Real sentences.

I have been trying to figure out how to best sum up the last few weeks, because it’s been pretty wild. I went to Scottsdale for my bachelorette with SEVENTEEN girls and finally got my wedding dress! 🤗 We are getting there guys, and what better way to describe the last few weeks, than to give you direct quotes from the last few weeks. 😂

“Why are there so many shades of white?” – regarding wedding veils.

“I could just try it on in the bathroom.. or in the corner” – regarding my wedding dress 🙈. Turns out you have to have an appointment to pick that puppy up. Bridal fail.

“Lucy (the dog), just threw up in bed. Don’t worry.. I caught it” (IN MY HAND). *immediately moves in for a high-five for saving the sheets*

“What do you mean, when you say we have to write our ceremony?” – me to Matt, upon finding out that there’s not a pre-written wedding ceremony.

“ANOTHER ONE”

“another one”

“Please no more” ⬆️ a live feed of my response to strangers buying me shots at my bachelorette. It started fun… but took a turn quickly.

“No, I actually always sleep on the floor” – me trying to play off sleeping on the floor instead of bed..

“No.. I want cow print on my nails. It’s my final hoe down throwdown” – me to my poor, innocent, nail tech.

“Yes, perfect, just need to run that by your sister..” – to my client that did not know he had a sister.

“Ew it tastes like cookie dough in a bad way.” – my response to the cookie dough whiskey I have been dying to try. 🤣

“Please don’t destroy anything I love.. especially bed” – me to Zeppelyn, before leaving for the bachelorette.

“I think I sunburnt my nostrils” – my response to desert living 🤣

“Don’t forget to feed my fish” – me in response to an “I love you” from Matt.

“PUT MY FIANCÉ ON YOUR FACE”

“YES, MATT WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR TRAMP STAMP”

“YES. THIS IS MY FIANCÉ ON MY FACE.. AND HER THIGH” ⬆️- all regarding temporary tattoos of Matt’s face we got for the bachelorette.

“Can this be my carry on?” – regarding a life-size 3-D poster of my dogs. Happy note: it made it home safely.. and it wasn’t even my carryon.

“Oh look, there’s a family of squirrels out back.”

“Oh no, Lucy just spotted them”.

“Oh god, there went grandma”.

… 5 minutes later.. “oh no, they are back looking for grandma squirrel”. ⬆️ all regarding a squirrel murder I narrated to Matt this morning.

“They just don’t make grocery bags like they used too”. – me, after spilling groceries for the 90th time.

“The police pony wants my love” – my response to seeing mounted police. Update: they didn’t want my love.

“Guys! Watch me work out!” – me as a fell on the ground trying to demonstrate a single donkey kick.

“What is this massive bruise on your butt from?” – Matt to me.. post-donkey kick situation. 🙄. I think he was hoping for a spicier story than that.

“Gosh, I hate to waste all these gift bags” – me, channeling my inner-mother, trying to reuse the shit out of gift bags.

“Anyone else think horse poop smells relaxing?” – it’s true. I don’t know what it means to “smell relaxing”, but it certainly is a comforting smell. Where are my horse people at? Back me up. 😬

“Watch how low I can go… oh god, I’m stuck” – me dancing. 🙈

“You should come on our family honeymoon” – me to any stranger while under the influence.

& yes, we are going on a family trip for our honeymoon. Get at us. 😂

“I think I want to do a first reveal with my dog” – me to the wedding coordinator 🤷🏻‍♀️

“We don’t need a rehearsal dinner.. everyone has been walking since they were like one. It’ll be fine” – me upon deciding that we will not be rehearsing our nuptials 🥴

“Oh no, there’s a poop on the floor” – just… Zeppelyn.

“I scheduled a car appointment today, but I took my car to the wrong place” – explaining to my father why my truck is still in a disheveled state. 🤣

“I LOVE DESERT PONIES!” – blurted out upon actually riding a desert pony.

Ya’ll, it’s been wild! What have you been up too?

There are sunny daze ahead, I promise. It’s almost SPRING. 🌞

Published by SunnyDazeAhead

Well... it's happening, due to high demand, and my monstrous ego, I've decided to blog. Simply put, I can't imagine who wouldN'T want to read my crazy antics and get to know the inner-workings of my semi-stable brain. Maybe, you'll laugh (hopefully, WITH me). Maybe you'll cry or maybe you'll get bored. It's really up to you what you take from this, all I can promise is brutal honesty, a heavy dose of sarcasm, some cuss words (I am who I am, sorry dad), and a little insanity. My mom has also recommended I share some of my recipes.. so maybe that too. The face behind the blog is... hard to put into words and words are "kinda" my thing. I am loud, I am outspoken, I am silly, I am sarcastic. I am wildly defensive of my loved ones. I have an anxious mind and I spend a LOT of time trying to keep my brain from spiraling into worst case scenarios. I work hard to keep my mind a happy, optimistic place, which I have come to realize is not my mind's natural habitat. I spend almost all my time with my three dogs: Lucy, Brantley, and Zeppelyn, who I am convinced are the greatest beings on the planet. I probably love my parents TOO much, but I am blessed to share a very close friendship with both and it is REALLY important to me that I never take that for granted. I love a boy, I have loved the same boy for years now, and I moved for him and honestly; home is where he is. Fine, his name is Matt and he is most definitely TAKEN, so back off ladies. I am a KC Native; a Jayhawk by choice, and an Omaha- Transplant. I spent my entire life telling everyone I was going to be a doctor, only to turn out to be an attorney in the scheme of things (I am proud of that, it is just not where I saw my life going). I am often convinced that I should have been born in a small town (John Cougar Mellencamp- Style) and any part of my heart not occupied by the dogs and Matt, is occupied by the late, but no less great Star, my horse/partner/best friend of 15 years. That's right, I am a former "Horse Hottie" and it is one of my favorite things about myself. Otherwise, I try to be a kind, generous, and a good person. Sometimes, I think I am misunderstood, and other times, I am understood a little too well. My face will tell you anything that I SOMEHOW manage to filter my mouth from saying. Oh, and I think I need all baby animals: zoo animals, farm animals, ALL the animals. That should pretty much wrap it up -- I'm Ashley; Enneagram: Whatever. In truth, I don't know what my mission is here. I don't foresee myself saving lives, talking people off the ledge, or providing sage, creative or original life advice. I am not a parent, so parenting-advice shall not be offered. I avoid controversial topics like the plague, I don't have the urge to lead you to the Lord (but he is pretty cool if you are open to the idea), and I have no idea on how to teach, craft, DIY, counsel, or even really advise. But I can repeat what I have learned, I can tell stories, and (sometimes) I can make people laugh. Writing makes me happy. I hope my writing makes you happy. So buckle up, strap in, glue your helmet to your damn head, empty your bladder and do whatever it is that you have to do to prepare for a ride.. a wild ride. A star-studded, bronc bucking, rodeo type of ride... my very favorite type. 💃🏼 Sunny daze ahead friends, probably. ❤️ View more posts