tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9488980572366594342024-03-20T04:20:04.211-07:00The Bets-GazetteBetsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-78173673306626229522013-11-18T20:13:00.000-08:002013-11-18T20:15:14.389-08:00The Wedding AnnouncementIn case you missed the initial sign-up you can request an emailed announcement or invitation to any of our open houses via <a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1ReXtbo8GEWmMSJSVrTz26v-sK2PNJhUIL50yt7mJqhg/viewform" target="_blank">this link</a>.<br />
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<br />Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-68300639697122165312013-05-23T10:22:00.001-07:002013-05-23T10:22:13.362-07:00I fell in loveand we started a <a href="http://jonathanandbetsy.wordpress.com/2013/05/03/jonathan-came-to-see-me/" target="_blank">blog</a>.<br />
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...in case you hadn't heard.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-67008383568212207412012-12-13T11:59:00.000-08:002012-12-13T12:17:10.290-08:00It's not about the pantsIt isn't about wearing skirts or pants to church.<br />
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The wearing pants instead of skirts is symbolic of shedding a cultural (as opposed to a doctrinal) gender role. It's about how some church policies promote gender roles that could be interpreted as perpetuating a culture of inequality between men and women.<br />
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For example, although being the Sunday School President requires no preisthood authority or stewardship, it is always a role filled by a man. Likewise all of the church finances are processed by men, both at the local and general level.<br />
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These were the two examples that I admit could have merit, however overall I don't feel like I have been treated as inferior or unequal ever in my worship or leadership experience. If anything I have been deferred to more because I am a woman. Now perhaps that is due to excellent local leadership, but one would hope it happens at a worldwide level.<br />
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As with all things I decided that due to my personal experience most of the goals of this event don't resonate with me. If there is sexism in the church, it certainly isn't doctrinal. Perhaps some policies are favored towards men fulfilling more roles, but I don't believe this implies that women can't fill those roles; just that they don't have the responsibility to.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-84346101129184867692012-12-12T17:17:00.000-08:002012-12-12T17:17:56.437-08:00Variety Show: Betsy and FriendsI confessed to Louisa (my younger sister) that I have a dream of putting on a variety show someday with all of my wonderfully talented friends and myself. I would be a good backup singer!<br />
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Here are my ideas:<br />
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Marae -Angela (Missy Higgins), Far Away (Ingrid Michaelson), Hot Dog (Meiko)<br />
Eliza, Kristy & Rachel - The Chain (Ingrid Michaelson)<br />
Eliza and me - Call Your Girlfriend (Robyn--but Lennon and Maisy-style)<br />
Spencer Johnson - Follow you Into the Dark<br />
Sweat Taxi - (or what was that band that Scott and Brawny made?) whatever they want<br />
Steve Mortensen - The Curse (Josh Ritter)<br />
Rachel Brown - anything from Pirates of Penzance<br />
Emily McConkie and me - Loathing (Wicked)<br />
Ali Savage - Get Over You (Sara Bareillis)<br />
Susie Peterson - Any rap she wants, I'll be the counter (girl-sung) chorus. (Ex: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-YEtkvbtQY" target="_blank">here</a> or <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqAjSmrMMVI" target="_blank">here</a>)<br />
Me - Joshua Noveck (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GviGBGABPDs" target="_blank">did it</a>!)<br />
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I also think we should add a reading from <u>The Princess Diaries</u> (the book) in there (Lauren, Heidi, Rachel...)<br />
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I may edit this post later, as I remember other songs and friends I want to add. Suggestions welcome!Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-490419829015414922012-11-29T19:18:00.000-08:002012-11-29T19:20:17.051-08:00"Anything is possible if you've got enough nerve."<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I cut it shorter than ever before, but everyone seems to love it! Or at least, those who don't love it aren't saying anything.</div>
