<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331</id><updated>2011-09-07T10:27:35.978-07:00</updated><category term='New to Blog'/><title type='text'>Love The Life You Live</title><subtitle type='html'>by Amy Marie Asher</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-1435328127457133074</id><published>2009-11-18T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:30:19.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRW5Tc4xgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YAPH2FToRFY/s1600/mark4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405540995225404930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRW5Tc4xgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YAPH2FToRFY/s320/mark4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRWtve1K5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jKLhLwWatqE/s1600/mark3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405540796591319954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRWtve1K5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/jKLhLwWatqE/s320/mark3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRWc8eklpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0Z8fbgssKkU/s1600/mark1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405540508022118034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRWc8eklpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0Z8fbgssKkU/s320/mark1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introducing Mark.......I have been with Mark since January of this year.(2009) I must say he has been a blessing to my life and I am so thankful to have him. &lt;/em&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/1594579811351785331-1435328127457133074?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1435328127457133074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=1435328127457133074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1435328127457133074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1435328127457133074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRW5Tc4xgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YAPH2FToRFY/s72-c/mark4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-1608393609045313010</id><published>2009-11-18T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:16:12.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Meghan turns "15"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRV4wyuWtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n1guZ3poPrU/s1600/m12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405539886410128082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRV4wyuWtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n1guZ3poPrU/s320/m12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, it's that time of year again. My Miss Meghan turns 15. She is grown so much in the past &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRVu4okU-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/wynfSsfLjUM/s1600/m10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405539716716319714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRVu4okU-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/wynfSsfLjUM/s320/m10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1594579811351785331-1608393609045313010?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1608393609045313010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=1608393609045313010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1608393609045313010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1608393609045313010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-meghan-turns-15.html' title='Miss Meghan turns &quot;15&quot;'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SwRV4wyuWtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/n1guZ3poPrU/s72-c/m12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-8223900044715259053</id><published>2009-11-18T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:05:40.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to this.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's been a really long time since I've blogged anything. Maybe a year or more at that!  In this time I have been busy with Facebook and being in a 10mos relationship with someone very special. I will bring you up to speed with what has been going on. I think the last time I blogged was after we returned from visiting Utah, the Summer of July 2008. We had attended my step-fathers funeral. Although it was great to see my brother and my niece, the circumstances surrounding our visit was otherwise very sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Meghan is now 15yrs old and graduated from Middle School last June. She decided to transfer from Alma to St. Louis schools. Where she has made some better friends and now has a boyfriend. His name is Jake and he is a year older then her. He is a very nice boy and I work with his mother Amy Hale. We are good friends. Meghan is also good friends with Jake's younger sister Aubrey. She is also a very nice girl and we love having both of them over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mom works at St. Louis High School, and serves school lunch to the students.  She also keeps a watchful eye on Miss Meghan....psssst....but you didn't hear it from me. You don't know anything about this....so pretend I never mentioned it. Anyone who knows me, knows I would be a fool to not have a spy with inside connections and a way to get information. She is me all over again, your damn right I'm gonna have spy's!!!!  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In January of 2009, I met Mark, who I have been seeing now for 10mos. He is very handsome, kind, thoughtful, considerate, honest,loving,caring and has so many other good qualities that it would take me all day to list them one by one. I have never in my life met anyone so understanding and accepting of other individuals and their situations. It seems he was meant to come into my life and be the one I grow old with.  He is so good to myself and my daughter. He treats us like we are his family and when we are together the three of us are always very happy. I feel extremely blessed to have him in our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then there is my little Nash Asher. My other kid, who is really a dog...but could pass for another child. Last year, he was sick suffering from a pancreatic condition in which he couldn't keep his food down. The vet ran a bunch of tests to determine the condition was caused by food allergies. We started him on a special food from the vet and he then little by little he made a complete recovery. Now he loves to eat and will run around with a fat belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594579811351785331-8223900044715259053?