you make my speakers go boom boom

if yer a country gal like me, you'll know that this is the best music video sequence in all of country music history! 

oh, and luke bryan...I LOVE YOU.
so handsome. dreamy.
can i please find me a cowboy? mmmkaythanksbye.

enjoy my dears

what i've learned from dating...

the difference between men and women 

in my experience with dating, i've learned a lot (i think....)

- playing the "game" of "hard to get" does not work with dudes.

if you're interested in a guy, make it known.

sure, they like the fact that you're 'mysterious' and what not - but what normal guy really

wants to date someone who acts like they're busy all the time.  

if the mutual attraction is there, then play your cards on that.

dating is a game, yes, but not one that takes a rocket scientist.

- be honest in dating.

if you're not interested in a guy, be upfront and honest with him.

sure the initial ripping off a band-aid hurts, but eventually the initial sting goes away and you're over it.

- girls dress for other girls (not guys).

sure i stress out over what i look like on a first date - i try to impress the guy, but if a guy is already spending time with you, 

you're pretty much guaranteed that he's interested somewhat. 

don't try to impress a man with the latest fashions, fads, your newest jeggings, or crazy eye-shadow. (he won't get it and will most likely think you're trying too hard)

just be yourself.

less is more.

- realize that men DO NOT read minds. 

I repeat - men CANNOT read your mind.

if you tell a guy it's ok for him to hang out with his buds on a Friday night vs. hanging out with you - then you better dang well expect that

the guy is going to think it's fine for him to go out with his friends.  don't play the card "well i wish you knew what i really wanted'' when 

he calls you the next day and you're being a beezy to him because he went out with his friends.

you pretty much gave him PERMISSION to go with the guys.

stop being a brat about it.  he'll get sick of your crap and find someone else who knows how to communicate.

- communication is key.

if a guy doesn't take you on the most elaborate dates - and it truly honestly bothers you, just TELL him!

if you don't communicate, neither of you will know what to expect from the other person.

talking in a relationship works out MUCH better when you can be open and honest with someone.

again, revert back to the fact that MEN DO NOT READ MINDS.

- do not get too physical too fast.

if you give a man what he wants (let's be honest, all dudes like some sort of physical-ness) too soon, then it just spoils the relationship.

holding hands, kissing, etc. should be the ICING on the relationship cake, not the cake.

if you're relationship with a man is ALL physical - you've got yourself a relationship straight from booty central.

if that's all a guy wants to do when you're together - GET OUT - RUN!  

in my experience, if a guy really likes me, he'll respect me and  get to know me first - before he introduces himself to my lips.

if he doesn't, then i'm sorry - he is NOT for me.

- if you're putting in TOO much effort, chances are the relationship is a doozy.

if you're the one constantly putting forth effort to make the relationship work, chances are the other person isn't feeling it.

if you feel like you're the only one doing any "work" - maybe you should lay off and see what happens.

chances are, the other person will realize what's going on (if you're truly important to them) and they'll step up to the plate.

if they don't - FORGET EM and move on.  seriously.

who really wants to be with someone who doesn't dote on them.  not this girl.

- lastly, do NOT settle.  

just because you're not in an exclusive relationship doesn't mean you're a failure at life.

it just means that your time hasn't come yet.

trust me, there are WORSE THINGS THAN BEING SINGLE.

enjoy your life and learn to love yourself first and foremost.

be happy with yourself, your job, your life, your health.

make the most of yourself.

i firmly believe in being happy by yourself before you can be happy with someone else.

life is tough - but i'll say it again 

     there are worse things than being single.

the weekend

general conference - april 2012

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has its annual General Conference this weekend.

Saturday and Sunday

can i just say how much i LOVE listening and participating in general conference?

such a blessing and wonderful time for me to reflect on my own life.

to make changes for the better.

i know God lives and speaks through his prophets who are on the earth today.

the LDS church is led by the true prophet and is such a blessing in my life.

i love being a member of the church of jesus christ of latter-day saints.

