<?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-2278605948540262272</id><updated>2011-07-28T10:32:35.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the randomness....</title><subtitle type='html'>ashley scott</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-6982441237420476351</id><published>2009-09-16T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:15:02.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping Ahead</title><content type='html'>OK, so there is just too much to try to catch up on, so lets just pretend that I did and move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing happened yesterday morning that I have to talk about!  To back track, I got a new phone and Joe was looking at it trying to figure out how to set the alarm for me.  He picked a tone and said, 'I think that will wake you up,' and then we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 6:00 my alarm goes off, and as I reach over to try to figure out how to turn it off, I hear all of this commotion going on in the house.  Next thing I know, I can hear someone in Beckett's room through the baby monitor.  I look over and notice that Joe isn't in the bed.  (By the way, he has never woke up to Beckett crying in the monitor, so I didn't think that was what happened).  I get up to walk in there to see what in the world is going on, and Joe walks back in the room with a strange look on his face.  Turns out, he thought the house was on fire and the smoke detector was going off, so he sprinted to Beckett's room to save him.  Sweet and HILARIOUS all at the same time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-6982441237420476351?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/6982441237420476351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=6982441237420476351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/6982441237420476351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/6982441237420476351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2009/09/skipping-ahead.html' title='Skipping Ahead'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-857010636701634887</id><published>2009-07-06T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:57:20.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting with Beckett's birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know, I'm 2 months behind...Today I will at least post about his birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 5, 2009 Joe and I arrived at the hospital anxious to meet our son. Here is a picture of us after I have been pumped full of fluids...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355453029091727266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SlJkJ9JNV6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dY-fkegik6Q/s320/3198_193289520045_861315045_6808630_2253294_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hutchinson came in at 7:30 and broke my water. I was already at 6 cm and almost 100%....I didn't waste any time asking for my epidural. By 11:30 I was 'complete' and the nurse let me start pushing. Dr. H arrived around 12:30 and called in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; girls which pretty much scared me to death. He then said the words that really scared me 'we have 2 options.' Joe looked like he was about to fall out of his chair as it was, and that didn't help. My options were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forceps&lt;/span&gt; or c-section. Granted I had been pushing for about 45 minutes at this point, I opted for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forceps&lt;/span&gt;. The little guy was turned sideways, and his shoulders were stuck. Once he got him turned, it took 4 pushes and he was out. I cried so hard when I saw him, which is very much NOT me, but I was so relieved that he was here and safe. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355455380617491410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SlJmS1Qo89I/AAAAAAAAAEk/EWuPPI34h6A/s320/3198_194152580045_861315045_6820591_2577091_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355454824170611234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SlJlycVXYiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oVYeoGB8rTM/s320/3198_193289525045_861315045_6808631_1163125_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355455116895364530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SlJmDe0YpbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JLgMeMaoEfY/s320/3198_193294295045_861315045_6808716_2014552_n.jpg" /&gt; No one can ever prepare you for the day you have a baby. They can try, but you never really get it until it happens to you. We are blessed beyond measure to have a perfect baby boy!! He weighed 7 lbs 4 oz and was 20.5" long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-857010636701634887?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/857010636701634887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=857010636701634887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/857010636701634887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/857010636701634887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2009/07/starting-with-becketts-birth.html' title='Starting with Beckett&apos;s birth'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SlJkJ9JNV6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/dY-fkegik6Q/s72-c/3198_193289520045_861315045_6808630_2253294_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-4707631893743191031</id><published>2009-04-21T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:01:47.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones...things people forget to tell you...</title><content type='html'>Here is a short list of pregnancy 'milestones' that a lot of people fail to share...of course you have to obvious days that you will never forget...first kick, first ultrasound, when you find out the sex, etc. but these are days that have an equal impact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days you'll remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the first time you sit down to pee and your stomach rests on your thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the first day you sit down to pee and your boobs rest on your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the first day you bend down to pick something up and almost do a front roll because your body no longer bends that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the first time you look down and see your stomach move like a wave.  not just a kick, but it looks like there is a snake in there moving in 8 directions at once...freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the first morning you wake up and you have wet circles on your shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the first time you sit down to pee and your boobs don't rest on your stomach anymore because your baby has dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the first time the doctor 'checks' you and you wince in pain only to have a hot flash when he tells you that you are dilated.  (for me this was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really having a baby moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the first day that you go to the bathroom to see if there is an arm hanging out because that is the only explanation for the sensation you just felt 'down there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few I can think of off the top of my head.  I'm sure there were many other 'why didn't anyone tell me about this' moments, but that's all I've got for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually due 7 days from today, but the doctor says he will induce me in 14 if I haven't had Beckett yet.  