I'm a slacker.

I was sneauxed in ya'll! But doesn't my house totally look like it needs snow everyday?

So, when it sneaux's in Louisiana, I get up at 6:30 AM and call everyone I know. The cool part is when you wake people up and tell them to look outside and then they say and they don't actually have anything there yet.

Hammond, where I live, got 9 inches of Sneaux!! How freakin cool, right? I couldn't have lived in a better place for snow. I walked around downtown and saw people I knew at like 7am. So much fun!

Anyways, it was fun for a cold minute, but then the electricity went out b/c Louisiana trees and power lines aren't designed to withstand the weight of snow. So I evacuated with a wet head (b/c when I got out the shower the power went out and left me cold) to Baton Rouge and spent the day with the boyfriend :)

I should be studying...

Final exams here I come! Yuck, I'm really not looking forward to it!
On a side note, I got to spend time with a few of my favorite people this weekend! Got to see the boyfriend Thursday night, my two best friends, and my family! :) I drank way too much Friday night, and I was definitely that girl.
Saturday I saw this:






Transport for Christ MUDFLAPS!

I look at Lacey with an eyebrow raised.

I say: What do you think they are transporting for Jesus?
Lacey: Baby Jesus'?
Me: Hm...
Lacey: baby lambs?
Me: I was thinking Mur. Yes, Frankincense and Mur...
Lacey: Genius.

O Bonsai Tree, O Bonsai Tree....

Don't laugh. It's cute. And I have a good explanation.
a) apparently it's tacky to leave your Christmas tree up for several months post Christmas.
b) I'm lazy
c) I don't really have space
d) I think I'd forget to water it, which would be ashame.
e) I'm lazy
f) Those tree farmers always cut too many little trees and I'm putting my foot down!
g) The bonsai tree goes with my theme for this Christmas. Azian Persuzian? Err...I'll have to get back to you on what the theme is... but it's a good idea in theory

My Favorite...Websites.

For Giving

What Is Kiva?
We Let You Loan to the Working Poor
Kiva's mission is to connect people through lending for the sake of alleviating poverty.
Kiva is the world's first person-to-person micro-lending website, empowering individuals to lend directly to unique entrepreneurs in the developing world.
The people you see on Kiva's site are real individuals in need of funding - not marketing material. When you browse entrepreneurs' profiles on the site, choose someone to lend to, and then make a loan, you are helping a real person make great strides towards economic independence and improve life for themselves, their family, and their community. Throughout the course of the loan (usually 6-12 months), you can receive email journal updates and track repayments. Then, when you get your loan money back, you can relend to someone else in need.
Kiva partners with existing expert microfinance institutions. In doing so, we gain access to outstanding entrepreneurs from impoverished communities world-wide. Our partners are experts in choosing qualified entrepreneurs. That said, they are usually short on funds. Through Kiva, our partners upload their entrepreneur profiles directly to the site so you can lend to them. When you do, not only do you get a unique experience connecting to a specific entrepreneur on the other side of the planet, but our microfinance partners can do more of what they do, more efficiently.


For Receiving

What is Etsy?
Etsy is an online marketplace for buying & selling all things handmade.Our mission is to enable people to make a living making things, and to reconnect makers with buyers.
Our vision is to build a new economy and present a better choice:Buy, Sell, and Live Handmade.

((One my favorite places to buy gifts !!!))

People and pictures I Love

Me, Mini-me & Mom, Mothers Day 08

My sister, a miniature version of me

My dad with hair...

My Woman and I with our skanky bacardi hats

Sexy pow pow with aviators :)

My best friend from highschool. Double fisting as usual... :)

There are plenty more pics to come :) I have a big extended family that all deserve pics...This day shall come.

If the world has an obsession with love, why isn't there enough?

