822376159450888207</id><published>2008-03-10T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:04:00.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t has been an interesting thought for me to consider the idea of potential.  We each have it, we use it, we see it in others, and it isn't really an object or a trait, it is an opportunity.  Kind of interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;We all have potential to do great things, have new adventures, learn knew ideas, live in new cultures, get exposed to new careers or relationships, and just generally do something great for the world.  How can anyone be depressed when they consider the limitless opportunities that lie in store for them?  The limitless POTENTIAL they have to make a difference?  It is time to stop living in the comfort of what we know, so that we can step out into what we fear, allowing us the opportunity to have new experiences.  I have certainly made life changes in moving from CT, to Idaho, to Hawaii, as those are all very different cultures.  I admire those who travel from distant countries to go to college or to live.  I hope that one day I can have that same experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then I start thinking about why different people use their potential to make certain choices.  It is incredible how we are all on the same planet and yet experience dramatically different lives that take us on different paths.  Some of us realize our potential, and some seem locked out from it by the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;In terms of career and potential, how does someone even begin to choose what do to for the rest of their lives when there is so much to enjoy in each career field? I just hope I live my life in a way so that I can look back on my life with a feeling of accomplishment and few regrets.  the only way I am going to do that is if I reach out to the opportunities before me and utilize the potential that is dying to be realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;then I start thinking about the potential of my friends, and I am humbled by the amazing things I can imagine them accomplishing.  Keep working hard everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-2822376159450888207?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/2822376159450888207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=2822376159450888207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/2822376159450888207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/2822376159450888207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2008/03/potential.html' title='Potential'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-3683964891444566831</id><published>2007-11-16T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:52:32.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every night I walk home and for fun try to count the frogs that hide in the grass that I see on the way home. and then i wonder...where do they do at night?  does anyone know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what else I wonder about?  Dry cleaning. How do you dry clean something? cleaning without liquid? Is it steam? How would steaming clean something? What chemical do you use?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-3683964891444566831?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/3683964891444566831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=3683964891444566831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/3683964891444566831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/3683964891444566831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2007/11/every-night-i-walk-home-and-for-fun-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-7521020712847004462</id><published>2007-10-31T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:53:35.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/RyjA_kBdmoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BnCKqVB-C4U/s1600-h/128_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/RyjA_kBdmoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BnCKqVB-C4U/s320/128_1964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127560373995412098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Hawaii temple is so pretty... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-7521020712847004462?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/7521020712847004462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=7521020712847004462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/7521020712847004462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/7521020712847004462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2007/10/lindsay-and-i.html' title='Lindsay and I'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/RyjA_kBdmoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BnCKqVB-C4U/s72-c/128_1964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-1723175602340174752</id><published>2007-10-31T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:51:43.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Docta Sloan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/RyjAjUBdmnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDEAgGhL23I/s1600-h/doctor+sloan+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/RyjAjUBdmnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDEAgGhL23I/s320/doctor+sloan+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127559888664107634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I look the part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-1723175602340174752?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/1723175602340174752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=1723175602340174752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/1723175602340174752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/1723175602340174752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2007/10/docta-sloan.html' title='Docta Sloan'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hol8tVKuVcs/RyjAjUBdmnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sDEAgGhL23I/s72-c/doctor+sloan+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-7551895641057280473</id><published>2007-10-31T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:49:28.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the....Sister?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I will admit I have been rather lackadaisical when it came to updating my profile....last post was....last year!  Oh dear.  My sister has recently created one and insists on keeping up with it, so here it goes. Maybe a post a week if I am feeling ambitious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;yesterday I reached the epitome of clumsy. I work in the science stockroom, and decided to mop the floor.  what do you think happened? Yes, I spilled the entire bucket all over the floor, leaving about an in on diluted pine sol on the floor (although it was very clean).  So I sqeeg-eed (how do you spell that?) it all out the door.  Thinking this wa a good idea, I was happy.  However, I then realized about an inch of water was in the hallway and everyone was trying not to slip as they walked by.  Since i was in flip-flops, I was particularly vulnerable.  Long story short, I ended up walking home and changing flip flops and cleaning the hallway inadvertently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;People of BYU-H, know that the floor is clean!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is this lame?  I don't know. But it was very funny at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-7551895641057280473?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/7551895641057280473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=7551895641057280473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/7551895641057280473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/7551895641057280473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2007/10/return-of-thesister.html' title='Return of the....Sister?'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-115820997325695593</id><published>2006-09-13T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:59:33.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triumph over the Pencil Guy</title><content type='html'>Today, I had a breakthrough! A guy who has been stalking me for the past three days, i have finally told off! It felt like winning a World War. This guy was so strange, unless you fall for the talks in third person, clingy, stringy, type. He was a pleasant fellow, and very thoughtful, but perhaps a little too forward.   His philosophy was a little twisted as well, giving opinions on that 20 year olds are older than dirt, and that he talks to his inner child out loud when he's lonely. And it all started when i lent him my pencil becasue his pen exploded in class that sent pieces flying into the back of the huge football player seated in front of us.  Lesson learned: give a stalker a pencil, and he'll want a piece of paper to write your number on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-115820997325695593?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/115820997325695593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=115820997325695593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/115820997325695593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/115820997325695593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2006/09/triumph-over-pencil-guy.html' title='Triumph over the Pencil Guy'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-115181102931432765</id><published>2006-07-01T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:30:29.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking Adventure</title><content type='html'>The other day I went hiking with a friend.  It was quite the experience. We climbed over 4 mountains. By the time we got up the second, the sun was starting to get low in the sky.  