Ike Ike baby...what??!!!

Okay I'm sitting in a basic yet innovated space known as bird rock coffee roasters. (which happens to be one of my favorite coffee house of all time, chuck is the man!) It has huge glass garage style doors that roll back to open shop, and allows the ocean breeze to come in and mix with the yummy smells of freshly roasted coffee. Amazing. I'm sipping on an enormous yet delicious organic cappuccino and I received this email from a friend. While reading it, my first reaction was to smile, laugh and look over my shoulder to see if i was being watched, which i wasn't. Moving on i began to read over the familiar song with different lyrics. I chuckle, a little out loud, a little on the inside. I thought if these people could read my mind they would realize what a big cheese ball I am. I don't know why a thing of this dorkish nature would make my heart happy but they do.

Now its your turn to gauge for yourself the level of brilliance that went into this diddy, but to give you a heads up to what you are in for, here you go...

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're 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!

if you feel somewhat nostalgic here you go...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rog8ou-ZepE&ob=

Quirky McQuirkerson

I've come to the realization that I have some quirks in my 28 years of living.
let us begin...
1. I like michael bolton. (the musician not the actor, 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, yes i still am a girl.
5. Pickles & BBQ sauce or popcorn & bbq sauce & mustard (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. I like 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.

• 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 ;)

 Let the quirky fun begin.

Weird or not Weird that is the question...

I was on facebook...(surprise surprise) and I was chatting with my best friend Kathy.

Kathy Mary Kelley, i.e.pure virgin warrior.

We started talking about our life and how nothing new is happening, wondering where life is headed for us, & where we are all going.

I'm like "Kathy, why is life so weird (also defined as strange)? She responds with, "why is it so hard to rest in the things already given us". I responded, "I know , I know"...wait for it wait for it... "I KNOW". By the third I know I actually began to know. By know I mean that i finally understood what kathy was saying. God has not only blessed us with so many amazing things, but he also has already given us everything we need for now and for things to come. Yet I still find myself finding it weird.

Problem was I did't have the right perspective. I'm hello, I survived Ike, heartache and life with out my credit card for 3 days. I'm still breathing, my heart is semi-broken, and in 3 days my credit card arose, its time to rest. Rest in the fact that God is for me, in me and with me. So even though my ceiling fell in from dumb ike... I'm gonna rest. Even when I'm out of Red Vines... i'm gonna rest. No matter what comes my way...I'm gonna rest.

Ok I'm exhausted from all this resting.

I'm gonna appreciate this journey called life even if things aren't going my way. I'm going to rest in life even if it spins me into insanity. So, all that to say, my world may be weird but at least i have friends like Kathy to make it go round. Weird lives rule. Ask Kathy.