He said he highly doubts that I will make it until then, but at this point I'm not really believing anything he says.  Pretty sure he will still be in there come August!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-4707631893743191031?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/4707631893743191031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=4707631893743191031' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/4707631893743191031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/4707631893743191031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2009/04/milestonesthings-people-forget-to-tell.html' title='Milestones...things people forget to tell you...'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-7904930350057907975</id><published>2009-03-09T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:10:59.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on pregnancy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to the doctor this morning and everything looked great. i have gained 15 pounds now, and beckett has a very strong heartbeat. i will go back in 2 weeks, and after that its every monday until he arrives.  below is a picture from 2 weeks ago (31 weeks pregnant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311251939526364690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SbVbf7ASzhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tcz6wJL8ttA/s320/preg+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on moving...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;joe and i sold our house (yippy), but can't find anything we really want to buy. so, we are moving in with my parents this coming weekend. i'm a little torn on how this makes me feel, but all together i think it will be fine. as soon as something comes on the market, we will be ready to snatch it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on work...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the job market the way it is, i won't complain about my job. i'll only say that i am very much looking forward to maternity leave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2278605948540262272-7904930350057907975?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/7904930350057907975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=7904930350057907975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/7904930350057907975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/7904930350057907975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SbVbf7ASzhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Tcz6wJL8ttA/s72-c/preg+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-7366240822495257022</id><published>2009-02-02T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:48:45.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 weeks, hot dogs, nachos, and vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;As of tomorrow, I will be 28 weeks along. My sugar test came back fine, and I am really starting to show. I have at least 5 strangers a week ask me what I'm having, so that must mean that I am for real over the looking fat stage. Beckett will be here within the next 12 weeks...that's starting to be a little scary. He had hiccups for the first time last night, and Joe felt him move for the first time also. It was a pretty exciting night around our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think B will come out expecting to have hot dogs and nachos every night for dinner. Since I am in a gym on M, Tu, Th, F, and most Saturdays, this has become his regular meal. Luckily for him (and me), we only have a few weeks left of concession stand gourmet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We got our vacation booked last week. Summer/Jeremy/Peyton/Addison/Joe/Ash/Beck will be living up the beach life right down the street from Tracy the last week of June. Some people say we are crazy for taking a 2 month old baby that far away, but I think it is going to be so fun. It will give me something to look forward to once my maternity leave is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am going to do my best to take a picture every week of myself until he is born. I'll start posting them soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-7366240822495257022?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/7366240822495257022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=7366240822495257022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/7366240822495257022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/7366240822495257022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2009/02/28-weeks-hot-dogs-nachos-and-vacation.html' title='28 weeks, hot dogs, nachos, and vacation'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-4011608025737991777</id><published>2009-01-12T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:52:25.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Tag Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. Go to Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Do an Image search for your answer to each question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Pick a picture off the first page of images that best answers the question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) what i am doing right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu53nfJSPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zF1kQl2XtxY/s1600-h/pro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290526552420337906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu53nfJSPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zF1kQl2XtxY/s320/pro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, you caught me...I've got several things to do at work and I'm putting them off. I have issues with getting things done right away. For some reason I like to put it off until close to the last minute. I was going to say something here about stressing out, but I rarely stress about anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) my age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty Six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290527173237577954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu6bwNgmOI/AAAAAAAAACE/AAUOu7DkCOE/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, I really had to think about how old I was to answer this question. My instinct said 25, but I knew that was wrong. I like this picture because it reminds me of the eye doctor...he likes to take my $$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) first name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu7QTLBhlI/AAAAAAAAACM/wY8qhv384A8/s1600-h/as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290528075975591506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu7QTLBhlI/AAAAAAAAACM/wY8qhv384A8/s320/as.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this girl's name is Ashley Scott...like me...weird! My stomach sticks out a little bit more than hers does at 25 weeks pregnant though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) middle name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu84QMTW0I/AAAAAAAAACU/N0nwKZHFEps/s1600-h/gray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290529861882043202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu84QMTW0I/AAAAAAAAACU/N0nwKZHFEps/s320/gray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These gray pavers are somewhat representative of me...very architectural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) last name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu9cRXYn_I/AAAAAAAAACc/fxCz7OBtiuw/s1600-h/scott.