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8223900044715259053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=8223900044715259053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/8223900044715259053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/8223900044715259053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-this.html' title='Back to this.......'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-7417950969363507646</id><published>2008-08-15T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:23:28.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXk1pERkwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pmHSyWpkyEU/s1600-h/h1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234841752096051970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXk1pERkwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pmHSyWpkyEU/s320/h1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXkjzGT2MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/shvpBtsi0eo/s1600-h/h2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234841445551298754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXkjzGT2MI/AAAAAAAAAEY/shvpBtsi0eo/s320/h2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;These pictures were taken July 2 2008, during our visit. She is so pretty.  She looks a lot like my Meghan did at this age (4yrs).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXkJ6oSNjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tjoFsULngUg/s1600-h/amyharlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234841000896247346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXkJ6oSNjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tjoFsULngUg/s320/amyharlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everyone says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; looks like me in this picture. Sure I would claim her and bring her back to Michigan to live with me.  But I think my brother would have something to say about that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXj5IUHsZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L92qZVEQR8Q/s1600-h/hwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234840712511992210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXj5IUHsZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L92qZVEQR8Q/s320/hwater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harlee&lt;/span&gt; is fascinated with the water. She loves to have her hands and feet in it all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1594579811351785331-7417950969363507646?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7417950969363507646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=7417950969363507646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/7417950969363507646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/7417950969363507646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/harlee.html' title='Harlee'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXk1pERkwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pmHSyWpkyEU/s72-c/h1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-1072213028125733708</id><published>2008-08-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:05:25.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my brother Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXhHmASUnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/INmMiKlJK3c/s1600-h/us+three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234837662465151602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXhHmASUnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/INmMiKlJK3c/s320/us+three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is thee "only" recent picture I have of me and my brother Andy. He hates the camera, and I was lucky enough to get this picture. Andy still lives in Beaver, Utah. We miss him so much, and hope to eventually move back someday.  Andy let me drive his big "off the ground" diesel truck...which I had to have a step stool to climb up into.  No really, I was able to get in it without the stool....I was just messing with you. This is a nice picture of the three of us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594579811351785331-1072213028125733708?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1072213028125733708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=1072213028125733708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1072213028125733708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1072213028125733708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-and-my-brother-andy.html' title='Me and my brother Andy'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXhHmASUnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/INmMiKlJK3c/s72-c/us+three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-1287797947267281464</id><published>2008-08-15T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:59:24.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDMA MARGIE'S DOG LUKE ALSO KNOWN AS LINUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXfChVlRoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/l0ytHEIUKUc/s1600-h/luke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234835376289695362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXfChVlRoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/l0ytHEIUKUc/s320/luke2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is Luke, Grandma Margie's dog. He is a full pitbull, but thee biggest baby you will ever meet in your life. We also call him Linus...from Snoopy because he carries his blankey around in his mouth. I'm the one who come up with calling him Linus. Mom actually prefers that to "LUKE, IT"S ME....I AM YOUR FATHER"!!! lol from you guessed it...STAR WARS. I wish I had a picture of the blankey in his mouth, I will be sure to get one. It's so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXeOim_OdI/AAAAAAAAADw/UbL5-lcdmvo/s1600-h/luke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234834483277937106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXeOim_OdI/AAAAAAAAADw/UbL5-lcdmvo/s320/luke1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1594579811351785331-1287797947267281464?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1287797947267281464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=1287797947267281464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1287797947267281464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1287797947267281464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandma-margies-dog-luke-also-known-as.html' title='GRANDMA MARGIE&apos;S DOG LUKE ALSO KNOWN AS LINUS!'