<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130</id><updated>2009-12-08T11:10:24.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Study of Narcissism</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-3931305515732983972</id><published>2009-08-08T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:57:16.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ashdash.com/"&gt;www.ashdash.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-3931305515732983972?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/3931305515732983972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=3931305515732983972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/3931305515732983972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/3931305515732983972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-4428489988417338133</id><published>2009-05-24T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:13:15.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of My Write To Run</title><content type='html'>So, I'm starting a new blog. It's all about running, cause that's what I do all the time. Now I have a blog dedicated to it. FOLLOW IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mywritetorun.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mywritetorun.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-4428489988417338133?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/4428489988417338133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=4428489988417338133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/4428489988417338133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/4428489988417338133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-im-starting-new-blog.html' title='Study of My Write To Run'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-8382536709250276217</id><published>2009-03-22T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:20:05.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Christmas</title><content type='html'>So, I found out that uploading photos on facebook is eaiser than updating this blog.  So, here's a link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=233535&amp;amp;id=571315054&amp;amp;l=75bb086ae4"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=233535&amp;amp;id=571315054&amp;amp;l=75bb086ae4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-8382536709250276217?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/8382536709250276217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=8382536709250276217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/8382536709250276217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/8382536709250276217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2009/03/study-of-christmas.html' title='Study of Christmas'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-5542386422802067424</id><published>2009-03-19T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:22:33.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Photos</title><content type='html'>I uploaded some photos on my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=232391&amp;amp;id=571315054&amp;amp;l=508eebeada"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=232391&amp;amp;id=571315054&amp;amp;l=508eebeada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-5542386422802067424?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/5542386422802067424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=5542386422802067424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/5542386422802067424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/5542386422802067424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2009/03/study-of-photos.html' title='Study of Photos'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-5340173972196197021</id><published>2008-12-03T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:33:24.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of A Letter to My Knee</title><content type='html'>Dear Left Knee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I made you run your hardest three days in a row. It was fun running 3.1 miles in 29 minutes. I thank you for your help with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that maybe the last time we did that, I might have landed on you wrong, or twisted something. Who knows what happened. All I know is, it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to give you a week off. I thought that giving you some rest, is just what you needed.  So, we went for a run on Thanksgiving, and you decided that it wasn't. The pain that was felt after running that brisk holiday morning, was not something I wanted to experiance again. Running is supposed to make me feel good, not "crap, I cant mooove my leg" good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do realize it's been a week since then? So, technically I've given you two weeks off. You know I'm addicted to endorphins right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please.  Stop being scared and knock it off with the weird stining pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being a weenie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's Brain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-5340173972196197021?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/5340173972196197021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=5340173972196197021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/5340173972196197021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/5340173972196197021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/12/study-of-letter-to-my-knee.html' title='Study of A Letter to My Knee'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-4072766113609457963</id><published>2008-11-29T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:14:20.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Chopin</title><content type='html'>I need to learn some Chopin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just Chopin.  I just need to play music, more often than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="VE_Player" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="285" width="432" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11430"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7541"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/BenjaminZander_2008-embed_high.flv&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="432" height="285" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-4072766113609457963?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/4072766113609457963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=4072766113609457963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/4072766113609457963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/4072766113609457963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/11/study-of-chopin.html' title='Study of Chopin'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-4895827515251106683</id><published>2008-11-09T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:27:18.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Stuff</title><content type='html'>I love this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="392" width="464"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/586095"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/586095" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/little-kid-on-bike-rides-into-pole.html"&gt;Little Kid on Bike Rides Into Pole&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;Free Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoah!  dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-4895827515251106683?