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290530480672251890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu9cRXYn_I/AAAAAAAAACc/fxCz7OBtiuw/s320/scott.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...we make TP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) maiden name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gartman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu-e7rSxCI/AAAAAAAAACk/4NJddMAiLdE/s1600-h/gartman200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290531625901409314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu-e7rSxCI/AAAAAAAAACk/4NJddMAiLdE/s320/gartman200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cracked me up! It's you Jessica! That really came up on the first page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) favorite food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290532059737758098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu-4L18GZI/AAAAAAAAACs/kkp9nrl-pBw/s320/candy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't know if that's technically a food, but holy mother that looks good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) bad habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stalking people on facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu_gp9sMFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rPmySt-t-Kk/s1600-h/fb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290532755018100818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu_gp9sMFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/rPmySt-t-Kk/s320/fb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't help myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) past pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bentley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu_-Em0R5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/R-0JMqti9QE/s1600-h/bent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290533260386125714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu_-Em0R5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/R-0JMqti9QE/s320/bent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't have the car instead of the dog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)grandma's name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvAead_pBI/AAAAAAAAADE/HlAOAHInzEI/s1600-h/tru.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290533816010515474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvAead_pBI/AAAAAAAAADE/HlAOAHInzEI/s320/tru.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's mom...this isn't her, but I bet she has a similar picture some where. I love her name though. If we were having a girl, I really wanted her middle name to be Tru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) past love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvBL0kCqlI/AAAAAAAAADM/s5ewO-gf8KA/s1600-h/vb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290534596109314642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvBL0kCqlI/AAAAAAAAADM/s5ewO-gf8KA/s320/vb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved it! It was so much fun to play. If only I had taken it more seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) first job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secretary at Gartman Systems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvFGHz0lmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2Hxu98dtAYM/s1600-h/sec.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290538896243070562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvFGHz0lmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2Hxu98dtAYM/s320/sec.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was obsessed with being my Dad's secretary when I was a kid. I just knew Chris was going to take over the business, and I was going to answer the phones...high ambitions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) favorite place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvDE4g2y2I/AAAAAAAAADc/pjUk20DHDZc/s1600-h/home-front.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290536675933866850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvDE4g2y2I/AAAAAAAAADc/pjUk20DHDZc/s320/home-front.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little average and normal, but since we aren't home very often its nice to be there and enjoy it when we are...I promise if my house looked like this one, I would spend more time in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) if i went back to school i would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be a home economics teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvDusKETSI/AAAAAAAAADk/dv7Kk_nQioM/s1600-h/he.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290537394171563298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvDusKETSI/AAAAAAAAADk/dv7Kk_nQioM/s320/he.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is still on the table. Technically I wouldn't have to go back to school because my degree is in this field...I think it would be so fun. I don't know about making these pies all day though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) if i could visit any place in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvEUPWaRBI/AAAAAAAAADs/DJZlZabTAa4/s1600-h/LasVegasSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290538039273735186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWvEUPWaRBI/AAAAAAAAADs/DJZlZabTAa4/s320/LasVegasSign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband has been twice and I get angry every time he mentions it because I want to go so bad!! We will make it soon enough though...and of course when millions! &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/2278605948540262272-4011608025737991777?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/4011608025737991777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=4011608025737991777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/4011608025737991777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/4011608025737991777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo-tag-survey.html' title='Photo Tag Survey'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWu53nfJSPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zF1kQl2XtxY/s72-c/pro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-5250175184203835110</id><published>2009-01-06T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:20:33.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures from our New Years celbration. We went to eat with some friends at Samurai and then went over to Chris's house to play Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222643392441762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWOKediVbaI/AAAAAAAAABU/aZtkIjSPvls/s320/2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My husband is quite the lead vocalist, and I did ok at my first attempt at drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288222951356731858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWOKwYyvkdI/AAAAAAAAABc/eQi0dJ4lGxI/s320/2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was fun and I really enjoyed getting to spend some time with Heather!