A Very Lucky Girl

I have so many plans for myself. I want it all. I want to travel, I want to learn, I want to graduate, I want to be successful, and I want to share it all with everyone.  I've recently felt so inspired to succeed. Maybe it's the presence of adversity. Whatever it is, I choose to embrace the future. Nothing is holding me back except my own insecurities. I'm not invincible, and failure is always a frightening possibility; but there's no reason why I can't try anything. "Go hard today, Can't worry about the past Cuz that was yesterday."  Present goal: Teach myself the entire "No Diggity" rap from Pitch Perfect so I can sing along to the Riff Off. Why can't A Very Lucky Girl be a Boomer Bella?

we're the cobras errrrraherrrrrrrr cutie hi, i model on the streets of the Bronx on a daily basis sleepy angel I also model in tumbleweeds singing Miranda Cosgrove obvi She sends snapchats in the dark She loves bacon as much as me She used a Friends youtube clip to tell us she got a tattoo We both drive our mom's Priuses when we are home from college Snowcones   Friends is the greatest show to ever happen to us. Or to anyone for that matter. Asp   She has introduced me to several excellent music artists   I spent a wonderful spring break with her and Megan last year Miranda Cosgrove  Geezus encourages extra sparkle She loves cowboy boots   Little kid days are still going to happen. Just with the addition of legally bought Smirnoff. She’s my lobster   The summer of the alphabet turned into the years of the alphabet and I love getting texts with a random letter at 3 AM We survived Philbrick’s le...

Fantasy Suite week is easily one of my top three weeks; right up there with the premiere and Women Tell All. The drama significantly lessens, much to my disappointment, as the three remaining girls are guaranteed a date and stay in separate rooms. Sean arrives in Si Kao, Thailand and describes it for all of the blind Bachelor fans out there, “it’s like something out of a movie.” Or a reality TV show! He goes on to talk about the 3 “unique girls” that he is falling for, so I can only assume that he has 3 different personalities to match them. He is looking forward to “alone time” with each woman (aka sexy time) as he broods in dark sunglasses and sways in a hammock on the beach. He continues to vomit compliments about the women and wades into the pool looking like he’s packed on a few fluffy pounds during his travels. Too much airport food, not enough hotel gyms. Sean says traveling is a test. No, Sean. Traveling is not a test of a relationship when you are already there a...

Vlogging. I thought about doing one, just one, for 1.37 seconds during a run the other day. And then I almost immediately decided against it for several reasons. Because I am not tech savvy enough to edit any attempts I would make at a video, I would have to make a flawless recording.  Writing a blog post is a fairly private activity, as is reading one. Talking or listening to something out loud seems to ruin the sanctity of words sometimes. I personally love to read other blogs when I should be doing something else. Like napping or listening to what Dr. Lee is droning on about. Jenna Marbles has the monopoly on vlogging and I could never measure up. She is the video blog goddess.  I hope you weren't hoping for a vlog. Because A Very Lucky Girl is not the least bit interested.

I mentioned before that I deep-cleaned and organized my room over Christmas break. Whilst going through my bookshelf I discovered a composition book that I wrote in for Mrs. Purvis' 5th grade Language Arts class at St. Timothy's-Hale school (prior to it's St.David's name change) in Raleigh, North Carolina. August 21, 2002  So far it has been okay but I don't understand math much and I'm really upset about it. Everything else has gone okay though. This year I want to make all As and understand math really well and I don't want to be late for a class and I want to remember bring my homework home, do it, and then bring it back to school the next day.  5th grade was considered middle school at St. Timothy's Hale so I was extra nervous for my first year on the big campus. I still don't understand math but I have learned when run-on sentences are appropriate. The answer is rarely.  September 9, 2002 This is what I have to be thankful for: candy...

