The Proposal

How We Met// Reese and I met though a mutual friend in the "year of 21's"-- the year everyone turned 21 and blow out parties were a constant on everyone's weekend calendar. She was my friend from college, his friend from high school, and it was her turn to participate in her slice of the year of the 21's and Reese and a few friends from Louisiana came down to Texas to celebrate. We met, talked, and he made me a margarita before asking my name (something, he finally admitted recently, he knew because of Facebook stalking the guest list for her "single" friends). The rest wasn't exactly history, but an all night Facebook chat, another visit to Texas and the movie Cruel Intentions started to sway my opinion of this new boy in my world.

We officially started dating on May 29, 2010 when he asked me to be his girlfriend on the swing on the dock at his family's lake house. A party followed suit (not for us... just cause parties are fun when you are 21) and 4.5 years, 6 cities, countless hours in the car, and approximately 1 million miles driven, we are here.

How He Asked// Reese had spent the last 3 months training in North Texas for his new job. He was graduating from the program and I had sick days to burn, so I decided to take two days off of work and celebrate his graduation on Thursday and then drive back to Louisiana with him on Friday. Friday morning I got up, knowing it would be a driving day, threw on yoga pants and a t-shirt on and hit the road. When we got to his house his mom immediately asked us to run up to their lake house and fix a speaker on the dock that had been damaged in a storm. Reese protested fairly loudly and although I didn't vocally object we had made plans to hang out with friends and a 45 minute drive up to the lake wasn't on the top of my to-do list. Thirty minutes later, though rolled eyes Reese said we would run up to and fix the speaker.  Still wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt and knowing that we would soon be meeting up with friends, I stood up and declared I was going to go change clothes. Reese protested. I went and changed under a barrage of "hurrryyyyy upppp's". (All I have to say on this matter is thank god for my female intuition to change clothes because I reallllllly didn't want to get engaged in yoga pants.)

We headed up to the lake chatting the whole time about vision insurance and road work projects... it was some really romantic stuff let me tell you! I didn't suspect a thing.

Once we were at the lake Reese proceeded to fix the dock speaker... which now that I am thinking about it I have no clue whether it was actually broken or not. After he finished with the speaker he asked if I wanted to sit on "the" swing. Now you have to know that for YEARS every time we went up to the lake I would beg Reese to sit on "the" swing on the dock where he asked me to be his girlfriend. Most of the time the answer was "no" or we would sit for a few moments and then quickly move on leaving all hope of any romantic moments, so I kinda just gave up asking to sit on the swing. I, wanting to get back to town, told him "no, lets just get going". He persisted and we sat.

A few whirlwind moments, some sweet sweet words and one ring later we were engaged on the same dock at the same lake on the same swing we had started our relationship. It was perfect, and us, and everything I ever wanted.

 When we got home, after calling all my friends and family, we were met by some of our closest friends who in striking accord greeted us with a resounding "about time" followed closely with "congratulations".  I am seriously so lucky to have inherited this group of crazies over the part 5 years!

Fun Facts about our Engagement//
1. I have paid at least a semester of a Vietnamese students tuition with months of nail preparation for Reese to pop the question. So no, I didn't know just because my nails were done. 
2. Reese actually had the ring tied to his belt loop with dental floss to avoid dropping the ring in the lake. Which was the cutest thing ever. 
3. His parents came after the actual proposal to snap some recreated pictures... hence my goofy because-of -delirious-happiness face. 
4. The first person other than family to congratulate us was the insurance representative Reese insisted we call first because ya know #adults
5. Man am I glad I changed clothes. 

We are so happy and feel so blessed to have so much support and love. We felt every bit. Thank you for your kind words and continued prayers as we enter this new and very exciting chapter of our lives TOGETHER... in the same city (eventually)! 


Lisi Lerch Button Earring

I have this old picture of my great grandmother and I, taken when I was two. In the photo she is rocking these stellar white button earrings (I am told button earrings were her signature piece of jewelry), so when I saw these Lisi Lerch button earrings my mind went immediately to my great grandmother and her signature piece of jewelry. Personally I love that the button earring is
A. Back.
B. The perfect mix between a stud and a statement piece.

 If you wanna kick it like its 1991 (because what is old is new again I can safely say '91 is back to being a rockin' year) with me and my fellow Houston blogger homies Lisi Lerch is giving a pair of these bad boys away. Check out how these cuties styled their earring and then enter below ...

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ps. One time I had a giveaway on my blog like 3 years ago and **like no one entered. It was sad. Let's not repeat...Cool? Cool!
pps. Proposal story soon, I promise!

**6, it was 6 people.


Business Card Winged Eye Makeup Tutorial

I got my make up done for a wedding this summer and it was awful. Being the strong a stable bridesmaid I was I didn't cry although I thought about it because crying might have been the only suitable way to get it off... anyway I digress. I was planing on redoing my eye make up myself when the friend doing the brides make up offered to try and salvage the botched eye make up. Much to my surprise she fixed it with a business card. Yes, a business card. I started using a business card to create a perfect winged eyeshadow edge and now I  shall share with you because I am such a giver! 