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288223379295818674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWOLJS_X07I/AAAAAAAAABk/4Yyzj6gowEs/s320/2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One last picture of that evening...can you see Beckett? (Oh, in case you didn't know, that's for real the baby's name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288223741424372786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWOLeYBjDDI/AAAAAAAAABs/AoS_gJhTUjg/s320/2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The year got started on a great not with Greg and Heather Mouton having their little (well actually big) baby boy Asher Joel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWOL1GCa8MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zwqpE944y1A/s1600-h/2009+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288224131733188802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWOL1GCa8MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/zwqpE944y1A/s320/2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is so cute! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 lbs 10 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can just talk Jessica into having baby Avery we will all be set! She is due on January 16, so it could be any day now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-5250175184203835110?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/5250175184203835110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=5250175184203835110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/5250175184203835110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/5250175184203835110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SWOKediVbaI/AAAAAAAAABU/aZtkIjSPvls/s72-c/2009+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-436199665654154401</id><published>2008-12-09T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:50:10.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out world...there's going to be another Joe Scott out there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, I know it's a week late, but I had some issues with my ultrasound disk and have yet to get a new one.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; that means you don't get to see a blurry picture of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SON's&lt;/span&gt; ding-dong.  Yes, I said son...we're having a boy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have never seen Joe quite so pumped...no seriously...he did the fist clinch and everything.  The doctor said that everything looked perfect and we should expect no complications.  He was in the breech position, which is nothing to worry about yet.  Dr. H says he should turn before delivery.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today marks my halfway point!!  I am 140 days pregnant (20 weeks) and have 140 days left.  I am so excited.  I've really started to show the last few weeks.  I think people can really tell that I'm pregnant now and not just fat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The next big task is naming Baby Boy Wayne Scott...it's very hard.  Joe really likes Camden and I really like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt;, Finley, or Sawyer.  It's such a big decision...poor kid gets no choice and is stuck with the name forever.  What do you guys think?  I promise if you side with Joe I won't be mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-436199665654154401?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/436199665654154401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=436199665654154401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/436199665654154401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/436199665654154401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-out-worldtheres-going-to-be.html' title='Look out world...there&apos;s going to be another Joe Scott out there...'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-4666461200359517407</id><published>2008-11-26T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:00:12.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A time to be thankful...</title><content type='html'>A lot of times I let holidays come and go without ever thinking about their significance. This year, I want to make a list of things that I am thankful for. Sometimes it's easy to dwell on the negative, so today I intend to do the opposite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;*my husband...i really should tell him more often, but he makes me a stronger person&lt;br /&gt;*my parents...always there, but never overbearing&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;joe's&lt;/span&gt; parents...the are very involved in our lives&lt;br /&gt;*summer's family...they keep me feeling good about the future of families&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt;...he's a great brother!&lt;br /&gt;*my friends...i couldn't ask for any better&lt;br /&gt;*God...for obvious reasons, but mostly because he blesses and provides&lt;br /&gt;*being pregnant...while it wasn't really the plan, it is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;*having a job, owning a car, and owning a house&lt;br /&gt;*cheaper gas!! that commute can be a booger on the bank account&lt;br /&gt;*my husband's job...i really love his job, the kids he coaches, and the supportive parents&lt;br /&gt;*summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;littlefield&lt;/span&gt;...my work buddy...she keeps me from jumping out my window&lt;br /&gt;*maternity jeans...i may never stop wearing them!!&lt;br /&gt;*tracy vp...she gets me through on yahoo during my long days at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go ON and ON, but there are just a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!! Make sure the people around you know that you are thankful for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-4666461200359517407?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/4666461200359517407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=4666461200359517407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/4666461200359517407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/4666461200359517407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-be-thankful.html' title='A time to be thankful...'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-2666607408832431875</id><published>2008-11-04T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:26:03.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting, Baby, &amp; Such</title><content type='html'>Today was a big day for me.  Woke up early to go vote McCain/Palin only to realize my early morning was a waste.  My dad told me the polls opened at 7:00...not so much.  I sat around until 7:30 and did my civic duty.  I truly hope the outcome is better than expected.  I do know 4 people in their late 20's who are voting for the first time today, and contrary to mainstream medias predictions, these first timers aren't voting Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in today for our 15 week check up at AR Women's Center.  Dr. Hutchinson answered a few questions I have about delivery and the big 19 weeks ultrasound and then but this little doppler on my belly to listen to the heartbeat.  It was pretty much incredible.  My baby has a heart!  And it beats! At 150 bpm!  Wive's tale says that means its a girl, but for today I really think its a boy.  Ask me again next week and I may change my mind.  The whole name deciding thing has come to a halt until we know for sure what we are having (December 1 @ 9:00 AM).  Joe's newest boy name is Rylan.  I haven't even thought about girl names again...too frustrating.  The only downside to today's visit was I lost another 4 pounds.  That makes 8 total since this all started.  I've been trying so hard to intake more calories, so I don't know what the problem is.  Hopefully next time will be a different story.  My belly has started to bulge a little and my pants will for sure not button anymore.  