st. patricks day

Here comes the cold

Break out the winter clothes
And find a love to call your own

You - enter you

Your cheeks a shade of pink

And the rest of you in powder blue

Who knows what will be

But I'll make you this guarantee

No way November will see our goodbye

When it comes to December it's obvious why

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time

In the dark, on the phone

You tell me the names of your brothers

And your favorite colors

I'm learning you

And when it snows again

We'll take a walk outside

And search the sky

Like children do

I'll say to you

No way November will see our goodbye

When it comes to December it's obvious why

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time

And come January we're frozen inside

Making new resolutions a hundred times

February, won't you be my valentine?

And we'll both be safe 'til St. Patrick's Day

We should take a ride tonight around the town

and look around at all the beautiful houses

something in the way that blue lights on a black night

can make you feel more

everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be

just like you and me

No one wants to be alone at Christmas time

Come January we're frozen inside

Making new resolutions a hundred times
February, won't you be my valentine?

And if our always is all that we gave

And we someday take that away

I'll be alright if it was just 'til St. Patrick's Day

 

 



guest bloggers?

calling all blog friends.

i am looking for some ladies to help me blog (guest post) about the awesome women in your life.

looking for:

- inspirational stories
- photos
- experiences that have made you who you are today

anyone interested in helping me out?

could be a

-mom
-sister
-neighbor
-boss
-co-workers
-a total stranger
-best friend
-aunt
-grandma
-cousins

whoever it may be, lets celebrate these awesome women who touch our lives for the better!

send me your stories or blog post to: ashley(dot)warner88(at)gmail(dot)com (ashley.warner88@gmail.com)

Christmas Tonight

i am lovin' this song right about now!

kind of a modern take on "baby it's cold outside"

(oh and hillary scott from my FAVE --- Lady Antebellum)

listen to this tune ya'll...you'll LOVE it!

cake wrecks

i've found a new favorite blog: cake wrecks

check it out!

there are seriously some hilarious cakes out there people!
what are these pastry chefs (can we even call them that?) thinking?!

eeeekkkkk!

Tuesday Tunes

tuesday tunes.
i think i am going to name off my favorite CLASSIC ROCK songs...
they're classic because I said so....

1.  Dust In the Wind - Kansas
2. Subdivisions - Rush


3. Hysteria - Def Leppard
4. Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin
5. Alone - Heart


6. Is This Love - Whitesnake
7. Abracadabra - Steve Miller Band
8. Pour Some Sugar on Me - Def Leppard *my fave*


9. Still Loving You - Scorpions
10. Money - Pink Floyd
11. Urgent - Foreigner
12. All My Love - Led Zeppelin


13.What About Love - Heart
14. The Joker - Steve Miller Band



15. Come Undone - Duran Duran
16. Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd
17. Over the Hills and Far Away - Led Zeppelin
18. Wind of Change - Scorpions

19. Send Her My Love - Journey


20. Every Rose  Has Its Thorn - Poison
21. Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones
22. Waiting For a Girl Like You - Foreigner
23. Paranoid - Black Sabbath
24. Hello, I Love You - The Doors


25. Dream On - Aerosmith
26. November Rain - Guns N' Roses
27. La Grange - ZZ Top


28. Lyin' Eyes - The Eagles
29. Lay Lady Lay - Bob Dylan
30. Start Me Up - The Rolling Stones

{the Williams family}

here are some photos i snapped of this gorgeous family on sunday afternoon.

orange you glad it's Monday?

must be an orange day.

organic carrots.

2 'cutie' oranges

orange camelback (24oz)

ready to rock this day!

inspired

yesterday was a day for inspiration.
truly it was.

i had a glorious time yesterday. and although i've been sick for 5 weeks now, i have felt so down and depressed.
i blame it on the lack of exercise, being stuck indoors, and not being able to do the things i love to do.
i also blame myself for being lazy in some personal areas in my life.
i neglected my spirituality.

for those who know me, my religion is one of the most important things to me.  as is my relationship with God.  i was gently reminded yesterday that i need to be a better ashley.
i need to pray more.
study the scriptures more.
serve more.

now, having a spiritual 'to-do' list isn't such a bad thing...i am actually thankful for the wakeup call.