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/4895827515251106683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=4895827515251106683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/4895827515251106683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/4895827515251106683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/11/study-of-stuff.html' title='Study of Stuff'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-7609402788510417540</id><published>2008-11-07T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:25:30.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Study of JJ's Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SRR2lnO30vI/AAAAAAAAA8g/WXKNSsDHQ5Q/s1600-h/meanddash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964252861551346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SRR2lnO30vI/AAAAAAAAA8g/WXKNSsDHQ5Q/s320/meanddash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've posted this story at &lt;a href="http://www.trusera.com/"&gt;Trusera&lt;/a&gt;. After typing it all up, I'm sure all the blog stalkers would like to hear this story too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't a story about me. Cause, let’s face it, I'm healthy. I never get sick. During the winter I might wake up with a stuffy nose, but once I stand up, breath a little, it goes away. This is probably because I keep the house on the cold side during the night. I'm also try to hit the gym 3-4 times a week. I really need to kick that up a notch because I'm GOING to run a half marathon in April (Salt Lake) and I need to stop taking days off. I also try to eat as healthy as I can. I cheat here and there, but life is about living. I do not believe in "dieting". I believe in balance. I also think running and getting your heart rate up is the best feeling in the world. Well, one of the best feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really had a reason to write on Trusera before. No one really wants to read about someone being healthy. Do they? I guess I could have written about me losing 25 pounds this year, but eh. Maybe another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is a story about the husband, JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple months JJ has been slowy going downhill health wise. He has rapidly lost 20 pounds. He's been experiencing diarrhea, very foul smelling gas, painful bowel movements, fatigue, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, he thought he might have a lactose allergy. He tried taking lactaid a few times, but that didn't help. The symptoms were still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should cut in and say JJ hasn't been to the doctor since he was a toddler. I would say he's been pretty healthy until this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought about going to a Gastrologist (GI), but we wanted to rule out everything, before going to a specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we took him to an Instacare. If it was something bacterial, this could possilby be an easy fix. They would prescribe an anti-biotic and he would be on his way. However, after running a few blood tests and a stool sample, they found nothing bacterial. The only thing they found was he had elevated white blood cells. So, his body was fighting off something, we just were not sure what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appointment with the GI doc was made. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.granitepeaksgi.com/"&gt;Granite Peaks Gastrology&lt;/a&gt;. Other than their really annoying fountain in the lobby, and $1300.00 iMac’s running windows, they were really nice. The doctor thought JJ might have Celiac Disease, so blood tests were drawn, and we waited a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coeliac_disease"&gt;Celiac Disease &lt;/a&gt;came back negative. Celiac Disease is an auto-immune disease where the body starts attacking the small intestine, when the body eats wheat. So, if JJ had this, he wouldn’t be able to eat Gluten anymore. Gluten is in everything. We were relieved it wasn’t that, but we still didn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, doc said it was time for a colonoscopy. I took JJ in on Wednesday for the procedure. It was fun. For me. I still want to be a nurse, but that’s another story. After the procedure the doctor came in with a diagnoses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ has &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crohns_disease"&gt;Chrons Disease&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrons Disease is another auto immune disease. You can get it anywhere in the digestive system. It creates inflamed sores, and ulcers in the digestive track. However, this one has no cure, and no cause. You just get it. They only thing you can do control the symptoms, and put it into remission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you really curious, this is what a &lt;a href="http://http//www.gicare.com/pated/eicnafnm.htm"&gt;normal colon should look like&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This right here, is &lt;a href="http://www.dashfest.com/stuff/jjcolon.jpg"&gt;JJ's colon.&lt;/a&gt; Photos from the colonoscopy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SRR3SyXe1fI/AAAAAAAAA8o/_ox6f21UT70/s1600-h/JJslips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965028944565746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SRR3SyXe1fI/AAAAAAAAA8o/_ox6f21UT70/s320/JJslips.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor perscribed JJ an anti-inflammatory, and anti-botics. I’m really hoping this helps. We go see the doctor in a couple weeks, and by then JJ should be feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ is going to start exercising, and taking his vitamins. I shouldn't be the only one healthy in this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SRR2Fx1eyFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/vpuppNnE6l4/s1600-h/jjeatingafish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265963705952028754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SRR2Fx1eyFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/vpuppNnE6l4/s320/jjeatingafish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I kinda like Mr. Dasher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SRR4KuKgleI/AAAAAAAAA8w/wW4vlmFssiw/s1600-h/mendash.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265965989889086946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SRR4KuKgleI/AAAAAAAAA8w/wW4vlmFssiw/s320/mendash.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-7609402788510417540?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/7609402788510417540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=7609402788510417540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7609402788510417540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7609402788510417540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/11/study-of-jjs-sickness.html' title='The Study of JJ&apos;s Sickness'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SRR2lnO30vI/AAAAAAAAA8g/WXKNSsDHQ5Q/s72-c/meanddash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-7416634023315331937</id><published>2008-10-19T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:20:48.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm posting from word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me add a photo and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright.  That's done.  What happens now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-7416634023315331937?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/7416634023315331937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=7416634023315331937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7416634023315331937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7416634023315331937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-1706513852992889876</id><published>2008-10-12T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:31:45.