a Cali girl trapped in Texan body

Sitting on a train from LA to San Diego(yep I'm hearing the toot toot now) and my mind is flooded with multiple memories that were made. I actually get to type my thoughts out because the train has an outlet plug-in so my laptop can be charged and therefore stay powered on. [Ok insert moment... flooding down the isle of a moving train is about thirty kids trying to find seats on this packed train. One little kid commented on not having a seat with ...” I want my tax dollars back!” gotta love third graders.] I arrived Sat night 6:22pm to LAX, coming down the escalator I am flooded with so many emotions of passed dreams, memories and love.
Knowing with anticipation that I am to be picked up by two of my most favorite LA friends Shalen and Jen P.. Shalen,the most generous hysterically funny quirky guy friend that is able to join our girls only club because having him not around is just not a memory worth making. And Jen, the beautiful inquisitive gem of a friend that challenges everything. On my descent down I have a sense of being home. Maybe it was a moment of realization, maybe one of divine inspiration, or maybe a result from a 6 day cleanse I've been on; never-the-less tears had formed in my eyes. I was home. I get a text Shalen says he's behind me I turn around. Nothing. I begin talking to myself knowing Mr. Hooch AKA shalen is nowhere to be seen. (we like to meet each other at the airport in baggage claim making lots of ruckus.. its what we do.) Finally, the almost recovered pathological liar appears in my view with the loveliest accomplice at his side. WE laugh we hug we unload the gushy love talk. We are happy, we are smiling, we are togetherness. In LA there's only one stop I have to descend upon when arriving to this glorious yet self-centered city. DOUGHBOYS. For example: The Red Velvet Cake, which happens to be the best in the world. This cake has complete substance infused with moisture within ever bite. It's topped with the most wonderfully creamy dreamy cream cheese frosting that melts in your mouth. Yummy. You're mouths are watering I get it, its happens, its good that you are aware. I had a friend visit and had it one evening for dessert and came back the next day to have it for breakfast. We arrive on this blessed happening. We wait, cause when in moments we will have more fun crew arriving to form a greater togetherness. Characters coming into play are a fashianista, Kateigh, who is a far cry from a domestic suburbia dullsville but rather this under the radar trendsetter who embodies pure creative genius and loves so deeply and works insanely. She's the concept designer for Juicy couture. Kind of a big deal but its whatever... so she likes to say. Well, Kateigh was bringing her boyfriend Andy. I was finally going to meet this man, the one that finally caught the eye of my beloved Kateigh who wooed her enough to have her commit her heart. Poor guy lots of pressure, but there is nothing to get your panties in a wad about. I'm totally nice, intimidating by appearance only. I have a mean death glare. I'm digressing. Almost, on time but who's really counting I see the much anticipated couple walking down La Brea. I get up and run to them tackle over 5 ft nothing kateigh and giggle like a school girl. I politely introduce myself to Andy( not wanting to assume anything), he smiles and I immediately cross all boundaries and tell Andy to get in this armpit. He responds with as much enthusiasm as Mariah Carey with another mini. (to those that don't know what I'm talking about he loved the hug or at least acting like he did.) WE all laugh and headed back to the table. For the next 2 ½ hours we were all giggles. Stories were told, memories were made and at the back of my mind I thought does life get any better. I don't think so but then again it has to cause there was a time in meeting this friends that I thought that very same thing. To think this was just the first 5 hours of my 36 hour LA trip. AS time allows I will continue to relay the coming and goings of a Cali girl trapped in Texan body.

From Sunday to Sunday...

Its funny how looking back from last week to now, how one can gain so much perspective. IF you read my blog last Sunday you might have had a "Debbie downer" moment, i apologize, it's just how i roll.

Look how a week can change everything, I'm good way good. I'm hope-filled, and excited of what little adventures are ahead. Some of those adventures include a nice trip to California with some of my favorite people in this whole entire universe. I am stoked. Life give you lemons make lemonade. Life throws a curve ball don't swing, maybe it'll curve right around you. Life throws up in your face, wash your face and reapply makeup/ chapstick. (Sorry to digress.)

Point is...when you're having one of those days where the end looks bleak and void, think of Scarlett in Gone with the Wind and say to yourself... "Tomorrow is another day" Big climax music and curtains close.

July 4th fun?

So my family and I got together to celebrate the fourth of july. It all started on the long drive to dallas, my parents and I decide to met up in Katy. My poor dad, the young age of 55, was having serious back aches, so I took on the duty of driving at the halfway mark to Dallas... Centerville. Have you ever experienced Centerville? It's amazing. On arrival to the not so big yet eventful city of Centerville; we planned on mom and I running in, going to the restroom and daddy would park, come in, potty & then we would get back on the road. Well... 45 min later we had 3lbs of pork chops, 1lb of briskey, beans, pickles, ¼ lb of beef sweet & spicy jerky (yummy) and 2lbs of fudge. You put a Hilyard in a convenient store and what do you get, a big backside. HA!