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXfChVlRoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/l0ytHEIUKUc/s72-c/luke2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-7913317173389722609</id><published>2008-08-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:46:18.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "NASH" Asher</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here he is begging for some of Meghan's Doritos chips.  We always share our treats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXcpztIkpI/AAAAAAAAADg/QhPEah2W5Yo/s1600-h/nash4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234832752700330642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXcpztIkpI/AAAAAAAAADg/QhPEah2W5Yo/s320/nash4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Throw me a freakin bone people.....:) He likes to pose for the camera. He looks like his front legs are broke because he is double jointed. He's my baby boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXb-ywaX2I/AAAAAAAAADY/Hk9233feLvw/s1600-h/nash3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234832013711269730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXb-ywaX2I/AAAAAAAAADY/Hk9233feLvw/s320/nash3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My sleepy prince taking a nap on my bed. I was getting ready to clip his nails...I have to do it when he is sleeping otherwise he is difficult to handle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXa1QH4IJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/x4wwQY8YSso/s1600-h/nash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234830750283997330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXa1QH4IJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/x4wwQY8YSso/s320/nash2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Meghan and Nash in her bedroom posing for me. I think Meghan was whistling or something because of Nash's facial expression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXaWiZafWI/AAAAAAAAADI/BDdB7dltahc/s1600-h/mgnash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234830222613445986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXaWiZafWI/AAAAAAAAADI/BDdB7dltahc/s320/mgnash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is my other kid, his name is Nash, and was named after the show Nash Bridges. He is the sweetest dog I've ever owned, and SPOILED! He believes he is human, he eats with us, sleeps with us, rides in the car with us, be basically does everything we do. :) His front legs are exactly two inches long which makes it hard for him to jump up on the couch and bed, so I built him a little ramp to walk up on..."walks the plank"!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXZbtwdyYI/AAAAAAAAADA/MJ49MWbUzaY/s1600-h/nash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234829212050639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXZbtwdyYI/AAAAAAAAADA/MJ49MWbUzaY/s320/nash1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1594579811351785331-7913317173389722609?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7913317173389722609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=7913317173389722609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/7913317173389722609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/7913317173389722609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-nash-asher.html' title='Our &quot;NASH&quot; Asher'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXcpztIkpI/AAAAAAAAADg/QhPEah2W5Yo/s72-c/nash4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-4547472541792819795</id><published>2008-08-15T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:13:15.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEGHAN AND HER GIFT OF PRANKING....SHE GOT THAT FROM ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXTQxSjL4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/y63SXawn8dY/s1600-h/ph4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234822426950578050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXTQxSjL4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/y63SXawn8dY/s320/ph4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXTGP9FVnI/AAAAAAAAACw/1idgh7MrqdU/s1600-h/ph1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234822246203479666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXTGP9FVnI/AAAAAAAAACw/1idgh7MrqdU/s320/ph1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She's at it again! This is one of her most favorite past times, prank calling people. She reminds me so much of myself at that age. I remember me and my best friend Mandy Macdonald-Giddings would call this lady named Ora, and tell her that her pool would be delivered, and when she asked to cancel it, I would say...line two may I help you...and she would ask for the number to cancel the pool...we gave her the birth control care center number. We still laugh about that one! There was another lady Mary Stevens, we got her all fired up....poor ladies. What can I say, we were kids being kids! Anyway, Meghan is Jim Carey's long lost daughter....she sounds just like him and basically can mock him from any movie he has ever been in. Which leads me to the story about her calling my boss 4 times and acting like the Ernie Douglas from the movie Cable Guy....the voicemails were hysterical but I had to sit there with a straight face and pretend it wasn't funny. I wanted to laugh sooo bad! GOOD NEWS....I'm still at my job! :) My boss doesn't have much of a sense of humor. Next time, we won't call him....we will pick someone random of out the phone book. Does anyone know if Ora or Mary is still alive? Time to go cat hunting...MANDY!!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXS9F8jtFI/AAAAAAAAACo/JvvPckkVoTI/s1600-h/ph3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234822088898098258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXS9F8jtFI/AAAAAAAAACo/JvvPckkVoTI/s320/ph3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1594579811351785331-4547472541792819795?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4547472541792819795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=4547472541792819795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/4547472541792819795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/4547472541792819795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/meghan-and-her-gift-of-prankingshe-got.html' title='MEGHAN AND HER GIFT OF PRANKING....SHE GOT THAT FROM ME!'