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.
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 far too much time trying to keep my brain from spiraling into worst case scenarios. I work diligently 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. I love a boy, I have loved the same boy for years now, I moved STATES 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 have friends: close and far. Maybe they will make a cameo too.
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 good person. Sometimes, I think I am misunderstood, and other times, I am understood a little too well. Standing up for myself isn’t my strong-suit, but come after someone I love and see what happens. My face will tell you anything that I manage to filter my mouth from saying. 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 original or sage life advice. I am not a parent, so parenting-advice shall not be offered. I am not influential; and working out/nutrition is not my passion. 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. There is the possibility that I share a recipe here and there. Mostly, I can really only guarantee that there will be lots of dog pictures.. LOTS.
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. 💃🏼
What People Say
So be careful with your heart and what you love
Make sure that it was sent from above
It’s what you do and not what you say
If you’re not part of the future then get out of the wayJohn Cougar Mellancamp
Though she be but little, she is fierce.William Shakespeare