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I was sort of hesitant to go get it cut because I didn't know a reliable stylist in the area, but it turned out great. I told the girl who answered the phone at Regis' (thanks Maranda for biasing me for my ENTIRE LIFE) that I was a girl getting a short haircut, and she said "I'll set you up with Krista, she's amazing," and it was so true! Krista and I just might be hair salon besties for life, she and I hit it off quite nicely. She swears like a sailor, and believes in horoscopes like the true gospel, has a 4 year old boy and had THREE friends stop by to say hi to her. I love her.<br />
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I suppose everyone would like a legitimate update on my life....here goes.<br />
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I am currently an office manager in Green Bay at my parents' business, and I live in Appleton, which is about a 40 minute drive from the office. It just so happens that most of the YSA happenings go down in Appleton, and also I live with THE RELIEF SOCIETY PRESIDENT AKA the greatest girl in the world, my friend Becky.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">I am also a temple worker! And second counselor in the Relief Society Presidency. And --are you ready--Branch Facebook Coordinator. And on the Stake Activities committee. As you can tell, we are a little strapped for leadership out here in Wisconsin. </span></div>
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I realize I haven't posted in forever. And some of you CONTINUE to check this blog regularly. I'm so sorry I have been quiet for so long. Although my life has moved on from BYU (for the moment), and there are some people I have "lost touch" with, I still think of you guys regularly. You know who you are. Thanks for still being my friend...and by being my friend, I mean checking my blog when I hardly ever post. I promise to do better in the future. And thanks again, I appreciate you. </div>
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Right now I am in Chicago, going to <a href="http://www.leakycon.com/" target="_blank">LeakyCon</a>.<br />
It is a Harry Potter conference, featuring authors, actors, fan-made musicals, and a lot of standing in line for said wonderful things.<br />
You probably think that is why my dreams are coming true.<br />
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Only partly.<br />
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Today I met TEAM STARKID who is the cast of a fan-made musical (A Very Potter Musical/ A Very Potter Sequel, both available on youtube), AND I had <a href="https://www.evernote.com/shard/s2/sh/b8990164-796a-44f6-bffe-9c74203778a9/a5c1ab8c1c0e7417ffb9e313eac4b833" target="_blank">three personal experiences</a> with cast members as they were signing my <a href="http://instagram.com/p/OKRI1VGb2R/" target="_blank">poster</a>! I qualify the term "personal experiences" as saying more than 'hello how are you' in the signing.<br />
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ALSO I was looking for DFTBA ribbon to add to my badge, and then John Green (who was signing things at the time) <a href="https://twitter.com/readbetsyread/status/234098195779694592/photo/1" target="_blank">gave me his</a>!!! Tell me this is not the best day ever and I will contradict you heartily.<br />
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There are some things I never dreamed that I would get to do. Life is crazy, sometimes.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-84739527902198987852012-04-08T11:11:00.002-07:002012-04-08T11:11:55.116-07:00things I want my visiting teachers to do but would never actually ask them to<br />
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<li>sort the pile at the end of my bed into clean clothes/dirty laundry and then DO the laundry bit</li>
<li>go to the mall to pick up some of my favorite bubble bath</li>
<li>find a boy to hold me until I feel better</li>
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Susie endorses the obsession<br />
"It's a good song,"<br />
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I,<br />
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"except that it gives me<br />
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Ellie, Louisa and I sang along to it<br />
at the top of our lungs<br />
a good moment<br />
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I try to re-create it<br />
singing along<br />
at the top of my lungs<br />
on my own<br />
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and to me<br />
my voice comes out flat<br />
<br />Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-68565832837865132932012-03-13T23:35:00.000-07:002012-03-13T23:35:25.687-07:00my little sister is visitingguys,<br />
the usual process<br />
with sixteen year olds and me<br />
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I have years of training<br />
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somehow that might not work this time<br />
I thinkBetsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-19104718237069486122012-03-12T20:14:00.000-07:002012-03-12T20:14:56.252-07:00getting a part of my soul backis what it felt like<br />
to put on my beat-up, neon plaid,<br />