and i know i am rambling on and this probably doesn't make sense, but it does to me.  that's all that matters.
its nice to get my feelings out.

i have formed a new friendship with someone who makes me want to be a better person.
because he is such an incredible person i feel like i have to catch up to his brilliance.
i know i really don't have to catch up, but i just want to be a better person.

thus leading me to my great Monday I've had thus far.

got an email from my awesome brother who is on an LDS mission.
he is doing great. loving life.  he makes me happy!

i actually got up and walked on the treadmill (don't mind it wasn't very fast since i cough while i am walking still)  but it felt great.

i got ready for work today and curled my hairs! woo hoo go me!

notice anything new --- oh yeah, my DARK hair....eeek!

i also am starting guitar lessons tonight!  I cannot wait.

Alvarez (he is my guitar) and I have been together for almost 2 years, but I've never taken the time seriously to sit down and learn how to play the guitar.

so i figured now's the time to get goin!

and then I have a family Christmas party tonight - but its all about service!

I am so thankful for the glorious day today and for the chance i have to be alive.

i hope everyone else is having a splendid MONDAY!

"live each day like it was on purpose"

don't judge a book by its cover

Disclaimer: I know this is a lengthy story, but I promise it will touch your heart for the better :)



"A woman by the name of Mary Bartels had a home directly across the street from the entrance to a hospital clinic. Her family lived on the main floor and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the clinic.
One evening a truly awful-looking old man came to the door asking if there was room for him to stay the night. He was stooped and shriveled, and his face was lopsided from swelling—red and raw. He said he’d been hunting for a room since noon but with no success. “I guess it’s my face,” he said. “I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says it could possibly improve after more treatments.” He indicated he’d be happy to sleep in the rocking chair on the porch. As she talked with him, Mary realized this little old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. Although her rooms were filled, she told him to wait in the chair and she’d find him a place to sleep.
At bedtime Mary’s husband set up a camp cot for the man. When she checked in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded and he was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, he asked if he could return the next time he had a treatment. “I won’t put you out a bit,” he promised. “I can sleep fine in a chair.” Mary assured him he was welcome to come again.
In the several years he went for treatments and stayed in Mary’s home, the old man, who was a fisherman by trade, always had gifts of seafood or vegetables from his garden. Other times he sent packages in the mail.

When Mary received these thoughtful gifts, she often thought of a comment her next-door neighbor made after the disfigured, stooped old man had left Mary’s home that first morning. “Did you keep that awful-looking man last night? I turned him away. You can lose customers by putting up such people.”

Mary knew that maybe they had lost customers once or twice, but she thought, “Oh, if only they could have known him, perhaps their illnesses would have been easier to bear.”
After the man passed away, Mary was visiting with a friend who had a greenhouse. As she looked at her friend’s flowers, she noticed a beautiful golden chrysanthemum but was puzzled that it was growing in a dented, old, rusty bucket. Her friend explained, “I ran short of pots, and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn’t mind starting in this old pail. It’s just for a little while, until I can put it out in the garden.”
Mary smiled as she imagined just such a scene in heaven. “Here’s an especially beautiful one,” God might have said when He came to the soul of the little old man. “He won’t mind starting in this small, misshapen body.” But that was long ago, and in God’s garden how tall this lovely soul must stand!"

excerpt from a recent address given by Thomas S. Monson, "Charity Never Faileth" September 2010



 

 

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I just loved this story and thought I'd share it with you.  Life is too short to judge others, although I am far from perfect and attaining the quality of not judging, this story hit me in the face like a ton of bricks.  Everyone in this world is unique and special for a purpose.  We all have a purpose on this earth...I hope you can remember what yours is, and if you haven't figured yours out yet, keep working on it.  You'll get there.  You're an amazing person, truly a child of God.

 

 

Have a beautiful Friday my dears.

my camera phone doesn't do this precious little commodity justice.

new purse.  mustard yellow + silver roses.

odd? i think YES!  

but i loveeeeee it so.

makes me feel a little bit better about being so sick.  

who has a favorite purse?  or a recently purchased purse? 

 i am a sucker for a good deal and believe me friends, this purse was a killer.  

{i'm lovin' it}