All posts filed under: Oh the Places You’ll Go

As a future world traveler, I like to visit interesting places and go sightseeing. Here is where I will say whether or not I liked where I went, and whether you should go to.

A Photographers Retreat: The US Botanic Gardens

Yesterday my photographer friends and my non photographer friends (a.k.a. the willing photography subjects) decided to go to the Botanic Gardens. Why Not? It was a beautiful day, a bit hot, but clear skies as far as the eye can see. The US Botanic Gardens are located on the right side of the Capitol. Depending on which scenic route you prefer you can access it via the Navy Memorial Metro, the Smithsonian Metro, or the Capitol South Metro Station. I suggest starting outside before you go inside, or even bring a picnic and sit outside in the circle. Just watch out for the bugs. You might be a little bit too late, but the Botanic Gardens is having an Amber Wheats of Grain Exhibit, just outside of the front doors. Or Maybe you can just hang around the gazebo, or the beautiful bridges scattered throughout the gardens. The Rose Garden smells like an expensive perfume store, except my nose didn’t feel like it was about to explode when I left. But enough of the actual …

Steamboat Willy’s Guide to Fourth of July in Disneyworld

As a fellow foodie and traveler extraordinaire, the blogs mascot Steamboat Willy and I decided to show you how to spend your fourth of July in Disney World. First things first . . . I’m the realest  . . . Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry  . . . DARN YOU IGGY AZALEA. The two best places to watch fireworks for the fourth are Magic Kingdom and Epcot. But because I love food so much . . . so very, very much, we decided it would be more fun to eat around the world then afterwards spend the rest of the night watching fireworks in the park. And that is exactly what we did. When you travel the world you get a greater sense of how amazing your own country is, so what better way to appreciate the fourth than by going to Epcot? Just so you don’t get lost here is a map of Epcot. The type of course I took while in Epcot was the Foodie Trek, but maybe you don’t want to …

The Worldly Wiley Mascot: Steamboat Willy

Actually since he’s mine I call him Wilber Thermopolis the Third, but whose gonna pay attention to that. Well this week I went to the amazing world of Walt Disney and I think I had more fun than baby cousin. Honestly, I think parents just bring their children to Disneyworld as an excuse to go themselves, I mean have you seen Downtown Disney. So to begin the many posts to come about disneyworld I have a preview of our Mascot Steamboat Willy at his favorite spots in Disneyworld.   More pictures to come in the future.  

Blog Post Hiatus: the story of final college days

SoooOOOoooOOOooo~ It’s been a while readers, how are you? I’m good, thanks for asking. Well now that the pleaseantries are over let me apologize, for all the wrong i’ve done you. I’ve ignored you repeatedly, and much more, I woulldn’t be surprised if (God forbid) you wanted to  . . . take a break . . . but WAIT it’s not you it’s me. You see, as soon as finals week hit me I was bogged down with work school and internship related, and I have forgotten my blog duties, if only temporarily. We can make this better readers, we can mend this relationship. ‘With what?’ you ask. WITH EXTRA BLOG POSTS, yaaaay. Let’s begin with a little reintrocduction story. Maybe about how I came home, which was a 48 hour ordeal in itself. Heavens help anyone who had to go what I did. Long ago in a Metropolis far away Ummmmmmm, In the dark of night No, wait. Once Upon A Modern Times, Freshman Ashley decided that the time had come *single gangster tear* to leave …

You are not from the south

Immediately after my last post went up I remembered that I live in Virginia, and yes all though I live in Washington DC I do consider myself to be in Virginia. It’s almost like DC is to America, as the Vatican is to Italy. Any who, My friend was saying to me, while I was writing the post, “yeah I feel the same way, us southern girls just can’t handle those type of people” She’s from Virginia. This is where the problem begins. Maybe it’s because southern pride is drilled into children from elementary to middle school. I went through a whole history class about Texas where we watched multiple movies about the Alamo and Davy Crockett, and everyone knows his quote “You can go to hell-I’m going to Texas.” Knowing the people that cities are named after (Sam Houston, Stephen Austin), and when your school provides bottles of water because they don’t want you to pass out from dehydration. Her ‘south’ is completely different from mine. But this rubs me the wrong way. You …

I have officially lost my southern touch

This is a post for all of those southern gals living in the north. I was born in Texas, and though I didn’t stay there long, I kept a lot of my pride and all of the lessons that my parents and grandparents taught me. 1) Always say please and thank you, along with also saying hello and goodbye. It might seem weird to some that I am putting this on the list, but it’s very important to me. DONT SAY AIN’T, AND NEVER SAY YA’LL! 2) Open the doors for people behind you. It’s not just for men who want to pick up girls by looking like a gentleman, women and men of all ages should do this. (Maybe you can cut off after 5 people have come through, because after that it’s really just too much, and I have somewhere to be). also: *This is not the same rule you would use in  cases of emergency such as a zombie apocalypse. If I we both happened to be running for our lives from …

The Secret LIFE of Walter Mitty (and Ashley)

So I might be a little late, when it comes to posting reviews on movies. Mostly because I don’t really have time to watch them, and because I just started this blog. A month or so ago I watched the Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Truly an amazing movie. As I watched it I felt like I was watching a movie about myself. Not that I work at LIFE or live in New York City, or look like a middle aged Ben Stiller. But I love photography and the stories behind them, a good photograph is like a good gourmet chocolate. They have that melt in your mouth sensation when you see them, poster sized, and on a wall. A good picture always has that amazing story that tags along behind it, but knowing the story isn’t the important part. A picture has an accompanying emotion, each one does. Growing up with professional photographers for grandparents I have come to appreciate the feeling that comes with taking that perfect picture. It’ s the feeling you …