With full bellys the hilyards got back on the rode to Dallas. I'm in the driver seat while my dad passes out next to me and I am trying to convince my mom to not fall asleep on me. So what do we talk about that gets her enough energy to stay awake?... past relationships which we've only talked about for the last 5 years. Why because “we think that now” we have another spin on the old situation. Did I mentioned that not only our we women but we are also sanguines (they like to repeat themselves). I think sugar could be the next vice to alcohol, it makes you extra chatty. We finally arrive to big D, with no pre-planned expectations, only that of togetherness. Loving each other, laughing at our quirks and living to kiss the face off my funny yet brilliant nephew Carson and beautiful almost 4 month old niece Madison Joy. When we finally arrive its after 11pm, the drive motivated us to quickly settle in, so we could fall asleep. Unfortunately around 4AM, I awake not only for the feeding of Madison Joy, but also because my brother Matt has a dysuntional air matress that likes to slowly leak air, but not slow enough that you won't find yourself on the floor with only 5 hours of sleep. Finally after feeding & deciding to sleep on couch I return to my zzzzz.

Good Morning Fourth of July...the breakfast bell is ringing. My mom, who is known for her amazing southern breakfast smörgåsbord, kicks it off with dutch babies and bacon. Are you're mouths watering yet?... or have you any idea of what i'm talking about?.. haha. Anyways, we do our typical family tradition and talk about what we are going to eat at the next meal while eating the present one. But the decision was easy today, Josh, my bro in law is a trainer for FC Dallas. So it was then our duty, as family, to support them and attend the game and post game events. We'd eat there, it was unanimous.

I hope this is somewhat interesting...

Anyway, my sister, nephew and folks decide to get there early so Carson can get his face painted. Matt and I stay behind so matt can have a mid-afternoon nap to compensate the lack of sleep from his deformed air mattress saga. We arrive at 6:35pm, game started at 6. We circle around the free parking for at least 20 min. when we realize that there is no legal parking available. Upon our frustration, we realize that we have no option until my mind triggers a memory; a memory of a certain handicap tag lying with in the borrowed car we were presently borrowing. I personally was thinking how we would justify such an act and repent later. There literally was 20 open handicap spots, and matt and I had not one single prospect of financial means to buy ourselves a spot to park our vehicle. We did however have an injured body present, I had spent the last day limping to every venue do to a serious cash of shin splints. There it was, our justification. We parked ran and hoped that we would not be caught in our little mischievous shenanigan. I hear all the air being sucked out of your lungs, but what we re we going to do, we felt helpless. We did have a good laugh, and I totally repented and no helpless man or woman were harmed in the taking of this parking spot. I pose this question to you, Why on God's green earth does our government mandate an ungodly number of handicap spots that our never in use? WHY? I know I shouldn't justify my action but can you at least empathize? Even a little? If not , pray for me? :) I realize later that I had totally cast a judgement on someone else about parking in a handicap spot and there I was doing the very thing i told that person not to do. Isn't that funny how we do that? It took a little time to realize this similarity in circumstances; and showed me to "never say never" and never try to fix people. Because in the end we are the ones that are really in need of the fixin'.

We finally did get to our seats and enjoyed the game with the family. We tied, and that was good enough for me.

OK, on a patriotic note we live in an amazing country. One that our courageous troops have fought to keep, protect and set free from any enemy that would steal or murder those very rights. Let us never forget what we have, and never let go of those beautiful freedoms. WE are free... let us pray we stay that way.

This will conclude Part 1 of my July 4th extravaganza weekend, stay tuned to the conclusion.our duty to support them and attend the game and post game events. We'd eat there, it was unanimous.

I hope this is somewhat interesting...