The Beatles wrote a song about it...All We Need is Love.
Why didn't we join the "Love Train" back in the 70's? Or decide that War was good for absolutely nothin'?
Poems have been existing about LOVE since people could write. Since there was an alphabet.
I don't even mean romantic love. I mean love, one of the most commonly used words in every language, yet one of the least understood. If we love One, why can't we love All? Why can we love our brother or sister, and not love everyone else? Are they unloveable? Undeserving of love? The person standing in front of you at the grocery has a sibling that loves them. A wife that misses them. The person who cuts you off in traffic has a mother with cancer. Yet, for the briefest moment, that very thought doesn't exist. So, when terrorists attack a hotel full of people in a small place called the Taj Mahal- Where is the love? The opposite of love is hate.

It's a concept called "Universalism". The living truth is seen as more far-reaching than national, cultural, or religious boundaries. LOVE is the universal binding force. Every religion believes in love. So we all believe, ultimately, in the same thing. The details are what seperates us.


We all have parents. We all put our pants on the same way. Raise your hand if you've ever had your heart broken..or felt sad...or have been happy...or haven't met someone's expectations.
Raise your hand if you've ever felt like a minority.
Raise your hand if you've ever felt alone.
These things are not definative of one race, or one religion or gender. We all have things in common. Even if it's only a few things.

I have the flu, and an awesome boyfriend

Savvy combination, I thought...
I had a really good weekend with the boyfriend, aside from using an entire roll of toilet paper on my nose and keeping him up all night with my coughs. Friday he brought me to a concert, and Sunday we drove a couple hours to go meet his grandparents. His grandfather had a minivan he wanted to give him, so now my boyfriend totally drives a minivan and a motorcycle (awesome combination). Mind you, he's 27 and has no kids of his own, but has about 30 teenagers that he teaches. Now he can use this to tote around the teenagers, and I'm totally getting him a "mom's taxi" sticker...or maybe a "my child is an honor roll student..." ?? which would be cooler? Or, better ideas?
Anyhow, I met his grandparents who, like the rest of his family, looove me. His grandmother actually called him a few hours after we left to tell him that I was "cute as a button" , and Prime Rib. Yes, Prime Rib. Oh man, they are some cute country old people. But his grandmother did this thing that they sometimes do and said....

" I was kinda hoping I'd get some great grandchildren before I'm too old to hold them"....

Uh, thanks grandma, wtf do I say now???? And then the thought crossed my head that my dad definately told the neighbor I was probably a lesbian b/c I wasn't married and I didn't have kids. Helloooo people, I. am. not. that. old!

Anyways, we did alot of driving this weekend and spent 98% of it talking and the other 2% karaoke-ing. I definately do a good Janis Joplin/ Stevie Nicks when I'm sick. We're starting a band. The talks were awesome and my heart is very happy. The End.

Best post ever!

A whole post, dedicated to me??? WHAT!! Yaya!

Who would have thought that a forced friendship would have lasted

this long? I can't remember ever reading anything about arranged

marriages being happy events... but see, it can happen! I'm gonna have to

start doing these wordful Wednesday bits, or other random writing assignments!

I need to have a dedicated post soon. Check back.

We need to talk...

Is that not the worst way ever to start a conversation? GAH. Okay, so I don't have a fancy name for my boyfriend like "McDreamy" or anything like that, so we'll call him PowPow...which is a funny story for another day. So, I introduce you to PowPow, and we've been happily together for about 6months :)
PowPow comes over the other night and just doesn't seem like his normal self. I only get to see him about once a week, so usually when we see each other we're both really happy. He tells me we need to talk and my heart starts drops. My mind is racing and I almost bolt out the front door because I don't want to hear it.
His face was somber and he looked scared to even say what he was thinking. I asked if he was going to make me upset, and he said it wasn't his intention
( I kinda just wanted to hear him say ..."I am NOT breaking up with you, calm down").
It boils down to be him feeling insecure. He said the last few times he had seen me, I seemed distant and he feared I may have found someone else, or just wasn't interested anymore. That couldn't be less true. We stayed up all night and talked. I explained to him that I had in fact been falling for him since day 1, and the only reason I hadn't fallen head over heals, can't think, can't sleep in love was because I was scared. I know he's moving out of the country at some point and I fear being hurt. I want him to say he'll stay, but I know that's the most selfish thought I could ever have. He said he didn't want to fall in love with only half of me- I'd have to open up and give him as much as he's given me, which until now I'd thought I had.