  • Pick out a business card bonus points if it is one someone gave you trying to pick up at a bar. 
  • Create a base layer of eye shadow. I used a rosy gold tone found in the Urban Decay Naked 3 pallet called "trick".
  • Lay the business card at an angle starting at your lash line and ending at the end of your brow. 
  • Use a darker color (in this case I used "Factory") to apply the shadow over the crease of your eyelid and onto the business card. 
  • Remove the card and admire! 
  • Apply a lighter color to your brow bone for contrast. 
  • Add eyeliner and mascara.
  • Wa-la beautiful winged eyeshadow look via a unlikely source! 


Jazzhand, Sequins and Thoughts on Being a Dance Director

If you follow me on instagram you know I am the drill (dance) team director at the Jr. High where I teach. It threw a sequined, glittery, sparkly wrench into my life in which I "knew" (ha!) what I was doing. Its October and things aren't slowing down, which I have embraced and I'm just going to follow where the tasseled dance boots take me! 

 Here are just a few thoughts on being a dance director;  

1. Going back to Jr. High is my nightmare. 
TEACHING Jr. High is one thing. Students come, sit (we rarely sit because "i'm a fun teacher"), learn, leave. There is little room for drama or to detail the inter workings of the Jr. High social system. Sure I catch the occasional detail from a passed note or a confiscated cell phone but for the most part I come out on the other side of my day fairly unscathed. I now am in charge of 20 girls in which the sit, learn, leave model does not apply. Enter drama. Enter flashbacks to chunky Doc. Martin sandals and Abercrombie and Fitch (this is the part where my mother, I'm sure, would like you to know she never bought me anything from A&F and the very few pieces I owned were bought with my own money) and the drama that accompanied those special fashion trends. Praise the Lord I am no longer in Jr. High AND cell phones with cameras didn't exist in 2001. Amen. 

2. Call Your Mom and Thank Her. 
I mean it. Right now. Call your mom and thank her for all she did for you and your extracurricular activities dance or otherwise because WOAH, they rock. Dance moms get a bad wrap because I would not exist right now with out my dance moms I would have spontaneously combusted into a glittery cloud of smoke and sequins by now if it weren't for them. 

3. Being involved is FUN. 
My director in high school was a whole lot of words that don't bear repeating (although I will say that he was dannngggg good at his job). I wasn't exactly enthused about taking the job because my memories of him directing or more accurately dealing with teenage girls weren't pleasant. To my surprise I am having a lot of FUN and genuinely love it... it also keeps me off the streets soooo win/win I guess. 

4. Big Bows
Lets be honest, I really just do it to have a legit reason to wear a huge bow to school. 

This would be the point where if I were really being thorough I would include a picture from my dance/drill/colorguard/twirler days but alas they are all neatly packed away in a closet which if I entered I would not return in one piece so "none for you Glenn Coco" so sad. 


Ps. Two Mean girls quotes in one post. Nailed it. 


I'd Rather be Watching Gilmore Girls

Favorite Movie? Can't pick one for my life. 
One meal I could eat for the rest of my life? Yep, can't choose. 
Favorite Book? To Kil..Fahrenheit...Gone... Nope can't make me choose for a million dollars?
Favorite color? All of them? 
Any other ice breaker questions that are asked at functions that are meant to "help you get to know the other people" don't have answers, but I do have one that I can whole heartily answer with out wavering in the least. 
Favorite TV show? GILMORE GIRLS. 

My mom and I watched the show religiously. We cried during the last episode. I still quote the show on a daily basis (favorite being Coffee, Coffee, Coffee and Oy vey with the Poodles), and obscure references may have helped me on more than a few more tests than I would like to admit. Once I filled an entire wedding card with quotes from the show... from memory ("Congratulations are for the groom, best wishes are for the Bride"). Yes, I think I have a classic case of Fan Girl. 

Lorelei Gilmore is my spirit animal. Rory Gilmore is the reason I like a good cup of joe (and coincidentally may be on the verge of needed an intervention). Dean made me believe in love and have extremely high expectations of great boyfriends (Reese, i'm still waiting for my car!). Jess made me want to be with a boy who writes notes in the margins of a book, but walks away in a leather motorcycle jacket ("Cause if you're gonna throw your life away he'd better have a motorcycle!"). Logan made me want to steal a boat and plant an avocado tree. Lane made me want to hide things in my floor boards. Sookie made me want to be a chef (something I'm still kinda not over). Luke made me believe in the good guy. Ms. Patty made it ok to play with the line of what is considered "appropriate". Kirk made me feel second hand embarrassed in the best way possible and Paris made me want to simultaneously punch her in the face and give her a huge hug. 

Life in Starshollow was, and still is because it lives on on the interwebz and on my shelf (in the form of all 7 seasons I own on DVD), grand. 

I'd Rather be Watching Gilmore Girls

Sidebar: Jared Padalecki's cousin was my senior Calculus teacher and pretty much the only reason I am not still in High School trying to pass math. With that said I am, and always will be TEAM LOGAN, but Dean/Jared is a REALLLLL close second. If you are Team Jess... I just can't go there. Call but doesn't speak? Runs off when he says I love you? I just can't.

And Lorelei's love life? If you are not Team Luke forever and always you can just move to Woodbridge. Although Christopher is still pretty swoon worthy .