Chuck Taylors<br />
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love them.<br />
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I had trouble throwing away the pair I wore out climbing to the Y my freshman year.<br />
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I've had these for six years now. Same problem.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-88964824479905279232012-03-10T15:33:00.002-08:002012-03-10T15:33:46.937-08:00worksheet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBPfUoz_PunIPMgJD7JKpxijiD39yIr2BVNw7xqj21URyFt0JT0R78Dz-a9GyFcB6Ri1aDAIG_RE1EnxTzrEFF3_bODb6deTFjD99RtHuRtRyLWB8nluD6KFlV96U2fjByO9_9i1-xAelX/s1600/likely.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBPfUoz_PunIPMgJD7JKpxijiD39yIr2BVNw7xqj21URyFt0JT0R78Dz-a9GyFcB6Ri1aDAIG_RE1EnxTzrEFF3_bODb6deTFjD99RtHuRtRyLWB8nluD6KFlV96U2fjByO9_9i1-xAelX/s320/likely.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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very clever my young Luis. Very clever. This is the same boy who asked me to take him to Rio.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-48437589453129646962012-03-07T17:24:00.000-08:002012-03-07T17:24:25.609-08:00what i did today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzd-6SXknKVpELhdSLVOGRSoh6QOZd_JuMv66-6Bbrs8FAyEcOIBnZkBGZZUDMQHGLPsOr0r1ksLO4JCSnbcQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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pretty much the greatest thing I ever heard. I bought it, obviously. But the whole album, not just the one. I felt it a pretty good deal, and a worthy investment. I've started to watch/listen to more Shakespeare in my free time. I love it.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-83550228821572167032012-03-05T17:55:00.000-08:002012-03-05T17:55:31.454-08:00I am so good at procrastinating homeworkthis is what I do (or don't do, as the case may be) instead:<br />
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here is the new and improved version:<br />
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the bolded ones are ones I didn't get done every day of the set, and so I know they are my weak points.<br />
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I love routines. The trouble is, I don't love making them. But this chart has worked wonders so far. It's on the bathroom wall by the sink so I check it off when I am brushing my teeth.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-80740968042483807652012-03-04T00:14:00.000-08:002012-03-04T00:14:55.233-08:00the listfavorite movies:<br />
West Side Story<br />
Singin' in the Rain<br />
That Thing You Do!<br />
You've Got Mail!<br />
Twelve Angry Men<br />
Lars and the Real Girl<br />
Good Will Hunting<br />
The Breakfast Club<br />
Star Wars<br />
<br />
In no particular order. I just was on a date tonight and was thinking about it. People judge you so based on lists. Unfortunately I can never think of my favorites at the time.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-39282466533937924762012-02-27T23:46:00.001-08:002012-02-27T23:47:40.229-08:00"don't forget to write to philip"it is one of my daily goals.<br />
and my roommate emily reminds me of it<br />
"writing to philip" does not mean i have a missionary out in the field<br />
(thank goodness)<br />
<br />
i used to have this therapist<br />
who told me i was a winner<br />
and that i could do what i want<br />
(essentially)<br />
he's made a great impact on my life<br />
(obviously)<br />
so i named a journal after him<br />
which is what writing to philip means<br />
<br />
i just finished three pages<br />
when i was only intent on a paragraph<br />
maybe i still need a philip after allBetsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-27391159073600828412012-02-26T15:10:00.000-08:002012-02-26T15:10:43.241-08:00quotes from Alexis O."Teacher, are you married, or alone?"<br />
"I'm not married, Alexis."<br />
"Why don't you just ask one of your friends to marry you then?"<br />
"That's a good idea Alexis, maybe I will."<br />
<br />
<br />
When Alexis got bowled over by a fifth-grader playing soccer<br />
<br />
*Alexis cries mightily*<br />
"Jose can you apologize to Alexis"<br />
"Hey, I'm sorry, it was an accident"<br />
"Alexis do you accept Jose's apology?"<br />
*sniffs* "Yes...I JUST DON'T WANT MY MOM TO THINK I RUINED MY PANTS SHE WILL KIIIIIIIIILLL ME!"<br />
"Would you like me to write a note to your Mom, explaining that it wasn't your fault" (His pants were covered in mud"<br />
"Yeah..." *sniff sniff*decrease in crying*Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-66506157577798631012012-02-26T14:59:00.000-08:002012-02-26T14:59:42.613-08:00things I am giving up for lent:1. hope<br />
<br />
I realize some of you may be alarmed by this. It's not exactly what it seems. What I mean is, that I'm working on my acceptance of my life, and not thinking things like "I should be done by now," or "I should be ________ by now." I think I just need to accept where I am and be content. This doesn't mean I don't have hopes for the future, but I do know that me dwelling on what makes me frustrated about my life isn't good for me. So I've decided not to.<br />