The following day we went to my parents house for bloody marys, grilled oysters and pasta that my mom had made. It was a really nice night and my parents were being strangely well behaved. I think they must like him :) My dad hasn't had a negative thing to say about him yet, which makes me think he's dying! The only other person he doesn't have anything negative to say about is Lace!

Anyways, we drove home, sat in the car, drank beer and listened to the Garden State Soundtrack. Yes, pretty much every night seems like something out of a movie.

You can call me Ms.Lucky

Point blank, I'm nearly dead from exhaustion. I showed all symptoms of delerium today- including, but not limited to, almost hitting a man on a bicylce with my car. I worked 46 hours in 3 days with only about 4 hours of sleep a night. I will never look at tea or ice cream the same ever again. Yesterday after I determined I could take no more, I started plotting ways to sit down (as it was so busy, I couldn't stop moving- and those tea vats are heavy!). And, this is what I found:

I found myself Sitting (ahhhh) next to a steamy silver rocket looking contraption that donned a proud yellow and red umbrella. Oh yes, ladies and gentleman, I worked a Lucky Dog cart. A big stinkin nasty mobile hot dog distributer. But oh my gawd my legs and feet never felt so good. I literally sat next to it and repeated "One? That'll be six dollars, Thank you". However, my expectations were exceeded. I was really looking forward to working with a semi-homeless guy who just got out of heroine rehab who stuffed sloppy hot dogs down his neck and onto his braided beard. WRONG. Oh no, I couldn't get that guy. I just had to be sat next to a man smarter than I am. WTF. I had no intentions of leaving that cart feeling badly about myself. The guy that ran mine nearly has a Ph.D in history, but quit school because he decided that he made more money running these nasty carts than he would professing at a college. Oh, and he kinda wrote a book. His sons are airline pilots, and they too run a cart in the airport when they're not operating large, life-or-death types of machinery. Oh and the cart on the other side of the festival...definately run by a State Representative.

I seriously can't wait to tell some of my professors about this- thus inciting a riot about their pay- thus giving me a few days off of school.

So at this point, you're wondering how you can get the job of collecting cash at a lucky dog stand? The people who owned the booths we were working (food, tea, ice cream...festival junk of those sorts) also rented this lucky dog booth. So instead of working my balls off I sat around instead. You freakin betcha. I texted Lacey at some point during my work experience to tell her what I was doing and got this response:

Shut the fuck up. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD have someone take a picture. Like I wanna frame it. Aghh I wish I could witness this.

No comment about how freakin awful I look. I almost died people! Anyways, I paid my rent in like 2 days of work and that's fine with me.

Side note: It's freakin cold. Brrrrrr

I'm On Fiya!

Not really, don't panic. But seriously...this blogging thing is going to get out of hand. Someone will have to stop me. I'll be out of town this whole weekend, but Monday...oh man, the stories are going to be good. I'll be working the Voodoo Music Fest and serving (drumroll please)...
Ice Cream, Sweet Tea,...and Cigarettes! What crackhead came up with that combination??? What's going to happen is this:
My friend Shawn and I are going to be working this booth for 3 days straight from like 9 am til 11pm. We're both going to be exhausted but totally whopped out from having too much ice cream and sweet tea. Then low and behold, I'm going to be forced to become a smoker to calm my nerves down. Did I mention how bad I'm going to smell??? Spoiled milk, old tea and cigarettes is probably a smell that not even Frederick's of Hollywood would pick up!
Did I mention how freakin long it takes to make frozen waffles if you don't have a toaster!??? I have the stupidest duo-tone oven aliiive. It takes freakin 20 minutes to pre-heat at least and by that time my stomach is pissed and dueling itself. I'll bet Oprah would love to be able to fondle my stomach guts when they're doing tricks like that!

