T4L

Well hi there lovies.
How's your world? What's new for you? What's good, yo?

I wouldn't even know where to begin to update you, and I know you are all waiting in eager anticipation to know what is going on in this 20-somethin Dallas girl's life. Don't lie and tell me you're not.

This weekend was oh-so-good. Like real good. Nothing I planned out happened. By nothing, I mean very little. Ranger's party turned tragedy, vball support, dinners out, dinners in, two batches of cookies, a homemade pie, a tattoo trip, Church morning, Hannahgirl brunch, conversations with old and dear friends, Accounting hw (whaaaaaaat), and King's Speech and late nights with my main peeps. I planned on alone time, re-coop, shopping, maybe even a pedicure...but this was so much better. a million bajillion times better. I like to do this thing where I convince myself I'm an introvert like all my besties and need alone time to re-gain energy. This is total bull-crap..and truly laughable that I convince myself I have an introverted alter-ego.  I am going to write a book about personality types and about introverts and extroverts and their step-sister hybrid. Do not steal my idea, I will hunt you down, tie you up, and make you watch hours and hours of real housewives of the universe or Miss U.S.A. pageants. awful.

So good times were had by all. And two of my pals are now tatted up, with Claire, myself, and Evann as the ever-faithful support system. tatz 4 lyfe.

Go forth and get tatted.
Just kidding.
xoxo Lydia

from this valley

go pause the music on the side of the page and listen to this now. do it, don't be laaaaaame.

go forth and live, ya'll!
Lyd

oh, the grace

well well well. hello there bloggies. salutations, how goes it?
Sometimes I like to get stuck in these ruts where I am faced with a decision and think about it so much, from every angle, for so long that I literally just freeze up and lay down and defeat and paralysis. It's really cool. So cool that it kinda stops my whole life and I usually have a minor (major) freak-out moment where I cry or break something or buy a nine thousand dollar dress. One out of those three options might be true, the other two are probably lies. but who wants to admit they cry, riiiight??? amiright amiright? Last night whatever you want to call it hit the fan, I FREAKED over a decision that's not really even a decision but maybe really is and broke down and called my political and foreign affairs advisor. really i called my best friend, but I like to refer to her with titles, duh. ooooooo man. first of all, she is the wisest person I know. Maybe even wiser then all the adults I know. Is that too bold to say? well, it's true, so I have no apologies for you. On top of that though, her wisdom is presented with such grace and from such a humble and surrendered heart that I actually listen to her. I don't listen to many people. I mean, yea, their problems, but give advice on my problems? yea...probably not going to listen to you. But I listen to her. And my family. And that's about it. ya'll, what. grace. seriously. the grace that I got to experience through her words was so real and if I can let it sink through my tough shell, I am quite sure, will be very freeing. She graciously listened to me talk like I belonged in a psych ward and kindly said she was in no place to give me advice (really, she is, remember? wisest person I know...keep up ya'll) but gave me so much more then she could imagine. In all of it, what stuck with me most was that she reminded me, whatever decision I make, God's grace is bigger then that. So I really put forth my best effort and out of my truest intentions make the wrong decision? How unbelievably arrogant of me to think God's grace is not bigger then that. She encouraged me to make a decision and walk in it for awhile. And if the people in my life are disappointed or don't agree or are hurt, that is their expectations and stipulations, not my failure. the tears even pour now at this present moment just thinking of the grace offered to me in that very truth. Whatever decision I make, if it doesn't work, I have not failed. I am not a failure. I have sought the Lord and will walk in what I think is the path, but if it doesn't work, that is okay. how freeing.
How cool that we get to walk in this. Grab hold of it ya'll. Grab life by the horns, and make a freekin decision. And then walk in the results of the decision in freedom and in grace.
Don't you wish you had a political and foreign affairs advisor as wise as mine? I know, right?
go forth and live, ya'll.
xoxo Lyd