Seriously, I watched the "Sean Tells All" episode special and barely learned a single thing that I didn't already know. The one hour episode was hardly worth a recap. The only new pieces of information were: Sean and Selma decided to butterfly and eskimo kiss in order to circumvent her Muslim standards Des' brother is related to Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde and has a tumultuous past Sean and Lesley eat brownies more awkwardly than I've ever witnessed those delicacies being consumed Sean really was just as oblivious to the tierrable Tierra drama that ABC edited him to be. There. If you missed it, you are now all caught up. From what I've gathered through ABC production tweets, viewership has drastically risen with Sean as bachelor. Adding this "Sean Tells All" special was just another chance to keep ratings up and to help A Very Lucky Girl procrastinate her french composition. 

Fair warning: It's looking like a short recap week. I wrote five mini papers this weekend in order to make time for the two mega papers I have due in the next three weeks. So I'm nearly out of words. Plus, Tierra, her wonky eyebrow, and her sparkle are long departed. And Sarah, like her left forearm, is nowhere to be found. So what else is there to write for? NOTHING, I TELL YOU. Not to mention, hometown week is way too emotional to really make snarky comments about. But believe me, I tried. Houston, Texas is Sean's first stop to meet AshLee's parents. She brings her ugly, yappy dog named Bailey on a picnic and Sean is chauffeured to the site by a gas-guzzling SUV. AshLee and Sean bond over their pastor-kid status and then make out with extra tongue to really seal the irony. And then AshLee says the words that will likely send her home in the next few weeks: "Sean is gonna be the man to protect my heart." Wrong, please try Kasey from Ali’s seas...

On my bed you can find several practical blankets, 3 pillows (one for sleeping on, the others as barriers to any monsters lurking in the closet), aaaaand one, rather old, childhood "blankie". Yep, I've slept with my baby blanket for 20 years and counting. I feel like the fact that it isn't a stuffed animal makes it almost acceptable. It's just something to keep me warm! If you ignore the fact that it would only cover my torso if I used it as it was intended...  Instead I ball it up and hold it close to me as I sleep.  I'm not entirely positive on why I have this attachment to a childhood relic. But it's been a constant through all 5 states, changing relationships, crying jags, bookworm nights, poor-decision hangovers, and Addison's-induced puking (it has been washed I swear!). It's like having a non-interactive pet/baby that requires zero responsibility from me.  I don't know when I'm going to evict my cuddle buddy from the typical s...

This is the first Valentine's day that I will participate in as part of a couple, but I have never actually loathed this day of expressing affection. Because I am always surrounded by people that I love and that love me, even when it's not a romantic sort of love. Even last year I let Ke$ha speak for me on Facebook and said "I'm in love, alright, with my crazy beautiful life." Her words are still true. Who can hate Valentine's day for the general message of love it sends to ALL? Plus, there's candy.  So. much. candy. Others scoff at the chocolate roses and candy hearts appearing in Walmart aisles in mid-January, but I say WELCOME. BRING THE CANDY COMA ON.  I have a weakness for conversation hearts. However, the inscriptions have really gone to hell. luv me? marry me? yes? u rock? I feel like the chalky morsels are meant for illiterate married couples living in the 70s.  A very happy heart day to you from A Very Lucky Girl. Please accept these virtua...

During Sociology of Family on Tuesday afternoon I was informed by a tweet that I had been featured in a post by the Lost Ogle  about "shallow Oklahomans" who complained when an Amber Alert was issued for missing Justice Poindexter in the middle of The Bachelor. First things first, I had no idea who this "lost ogle" guy was. And for those of you that also suffer from lazy-link syndrome (AKA hating to click other links in the middle of already reading something), I've included a screen shot of my shame. The rest of his post included several other people mourning the missed audio on Sean Lowe breaking up with bat-$#!t crazy Tierra, but @AVeryLuckyGirl was unlucky numero uno.  Granted, it was a severely insensitive tweet that I sent in the heat of the moment, distressed about missing the grand exit of Tierra's eyebrow. But, here is my defense. A ) If you took the time to read the Lost Ogle's introduction to the post of mortification, you saw that the chi...