Anyway, my sister, nephew and folks decide to get there early so Carson can get his face painted. Matt and I stay behind so matt can have a mid-afternoon nap to compensate the lack of sleep from his deformed air mattress saga. We arrive at 6:35pm, game started at 6. We circle around the free parking for at least 20 min. when we realize that there is no legal parking available. Upon our frustration, we realize that we have no option until my mind triggers a memory; a memory of a certain handicap tag lying with in the borrowed car we were presently borrowing. I personally was thinking how we would justify such an act and repent later. There literally was 20 open handicap spots, and matt and I had not one single prospect of financial means to buy ourselves a spot to park our vehicle. We did however have an injured body present, I had spent the last day limping to every venue do to a serious cash of shin splints. There it was, our justification. We parked ran and hoped that we would not be caught in our little mischievous shenanigan. I hear all the air being sucked out of your lungs, but what we re we going to do, we felt helpless. We did have a good laugh, and I totally repented and no helpless man or woman were harmed in the taking of this parking spot. I pose this question to you, Why on God's green earth does our government mandate an ungodly number of handicap spots that our never in use? WHY? I know I shouldn't justify my action but can you at least empathize? Even a little? If not , pray for me? :) I realize later that I had totally cast a judgement on someone else about parking in a handicap spot and there I was doing the very thing i told that person not to do. Isn't that funny how we do that? It took a little time to realize this similarity in circumstances; and showed me to "never say never" and never try to fix people. Because in the end we are the ones that are really in need of the fixin'.

We finally did get to our seats and enjoyed the game with the family. We tied, and that was good enough for me.

OK, on a patriotic note we live in an amazing country. One that our courageous troops have fought to keep, protect and set free from any enemy that would steal or murder those very rights. Let us never forget what we have, and never let go of those beautiful freedoms. WE are free... let us pray we stay that way.

This will conclude Part 1 of my July 4th extravaganza weekend, stay tuned to the conclusion.

kiki, poppie & carson

uncle matt & carson

grammy & maddie

Raining on Sunday.

Dreams...We have them for the sole purpose of fulfilling something, the trouble is when they get delayed or they fade away it leaves us feeling unsettled.

My talk show didn't get the funding needed to continue on air, and after sitting on this reality for almost a month; my dream feels like its slowly slipping into a memory. Today I broke, in the shower, the typical place I wail out my pain. The thing is, in my heart, I do trust the Lord. In all my uncertainty that I've experienced in the last 2 years, I still trust. Is it easy? Is it a daily struggle? Is it hopeless? No. yes. no. Life isn't easy, struggles are normal, but hope is always there, because my hope is in Him.

I am so very grateful for the blessings I do have in my life, a beautiful family, great friends, and my needs being met. Yet, at times I feel so alone. I have bills to pay, yet no profession. I have a heart that wants to love, yet no one there I want to hold. I'm full of Faith and yet so many times I fall into fear. Fear that I know, God has conquered, made victorious so that I can be free. Why do I live such contradictions? I want more. I want to be more. I want to be free, I want to see others needs met. I don't want to cry tears of frustration and ever project my needs on to people. I want to take care of my family. I want to take and support my friends, to help them see their dreams come to pass. The funny thing is I don't look at my friends and family and mourn that I can't be them or have what they have. I want them to fly, I want them to succeed, I believe in them, I believe they are beautiful souls all reaching for the ultimate goal to fulfill the purpose for the Kingdom of Heaven. I just want to soar alongside in that place. I feel like a hummingbird at times, flapping twice as hard to get there. Knowing that God has the best in store, knowing that I need to soul search my heart, because most fault is found there. Am I pushing hard enough? Probably not. I know that in God's heart, I don't need to strive, but where did I miss it? How can I change? I want to change I want to do it right. I want to make better decisions. I want to have a pure heart, with pure motives. I want to fully trust. I want resolution.

So, as the rain pour down today over my soul, and the shower water cleansed my body, I know the the watering of God's Word will wash over my spirit. It will bring life, It is life, It is my life. I will trust, I will not give up, I will stand. I am not without hope, just sayin'.

Ahhh I feel better. This blogging thing is nice, almost therapeutic.