I'm sick, I'm dying.

Okay, so if you didn't watch Oprah today, here's the scoop: Oprah is on her way to receiving her Ph.D. She was definately playing with brains on her show today! I was repulsed. I definately think she's crushing on Dr. Oz and was showing off her brain-handling skills. Whatever the case, it was weird and gross for a multitude of reasons. But, how cool would it have been if she would have had hidden under the seats a FREE BRAIN for everyone in the audience? Cars-shmars. Brains would be cool.
Did I mention I'm sick? That whole paragraph was fever induced. I have no flippin' clue why I have a fever or why I've taken 3 hour naps two days in a row. Maybe I've got the hivv. Maybe I've contracted the exhausted bug. Maybe I shouldn't say "sick" because that sounds like a cough or a stomach thing- I have neither. I'm just tired a lot lately. I took some vitamins today thinking that maybe I'm a little deficient, and so far, I'm still dying. For those of you interest **ahem, yes- you woman, the only reader**, I did in-fact cook again tonight. Some type of feel better soup. Can't really tell if it's delicious or not b/c I slurped it and burnt my tongue. I'm classy...and very hot. Literally, burning up. I've got the a/c running and it's cold outside. I'm going to watch re-runs of sex in the city now, I'll be up for hours after my nap. :*(

I Cook Food for An Entire Week Like Your Grandmother

Yes, woman, this post is for you. Real woman of genius.
Apparently, playing the part of Mrs. Paul Rieser means that not only do I have to check the laceyinlove blog for accuracy (what!? I got 1st amendment rights to protect mah-self against libel and slander!), but I also have to update my blog so I can represent my own damn self (fa sho).
I want to go ahead and mention now that if my boyfriend read this, he'd totally have proof that I have a girlfriend (as suspected). I told him to suck my deek. It went over well. My woman and I are celebrating our 20th anniversary as friends this month. If anyone has fancy traditions that they have with their bestfriends I'm open to new suggestions, because otherwise we're going to be throwing back some tequila and playing jenga, possibly while listening to Paula Abdul. I should also mention that I quit keeping up with pop culture some time in the late 80's, or early 90's. If "Cold Hearted Snake" isn't totally lurking in your brain right now, we can't be cyber friends (that accidentally sounded kinky). I'm a total dork and if I could actually figure out how to add music or anything fancy to my page, you'd be listening to Whitney Houston or Journey right now. You lucky reader, you.
I'll try to keep up with this. Keep the threats consistent and all will be well.
Lu

Tiny Sinks

So, in lieu of recent distastrous events, it seems relevent to pitch a baby fit. I have terrible vehicle luck. Total, I now have three tickets that have yet to be paid and I'm really uninterested in doing so, but plan on it to avoid the criminal line. To make things better, this all occurs while I'm in the process of moving...once I find a place to live. Who would have thought that finding an apartment would be so difficult?? I honestly looked at an apartment yesterday that had a kitchen sink the size of a barbie car. WTF do I do with that? People seriously aren't using that foam in between their ears.
So currently, I have two new jobs that I start in 2 weeks or so. I'm finishing up my time at my beloved job of 2 1/2 years. I cried when I informed them that I was moving. I think they teared up a bit too. Sad huh? I went into work today and my customers apparently had already found out. Sneaky bastards! hehe.
Alright, my blueberry beer is getting warm like the pie. Nighty night :)

New! Yay!

Yes, yes ladies and gentleman (I'm sure there are plenty of men running around this place), this is officially my first blog...here anyways. I've done this before, but I need to brush the dust off of my blog fingers and get back to work. Lots of thoughts running through my head tonight. I set up my etsy account: www.lluquetphotography.etsy.com a few days ago where I'll be selling my photographs. I've been doing wedding photography for a few years, but have recently had to slow down on all that craziness! So for now, I'll just be showcasing a few prints I like. I'm in the process of getting a new job and relocating right now, so my brain is a weee bit scattered. This is all I can muster up tonight. I've got a good book on my pillow case.