My friend Summer introduced me to the tummy sleeve from Motherhood which is the best investment so far in these 15 weeks.  It lets me leave my pants  unbuttoned and you can't even tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a quick trip to Shreveport this past weekend with the Hills and Bev.  Summer managed to win $750 at the craps table and Joe and I did the same combined.  It was a pretty great start to the Christmas season.  We got a lot of Christmas shopping done at the Louisiana Boardwalk and ate some good food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-2666607408832431875?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/2666607408832431875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=2666607408832431875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/2666607408832431875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/2666607408832431875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/11/voting-baby-such.html' title='Voting, Baby, &amp; Such'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-853576178369111311</id><published>2008-10-16T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:28:13.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...inspired by Charity</title><content type='html'>What I've Been Up To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Officiating volleyball games...only 3 left praise Jesus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Losing weight on accident.  Not sure why I don't have that problem when I'm not pregnant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attempting to eat a little more healthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying out new recipes in our newlyweds cookbook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to keep our house clean enough to show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing with my awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What I'm Looking Forward To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selling our house!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying a new house!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the holidays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Yancey's Monster Bash...still have to get a costume though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My belly getting bigger so I don't look pudgy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding out the sex of my baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basketball season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm Excited About:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going Christmas shopping in Shreveport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica and Heather having Avery and Asher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold weather!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending my first Christmas as a married woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joe being a dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Try Not To Think About:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That there is a possibility something will be wrong with my baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I'm going to work after I have my baby.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The thought of our country ran by a radical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying new bras b/c these things are huge...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-853576178369111311?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/853576178369111311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=853576178369111311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/853576178369111311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/853576178369111311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/10/latelyinspired-by-charity.html' title='Lately...inspired by Charity'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-5477914862315031546</id><published>2008-09-24T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:07:23.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 weeks and 1 day...but who's counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SNpGEODqYJI/AAAAAAAAABM/0c4Li2AnQtY/s1600-h/7+Weeks+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249585353960611986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SNpGEODqYJI/AAAAAAAAABM/0c4Li2AnQtY/s320/7+Weeks+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of today, my baby is 9 weeks and 1 day old.  This 'picture' was taken 2 weeks ago.  Every single time I look at it I am amazed!!  God is allowing my body to perform a miracle (at least that's what I call it when I want Joe to do something for me...).  We got to see the tiny heart beating at 145 bpm, which was just awesome.  I can't wait to actually hear it at our next visit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, I don't have too much to complain about when it comes to pregnancy.  Other than be ridiculously tired and going to bed at 8:30 every night, I really haven't had too many side effects.  I've only had morning sickness 3 different days, but I have a feeling that the heartburn is about to start.  I woke up the other night in the middle of the night and thought I was having a mini heart attack.  I had to sit up in a chair in the livingroom and try to sleep...not fun!!  However, I am thankful for every single part of this.  I know at least one woman who will never get to experience the joy of childbirth, so I plan to take it all in and be glad that it is happening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my growing waist size, I can't really tell a difference yet.  Last night I had on a cami and pajama pants and Joe swore that I was developing a bump.  I'm pretty sure its not a baby bump and more of an ice cream bump.  Regardless, I kind of wish something would hurry up and form down there.  In the next few weeks I'm going to hate going out in public because I know people will look at me and think "is the fat or is she pregnant?"  I'm thinking about making a shirt to wear for those weeks of uncertainty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go back to the doctor October 8th for a normal checkup and to possibly get to hear the heartbeat for the first time!  We are loving this journey and can't wait to meet the little guy...or girl.  Oh, and we have made an agreement that Joe gets to name the baby if its a boy and I get to name a girl.  We had a 'baby name draft' and narrowed it down to possible choices.  Joe has named the boy Camden, no questions asked.  I am having more trouble nailing down a girl's name.  (One more piece of advise-if a mother to be asks you what you think of their name choices and you hate them all, don't tell her that.  It's just rude!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post more when I have more to share!  Happy Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-5477914862315031546?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/5477914862315031546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=5477914862315031546' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/5477914862315031546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/5477914862315031546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-weeks-and-1-daybut-whos-counting.html' title='9 weeks and 1 day...but who&apos;s counting.'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wlsObnsk7kY/SNpGEODqYJI/AAAAAAAAABM/0c4Li2AnQtY/s72-c/7+Weeks+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-1938028873373135635</id><published>2008-08-26T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:41:40.