H O U S T O N

As I promised, here are some pictures from my short trip to Houston. We flew out on Thursday morning (way too early) and got there at 1:00pm. Technically, I was only there for 3 days because we left early Sunday morning but, I had such a great time. I seriously cannot wait to go back.

Moving on.....

here's my bestie and I being silly. We had just landed and were on our way to the hotel. This is proof that I really am trying to finish this darn book!



Here's a picture that was taken while we were sitting in traffic on the way to our hotel. Yes, TRAFFIC. That is the only bad thing about Houston. The traffic sucks. Still not as bad as LA but bad nonetheless. Apparently it's not always as horrible as it was this weekend but, due to the fact that there were still streetlights damaged from Hurricane Ike, the freeways were jammed.

This was the view from our hotel room. We were pretty damn close to the Toyota Center (obviously) :) the view at night was AMAZING!



The pictures of the Bachelorette Party are way too X-rated for my sacred lil' blog. I'm not kiddin' either.

So, here we are at the wedding (Friday night). I love this picture mainly because I love my bestie's grandma Geneva way too much. She is seriously the funniest woman alive. I could go on vacation with her time and time again.

Aunt Tonya, Aunt Trina, Geneva & Me

(What you don't recognize me? Does my face look fat? mhmm, yea I know, I was bloated. Apparently my face and tummy were the poor victims.
Sorry, it was that time of the month.)

Friday night we went to some club in Downtown Houston. Totally different then the L.A. club scene but it was fun. I noticed two things @ this club. The first thing I noticed was that every single guy that tried to talk to me was 19 or 20 (the club was 21+ and they were checkin ID's but whatever) which was very disturbing - I blame it on the braces. Second thing I noticed, when someone would ask for my phone number and I just wasn't interested I'd use the whole "sorry, i have a boyfriend" thing - which IS the truth. The guys would then reply with "oh okay, he's a lucky guy, nice to meet you, blah blah blah". Guys in L.A. tend to say something along the lines of "what does that have to do with me?, "well, he's not here", "I'm trying to be your friend", "you can't have friends?" lol, it was quite funny.


Saturday we did a bunch of tourist-ty things. This is the morning I woke up feeling like death. I felt sick-ish on Friday but Saturday was the day the cold decided to infiltrate my healthy body. My throat was burning, my eyes were burning, my nose was burning, everything hurt.


We had a ball @ Hermann Park. The weather was gorgeous and we just sat around soaking it all in, laughing, talking and stuffing our faces with shaved ice, pickles, ice-cream and a bunch of other crap. Believe it or not, this was probably the highlight of my trip. I think you can tell. I'm sick as a dog, refused to put make-up on that morning or brush my hair for that matter and I still look extremely happy......



I don't know what it is about Houston that I fell in love with. I think it's a combination of a couple things. The fact that it wasn't L.A. The fact that people were extremely nice and everyone wasn't walking around with a chip on their shoulder. The fact that it seems to be extremely family oriented. There were families everywhere and I'm not referring to a mother and her children (which is still a family) but, i'm talking about mothers, fathers and children. There seemed to be tons of young married couples. There were black people, and black families and black businesses. People spoke english and I could understand them! Everyone was so damn polite and they have the cutest southern accents. It was just different and I loved it. So much so that I was actually sad to leave....



So there it is. My re-cap. Like I've said (probably 100 times), I had a great time. I plan on going back in December to see if I could really live there. Like foreal foreal.

All About the 2 Me's

I've wanted to post these thoughts for a while now, I just don't know exactly how to write (or type) it all out so if it seems a tad bit all over the place or if you just don't understand it, I apologize.

Lately I've found myself struggling to just be me. There is part of me that wants to do everything the way I should. I want to be pleasant at all times, I want to learn how to ignore people that annoy me, I want to not have the urge to yell obscenities at the ridiculous drivers that populate the streets of LA every morning. I want to not flip my co-workers off under my desk when they annoy the crap out of me. I want to not have a bad attitude with my boyfriend for NO reason at all and I want to stop being so bothered by the behavior of some of my closest friends. I want to smile and say Good morning to every person I see in the morning on the way to the elevator. I wanna be able to trust everyone BUT, that's just not me.

