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.

Your Mom

I got a new calling at church. That's right, I'm your mom. FHE mom, or group leader, as it's known around these parts. I am co-leading one of the professional groups (ages 25-30). The other group leader, Justin, and I will be teaching lessons out of the Preach My Gospel manual the first and third Mondays of each month along with other fun shenanigans.

Last night was my first FHE in this group (I had actually been attending in the other Pro Group). There were 10 people there including one to three dudes I could possibly be interested in. Nice. Justin taught an awesome lesson about Charity and then we played the Game of Things. When the thing was "Things that confirm that you are losing your memory" my answer was "I can't remember the last time I had a date." Although untrue, it had the desired effect of having a few of the guys in attendance offering to remedy this problem. We'll see if they step up to the plate with an actual date offer.

I won't lie, I think I have a new crush brewing here. I mean, who wouldn't have a crush on a cute laser scientist that enjoys a little Teen Girl Squad or 4 Gregs, and references a show/song that I like-like in casual conversation?