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Study of a Post From a Blackberry</title><content type='html'>So, this is me posting from my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably delete this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-1706513852992889876?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/1706513852992889876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=1706513852992889876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/1706513852992889876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/1706513852992889876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/10/study-of-post-from-blackberry.html' title='The Study of a Post From a Blackberry'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-2326802605684976361</id><published>2008-10-12T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:30:21.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-2326802605684976361?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/2326802605684976361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=2326802605684976361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/2326802605684976361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/2326802605684976361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/10/th.html' title='th'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-649162546703162497</id><published>2008-10-10T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:50:22.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Twitter</title><content type='html'>Turns out, twitter is pretty fantastic. Twitter is a place where I can type a sentence, and it considers it an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike here. Where one feels guilty for typing pointless stuff. So, here I am at Twitter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/ashdanz"&gt;https://twitter.com/ashdanz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have an account, get one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-649162546703162497?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/649162546703162497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=649162546703162497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/649162546703162497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/649162546703162497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/10/study-of-twitter.html' title='Study of Twitter'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-5564816084441841085</id><published>2008-10-08T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:23:12.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Nothing</title><content type='html'>Thank you google reader for being 10x's better than &lt;a href="http://www.bloglines.com/"&gt;bloglines&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pointless posts in one day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can't believe it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-5564816084441841085?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/5564816084441841085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=5564816084441841085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/5564816084441841085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/5564816084441841085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/10/study-of-nothing.html' title='Study of Nothing'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-7964405176507010139</id><published>2008-10-08T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T05:38:01.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Study McStudy</title><content type='html'>I dreamt about writing something really clever on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now I forgot what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I registered for the Salt Lake Half-Marathon, again.  Remember last year?  Remember how I registered, but then didn't do it?  I promise it will not happen this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hairs are brown now.  As of April, I've lost 26 pounds.  Someday, I'll post a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't remember that clever thing I was going to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-7964405176507010139?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/7964405176507010139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=7964405176507010139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7964405176507010139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7964405176507010139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/10/study-study-mcstudy.html' title='Study Study McStudy'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-8595314116042383366</id><published>2008-06-23T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:38.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of the Day I met Ben Folds</title><content type='html'>The day was April 23, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 7:30PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; and April pulled into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saltair&lt;/span&gt; parking lot. I was excited. Ben Folds was going to rock it out on his piano, in REAL LIFE! In true Ashley style, we were running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes being late is a very, very, very, very, very, good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGAHBLMCZvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ibhW1aJ0vhI/s1600-h/CIMG0161resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215176085259577074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGAHBLMCZvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ibhW1aJ0vhI/s320/CIMG0161resized.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull up into the parking lot of &lt;a href="http://www.thesaltair.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saltair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and there is a group of people coming toward our car and April says, "Hey Ash?......that's Ben Folds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked, and said, "No, it isn't. That's just someone that looks like him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: "Yes, it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, it isn't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uhhhh&lt;/span&gt;........ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YESSSS&lt;/span&gt; IT IS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a double take. Maybe April was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy crap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slide out of the car, forgot that I'm shy, and then this photo happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGABnqL1VsI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bL4KFh_Uh4U/s1600-h/meandbenf!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170149345482434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGABnqL1VsI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bL4KFh_Uh4U/s320/meandbenf!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook my hand. I acted like a crazy fan. Starstruck perhaps? Yup. Embarrassing? Yes, that too. I told him, "I love you!" I don't love Ben. His music? Yes, that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;looooooove&lt;/span&gt;. But, him? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook for the next hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massive amounts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; ensued after that moment. If you don't realize how exciting this was for me, imagine the person you've always wanted to meet in real life, and THAT is how it felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other photos happened. Like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGACJgRcXEI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dCnMjAkjyvE/s1600-h/meandape!