I am very sarcastic. I often times say things I don't mean just because I'm upset. I hate losing an argument so I'll prolong any and every fight until I feel that I've won. I have a dirty mouth and I do try hard to censor it but sometimes (especially on the way to work) I will drop an F-bomb. I love all of my co-workers and they are all easy to work with but sometimes my natural reaction when being told what to do is to stick up my middle finger..even if it is under my desk. Even though my boyfriend doesn't always deserve the attitude he's a boy and I'm a girl, I have PMS once a month and he doesn't, I will one day birth children and he won't sooo, in my sick mind- he can deal with the minor attitude. I don't trust very many people and although I hate this, when someone does disappoint, I'm not as hurt as I would've been had I not expected it. My friends are my friends and I love them with all my heart but lately, I just feel like we may be drifting apart. Which is okay-it's sucks but it's okay. I'm not a morning person and I have to literally force myself to mutter a sentence if it's anytime before 9:00am.

Basically, that's me. Of course there is way more to me but those are the me's that I struggle with. Up until quite recently, I had never attempted to be a better person and although I'm very grateful that I have made the effort, sometimes I feel as though I'm putting up a front. Don't get me wrong, these are things I WANT to change, but am I taking away my personality by doing so? Is it no longer okay to be a brat some days because I'm a Christian? Am I going to hell because I called that lady who cut me off this morning a f*&$%#^ idiot? Am I a crappy friend because I'm totally at ease with walking away from certain friendships?

I'm in no way perfect, nor will I ever be. Being a Christian doesn't make me perfect nor will it ever. My religion does not define me at all but my relationship with Christ does. I shouldn't struggle to find "myself" or to be "me". The person I should struggle to be more like is Him. And trust me, it will be a struggle and just like any other challenge, I will have good days and I will have bad days -but I'm convinced that the more I struggle and the harder I try the easier it will become. Attempting to be more like Him will not help me find "myself"; I'm hoping that instead it will help me to become myself.

"For as he thinks in his heart, so is he" - Proverbs 23:7

all about celebrating

yesterday i had a pretty crappy day (this funk really needs to get over itself and leave already). it was so bad that i think i actually shed a tear at work which is and isn't a huge deal. it isn't a huge deal, because i'll admit (only here on my blog though), i'm a crier. i used to be really bad, but now i'm a lil' better. anyhow, i'm still a crier so it wasn't out of the ordinary. however, i NEVER cry in front of people (unless you're one of my best friends, dad or boyfriend)! I didn't cry in front of anyone yesterday because my desk is in the cut but come on, what if someone would've dropped something off?! or wanted to ask a question or heard me sniffling. Maybe this is TMI, but it is that time of the month and maybe i'm just super sensitive but yea, i'm a weenie and i cried.at.work. i quickly called my best friend and she helped me get me back in shape. 5 mins later my boss called me into his office and gave me a raise woot woot!!! 2 hours later i'm in a better mood, walking to my car, hop in my car, go to turn it on and my key just doesn't want to work. I make sure i'm in the right car (seriously) and try again. and again. mind you, i'm in the underground parking lot, i have no service on my phone, i'm wearing a long sleeve dress and it's about 115 degrees. i cried again. this time a whiney cry. i go back to the lobby and call AAA. they come bang my key in with a hammer and send me on my merry way. i go to my besties and she surprises me with these really cute pink sheets i've been trying to find (love the girl), her aunt makes us dinner and i watched a new episode of Run's House. I leave, go to start my car and guess what? the key doesn't work AGAIN. instead of crying (again) i take of my heel bang the freakin key and go on my merry way. seriously, do you notice the trend? good, bad, good, bad, good bad.

it happened again this morning. apparently i need a new igniton. i'm not going to worry about that right now because honestly, i don't even have the energy to deal with that right now. on a happier note, i'm going to see Dark Knight tonight to celebrate my raise and the stupid funk that i've been in. yes, i'm celebrating it- because it's dying tonight. i'm over it. i'm forcing myself to get over it. so it was good while it lasted (haha,yea right) but that's it! no more! even though things are pretty shitty right now, the good definitely outweighs the bad so that's what i'm celebrating tonight. everyone is predicting Dark Knight will do about 130 million this weekend. i honestly think it'll do more. somewhere between 160-180 million and i'm not just saying this because i work for WB but it's releasing on a tonnnnn screens. it could happen! that's it. i'm out. i'll let you know how awesome it is tomorrow. ciao.