So we had tohike really fast to make it back to the car by dark...and to make the long story short, we didn't make it. We hiked started off hiking, and the path has pretty much become the mountain stream. My friend had bought a new pair of timberlands, so he was dry and comfortable.  Of course, half way throught he hike, his shoes had gotten such a beating from the hike that the soles of his shoes fell off!  But I learned many things from that hike.  For instance, if you spray the deep forest bug spray accidentally on your lips, they go numb, making for interesting hiking conversation.  I also learned how to spit cherry pits for distance while eating a snack over a cliff.  And if there are other hikers on the path right below you, consider it target practice!  Just remember to duck when they look up to see where the pit came from. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the top of the last mountain, by the way, we were really tired and sat down to enjoy the view.  We were out in the open and all by ourselves on the top.  Just as we sat down to enjoy the scenery, we saw a flash of lightning.  There was thunderstorm right over our heads on the mountain.  Needless to say, we left the area quite quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got off the mountain trail, the sun had completely set. So you would thin we would be okay.  However, there was another hour of hiking in the complete darkness back to the car over the foothills.  Have you ever been lost in the deep woods without a light source?  Darkness has a new meaning there.  Eventually we got tot he car, and we were happy to make it home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-115181102931432765?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/115181102931432765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=115181102931432765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/115181102931432765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/115181102931432765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2006/07/hiking-adventure.html' title='Hiking Adventure'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-115008500692768565</id><published>2006-06-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:03:26.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seemingly Innocent</title><content type='html'>There are some in our world who have reached the point of their lives where they are to be called old.  Isn't it interesting, however, that those members of our society may use their age to get away with whatever they want. For example, today I was sitting in a classroom and there was a much older woman, about 70 years old, sitting behind me.  I have known her my entire life, and I joked about how she had better not cause any trouble. Next thing I know, I got hit in the back of the head with a crumpled up piece of paper during the lesson. Though she appeared innocent, she is just as  fun and surreptitious as anyone else my age.  So watch out for the senior citizens! They are as clever and eager to cause mischief as ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-115008500692768565?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/115008500692768565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=115008500692768565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/115008500692768565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/115008500692768565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2006/06/seemingly-innocent.html' title='Seemingly Innocent'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-114826294456342630</id><published>2006-05-21T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:26:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working with Customers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Work is very interesting.  I work at a home improvement store and I receive a number of strange customers.  The other day I worked with a large, very femmi, italian man.  He wore short shorts and knee high socks.  He came up to me and asked where he could find a small cart.  After deciphering his poor english, I figured out he was asking about wheelbarrows, and showed him where it was.   I had to play the salesperson, so I had to maintain a straight face as a spoke with him.  however, maintaining a straight face was one of the hardest things to do.  He spoke like a girl, and proceeded to ask me why in the world the prices between the wheelbarrows were so different.  I had to explain that it was because one was bigger than the other. It was a very complicated thing to understand.  All the wheelbarrows were on display, and he had a hard time understanding that there would be a price difference when one would be two sizes larger than the other. It was so hard maintaining a straight face, that I could only release my laughter when he turned around to look at price tags on the boxes because he didn't believe me.  The best part was when I wanted to know if he would like me to find him a flat cart.  He said he wanted to find a light cart because he wasn't a man of the brawn, but that he  survived on his brains! He didn't have enough upper body strength (with hand motions). What a character!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Why do customers ask stupid questions? "Why is this plant brown?" Answer: "I'm afraid it's dead, mam." Or "How much is this plant that I found on the 50% off cart?" Answer: "It is a little confusing mam, I'm sorry. You subtract 50%, or half, of the price tag, and that is how much you will have to pay."  Or my personal favorite, "Which of these two trees do you think we should plant in our yard?" Answer, "It would probably be best to plant the alive one, sir." Haha. I love this job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-114826294456342630?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/114826294456342630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=114826294456342630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/114826294456342630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/114826294456342630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2006/05/working-with-customers.html' title='Working with Customers'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-114636036676866992</id><published>2006-04-29T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T09:01:04.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Throughout my travels, I have come to understand the art of managing the airport.  There are a number of things I have learned concerning living at the airport. Here are ten of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. When you arrive at the airport late, you can get through security in five minutes.  If you arrive early, it takes almost an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Yes. You ARE a number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.  On the plane, they feed you salty food so you will be thirsty and buy their overpriced snacks to quench that thrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.  By Murphy's Law, when you are exhausted you are bound to sit next to someone chatty who loves to discuss the innermost details of their monotonous personal or professioanl life.  When you are wired from lack of sleep and eager to talk, you are bound to sit next to someone who is mute or has fire come out of their eyes when you try to engage in conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.   When traveling against time zone differences, every lay-over is breakfast time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.  He who has the most toys wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.  Something in your luggage WILL break.  Why? The baggage claim workers get bored and invent their own games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.  It's all a battle over the window seat. You may loose individual battles, but you are fine as long as you win the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9.  The airport can be a social highlight, or a social black hole. Occasionally, you will run into old friends or enemies who you thought you would never see again. Your reaction to their sudden appearance?  Well... it depends on the nature of their original disappearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.  Though they shrink to about half their size when being transported into the airport, a starbuck's muffin solves all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-114636036676866992?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/114636036676866992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=114636036676866992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/114636036676866992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/114636036676866992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-in-airport.html' title='Life in the Airport'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25702454.post-114455409099964382</id><published>2006-04-08T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:26:15.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Guitarra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3715/2689/1600/100_0224bw.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3715/2689/320/100_0224bw.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25702454-114455409099964382?l=sloanstar06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/feeds/114455409099964382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25702454&amp;postID=114455409099964382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/114455409099964382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25702454/posts/default/114455409099964382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sloanstar06.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-guitarra.html' title='La Guitarra'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06849595103067767659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