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wednesday ya'll

happy wednesday ya'll.
hows school? the real world? living in dream land?
wherever this finds you, it finds me in school, in work, in social life, in weddings, in birthdays, and in everything I don't say no to. And I am so thankful, so blessed to be so busy. to be able to love.
here's some lists for ya'll

things that keep me humble:
1 my best friend doesn't, and never has, followed me on twitter.
2 In high school everyone called me Lisa Simpson because apparently I was yellow....I like to say olive complected. like a really cool, hot Italian girl? no?
3 For the better part of my childhood years, I had a mouth full of orthodontia, or a chili-bowl hair cut, or a uni-brow. and at very tragic times, all of the above.
4 some of the things I long for most in life I don't know that I will ever have or accomplish. it's anyone's game.

things that I don't know how to handle
1 accounting
2 PDA
3 overcommitment

things I love alot
1 the smell of campfire
2 Galveston
3 Texas Country (reckless Kelly, Josh Abbott, Eli Young, Jason Boland, Cross Canadian Ragweed)
4 Clinique
5 Two-Steppin
6 Traveling
7 Driving
8 Writing Letters
9 My Lab. She is getting old.
10 Kamp people. childhood people (i like to call them hood people). old people. new people. good people.
11 Reality Television. I eat that mess up.

Go forth and live, ya'll!
xoxo Lyd

you're welcome.

greys

oh, my unquenchable addiction. it is insatiable. Grey's Freekin Anatomy.  I can't quit you, greys.
people who watch every episode of any show are weird, obsessive, lacking in social skills, maybe even owners of cats.  But one summer i watched 3 full seasons (heyyyyy girl hey to Ellen) and I was hooked like a large mouth bass. I try to force myself to stop watching, but then I just get two seasons behind and end up watching it again, lose/lose for everyone. today I was grabbing some lunch and a re-run just so happened to be on. OOPS. there went my lunch break. couldn't even tell you what I ate, I was engrossed. i know, I'm a sick individual.

In this one Derek and Meredith were together, so that eliminates 50%. And who cares about the surgery stuff, although it was cool and I am quite sure, completely so far from reality.  YA'LL. Derek LOVES* Meredith. Like he L-O-V-E-S* her. I am sure we can all relate to Meredith. I mean, she's dark and twisty and indecisive and unable to have normal relationships. Oh, only me? Well, Derek loves* her. But not really unconditionally, because he wants alot from her. that's the kicker. He wants all of her. And in the moments (episodes) when she can't give that, he walks away. oh, does he walk away. that's what he does best. Forget being McDreamy and best surgeon besides Burke (miss him), what he excels at is turning his back and walking away from Meredith.

Remember when he hit her ring over a cliff? Or when he left her in a hospital room when he found out "she didn't want to swim"....like. c'mon Derek. She's dark and twisty, of course she didn't want to swim to safety. He loves* her so much, he walks away. He's wrong. But he just loves* her. And he loves* her so fully and so obsessively that if she won't match that, he literally cannot tolerate it.
here's way past the episode i saw today, the PROPOSAL.

And that's why I am hooked. I'll sit through an hour every episode, even re-runs, wondering if she'll be able to love* him back this time or if she's just too broken, too twisty, too distant, too non-committal, too Meredith.  I'll watch through the commercial breaks, I won't even re-fill my Dr. Pepper cup, just anxiously wondering if Derek will stay (he won't) or if he'll walk away and say some really hurtful things to Meredith that he really never regrets because they are true. they love* each other, they always have loved* each other deeply. they're just damaged people loving each other and hurting each other beyond belief.

*by love I do not mean he loves her selflessly. I don't mean he'd die for her. really, I don't mean love at all. he just wants her. he wants her because she satisfies something in him. it's a selfish "love." really....it's just sick motivation. sick motivation that keeps me watching hours of this crap.

hurts ya'll

"What makes the broken whole?  How does deep-down pain, interwoven like sinew, come untangled?" - Charles Martin, Maggie