Friday Lessons

I came up with the idea to make a post every week that is called ‘Friday Lessons’ so here is the first ever post. The posts will basically focus on somethings I learned or remembered this week. Some lessons may be funny, some may be a bit serious, and others may just be educational. Here we go!

Ten Things I Learned This Week

1. If you are putting all of the work in a friendship and your friend is not then it is time to reevaluate that friendship.
2. Complaining about your problems gets you nowhere. To fix something we must take action. Even the tiniest step can make a difference.
3. Sometimes you may take any job in your dream company in the hopes that it will bring you one step closer to your dream job.
4. Deep tissue massages are not meant for everybody.
5. Stretching will make you feel so much better.
6. Dancing can change a mood in about a second.
7. If you see a pair of jeans at the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale and you keep thinking about them, then maybe you should buy them so you both can be united as one.
8. Seeing a picture of your newborn niece will instantly make you smile.
9. Laughing in Magnolia Bakery, til midnight, with your best friend will always top going out to a brand new nightclub.ย 
10. Kicking a soccer ball to a teammate who then scores will immediately make you feel like a badass.

For dinner, I will be having a shrimp salad with raspberry dressing from Trader Joe’s.


Shrimp,spinach, green grapes, pineapple, and slivered almonds.


End Result

Sorry for the dark photo!

Sorry for the dark photo!

Song Of the Week

“Like I Can” by Sam Smith

I know this song has been on the radio for a long while now but I can’t stop listening to it on youtube. ๐Ÿ™‚


My BFF Monday

Happy Monday

I thought I would start this post off with a quick recap of my weekend. I had a fabulous three days that defined exactly how a weekend should go in the summer. ๐Ÿ™‚ The weekend was combined with BBQ’s, spending time with friends, and being lazy. I took some pictures throughout the three days that you can see below. One of the pictures is a terrible cropped version of me because I am not ready to post photos of family and friends yet. I actually just told one friend about my blog. I was nervous but it is something I enjoy so I might as well share it. As I feel more comfortable with the blog I will spread the word with family and friends. I am still getting a feel for the blog so I am not sure what topics will stay or never again be seen on the blog.

Enjoy your Monday! Please remember we can choose to not hate Mondays! BTW, the season finale of The Bachelorette is on tonight so no one should be complaining about today being a Monday. ๐Ÿ˜‰


My breakfast. Yes, my mom made it

My breakfast. Yes, my mom made it.

My college best friend, Harper is moving to the city (I am so excited!!!) so she went apartment hunting this past weekend and I was fortunate enough to see her. We met up at the Natural History Museum, then walked a few blocks to grab a bite to eat, and finished our night off eating dessert at Magnolia Bakery.



We took a selfie, which is why I look way too close to the camera.

We took a selfie, which is why I look way too close to the camera.


I dropped my friend at her hotel, then grabbed a ride home with another friend.


My childhood best friend, Melissa and I went to the beach. We sat for about two and a half hours talking about anything you could think of.

DSCF0704On my way home, I stopped at Trader Joe’s to pick up some groceries.

raw almond butter

While I was shopping my sister texted me to invite me to her friend’s BBQ. I was pretty nervous to go and even thought about not going. My sister is four years older than me. We never had the same friends when we were kids but now that we are both older it is easier for us to hang out. The thing is I get terribly anxious in social situations. If I know everyone in the social setting, then I am usually fine. My sister’s friend’s BBQ had only three people who I knew. One person was my sister and the others were two of her friends. ย Pretty nerve-wracking! But for some strange reason I felt like I would regret not going to the BBQ. My mom even encouraged me to go. And the thing is I am trying to be fearless and a bit more brave so I went. ๐Ÿ™‚ I had a lovely time and it sort of felt like my childhood dream was coming true because as a kid I always wanted hangout with her friends. Luckily, my sister didn’t leave my side and everyone was friendly.


Sunday was spent the best way Sundays should be spent. Sunday was a lazy day. I made an omelette for the first time!

sunday breakfastThe omelette was left on the pan a little to long so it was bit crispy, which was a bit of bummer. At least this came out as an omelette! Every time I have tried to make an omelette it has turned into scrambled eggs. I also enjoyed a chicken sausage on the side. I picked up sushi for my sister who had a bit of a hangoverย as well as Starbucks for me. I ran into an old classmate’s mom who asked the dreaded question what I was doing with my life. Please tell me that I am not the only person who hates this question! She meant to be kind but gosh, I would still be nervous answering this question if I was a famous movie star. I watched a movie when I got home and, then took my dogs for a walk in the park, where this little guy walked out of the woods.

beeverI was quite surprised to see a beaver in my hometown considering it is an urban area. Isn’t he or she so cute? I ended my night making this awesome pizza before meeting my mom for a little dinner chat with my 2

Oh wait! I actually finished my night face timing my other sister and her new baby girl!

Other amazing Monday news!