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXTQxSjL4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/y63SXawn8dY/s72-c/ph4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-485778617453839268</id><published>2008-08-15T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:57:13.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VISITING OUR HARLEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hey Harlee Barlee....I was sitting on the lawn with her while she posed for me with her baby doll. I must have taken 200 pictures of her in the week's time we was there. She loves the camera, just like her cousin Meghan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXRB2hRoUI/AAAAAAAAACM/bn5NSuCvxM8/s1600-h/horsietime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234819971633226050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXRB2hRoUI/AAAAAAAAACM/bn5NSuCvxM8/s320/horsietime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXQaaPxxPI/AAAAAAAAACE/uITdpD-mhKg/s1600-h/marg2nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234819294028743922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXQaaPxxPI/AAAAAAAAACE/uITdpD-mhKg/s320/marg2nd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was also a horse the most of the time I was there, I failed to mention that part. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is a picture of Grandma Margie and our Harlee Lynn. We always love to go visit her and Andy. Harlee really looks a lot like my mom, and I've got more pictures to prove it. It's really easy to tell that we are all related. Harlee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;spent most of the time entertaining us with her dances, and comedy show's she put on. We always look forward to time spent with her. It is treasured...as we live so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXO4oNJS9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DVY8ZW7D3dY/s1600-h/grharlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234817614148619218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXO4oNJS9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/DVY8ZW7D3dY/s320/grharlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1594579811351785331-485778617453839268?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/485778617453839268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=485778617453839268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/485778617453839268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/485778617453839268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/visiting-our-harlee.html' title='VISITING OUR HARLEE'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXRB2hRoUI/AAAAAAAAACM/bn5NSuCvxM8/s72-c/horsietime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-1371633706539312820</id><published>2008-08-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:49:35.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXdpLFzHLI/AAAAAAAAADo/GwUVq2lXvFs/s1600-h/FAV2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234833841309555890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXdpLFzHLI/AAAAAAAAADo/GwUVq2lXvFs/s320/FAV2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This picture of me and my Meghan is one of my most fav's. Our relationship is exactly what you see in this picture. It's only been just the two of us for the past 7-8yrs. I must say, being a mom, her mom at that, is the most rewarding experience I will ever know. Everyday she teaches me something new, and I find that as an adult I am still learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For those of you who need reminding, Meghan is now 13yrs going on 14. She is growing up so fast and the boys are starting to take notice. Infact, I received a phone call at 1am last Saturday night, and NO it wasn't for me. I couldn't believe it, and I was furious that some boy was calling MY daughter! She was staying at a friends, but that didn't stop me from getting in my car and driving to the otherside of town just to make sure she was alright, and where she should have been. The friend's neighbors probably wondered who this crazy lady was knocking on the door at 1am, but when you are a parent...you find you do the unimaginable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nobody answered the door, so I peered through the living room window ( as crazy as it sounds) to see my daughter, and her friend Jacelle sound asleep on the couch. That was enough for me, so I got in my car and drove back home. I was able to go back to sleep knowing my daughter was safe and no where near that....BOY! I honestly don't know how my mother ever put up with me and my shenanigans! I was soooo boy crazy it's pitiful. I'm pretty lucky though, my daughter is a lot like me, however I've been a great example in showing her how to live the right way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594579811351785331-1371633706539312820?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1371633706539312820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=1371633706539312820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1371633706539312820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1371633706539312820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-daughter.html' title='My daughter'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QluA1E_qtU/SKXdpLFzHLI/AAAAAAAAADo/GwUVq2lXvFs/s72-c/FAV2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1594579811351785331.post-1917233766476466361</id><published>2008-08-08T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:58:23.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New to Blog'/><title type='text'>New to Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We are new to this blog thing, so please bare with us.  I'm still trying to figure out how to post the pictures where I want them... if you guys don't mind giving me some helpful advice? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I could really use the help. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1594579811351785331-1917233766476466361?l=asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1917233766476466361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1594579811351785331&amp;postID=1917233766476466361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1917233766476466361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1594579811351785331/posts/default/1917233766476466361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asherfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-to-blog.html' title='New to Blog'/><author><name>Life As We Know It</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