<br />
2. Not blogging.<br />
<br />
Hard to believe, I know, this blog has been so incredibly un-updated as of late. But I will try to change that.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-41351457422381523262012-02-07T16:33:00.000-08:002012-02-07T16:33:01.525-08:00sickFor those of you who don't know:<br />
<div>I've been sick lately.<br />
I got sick three weeks ago Thursday. Diagnosed with Pneumonia the following Monday. Have been keeping it on the d/l ever since. I went to the doctor again yesterday where I got my third round of medication. Woot.<br />
<br />
Although I have been sick, here are some pictures of the adventures I have had while being sick:<br />
1) Visiting Seattle to see John Green/get him to sign my book.<br />
<br />
a) Rach and my delicious food at some swanky place downtown.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can I just say how awesome it was to see Rachel Ehlen/Williams? We got to talk about<br />
all sorts of things, like being non conformists and the interesting atypical lives we have led, along<br />
with our sisters in nonconformity: Marae and Mego.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My posh hostel room. I wouldn't say I loved living in a hostel,<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">awesome sign in Seattle. Every day at about 2 I would get up,<br />
shower, and walk around to fetch some lunch. But most of the time I<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I told you this hostel had the right idea. Free breakfast, and clean showers!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This great Mediterranean place I ate at in Seattle. 3rd and Vine. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">at the mall where the book signing was they gave us footprints<br />
to find it if we went in the wrong door (which I did)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anything referencing twilight fandoms sells poorly at Nerdfighteria events</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The DFTBA cupcakes however...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">book I got signed for Eliza. We got 3 things. I got a book for her, <br />
a book for me, and a poster for me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Knitted giant squid of anger given to me by a nerdfighter. It will make its way around the globe with me, and its travels shall be posted on tumblr. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the van!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Me touching the poof!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By the way, all of the pictures of me with the van I owe to a great <a href="https://twitter.com/#!/Nestry">nerdfighter</a> who also gave me a ride home that night. I also have pictures of meeting Hank and John due to her kindness.<br />
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I thought the little icon next to my screen name in gchat<br />
was a Tardis:<br />
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if only.<br />
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And then all of you could know<br />
when I was at home on my laptop<br />
or when I was traveling with The Doctor.<br />
For your convenience.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-8065481896590318302011-10-06T18:08:00.000-07:002011-10-06T18:08:22.176-07:00One of Those Girls<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br />
<div>that kind</div><div><br />
</div><div>not a cookie girl (the one who brings around cookies as an excuse to visit boys' apartments--although I have been that in the past)</div><div><br />
</div><div>not a cheerleader (if you need elaboration on the negative stereotypes of cheerleaders, I suggest you read a different blog. Some of my best allusions may elude you)</div><div><br />
</div><div>but one of THOSE girls</div><div><br />
</div><div>the ones who can't talk about anything but their boyfriend. </div><div>who can hardly speak a sentence without saying "Well Gage and I," or "Gage thinks," or "I was talking to Gage the other day..." you get it.</div><div><br />
</div><div>And that's right. Gage. The name of my boyfriend. B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D. (See, I told you I was one of those girls). </div><div><br />
</div><div>He got my number on campus (after a discussion about which Peter Pan movie was the best--prompted by a ringtone--C.S. Lewis vs J.R.R. Tolkien, and the unacceptable edits to the recent release of the classic Star Wars movies on BluRay). </div><div>and we made plans for that weekend.</div><div>Saturday night he asked when he could see me on Sunday. </div><div>Sunday we went on a walk. </div><div><br />
</div><div>and now I have a boyfriend. Who I am tickled pink to tell people about (apparently). </div><div><br />