My Lily Pulitzer agenda starts this week! ๐Ÿ™‚

Being Brave

Everyone has a different way of describing the term brave. According to me, brave is when you do something out of your comfort zone. Someone is definitely reading this post and thinking the past two sentences are so dumb. And maybe that person is right or wrong that is all up to each person’s interpretation of this post. Anyway being brave is basically how I have been trying to live my life this past year and how I plan to live it in the future.

Being brave is not easy. It takes a lot of work to step out of your comfort zone. So I thought I would start this post with a funny story.

I mentioned multiple times on this blog that I joined a soccer league. I was too afraid to do it alone so I asked my friend to join. I hope one day that I won’t always feel this need to have people with me when I join certain things. Anyway on the day of our first scrimmage I was really nervous. I started to feel anxious and worried as time ticked closer to scrimmage time. I had never met my teammates. My friend was starting to get even more nervous than me and worst of all we had no idea what field we were playing on. The park where the game was had multiple fields on it. I was starting to get that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. When I start to get nervous or anxious I become very shy and lose the ability to talk. Unfortunately, my friend, who is usually outgoing, was experiencing the same symptoms as me. I started to think ‘come on Ashley you can do this.’ I grew enough courage to walk up to a few people and ask them if they were there for soccer until one nice guy said he was. My friend and I felt a little less nervous once we knew where our team would be playing. However, our ability to do a lot of speaking was lost on us. We were the only girls playing on the team that day! Horrifying!

So what we learned from that scrimmage was that most of the guys took the game very seriously. One of the guys has such a terrible way of making remarks about the team’s playing that I try not to listen to him. He basically lets the team know how he feels about EVERYTHING. My friend and I joined the team because we like playing soccer for fun and wanted to meet new people while doing something active. Apparently, what we expected the team to be like was completely wrong.

Last Thursday, was our first game and I did an excellent job of making myself look like a fool. I was playing midfield and doing an okay job. To be honest, the guys never pass to my friend and me. The only time I would get the ball was when I stole it from someone on the opposite team or the ball accidentally landed near me. During the game on Thursday I was standing in the middle of the field while a guy from my team was kicking the ball on my right. A guy on the other team stole the ball from my teammate and kicked the ball. The kick made the ball fly high up in the air toward me. I wasn’t sure if I should hit it with my head or kick it because due to my height I was a bit limited at reaching the ball. I wasn’t even sure if the soccer ball would land in front of me or behind me. My teammate and the guy who kicked the ball came running toward me and both jumped up to reach the ball. In a split second, I realized that I was going to get hit by one of the guys so I turned my body and the guy from the other team banged into me. In other words, I got hit in the back by a guy who was at the same time getting hit by another guy. The guy on the other team fell as I did. My whole body fell on the turf so my hands were covered in gravel. However, the guys kept playing right next to my body so I was terrified that I was either going to get kicked or hit and all I could see was the ball’s shadow. I was about to get up when the ball hit me in the head, then the referee finally stopped the game after shouting,”Guys, Guys!’ because I do not think that some of the guys realized I was lying on the floor. I jumped up from the turf and was asked if I was okay, then we started the game again. What is weird is that I wasn’t even embarrassed but I did start thinking that I was done with playing soccer for the night. Haha. When the game ended my friend came over to me and the first thing she said was that my mascara was running. The whole game was played in the rain, not a drizzle but like a heavy rain that would be used in a romantic movie when the couple reunites and kisses. My clothes were drenched, my hair was soaked, and my mascara made my face look like I was just broken up with. By the way, another girl joined our team that night. She scored two goals and one of my teammates went up to her to say she played well that night while I had a referee ask if I was okay. ๐Ÿ™‚

When I got in the car I asked my friend if she saw my fall and she said, ‘It was like watching a car accident. It was so bad that you didn’t want to look but you couldn’t look away.’ We both laughed about it in the car and reminisced about the game. However, when I got home the humiliation started to dawn on me. I kept reminding myself I would never see these people once the season ended. Like my friend Taylor Swift says I reminded myself to just ‘shake it off.’ I started thinking I was the worst soccer player and the guys probably hate that I am on the team which is probably true. I would definitely feel better if that happened on my last game because then I wouldn’t have to see my teammates again. Some things that helped me get over the humiliation that night was remembering that no one on the team is good enough to play as a professional and that my fall is just part of living. I didn’t make a scene and cry. I got up and acted like it was no big deal. I was nervous to join a soccer team and I was acting brave by doing so. Showing up to my next game is brave. There are so many things people do everyday that seem simple but are brave actions. I will post more about my interpretation of the word brave. I am sorry about how long this post is but I felt this story was a good way of introducing my posts on bravery. I actually prefer reading blog posts that show pictures. Haha. Hopefully, my next posts will have pictures. ๐Ÿ™‚

Here is a post of my ice cream that I ate on July 4th.

the best kind of icecream is vanilla and rainbow sprinkles :)

the best kind of ice cream is vanilla and rainbow sprinkles ๐Ÿ™‚