Trying to be the best MOH-to-be ( maid of honor) I flew out to LA to help my beautiful kateigh in her wedding dress discovery. First stop Monique lhuillier: she tried on multiple dresses nothing short of fabulous. But we concluded that cupcake styles are the ones best suited for her petite frame. And with an unanimous vote between the two of us this was the winner!!!:
Can we say ooo lala!!! I love that this gown is two pieces with the top being a edgy corset with the bottom being a A-lined skirt with shredded pieces of silk and satin organza. It has a nice sway about it. Its rockin' awesome. The only problem and i mean only problem is its hefty price tag: $11,000.00+ another reason I need to learn how to sew. ho hum....

Check out more amazing gowns at: www. moniquelhuillier.com

I'm back in La la la jolla land, loving Celia and crew but ready to get home. I'm not sure what this trip was fully about except continuing to build relationships and finding a place of contentment. I randomly came across some pictures on facebook that at one time in my life would have been overwhelming to process but this time I found freedom. Sometimes I think we need to avoid the sore spots in our lives but there is a time where you have to conquer the fears that come with the unknown. As painful as it was, I believe it was a step to my completed healing. Manifestation of healing isn't alway instant most of the time its a process. Only as much as we can handle, will God give. I'm excited about this dec., its like a new breath of fresh air. Deep inhale and release. whew.

Okay I'm sitting in a basic yet innovated space known as "bird rock coffee shop", that has huge glass garage style doors that roll back to open shop. I'm sipping on an enormous yet delicious organic cappuccino and I received this email from my dear friend Liz. My first reaction was to smile and laugh and then look over my shoulder to see if i was being watched, which i wasn't. I then begin to read over the familiar song yet with different lyrics, I chuckle. A little out loud and a little on the inside. I thought if only these people could read my mind they would realize what a big cheese ball I am. I don't know why things of this dorkish nature makes my heart happy but they do. Would I mass email it probably not but would i secretly enjoy it... will i did. I think its because of my quirky dorky dichotomy self and a little nostalgic. No matter what I can't deny that it gave my a sick pleasure. Now its your turn to gage for yourself the level of brilliance that went into this diddy.

ENJOY!

Ike Ike Baby, Ike Ike Baby

All right stop, evacuate and listen
Ike is here with some big ambition
People, close your homes up tightly
It's blowing like a hurricane daily and nightly

Where will it stop? Yo-I don' t know
Turn off the light s and let's go
To the coast line Ike rocks like a vandal
Start up the car and watch me drive like an animal

Dang, hardware store sales boom
Ike's killing my plans like a poiso nous mushr oom
Deadly, evacuate they tell me

Anyone left will becharged with a felony
Love it or hate it, you better get away
Ike will hit the bull' s eye, the storm don' t play
If you're on vacation, Yo, Ike stalled it
Check out the eye while the bands revolve it

Hurricane Ike Ike Baby, Hurricane Ike Ike Baby
Hurricane Ike Ike Baby, Hurricane Ike Ike Baby

Now that the people are jumpin'
With their stuff packe d up and the gas done pumpin'
Quick to the road, to the road no fakin '
Pass McD's get a burger with bacon

Burnin' 'em and follow the symbol
I go crazy when I hear some imbecile
Revving, in a souped up Pinto
Now I can roll, it's time to crack the window

Rollin' in my Chevy Tahoe
With my window down, I can feel Ike blow
My laptop's on stand by, Waiting for some Wi- fi
This spot hot? No – and I gotta fly

Kept on pursuing to the next block
I busted a left and I'm beating the clock
The light was red

Yo -- so I continued to I-37 to San Antonio

Wish I was there in a blink like a jeanie
How I'd love to be sippi n' a martini
Jealous ' cause my girl' s living fine <> She left yesterday and was there by nine

Ready to give my homies a call
My homies acting ill because their car just stalled
Humidity, the air is sticky as hell
Ike's on his way, the weatherman yells

Moving toward the gulf coast real fast
I'm in my car, can't give it no gas
Bumper to bumper the interstate 's packed

I'm trying to get away before Ike attacks
Police on the scene , what can it mean?

They hooked me up, now there 's another lane free
If you'r e on vacation, Yo, Ike stall ed it
Check out the eye while the bands revolve it

Hurricane Ike Ike Baby, Hurricane Ike Ike Baby
Hurricane Ike Ike Baby, Hurricane Ike Ike Baby

Yo man, let' s get out of here! Word to your mother!

I've come to the realization that I have some quirks in my 28 years of living.
And here they are...

1. I like Michael Bolton. (Stop judging me)
2. Can't stand personalize license plates. (My bff has one, so obviously you can still be my friend i just won't date you.)
3. Guys with jewelry... eww. ( watch and wedding ring excluded)
4. I don't like chocolate.
5. Pickles and BBQ sauce. (don't knock it till you try it)
6.When eating out... modifications are what i live for, or at least everything on the side.
7. Mi gusta dad figures. i like guys who aren't too fit or skinny. think vince vaughn.



Hey I'm not the only one. Here's a few of my friends quirks, i'm leaving out their names to protect the innocent. (fyi...they aren't the same person)

• loves minivans over suburbans
• loves guys in speedos
• loves guys in nerd glasses
• loves to vacuum
• loves any teeny bopper show (its a quirk when you're over 35 and a male ;)
  

Now it all makes sense.

On facebook...(surprise surprise) and I'm chatting with my best friend, Kathy Mary Kelley (pure virgin warrior...the meaning of her name) and we are talking about our life and how nothing new is happening. Wondering where life is headed for us, where we are all going. Why is life so weird (also defined as strange)? She profoundly says: "why is it so hard to rest in the things already given us" I of course immediately responded with I know , I know...wait for it wait for it... I KNOW. By the third I know I actually began to know...its meaning finally hit me upside my big ole good for tv head. I got what kathy was saying. God has given us so much and yet I still find myself finding it weird. I survived Ike, heartache and life with out my credit card for 3 days. I'm still breathing and I'm loved, i need to enjoy where i'm at on the way to where i'm going. Kathy's so profound, I love her. I like having smart friends it makes me feel smart too.

My heart is semi-broken... I'm gonna rest. My ceiling fell in from dumb ike... I'm gonna rest. I'm out of Red Vines... i'm gonna rest. Ok I'm exhausted from all this resting hopefully it'll show and i'll blog one day about how my life is so at rest as if I took a pound of Valium but not.

I'm gonna appreciate this journey called life even if it kills me; I'm going to rest in it even if it spins me into insanity.

All that to say...My life may be weird but at least i have friends like Kathy to fill it. Weird lives rule. Ask Kathy.

We made it to Liz's house just the two of us... and Kenai her beautiful lab. A matress to the wall, coffee in our belly and laptops on our...well laps of course. We are attempting to do some live coverage from her street but things keep making up squeal.

The day began with me waking up playing a couple of worship song on my geeetar and know in my mind that Ike was a comin' but not seeing it with my eyes. It wasn't until 3:30pm driving to Katherine and Brett's house did I really begin to believe what was happening. We're driving down W. Grey (we being liz and i, not my imaginary friend) and all of Central Houston is like a ghost town, like Will Smith in I am Legend. Eerie ... yeah. Gas stations to The Gap were boarded up with plywood, not a soul to be seen not even a bum. Ok, we did see one walking down the middle of the street, like literally right down Montrose. Anyway, even my Starbucks that never closes was closed. Boo.