I have been disowned

Since news of Nitsy's impending union broke I have slowly but surely been disowned by the members of my singles ward. The invitations to go out and do things have slowed from a virtual downpour to a light drizzle. I was shocked to learn that I was removed from the Visiting Teaching list for the month of June. I am getting released from my calling as a Family Home Evening group leader on Sunday. Further, I have not been asked out on one single date all month long! Jerks. But I have come to accept my fate. Tonight at FHE Mandy introduced herself to a new girl. That delightful girl asked my name and I said "it's Betsy, but don't bother remembering it. I'm getting married next week." This she accepted without even batting an eye. And that's pretty much the gist of it. I have been disowned. But it's all in the pursuit of something great and wonderful. The consummation of Nitsy and the premier of Fusion House. I was never happier to be excluded.

I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it.

(not Nitsy)

Nick is awesome. And I love him. And we're getting married.

Allie was super cool (as usual) and wrote this post on her blog about him. Go there, for more scoop on the best guy ever.

Also, we have a blog together, Land of Nitsy. Nick + Betsy = Nitsy.

It's Nitsy!

Partial list of stuff that I like about Nick

1. He looks a little bit like Nacho Libre
2. He likes good music, and insists on making me mix cd's
3. He sent a text to my dad saying that he owns strip clubs and makes good money
4. He will drive an hour each way just to spend some time with me
5. Once he left me a cute note under my pillow
6. He likes me just the way I am

What the What?!

Someone alert the presses; I have a boyfriend. I know, right?

Nick!

Yeah, Nick! Nick's a real name. Nick's your buddy. Nick's the kind of guy you can trust. The kind of guy you can drink a (root)beer with. The kind of guy that doesn't mind if you puke in his car. Nick. Oh, I'm sorry, vomit.

Financial Fast 2009

When I was in Portland last week Malia floated the idea of a spending fast in which she would only pay bills and buy groceries for a month. No eating out, no shopping for clothes or stuff for the house. I was intrigued, but not fully on board. When the stipulation of $20/week of walking around money was added, the idea became much more palatable to me. And when I changed it from a spending fast to a financial fast, I kind of loved the idea (clearly, I heart alliteration). I ran the plan by Mandy (fellow Shady Lady and BFFF) and we decided to start as soon as we practically could, which is today! I expect the next four weeks to give both my bank account and my pants some much needed breathing room. Wish me luck!

Totally hypothetical

Happened once, it happened twice it happened three times, maybe four times, maybe five times, maybe, maybe it happened six times but it won't happen seven times. No no no no no no...

Don't call me past 11pm. It won't happen again... Oh, also, don't call me after you make out with a chick 10 years my junior. That's MY rule now.