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170730800208962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGACJgRcXEI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dCnMjAkjyvE/s320/meandape!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGAHBdzBl7I/AAAAAAAAAow/DCEH4Jh0gMo/s1600-h/CIMG0168resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215176090254940082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGAHBdzBl7I/AAAAAAAAAow/DCEH4Jh0gMo/s320/CIMG0168resized.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGAHywYg2uI/AAAAAAAAApA/HMMYQe74ek0/s1600-h/CIMG0169resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215176937057606370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGAHywYg2uI/AAAAAAAAApA/HMMYQe74ek0/s320/CIMG0169resized.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we listened to some music. Want photos of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't turn out. BUT! I got to see Ben's infamous Baldwin close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGAGio6MoOI/AAAAAAAAAog/5KTDqupwUfs/s1600-h/CIMG0207resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215175560661868770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGAGio6MoOI/AAAAAAAAAog/5KTDqupwUfs/s320/CIMG0207resized.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Baldwin, Why do you have to produce such pretty piano sounds, but have the price tag of a house?  (not really, but for a the grand, it's close) Huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Whhhhhhhy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt; on April 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start asking for a Baldwin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-8595314116042383366?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/8595314116042383366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=8595314116042383366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/8595314116042383366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/8595314116042383366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/06/study-of-day-i-met-ben-folds.html' title='Study of the Day I met Ben Folds'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SGAHBLMCZvI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ibhW1aJ0vhI/s72-c/CIMG0161resized.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-3805595636428695342</id><published>2008-05-26T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:41.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of The Weekend I Got Married, Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday, February 16th,2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and JJ planned on going to Vegas to get married for 2 weeks before we actually took the plunge. After much deliberation and a "blessing" (if that's what you want to call it) from my mother (the most important person to witness us getting married), who said, "Ash, just get it done. You love JJ, so it doesn't matter if anyone else is there, just do what you feel is right, and nothing else will matter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since it took me so long to finally decide to go (anyone who knows me knows I take after my father when it comes to actually deciding to do stuff) we left Riverton at 6:30PM (the plan was to leave at 230ish). We arrived in St. George around 12:30 that night. Our plan was to just stay there, and make our way towards Las Vegas in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know, that people like to go to St. George Valentines Day/President's Day weekend. We spent about an hour trying to find a place to stay. Everywhere was full! Do you know how many hotels there are in St. George? Not enough. Even though, there are probably 25-30ish. Always make reservations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky, and found one with one last vacancy. It was a room with a kitchen and fishing wallpaper. Here is JJ, being JJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R8tMmZVZUkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/AAYE-8HHGKg/s1600-h/JJbeingweird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173312819484512834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R8tMmZVZUkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/AAYE-8HHGKg/s320/JJbeingweird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, February 17th,2008:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are enjoying breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDrsDiAZTzI/AAAAAAAAAlA/sUjFN1BA5n8/s1600-h/JJandMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204731864792256306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDrsDiAZTzI/AAAAAAAAAlA/sUjFN1BA5n8/s320/JJandMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked JJ to take a photo of me in the palm trees. It was February in St. George, and I was outside without a sweater on. It was exciting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDrsPCAZT1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YCBA9JCaTJ8/s1600-h/meintheplants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204732062360751954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDrsPCAZT1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YCBA9JCaTJ8/s320/meintheplants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our way to Vegas. We decided we would stay at Planet Hollywood. Here is a video for your watching pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7eeb8b1b805b046" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DpgAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b013s4ZSpDAiiL8WjEvbxbyVoRNfvy8AC1xKZNPs4ESOQneNpgfPme3tsQoXsk-bz6j4eWi4MeHGeWGzae2-LciBnRpQBDNPtrm2tAEcLChm56IYqcMTButd6weSWBkgG87UNr71r5yzphANDnja9T9Jhvhazc7-tYQeWy315mlQSXPs2iSXeaU-0BlKFA3pcBiEcXsglItiMEAhLMQnu-dx%26sigh%3DP6YQG770Yf0O5XSgqc9WiNPKUhU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7eeb8b1b805b046%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DFYSBu4VrwqpyFcruBncBSvl72H4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DpgAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b013s4ZSpDAiiL8WjEvbxbyVoRNfvy8AC1xKZNPs4ESOQneNpgfPme3tsQoXsk-bz6j4eWi4MeHGeWGzae2-LciBnRpQBDNPtrm2tAEcLChm56IYqcMTButd6weSWBkgG87UNr71r5yzphANDnja9T9Jhvhazc7-tYQeWy315mlQSXPs2iSXeaU-0BlKFA3pcBiEcXsglItiMEAhLMQnu-dx%26sigh%3DP6YQG770Yf0O5XSgqc9WiNPKUhU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7eeb8b1b805b046%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DFYSBu4VrwqpyFcruBncBSvl72H4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about another one? Okay. Here is a tour of our room at Planet Hollywood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e4dd3dcc02dbcc5" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b01LdnbdIwfbC0jpc5MRenkdjtQg0cDt1IHDyvjgpPjq4G84IR5BuZZnZft0NAOhjk7AREXJ1o8ydCwDeflFDoOHCvzkWNAeaOqNzWWaTDO1Bx5G6UXFbpmZLGT3rQ9JYmj_Y2DivMXhQsLwQSlKcjqLa8ASxU9OdjjfZ-rx2-Spu0u2hJwUUV_C_2aa92E15g7YSDZlJETgf1wS058SlZos%26sigh%3D_sG5WdNyCIe9kJfsnT2eOqBkiK4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e4dd3dcc02dbcc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D7-SVXJnmyT8p-0UceRhj1d48T6E&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b01LdnbdIwfbC0jpc5MRenkdjtQg0cDt1IHDyvjgpPjq4G84IR5BuZZnZft0NAOhjk7AREXJ1o8ydCwDeflFDoOHCvzkWNAeaOqNzWWaTDO1Bx5G6UXFbpmZLGT3rQ9JYmj_Y2DivMXhQsLwQSlKcjqLa8ASxU9OdjjfZ-rx2-Spu0u2hJwUUV_C_2aa92E15g7YSDZlJETgf1wS058SlZos%26sigh%3D_sG5WdNyCIe9kJfsnT2eOqBkiK4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e4dd3dcc02dbcc5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D7-SVXJnmyT8p-0UceRhj1d48T6E&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling in, we spent Sunday walking around and enjoying Vegas. Vegas doesn't excite me, at all. I would rather go look at something historic, rather than a bunch of flashing lights, and advertisements. Maybe if I drank like a fish and wanted to gamble, it might be a different story. I just don't fit in with that type of crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are in front of the Bellagio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDrwTSAZT3I/AAAAAAAAAlg/y0XDnfoWhak/s1600-h/meandJJbellagio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204736533421707122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDrwTSAZT3I/AAAAAAAAAlg/y0XDnfoWhak/s320/meandJJbellagio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, February 18th, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the day we got married. I took the traditional photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of JJ in bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr3FyAZT8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/oNC-Klgh5V4/s1600-h/jjinbed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204743998074867650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr3FyAZT8I/AAAAAAAAAmI/oNC-Klgh5V4/s320/jjinbed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of me getting ready:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDrwpSAZT4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/8qXzwCNXS_E/s1600-h/inthemirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204736911378829186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDrwpSAZT4I/AAAAAAAAAlo/8qXzwCNXS_E/s320/inthemirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is! the infamous Chapel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr3FiAZT7I/AAAAAAAAAmA/UuoIycK-GXQ/s1600-h/chapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204743993779900338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr3FiAZT7I/AAAAAAAAAmA/UuoIycK-GXQ/s320/chapel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are, driving through "The Tunnel of Love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb2d63ae98e530ab" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38VliW55XLv5U_cguyBMj6A66_ZjLAHwe2p1pm2EsM9VOWUNnwUwjPNpsT2lhq3maPYJw6sFGuTui9JMZzX2d-3v-VsAdJ-IJhjfPf-h97PtHQKFRMQALsZH6JhrZzzwyvo46mfRd2CE2E4A0PCBbMis6XseXaqMq9F5tn4q7tErcK_3IuehsB01PrF8W3rSK5u7wH1VzAko1IxBSmgmu6qzpW%26sigh%3DUompL_UrUtwdk1nT5mZEtZNZBKE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb2d63ae98e530ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DcNqsbURed7YTX5OJNIJ_9rw7usQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38VliW55XLv5U_cguyBMj6A66_ZjLAHwe2p1pm2EsM9VOWUNnwUwjPNpsT2lhq3maPYJw6sFGuTui9JMZzX2d-3v-VsAdJ-IJhjfPf-h97PtHQKFRMQALsZH6JhrZzzwyvo46mfRd2CE2E4A0PCBbMis6XseXaqMq9F5tn4q7tErcK_3IuehsB01PrF8W3rSK5u7wH1VzAko1IxBSmgmu6qzpW%26sigh%3DUompL_UrUtwdk1nT5mZEtZNZBKE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb2d63ae98e530ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DcNqsbURed7YTX5OJNIJ_9rw7usQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr12CAZT5I/AAAAAAAAAlw/-OuTjwMx6sY/s1600-h/meandJJcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204742627980300178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr12CAZT5I/AAAAAAAAAlw/-OuTjwMx6sY/s320/meandJJcar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have many photos to show you of the actual ceremony. Actually, to be honest.. I don't have any. We could have paid $20 more dollars for photos, but who wants to pay that much?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I regret it. Oh well. :D Turns out, JJ was really sad about it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr3GSAZT-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/SVcDd-oeeIg/s1600-h/jjbeingsad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204744006664802274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr3GSAZT-I/AAAAAAAAAmY/SVcDd-oeeIg/s320/jjbeingsad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really. We drove through the Tunnel prepared to get married, but didn't realize you need a license to get married. But, we got that taken care of and we got to drive through the tunnel.. twice! Then, we really got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr3FyAZT9I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/-0qwmtXQmG0/s1600-h/menadjjkissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204743998074867666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr3FyAZT9I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/-0qwmtXQmG0/s320/menadjjkissing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very very very good day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, we were met with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr5eiAZT_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/oGQdhwptU3c/s1600-h/thecarrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204746622299885554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr5eiAZT_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/oGQdhwptU3c/s320/thecarrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis-in-law Cher, my neice Grace, and my sister April decorated my car and house. There were love notes all over the windows. My favorite was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr59yAZUAI/AAAAAAAAAmo/apWgDVfXMkg/s1600-h/gracenote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204747159170797570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr59yAZUAI/AAAAAAAAAmo/apWgDVfXMkg/s320/gracenote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece wrote her name on the door. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mom organized a "reception" for us. It was held at Carvers, and it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to wear a veil, AND smash cake into JJ's face. I think I got it worse though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr6ySAZUBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WiO_i3ZTKAY/s1600-h/cakesmash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204748061113929746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr6ySAZUBI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WiO_i3ZTKAY/s320/cakesmash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photographs of the event, for you to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204751205029990434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr9pSAZUCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/B07P6onXWcA/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot hot hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr9piAZUDI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-_9MnyfYrAc/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204751209324957746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr9piAZUDI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-_9MnyfYrAc/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr9pyAZUEI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ojLUGC06VBI/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204751213619925058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr9pyAZUEI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ojLUGC06VBI/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, JJ's brother, and JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr9pyAZUFI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_M9g62rajuo/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204751213619925074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr9pyAZUFI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_M9g62rajuo/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik and Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr9qCAZUGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xiaqfYdNOMs/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204751217914892386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr9qCAZUGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xiaqfYdNOMs/s320/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr-vyAZUJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-mB3w1EfqnY/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204752416210768018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr-vyAZUJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-mB3w1EfqnY/s320/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr-wCAZUKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uegWNeGdSLk/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204752420505735330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr-wCAZUKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uegWNeGdSLk/s320/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nieces being future brides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr-viAZUHI/AAAAAAAAAng/l3o-ZzxhBQ4/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204752411915800690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr-viAZUHI/AAAAAAAAAng/l3o-ZzxhBQ4/s320/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr-viAZUII/AAAAAAAAAno/kDySSUDkpnE/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204752411915800706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDr-viAZUII/AAAAAAAAAno/kDySSUDkpnE/s320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ invited his family to be there, but only his brother was able to make it. Both of my grandparents were there. However, the photographs I have of them, are not so good. Austin my youngest brother was there, and for some odd reason I have no proof? But, I do have proof that he's a dork. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDsAZSAZULI/AAAAAAAAAoA/CVFA6hhQPG4/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204754228686966962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDsAZSAZULI/AAAAAAAAAoA/CVFA6hhQPG4/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun getting married, exactly how I wanted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dress! Just jeans, chuck taylors and my JJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDsE7iAZUMI/AAAAAAAAAoI/BUjUbjOKPik/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204759215143997634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/SDsE7iAZUMI/AAAAAAAAAoI/BUjUbjOKPik/s320/111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-3805595636428695342?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e4dd3dcc02dbcc5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7eeb8b1b805b046&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cb2d63ae98e530ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/3805595636428695342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=3805595636428695342&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/3805595636428695342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/3805595636428695342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/03/study-of-weekend-i-got-married-part-two.html' title='Study of The Weekend I Got Married, Part Two'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R8tMmZVZUkI/AAAAAAAAAkg/AAYE-8HHGKg/s72-c/JJbeingweird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-8160309760805915879</id><published>2008-04-23T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:41:09.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies of Ben Folds....but not really.</title><content type='html'>I came home excited to post on my blog.  However,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; says "You can NOT blog about your Ben Folds adventure, until you blog about the wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall be a good wife, and do as my husband says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I MUST BLOG ABOUT BEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts will come later.  See that? Plural.  Which means, they are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-8160309760805915879?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/8160309760805915879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=8160309760805915879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/8160309760805915879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/8160309760805915879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/04/studies-of-ben-foldsbut-not-really.html' title='Studies of Ben Folds....but not really.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-7720799266200885450</id><published>2008-03-26T08:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:33:07.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This isn't Part 2, but it's the study of something</title><content type='html'>I've been married for 1 month, 1 week, and 1 day, and I still haven't posted the story about how it all transpired yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the post written, it's just waiting for me to stop being lazy and add the photos to it.  Can I promise I will finish it tonight?  Yes, I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience my dear readers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-7720799266200885450?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/7720799266200885450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=7720799266200885450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7720799266200885450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7720799266200885450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-isnt-part-2-but-its-study-of.html' title='This isn&apos;t Part 2, but it&apos;s the study of something'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-5476715689706107486</id><published>2008-02-21T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:43:40.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of The Weekend I Got Married, Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52cb0942ab5a9e43" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH2JKdxjsq7N8QN0rBdb8eZMzg-t1tjtafUrhjbYrKhJGSEkWcmStL71nIzeEIAH5-313EjcU2tKNoVSVjSQavMw5RKj-cnKY4wiIjTLI89FZDO-sN0FEf4qyIL1o_25Im6ZVvYeM7wiFli-RBI-trxAKQgU-4UFdK_TH5IQCWr1nN5-eNabM_jT9vMqQb4X4FVBNZdizW9fR6FVUairWCbc%26sigh%3DTN3ajDCbm1ivrMRivocNHsBaEOY%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52cb0942ab5a9e43%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D6ACtnTkdgKBKzjUgEoHdqKZjYLM&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPEbdexZYqODP9Nt5kZfcH2JKdxjsq7N8QN0rBdb8eZMzg-t1tjtafUrhjbYrKhJGSEkWcmStL71nIzeEIAH5-313EjcU2tKNoVSVjSQavMw5RKj-cnKY4wiIjTLI89FZDO-sN0FEf4qyIL1o_25Im6ZVvYeM7wiFli-RBI-trxAKQgU-4UFdK_TH5IQCWr1nN5-eNabM_jT9vMqQb4X4FVBNZdizW9fR6FVUairWCbc%26sigh%3DTN3ajDCbm1ivrMRivocNHsBaEOY%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52cb0942ab5a9e43%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D6ACtnTkdgKBKzjUgEoHdqKZjYLM&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-5476715689706107486?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=52cb0942ab5a9e43&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/5476715689706107486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=5476715689706107486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/5476715689706107486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/5476715689706107486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/02/study-of-weekend-i-got-married-part-one.html' title='Study of The Weekend I Got Married, Part One'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-2733083983176414479</id><published>2008-02-14T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:42.