I'm writing over here today. I wrote a story about those days when I was crazy. When I think about it, its actually amazing I still have friends after that phase I went through. Read it, you'll see. {psst: it would make my day if you left a comment on their site about my article}[...]
The Pioneer Woman's Books{I'm gonna get my read on}{source}When I went to my first blog conference,I was given some fabulous insight.One of the speakers said,If you really want to take your blog to the next level, you will have to make sacrifices--don't kid yourself.I remember thinking, Neh, I can do it all.Ha.I was wrong.Each and ev[...]
A peak into my journal. age 7 Apparently, three things haven't changed since early childhood: 1. my love for Mexican food 2. my love for my Momma 3. my terrible hand writing For those who can't read my childhood chicken scratch, here is the translation: My name is Ashley Lynn Walsh. I am 7 yers old {the 7 is backward[...]
SITS Bloggy Boot Camp San Diego:Part ONEBeach, checkLap Top, checkBiz Cards, checkFabulous Hotty Mc Hotties, CHECK{InCircle Interiors, Life Buy The Beach, me, I Heart Andy Gross, Momma Go Round}It's hard to put into wordsjust how fabulous this day was.And yes, I busted out the red denim for this special day.The meeting hall was amazing,wi[...]
There are many reasons I love rainy days like today.They bring back carefree childhood memoriesof jumping in puddlesconstructing gutter sail boats,and sliding in the mud.But the biggest reason I love the rain,is that on days like todayI don't feel guilt.I don't feel guilt if I decide to stay in my pj's all day.I don't feel guilt for not g[...]
It was a warm California afternoon.We decided to embrace the nearly Spring time weather with a BBQ.We were even going to eat outside.I was a bit excited.Maybe a little too excited,as in perhaps I threw open that fridge door,with a little too much enthusiasm...causing the very densesolid glass A-1 Sauce bottle to come crashing down on my b[...]
Dear 16 Year Old Baby W,I'm Sorry. I couldn't resist.At least you don't eat them.love, mommaP.S. Did I mention that I love you. Because I do--boy do I ever.[...]