"surely the Lord God will do nothing, 

but he revealeth his secrets unto, 

his servants the Prophets"
Amos 3:7

swap-a-roo

it's that time again y'all.
april is almost here (wowzah) 
this month has FLOWN by!


i am accepting sponsors for the month of april.
if you're interested, please email me: ashley.warner88@gmail.com




happy friday my loves.

fotos para mi

it's been quite the week my dears.

tuesday - elder vaughn j. featherstone from my church (mormon.org) came to speak to my WARD

it was all about the Mormon temples and the work done within.

AMAZING!

afterwards, the gals and i went to dinner together.

i love these girls.  we always have the best times.

wednesday - had a lunch date with my latina kardashian sisters.

ran for 45 minutes (burned lots of calories)

got my nails did.

got asked on a date by a cutie.

life is good.

holla.

my weekend...

Sunday walk.
baby shower.
running. running. running.
making yummy food.
sleeping.

I love weekends.

i will say right now, i have the coolest boss in the world.

probably ever in the history of bosses.

the other day, it was quite the stressful day getting items ready for a client.

my boss quietly went into his office and shut the door.

i went to the warehouse to ship some products off to some customers.

when i came back made me grin from ear to ear.

i felt like i was at a rock concert.

and not just any rock concert.

a DEF LEPPARD rock concert.

my boss was blaring music.

it was so loud that i turned off my music and just jammed out to his for the rest

of the afternoon.

it was bliss.

zeppelin.

jimi.

the doors.

van halen.

metallica.

zz top.

i was in heaven.

now, i'm on a classic rock kick.

no joke.

i pumped out 3 miles at the gym last night listening to metallica.

goodness gracious, i feel like a rock star.

is your boss as cool as mine?

ps. check out my fave metallica song here

my birthday

today is my birthday (march 20th) and I just wanted to share a few sneak peeks of how awesome my day has been!

my best friends took me out over the weekend for pedicures, dinner, shopping, ice cream, and a sleepover! Then my co-workers showed some awesome love today!

Happy Birthday to me!

inspiration monday.

The Room

By Brian Keith Moore 

"In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.

There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with

small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list

titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which

stretched from floor to ceiling and right to left as far as the eye could

see, had very different headings.

As I walked up to the wall of files,the first to catch my attention was one

that read, "People I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the

cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names

written on each one. And then, without being told, I knew exactly where I

was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my

entire life. The actions of my every moment, big and small, were written in

a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, mixed

with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and

exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories, others a sense

of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if

anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed". The

titles ranged from common, everyday things to the not-so-common-"Books I

Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have

Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I Have

Yelled At My Brothers and Sisters." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I

Have Done in Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents".

I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more

cards than I expected. Sometimes less than I had hoped.

The sheer volume of the life I had lived overwhelmed me. Could it be

possible that I had time in my 17 years to write each of these thousands or

millions of cards? But each card confirmed the truth. Each card was written

in my own handwriting. Each card was signed with my signature. When I pulled

out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to

contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or

three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so

much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew

that file represented. When I came to the file marked "Lustful Thoughts" 

I felt a chill run through my body. 

I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card.

I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think such a moment had

 been recorded.

A feeling of humiliation and anger ran through my body. One thought

dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see

this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy, I yanked the file

out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But

as I took the file at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could

not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only

to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly

helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the

wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

That was when I saw it. The file bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel

With". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I

pulled on its handle and a small box not more than 3 inches long fell into

my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the

tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my

stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of

shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves

swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I

must lock it up and hide the key.

Then as I looked up through my tears, I saw Him enter the room. No, please

not Him. Not here. Anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to

open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response.

The few times I looked at His face I saw such sadness that it tore at my

heart. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did he have to

read every one?

Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me

with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped

my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked

over and put his arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He

didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of

the room, He took out a file, and, one by one began to sign His name over

mine on each card. "No!" I shouted, rushing to Him. All I could find to say

was "No, no", as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these

cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name

of Jesus covered mine. It was written in blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the

cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the

next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my

side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood

up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on the door. There were

still cards to be written."