The women follow their dreamboat, Sean Lowe, to St. Croix. I missed the first half of this week, but I caught the second hour of the show at Tyler's house after we attended the OU basketball game against TCU where the Horned Frogs had a rather poor showing. Boomer Sooner! But I think all that I really missed was a lot of screen time of the Tierraist, so I call that a win-win. I caught Catherine, Des, and Lindsay mid-date on the beach with Sean. Lindsay cuddled up next to her man in the sand and I strained to hear their conversation over the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. There was an unmistakable blemish on her left cheek that I could not stop watching--guess her waterproof concealer didn't quite live up to its promises. Catherine replaced Lindsay a few minutes later and shared some history of her dad with Sean. Her father will not be at the hometown date because he resides in China after bouts with depression and a suicide attempt when she was 14. I think her main...

He had the sadz male model obvs Today marks month NINE that I've been dating Tyler. So, in honor of such an auspicious occasion, I've compiled the top 9 funniest things he's ever said. Humor is a major cornerstone of any relationship that I have and I'm so glad he can put up with it when I make fun of him every now and then. And all times in between. it's not batman but... this...is tolerance of his immature girlfriend God, Karen, you're so stupid When working on French homework the sentence began with "je parti." Tyler helpfully mused, "So, I partied..." Brb dying. Parti is a conjugated form of the verb "partir" which means 'to leave'. We made cupcakes (Valentine ones to be exact) on Sunday night. When I was over at his house on Monday I searched for them so I could devour a delectable heart-shaped delicacy, "I need a cupcake." "OH, they're in the refrigerator!" *stran...

Au Canada (that means "to Canada" for all you non-francais speakers out there)! From the Montana cold to the Canadian frost, Sean keeps his shirt on for the beginning montage of this episode. For the record, I'm so confused, because this is still technically fiscal week five of the show, but week six is in Canada and Sean reminisces about "last week" in Montana, except for the rest of us, "last week" was just over 24 hours ago. He has recovered from the drama, we have not. This is like the Olympics of love. Back to back episodes of rose envy.  Chris Harrison introduces the ladies to their new abode in Alberta and leaves them on their merry way to hunt down the first date card.  "Catherine, let's find our fairytale ending." She sighs in contentment when her name is read and says, "I'm such a lucky girl." HEY-that's MY line! She has been on several group dates, but this is her first one-on-one with the man of the hour...

Confession: I watched approximately 11 minutes of the episode that ABC aired last night. But I bet I can tell you almost exactly what happened: Tierra was probably just as tierra-ble as expected. Her right eyebrow no doubt did some leaping work.  Someone probably complained about the drama and how much they hate it because they "are so not a drama person." This same person probably thrives on all things dramatic. Des drank goat's milk. That's the part I saw. Everyone wore plaid. A lot. Sean stuck his tongue down several different throats. There you have it. Everything you did (and didn't) want to know about their trek to Montana. I may or may not catch tonight's episode. If that upsets you please refer to this .  But in the meantime: "Who am I, Sovereign Lord, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far?"-2 Samuel 7:18 A Very Lucky Girl has a lot of questions these days. 

OU Medical Center OKC, OU Medical Center Edmond, Mercy Hospital, Norman Regional.... I have to say...ER visits just get better and better. No, really. We're in and out faster each time, with less hassle and worries. Knowing exactly what I need to feel better is key.  "Here's the deal. She has Addison's disease and is having minor crisis like symptoms. She needs fluids and IV cortisol." Doctors rarely argue, they don't know enough to refute that. An Addison's patient knows their body better than anyone; it truly is a self-regulated disease. Unfortunately, I clearly need to learn to better read the signs that I'm struggling in order to increase my dose of oral cortisol before landing myself in the ER.  Turns out, emotional stress isn't healthier than physical stress for someone that has lost the capability to respond appropriately to stress hormones.  But somehow A Very Lucky Girl can still break out in zits....Where's the justice in that!...

Dear all you lovely readers, I regret to inform you that I honestly cannot promise to write anything happy or uplifting or non-bitter at this time. If you came here searching for a Bachelor recap...I am sorry if it's not here. If you came here searching for a laugh...you may want to move along. There will be no set schedule of posts and I will not be pressuring myself to write. I hope not to be so undedicated to this project for long, but I cannot dictate a time frame. XOXO, A Very Lucky Girl