</div><div>I could tell you more. But I'm trying to kick the habit. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>Ok, maybe a little bit more. </div><div><br />
</div><div>He's got glasses that rival mine, which is the first thing anyone notices about us when we're together because we are the same sort of hipster-esque intellectuals. I think he's handsome, and the first time he tried to hold my hand his hand was completely asleep (from being pinned behind my shoulders. I was cold) which was hilarious. He's more of a Harry Potter nerd than I am, (believe it or not) and is from Chicago, 25 (just like me!), loves metal bands (not like me), and he is pretty pleased with this whole dating situation (very, very much--like me). </div><div><br />
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</div><div>Other important updates:</div><div><br />
</div><div>I am a special ed. aid at an elementary school here, part time. I love it. Yesterday I had a fifth grader ask me if I would take him to Rio (we were studying geography) I think he has a thing for me. Other hilarious things I have heard kids say:</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Do you pull hairs from your chin?" </div><div>"No."</div><div>"Oh. My Mom does."</div><div><br />
</div><div>"The happiest day of my life was when I was born, even though I was crying, they were tears of joy."</div><div><br />
</div><div>Hearing a second grader sing "Baby" by Justin Bieber at the top of his lungs while on the swings.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Seeing a kindergartener come running out of the lunchroom onto the playground yelling "YESSSSSS! SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS!!!!" [throws backpack down and dashes to swings].</div><div><br />
</div><div>"I can speak spanish"</div><div>"Ok Joe. Tell me something in spanish"</div><div>[Joe walks away]</div><div>[Joe comes back]</div><div>"I can dance in spanish."</div><div>"Oh yeah?"</div><div>[Joe does the best impression of spanish Buzz Lightyear I have ever seen]</div><div><br />
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</div><div>my life is full of love. </div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-77842559271998993942011-10-04T12:30:00.000-07:002011-10-04T12:30:04.743-07:00Beautiful<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9CFx3sGwWHs7usiQMHtzL79gTD1I9tZuHP4ySTBuzreRHkscJEwhjeqSWbQ7bdvSAGg5_ruPXy5JkHxchzjy_qRQisjhxI_CSXNB3hAjUcxI6AksreUc1I8t2NFe9o234Q9dM2OaGsAw/s1600/tumblr_ldpv0ngLNF1qzjm43o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9CFx3sGwWHs7usiQMHtzL79gTD1I9tZuHP4ySTBuzreRHkscJEwhjeqSWbQ7bdvSAGg5_ruPXy5JkHxchzjy_qRQisjhxI_CSXNB3hAjUcxI6AksreUc1I8t2NFe9o234Q9dM2OaGsAw/s400/tumblr_ldpv0ngLNF1qzjm43o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">there is a girl with hair this color in my short story class</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i'm forever looking it and marveling at the beauty of humankind</div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-43472431837361179602011-05-06T20:51:00.000-07:002011-05-06T20:51:21.620-07:00good enoughI always felt like I was running around, waiting for someone to stop me and tell me that I was good enough. What I realized today, is that the person I was waiting for...is me.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-2799902592140197442011-04-18T07:10:00.000-07:002011-04-18T07:11:40.134-07:00I found out how I want to be proposed to:<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmTkeN0y-tj-C4_md0cTXwM1xe8vd-BQjblS4hxDAbc27NgBgrBePX-cBv3HS_9AfFnVZHd6Rpi1kVemMdN0MOEe0nqNeIajf5TGxhYMsvKYnfg-o8GnHKfhef2MqFyaY4LXEOW0I70o6/s1600/tumblr_ljcmvlCVDu1qenv8co1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmTkeN0y-tj-C4_md0cTXwM1xe8vd-BQjblS4hxDAbc27NgBgrBePX-cBv3HS_9AfFnVZHd6Rpi1kVemMdN0MOEe0nqNeIajf5TGxhYMsvKYnfg-o8GnHKfhef2MqFyaY4LXEOW0I70o6/s400/tumblr_ljcmvlCVDu1qenv8co1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Pretty nerdy, I know. But it's the truth.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-948898057236659434.post-91136391105942142142011-04-04T10:34:00.000-07:002011-04-04T14:46:16.057-07:00Alexthere is this boy I know who is always enthusiastic; he is always excited to see everyone, and endlessly supportive.<br />
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I want to be him.<br />
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today I definitely saw one of my friends (acquaintance?) and high-fived her and said "I love you," before darting off to class.<br />
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I feel like I've lost that behavior lately.<br />
however I'm working on regaining it.<br />
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I'll let you know how this quest goes.<br />
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Maybe this is the real challenge: keeping your personality in the midst of turbulence.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11194127692593689640noreply@blogger.com1