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful what you blog about...</title><content type='html'>So apparently when you blog about everyone else being pregnant, it happens to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I found out about a week and a half ago that we are pregnant.  We are probably about 7 weeks along, but don't go to the doctor until the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of September.  To say I'm nervous is an understatement.  You watch all of these people you know go through pregnancy and you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; great, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt; how cute, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt; what an ugly/cute name/baby, but when it happens to you it really is totally different.  I have these moments of anxiety where I think what if the baby has something wrong with it, a heart defect, a growth defect, what if its a dwarf, and all other kinds of crazy thinking.  If any of you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; freaks like me and watch Tori &amp;amp; Dean, Tori always thought up crazy things that could be wrong with her baby...I now know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Baby Views with Jessica to find out the sex of her baby (girl), it was so nice to hear that the baby looked healthy.  They measured her for chromosome defects that lead to Downs and other diseases and she looked great.  I can't wait for that day to get here.  I will have to wait another 10 weeks to find out if the doctor thinks my baby is healthy, and another 33 weeks to find out for sure....this is just wild! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, we are so ecstatic!!  We weren't trying for this, but we are definitely blessed by it!  Say a little prayer for me that I don't have a nervous break down before April 21st though!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been looking at names already and have eliminated quite a few from my list.  Give me your opinion on the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys-middle name is Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls-middle name is Gray&lt;br /&gt;Ellison&lt;br /&gt;Landry&lt;br /&gt;Ramsey&lt;br /&gt;Jamison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-1938028873373135635?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/1938028873373135635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=1938028873373135635' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/1938028873373135635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/1938028873373135635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/08/careful-what-you-blog-about.html' title='Careful what you blog about...'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-8675806344650911780</id><published>2008-08-20T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:13:38.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Football/Volleyball Season!</title><content type='html'>One of the many things that I adore about my husband is that he is a coach!  I have always loved playing sports and watching sports, so thanks to Joe, I get to do it all the time now.  His first football game is Friday night and I am really pumped about it.  There is something about sports that brings a community together....(I'll have to admit that some parts of the community I would rather not see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This volleyball season brings a first for me-I will be officiating junior and senior high volleyball games at Sheridan, Bryant, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Malvern&lt;/span&gt; this year with my mother-in-law to make some good extra $$.  The rules of the game have changed quite a bit since I played 9 years ago, but I think I can handle it.  I really am looking forward to it-we start next Monday night at Sheridan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sports just make me feel young again.  They remind me of how I felt when I played and how carefree and simple I lived my life.  To be honest, my life really isn't that different.  Still with the same guy, still live life with a carefree nature, still act like I'm 16...that can be a good thing or bad thing....I'm just glad that the season is here and that we are going to be constantly on the go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-8675806344650911780?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/8675806344650911780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=8675806344650911780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/8675806344650911780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/8675806344650911780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-footballvolleyball-season.html' title='It&apos;s Football/Volleyball Season!'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-3542427512244558851</id><published>2008-08-06T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:15:06.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh baby....</title><content type='html'>it seems like every woman i know is either pregnant, or has a great friend that is pregnant.  i am constantly listening to baby names, how much you are supposed to weigh at each visit, when you find out the sex, how sex is when you're pregnant, what your hoo-haw looks like post pregnancy, etc.  i absolutely love it!  i really do!  i am completely jealous that people are preg and going through all of this and i have NO idea what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong-i'm not in baby mode, ( my husband has a very precise plan of attack for the baby sitution...i'll save that for another blog...) but doesn't it totally suck when you are clueless on something that it seems like everyone else knows.  the mouton's were at our house this week and heather was rubbing on her belly, talking about names (kelsey or asher...totally cute), and a whole host of things.  i'm sure that i was annoying her because i think i asked 7452 questions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good new is, i am getting to experience something friday that i have never done before.  i am going with jessica jo to her babyviews appointment to find out what she is having for sure!!  isn't that the coolest thing ever!  i will be in the room when one of my best friends finds out if she is having an avery or a...well...logan/duncan/gable/boy name of the week.  i can't wait!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****and don't worry, i already have a list ten miles long of possible baby names...see last post...feel free to ask for them***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-3542427512244558851?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/3542427512244558851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=3542427512244558851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/3542427512244558851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/3542427512244558851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-baby.html' title='oh baby....'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-4886725913198375525</id><published>2008-07-24T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:15:33.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Another List...