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Feburary 14, 2008</title><content type='html'>Official Valentines Day Re-Cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to find gifts on the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UJ34viI3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zaHBt9SAPJc/s1600-h/CIMG0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167047003206722418" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UJ34viI3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zaHBt9SAPJc/s320/CIMG0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UJ4IviI4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/WyRNhYfTi34/s1600-h/CIMG0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167047007501689730" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UJ4IviI4I/AAAAAAAAAiY/WyRNhYfTi34/s320/CIMG0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UPzYviJBI/AAAAAAAAAj4/6JbtdbNq7aQ/s1600-h/CIMG0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UPzYviJBI/AAAAAAAAAj4/6JbtdbNq7aQ/s320/CIMG0196.JPG" alt="" com="" love="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dashfest.com/love"&gt;www.dashfest.com/love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7ULqoviI_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BTMOOtTeIdg/s1600-h/CIMG0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7ULqoviI_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/BTMOOtTeIdg/s320/CIMG0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167048974596711410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little note inside this box:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7ULHIviI9I/AAAAAAAAAjA/4a2QweiGJnI/s1600-h/CIMG0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7ULHIviI9I/AAAAAAAAAjA/4a2QweiGJnI/s320/CIMG0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167048364711355346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dashfest.com/more"&gt;www.dashfest.com/more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Valentines didn't end there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher, Grace &amp;amp; Kadence dropped me off this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UM24viJAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_mzG3XhXcSQ/s1600-h/valentine%27s%2Bday%2B012%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UM24viJAI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_mzG3XhXcSQ/s320/valentine%27s%2Bday%2B012%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167050284561736706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7ULHIviI-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/d43YTnXHMM4/s1600-h/CIMG0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7ULHIviI-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/d43YTnXHMM4/s320/CIMG0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167048364711355362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cap off all the excitement, my secret admirer left me these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UJ4YviI6I/AAAAAAAAAio/4XeN_V8MRYY/s1600-h/CIMG0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167047011796657058" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UJ4YviI6I/AAAAAAAAAio/4XeN_V8MRYY/s320/CIMG0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been doing this little trick for the past three years.  I think my grandma helped me figure out who it was?  Maybe it was my mom?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling you who it is.  It's a secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES!  &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7URuIviJCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QvorocELVxA/s1600-h/CIMG0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7URuIviJCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QvorocELVxA/s320/CIMG0203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167055631796020258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-2733083983176414479?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/2733083983176414479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=2733083983176414479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/2733083983176414479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/2733083983176414479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/02/study-of-feburary-14-2008.html' title='Study of Feburary 14, 2008'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_55ed8fMRMuU/R7UJ34viI3I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/zaHBt9SAPJc/s72-c/CIMG0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-2627319712049248154</id><published>2008-01-31T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:16:10.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Voting</title><content type='html'>I just called the &lt;a href="http://elections.utah.gov/voterregistrationami.htm"&gt;Salt Lake County Clerk. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, I'm registered un-affliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what this means???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can vote on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Tuesday"&gt;Super Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!! However, I'll probably just go over to Draper City and vote early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to measure the pro's and con's with Obama/Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH HOO! Ashley is happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-2627319712049248154?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/2627319712049248154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=2627319712049248154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/2627319712049248154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/2627319712049248154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/01/study-of-voting.html' title='Study of Voting'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-4238343561399549637</id><published>2008-01-30T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:16:29.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies of Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is another post I wrote a about 2 weeks ago, that I never posted. It should be noted: I do not own the LG Shine anymore. I traded it in for a Blackberry Pearl. More details of that, to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here we go:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I have had the same phone for almost 3 years, we decided it was time to for an upgrade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I got a new phone for Christmas. &lt;a href="http://techdigest.tv/lg_shine-thumb.jpg"&gt;The LG Shine&lt;/a&gt;. It does videos. Not the best quality of videos, but it does something. These videos I can put on the internet to embarrass people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I shall embarrass JJ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b2003300b9f7481" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYf3aEIOxl6he80Nql66iTpmTdc-8QtCHccihrXjbhqFFjbJp9wjKBVYJ3-CeioAKV6JioFv2GJOj0zPOqNdo3-nNi0Fi_WbLsCmJNV0R5HwoRJ90EZrYZ0YpEjfZD06rCFkRfnYfxsuAvwzklwfCiN65RnJj8LfRVqPwpoXeg9vHiiDvlYGeuAJJzCRcsGPJ3B0sJrdbUBIL1chX-CGBJtx%26sigh%3Dxm2XJUhNfW7FFRLDzWOBU-RJkFU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b2003300b9f7481%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DNYbzFq67hat1JnJXdBsLysJLjew&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYf3aEIOxl6he80Nql66iTpmTdc-8QtCHccihrXjbhqFFjbJp9wjKBVYJ3-CeioAKV6JioFv2GJOj0zPOqNdo3-nNi0Fi_WbLsCmJNV0R5HwoRJ90EZrYZ0YpEjfZD06rCFkRfnYfxsuAvwzklwfCiN65RnJj8LfRVqPwpoXeg9vHiiDvlYGeuAJJzCRcsGPJ3B0sJrdbUBIL1chX-CGBJtx%26sigh%3Dxm2XJUhNfW7FFRLDzWOBU-RJkFU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b2003300b9f7481%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DNYbzFq67hat1JnJXdBsLysJLjew&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Wondernig what he's doing? He has a computer on his lap, and is looking inside of it. Pondering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-4238343561399549637?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b2003300b9f7481&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/4238343561399549637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=4238343561399549637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/4238343561399549637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/4238343561399549637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/01/studies-of-videos.html' title='Studies of Videos'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-2682600888920126288</id><published>2008-01-29T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:35:57.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Study of Arty Assholes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Blogger says I have 98 posts. However, I have only posted, 78 of them. So, I currently have 20 posts that I have written, but have never got around to posting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is one I wrote back in the summer time (with my edits):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of you out there know how much I love Radiohead. It's almost as much as Ben Folds. But, not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like them enough to put this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lauro.blogs.com/farcountrytell/images/specimen_bear_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="133" alt="" src="http://lauro.blogs.com/farcountrytell/images/specimen_bear_2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the form of a sticker, on the back on my car. My brother has a vinyl cutter, so he made it for me. I stole. We stole. Arrest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sticker is the Radiohead bear. Do I know what it "means"? No, not really. I kind of do, but I don't want to write anything that I'm not sure about, so we will just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the gym on Monday, and I get out of my car. There was a guy standing by his car next to me, and this is what transpired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Man: "What is that? Some sort of crazy monkey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uhhh.. Oh. No. It's a bear. Have you heard of Radiohead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Granola Man: "Yes, I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I love them. Well, it's artwork that was on the Kid-A album. You know, the album Kid-A right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Granola Man with Curly Hairs: "I'm not really familiar with that one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Basically it's just a symbol that Radiohead has, and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;people who are big Radiohead fans knows what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious Granola Man with Curly Hairs and &lt;a href="http://www.man-sandals.com/sandals-images/flip-flops-pictures/mens_birkenstocks_socks_1.jpg"&gt;Jesus Shoes&lt;/a&gt; on: "Well, I guess I'm not big enough" (He then rolls his eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;"Guess Not."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did I turn into an arty asshole?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I always been one, and never noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This was written before I made &lt;a href="http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2007/10/study-of-in-rainbows.html"&gt;THIS POST&lt;/a&gt;, which is okay. I still love me some Radiohead)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-2682600888920126288?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/2682600888920126288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=2682600888920126288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/2682600888920126288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/2682600888920126288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2007/09/study-of-arty-assholes.html' title='The Study of Arty Assholes'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-6439722205129647232</id><published>2008-01-28T21:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:02:40.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies of Accomplishments</title><content type='html'>Ready for this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 miles in.... 29:47!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-6439722205129647232?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/6439722205129647232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=6439722205129647232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/6439722205129647232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/6439722205129647232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/01/studies-of-accomplishments.html' title='Studies of Accomplishments'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9124866684326240130.post-7204466562221697536</id><published>2008-01-27T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:10:41.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study of Field of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.teachwithmovies.org/guides/field-of-dreams-DVDcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.teachwithmovies.org/guides/field-of-dreams-DVDcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teachwithmovies.org/guides/field-of-dreams-DVDcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched this movie for the 55th time today. That is right, 55!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. I have no idea how many times I watched it. However, that estimate is probably pretty close. I have a few movies that I can watch, over and over and over again. This is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize that it's a silly movie. But, watching it today reminded me of what Draper, Utah (my hometown) used to be like, before everyone decided it would be cool to move there. When it was just a small town full of middle class families, with fields and farms EVERYWHERE. Now, those fields are gone and it's just a sea of rich people. I'm not saying it's necessary bad thing that Draper grew to what it is now. It is nice that my mom doesn't have to drive 15 miles to Sandy to get her groceries. Wait. I said that wrong. April and Austin don't have to drive as far. It's just weird to think how Draper was, and how it is now, with it's million dollar homes on the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't complain about development. I work in an Civil Engineering office. If development didn't happen, I wouldn't have the greatest job on the planet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't even LIKE baseball, but I enjoy this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I've probably watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099653"&gt;GHOST&lt;/a&gt; more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9124866684326240130-7204466562221697536?l=studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/feeds/7204466562221697536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9124866684326240130&amp;postID=7204466562221697536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7204466562221697536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9124866684326240130/posts/default/7204466562221697536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://studyofnarcissism.blogspot.com/2008/01/study-of-field-of-dreams.html' title='Study of Field of Dreams'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08133778185116340830</uri><email>ashdanz@msn.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03931358351127096361'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>