</title><content type='html'>1) I collected teddy bears when I was little. Each one had a name and a special place in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I constantly make lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Most of the time I forget my lists when I need them the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Joe and I eat off of a 'menu' at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When I was 16, I convinced myself that having a silver Firebird was the coolest thing I would ever own in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have a list of baby names that I love. I constantly add to it. Joe hates most of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq96AhIe-rY/SH4UjRFnzGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EyrlOqWfgSw/s1600-h/sweethome.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7) I listen to Pandora or iTunes at work and am always in the mood for new music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I am a high school volleyball official...feel free to get a giggle out of that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I am in charge of the family finances...scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) My favorite word is situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sq96AhIe-rY/SH4VP7mYhhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xe_s6qNk_eo/s1600-h/markers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11) I hate cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sq96AhIe-rY/SH4b-AJkhkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Rmq0Dr7jhdc/s1600-h/dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12) I am the greatest pickle ball player since Coach Hawkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I can tell you every word to pretty much every movie that Julia Roberts has ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I love to re-vamp old furniture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Reality TV is my downfall. I love Big Brother, American Idol, The Mole, Project Runway, So You Think You Can Dance, and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I love to make people laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) One of the funniest things I have ever seen is when Charity's teeth fell out...once a week...for a few months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I hate my handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) One of my classes in college actually taught us better handwriting. Well, they acutally call it lettering, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I secretly wish I could sing. When I was younger...like silver Firebird younger...I would practice the Star Spangled Banner in my car to see if I was any good...I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I love the lake and the ocean, but despise swimsuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) There is a good chance that I can out-fish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) This was my sports # back in the day...I love sports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I am addicted to color!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) I talk to my brother at least every other day...kind of crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) I have 2 plants in my house that have lived almost a year. That's a major record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) I take pictures like its going out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Wii has to be top 5 inventions of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) My Wii Fitness age is 30...I'm working on bringing it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) I loved Babysitter's Club when I was a kid. I wanted my name to be Stacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) I love my middle name. Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Yes, its still my middle name. I dropped Gartman...strangest thing EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) I have no idea what my natural hair color is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) I should have been a private detective because I love to spy/snoop...I'm not a stalker though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) I am obsessed with perezhilton.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) The one place that I must go to soon is Vegas!! Must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) I need to get my sarcasm in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) I love to laugh at my husband! He is so funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) We have two dogs that crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) My neices and nephews make me want to have kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) I worked in a restaurant for 2 nights...I spilled tea on a man and never came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) My favorite job was working at the Faulkner County Boys and Girls Club in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Read Nicholas Sparks books...all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) I am afraid of the dark. Not like in the house dark, but outside dark....totally freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) I will be glued to the tv on 8.8.08 for the summer olympics. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) I am a sucker for a good deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Forever 21=bad for the bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) I love to talk to Heather...she just makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) I love mexican food and margaritas on the rocks with extra salt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) I can't ever imagine living without Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) The Purdy's are my favorites and I will miss them tremendously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Text messaging is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) I love a good survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) I have never broken a bone...knock on wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) I love being a coach's wife...makes me feel young and in the 'know.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-4886725913198375525?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/4886725913198375525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=4886725913198375525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/4886725913198375525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/4886725913198375525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-i-collected-teddy-bears-when-i-was.html' title='Making Another List...'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2278605948540262272.post-8278486434988173541</id><published>2008-07-21T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:37:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to you Tracy Purdy...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to attempt this blogging nonsense for my one and only TVP...hopefully she will find it entertaining!!  Love you girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2278605948540262272-8278486434988173541?l=ashjoescott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/feeds/8278486434988173541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2278605948540262272&amp;postID=8278486434988173541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/8278486434988173541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2278605948540262272/posts/default/8278486434988173541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashjoescott.blogspot.com/2008/07/heres-to-you-tracy-purdy.html' title='Here&apos;s to you Tracy Purdy...'/><author><name>Ashley Scott...Oh the Randomness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03154307931458005305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
